Mandy Makes a Move 3

by bluepervina - © 2003

( Fsolo, FFF, cyber, exhib, ws, scat, vomit )

Please read Mandy Makes a Move 1 & 2 if you haven't already. This story does not backtrack much at all.

 

Femdirty3: "You must have really been in a bad way somehow."

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Logging out like that was a fucked-up thing to do."

Mandyho4u: "yes im sorry again sorry"

Femdirty3: "I want to know you mean it. You lied to me last time, after all"

Mandyho4u: "omg i cant even tell u how bad i feel"

Femdirty3: "Fucking prove it."

Mandyho4u: "how?"

Femdirty3: "Send me proof."

Mandyho4u: "?"

Femdirty3: "You tell me."

Mandyho4u: "ur scarin me"

Femdirty3: "That's bullshit. Just calm down and think about it."

Femdirty3: "Think about how you can *really* show me you're sorry for cutting off our chat. Remember, you broke a promise."

Mandyho4u: "i can let u chat w roxanne if u want"

Femdirty3: "That's a start. More."

Mandyho4u: "why?"

Femdirty3: "I gave you my patience and understanding. I helped you take the first steps down the path to knowing your true self. If it weren't for me, NONE of the last three days would have happened at all. You'd still be bitching about your stupid gay boyfriend and getting drunk on mommy's wine coolers. YOU KNOW THIS IS TRUE!"

Mandyho4u: "i think we gotta stop chattin"

Mandyho4u: "u there?"

Mandyho4u: "?"

Femdirty3: "That's fine. If that's what you really want."

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Well, I'm not sorry for getting mad. If you're waiting for that, you're
chatting with the wrong bitch."

Mandyho4u: "i dont u im just scared"

Femdirty3: "Of me?"

Mandyho4u: "yes and of everything like i don even kno u"

Femdirty3: "But that's a good thing. That's what lets you be real and honest-and learn about yourself in the process."

Mandyho4u: "ok true"

Femdirty3: "And now this 'not real' person is pissed FOR REAL and it's freaked you out."

Mandyho4u: "go on"

Femdirty3: "And all I'm asking for is (1) to chat with this Roxanne, and (2) 3; can't you just guess it???"

Femdirty3: "Well?"

Mandyho4u: "sorry"

Femdirty3: "When do you leave for college?"

Mandyho4u: "3 weeks"

Femdirty3: "Are you working?"

Mandyho4u: "i wuz but im not going anymore"

Femdirty3: "Not since you got dirty?"

Mandyho4u: "right"

Femdirty3: "Do your parents know about your work?"

Mandyho4u: "told them i wuz displaced cuz im just a temp there anyway so easy lie"

Femdirty3: "OK. It looks like I guessed right."

Mandyho4u: "?"

Femdirty3: "I got a text file attached. Do you see it?"

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Open it."

Mandyho4u: "ok brb"

Mandyho4u: "OMG"

Femdirty3: "Is that your address?"

Mandyho4u: "how did u get it?"

Femdirty3: "Internet magic."

Mandyho4u: "ur scarin me so bad"

Femdirty3: "Hold on, honey. Just breathe and read. In case you haven't realized it yet, there are many ways for even a moderately-skilled person to discover the origin and identity of other users on the 'Net. For instance, you sent me an email last night, saying, "Sorry." I simply took certain information I found in your email, ran a simple query, and I had your name, address, social security number, date of birth, everything I needed to know. It's not a difficult thing to do, really."

Femdirty3: "Are you still there?"

Femdirty3: "Please don't be frightened."

Femdirty3: "I want you to know the second thing I need from you, so you can truly tell me how sorry you are."

Femdirty3: "Honey, I know you're still logged on, and I assume you're still reading, so I'm just going to lay it out for you. I was planning this after our first chat, and now I want to tell you about it. It really isn't about making you prove anything at all, really. It's more that the "I'm sorry" angle was going to help me sell you on the idea. Do you understand? Anyway, I mean you no harm. We've got to understand that before anymore. You've got to tell me that you understand me and trust that I'm truthful."

Femdirty3: "Can you answer me?"

Mandyho4u: "im just freakin here ok u got me so worried im so scared of u now"

Femdirty3: "But you're not logging off. You must be interested or excited, nonetheless. Am I right?"

Mandyho4u: "i wanna know ur plan cuz if i get off here and not know it ill go crzy n stuff"

Femdirty3: "That's fair. But I want you to remember the other times we've chatted. The calm understanding I've offered you. The stories from my own life. The encouragement and compliments. Didn't I make you feel special?"

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Didn't I make you believe you weren't alone, too? That you had an ally, a friend, someone you could count on to help you grow and become the girl you needed to be?"

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "NONE of that has changed! I am still that woman. You need to understand that."

Mandyho4u: "ok"

Femdirty3: "But you offered to help repair the damage your rudeness has done to MY trust of YOU, and so now I'm giving you that chance. Just because I've been thinking about this anyway shouldn't make a difference. And just because you know I'm a bit put-out with you about what happened, well, that shouldn't make a difference either."

Mandyho4u: "i guess ur right"

Femdirty3: "And don't freak about the personal information thing. It's time you wised up about that anyway. There's other things I can teach you about life besides filthy sex, you know. Like how to be safe online."

Mandyho4u: "true i guess"

Femdirty3: "So do you trust me that I'm safe?"

Mandyho4u: "sorry no"

Femdirty3: "What if I could prove it?"

Mandyho4u: "how?"

Femdirty3: "I got a 5 megapixel digital camera out on my kitchen counter. I just called to hubby to bring it in. So now tell me what you want to see, and I'll take the picture and email it to you. It'll take about ten seconds, probably. That way you'll know you can trust me. I'll be doing exactly what you want, and you'll have proof of a lot of other things, too, probably. Think about it for a second."

Femdirty3: "You still thinking?"

Mandyho4u: "yes hold on"

Femdirty3: "OK."

Mandyho4u: "ok do this 1 a picture of u and hubby in front of a mirror w u holding up a paper w my name and ur name first n last on it spelled so i can read it"

Femdirty3: "OK. Is that all?"

Mandyho4u: "no 2 a pic of u naked w a hairbrush handle in ur pussy but i gotta see ur face too"

Femdirty3: "OK. Done?"

Mandyho4u: "no 3 hav hubby shit in ur mouth n then a pic of u eatin it"

Femdirty3: "My pleasure. Can you wait a few minutes? It might take a while to fulfill all your little demands, here. For one, hubby's going to have to go put in a good video for the kids and lock the door."

Mandyho4u: "ok ill wait ill call roxanne n have her come over after her work"

Femdirty3: "All right, then. You wait online a few minutes, then, as you say, I'll brb."

Mandyho4u: "ok"

* * *

Femdirty3: "OK, honey. I'm back. How long was that?"

Mandyho4u: "7 mins"

Femdirty3: "Are you ready for my proof?"

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Still scared?"

Mandyho4u: "a little"

Femdirty3: "Well, this ought to help you trust me; and I hope you know that you really, really can."

Mandyho4u: "ok go on"

Femdirty3: "Are you naked, by any chance?"

Mandyho4u: "maybe why?"

Femdirty3: "Well, I'd want to be if I was looking at these. But, then again, I am! Give me a second, then check for attachments. I'll send them one at a time because of their size. There are three total, just like you asked."

Mandyho4u: "ok"

Femdirty3: "And honey? Please don't cut out on me again. I'd like to finish the conversation this time!"

Mandyho4u: "i really promise ok dont worry"

Femdirty3: "All right. Here they come."

* * *

Femdirty3: "What did you think? Can you believe I'm for real now?"

Femdirty3: "Are you there, baby?"

Femdirty3: "Honey?"

Mandyho4u: "im hre jus typin slo"

Femdirty3: "You just orgasmed, didn't you?"

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "Did you like how I smeared your named on my belly? I tried my tits first, but the 'n' got fucked up on them, so I just made it all smear in, then I had hubby do it for me nice and careful on my tummy while I chewed. God, I'm looking at it here right now, and I'm about to come hands-free!"

Mandyho4u: "ur pretty"

Femdirty3: "Thank you, but I know I'm not."

Mandyho4u: "ur wrong"

Femdirty3: "I'm glad you think so. You can't imagine how much!"

Mandyho4u: "hubby is nice too w big cock n muscles"

Femdirty3: "He says 'Thanks.' He also says for us to hurry it up so we can fuck. But I'm going to let him sit in this chair while I sit on him, then that way I can still type."

Mandyho4u: "u don have probs typin that way?"

Femdirty3: "It just takes practice, honey! You should expect a few delays in my responses, though, just in case. ;oP"

Mandyho4u: "ha u used a thingie"

Femdirty3: "Well, everybody sins now and then."

Mandyho4u: "is he in u?"

Femdirty3: "Oh yes."

Mandyho4u: "pussy or ass?"

Femdirty3: "He's in my cunt, and in about a minute I'll be able to raise up a little and shit all over his dick. Then he'll fuck me in the ass."

Mandyho4u: "omg"

Femdirty3: "You want a picture of that, too? He's got the camera right here."

Mandyho4u: "yes omg i do fuck yes"

Femdirty3: "All right. Now, do you want to know my plan?"

Mandyho4u: "yes go on"

Femdirty3: "Since that is your correct address, I'm going to send you a present two days from now. It's a gift of your choosing."

Mandyho4u: "what?"

Femdirty3: "Plane tickets. You have three weeks until your college, and you're not working anymore. My husband owns his own company, and he's itching to get away. Our kids are dying to stay out on my folks' farm, too, and we can pack them up and send them there no problem. So I want to meet you in a city somewhere, away from Tampa and away from Raleigh. I want to meet you in an airport at the city of your choice, and we can spend some days in some hotels just fucking as much as you want. You pick the days. You pick the city. We buy the plane tickets and we buy the hotel rooms and food and everything. And Roxanne can come, too, of course. Hubby won't touch either of you unless you want. He'd be happy to watch and feed me, if that's all you wanted. Read back through this, I'll give you time while I'm doing my thing here. Just type when you're ready with a decision."

* * *

Mandyho4u: "ok u still fucking?"

Mandyho4u: "?"

Mandyho4u: "u there?"

Femdirty3: "shes suckin really. Down tween my legs and her face is pure brown shit! This is hubby btw"

Mandyho4u: "ok ill wait"

Femdirty3: "well heres two pics to keep you compny I just uploaded frm the cam"

Mandyho4u: "omg thks"

Femdirty3: "ishould say thank you bcause your drty self has made hr hornir than ever the 3 days sinc you met so thanks"

Mandyho4u: "ur cock is nice btw"

Femdirty3: "He's gone, honey. But I now take it to understand that you're open to the idea of involving hubby in the depravity, too?"

Mandyho4u: "yes"

Femdirty3: "And Roxanne?"

Mandyho4u: "gotta find out ill go see her at work to lunch today"

Femdirty3: "Sounds like a good plan. What about me chatting with her?"

Mandyho4u: "maybe round 11 that too late?"

Femdirty3: "It's just fine. What about the trip?"

Mandyho4u: "yes but i gotta talk w roxanne n get a way to tell mom n dad to let me go"

Femdirty3: "But you're 18 and leaving for the independence of college life in three weeks! If I was you, I'd just show them the plane tickets after they come in, tell them you've saved up for one last fling with Roxanne before you head off to the academic grind, then walk out the door while their jaws are still hanging open."

Mandyho4u: "ok sounds good n im thinking las vegas"

Femdirty3: "That's it! Great choice! So, we'll meet back here around 11. I'll look for your 'Shit on Me' room, just like always."

Mandyho4u: "ok"

Femdirty3: "And now for us to get cleaned up and fix some dinner for the little munchkins! But first do something for me."

Mandyho4u: "what?"

Femdirty3: "I know you're naked. When you get dressed to go see Roxanne at her work, just put on a skirt and top. No panties or bra, and make it sexy stuff, with nice strappy, high-heeled shoes. I want you to turn that lesbian girlfriend of yours into silly putty, so she can't refuse going on the trip! Can you do that?"

Mandyho4u: "yes id like to"

Femdirty3: "OK, so I'll see you at 11."

Mandyho4u: "OK, bye"

* * *

Logging off the chat site, Mandy took a moment longer with the pictures Femdirty3 had sent. She now knew her name: Bonnie. She stood there in the picture next to her husband, holding up that paper and grinning like she'd just laid a golden egg. They were both naked, and she was sure to put the paper in front of her husband's well-maintained stomach, so the view would be clear of her own body. It was lush, ripe, maybe twenty pounds too heavy, but that made her just curvy and delicious-looking. A mommy, for sure. Mandy could imagine how soft she would feel, how perfect it would be to hold her heavy breasts against her face, run her hands over those luscious hips.

The hairbrush shot was stupid, she knew. Mandy had just wanted to make her do something a little odd, something that would be hard to find quickly in her saved pics of other people that she probably had on her hard drive or on other disks. She'd been through that before, as had most of her friends. A person in the chat room says they'll send a picture, then what does it turn out to be but a picture that she's already seen five other times in five other places, usually some porn guy from Europe or a model from the J Crew online store. It was a bitchy test, of course, because the shot of Bonnie with her husband, with her's and Bonnie's names on the paper, that was enough proof. But Mandy was a little pissed and a lot freaked, so she just went for it.

I mean, she knows my fucking social, Mandy shuddered.

But the last shot of those three was what made Mandy forget all that and start to masturbate again. Bonnie was lying on the bathroom floor. She was smiling, but her mouth was hidden behind a small mound of dark brown excrement. Her eyes shouted their joy, though. She'd even gone so far as to smear streaks of her husband's shit like war paint across her forehead and on each cheek. Brown goo thinly covered her breasts, and then there was the name "Mandy", spelled in crooked block letters, right there on Bonnie's stretch-marked tummy. And she was rubbing it on her cunt. Mandy could see the filthy stuff squirting out from between her fingers as she applied pressure.

Mandy was rubbing herself again. Her own squishing sounds in her sloppy wet crotch were only barely louder than her heavy, panting breath as she approached another orgasm. It was ten in the morning, only a few hours since Roxanne had left for home and for work. Mandy's room still stank of old piss and shit and three dozen scented candles. Her skin still itched from all that had been smeared upon it just hours before. Her mouth was a numb pit of fetid bad breath that she was afraid she'd never get clean again. In the back of her mind, she was worried about getting sick, needing shots, having somebody throw her in jail. But God was she still horny!

Then she clicked open the last two pictures Bonnie's husband had sent, resizing them to rest side-by-side on her desktop. She set the keyboard and mouse aside, then leaned back and put her feet up on her desk, abandoning herself to her pleasure. One hand savagely pulled, pinched and twisted her nipples. The other rammed four fingers into her pussy, stabbing up and in, then rough and hard around on her clit, then back into her steaming hot cunt.

The picture on the left: hubby's long cock, with just the head still inside Bonnie's dripping snatch. Her ass was raised off his crotch, and her anus sat perched at the top of the frame, grotesquely distended, purpled all around the top edges. A thick, dark turd was thrusting a few inches out of her asshole, long enough and heavy enough to have just begun to bend. Hubby had held the camera a little to the side and little below the level of his own hip as he had sat in that chair, so the view of the cock head in her cunt, along with the shit ponderously slithering from her anus, was perfect; and through the space between her thighs, just to the right of his cock as it stood shining like the human spear that it was, she could just make out the glow of the computer screen. Nothing but a blurred whitish gleam, but it had Mandy going nonetheless. That was her name up there somewhere on that screen. Mandyho4u, making Bonnie horny-the silent, invisible third in that threesome.

And then she looked at the picture on the right, and she came. It was Bonnie, her mouth halfway down hubby's cock, which was completely covered in shit. Her cheeks and temples and forehead-even her eyelids and ears-every part of the skin on her head that Mandy could see was covered in nearly black shit. Bonnie's hands held clumps of it, and it was slathered wildly all over the parts of hubby's lower body that she could see. Bonnie's half-closed eyes were rolled back, she was obviously getting off in a deep, primal way as she sucked her own shit from her husband's cock. Mandy began to imagine sucking a filthy dick: shitting on it, letting it fuck her ass, then jumping off and slurping every nasty bit of it right down her throat.

Oh fuck, she thought, as she shook so hard through her orgasm that her feet rattled the mouse right off the table. Oh, FUCK, I gotta get Bonnie to let me suck his big shitty cock!

* * *

Mandy chose her favorite sexy top, the Grenadine sunset halter that had about a million patchy colors, figuring it would hide her nipples if they poked against it, just like it had done for her in the past. Roxanne would know she was braless, of course, because it was a halter; now that they were lovers, just both of them knowing she was getting sexy would be a huge turn-on. Mandy had worn it a lot around Roxanne before, but of course it was only Roxanne then who'd been wet about it. But no more.

For the skirt, Mandy simply found the micro mini she'd always been too terrified to wear out of her bedroom. It was denim and lycra, so soft and so fucking short! As she shimmied it over her hips, she remembered with a jolt that it had been Roxanne in the dressing room with her that day when she bought it. And since she had stupidly not worn her thong for shopping, Roxanne had suggested she try it on without any panties at all-for a "realistic appraisal", she'd said. Cha', right! She just wanted to see my bare pussy, Mandy mused.

As she drove out to the edge of the suburbs to the new upscale mall where Roxanne worked, to the huge sporting goods superstore where Roxanne was in charge of the soccer department, Mandy concentrated on trying to pin down moments in the last few years when Roxanne would have seen her in the nude, lusting after her, when Mandy naively thought they were just normal friends with a normal vibe between them. Despite their kissing and touching in middle school, Mandy had so stupidly thought that Roxanne had grown out of it, since she herself had moved on to sucking and fucking boys. But now it was obvious that Mandy had not been paying attention. And, not surprisingly, Mandy began to realize that Roxanne had probably seen her naked or just in her panties and bra at least once every week since they were in the second or third grade!

Getting out of her Mazda, Mandy was careful to pull down her teeny skirt and hike up her halter a little so it bloused out. She was not busty-only a B-cup-but her nipples were rather long when she got aroused, and she was definitely in quite a state just then. The air conditioner blew like a North Sea gale in her little coupe, and she knew it was probably fairly obvious to anybody who might be looking that she was deep into a moment of semi-private personal pleasure. Of course, no one was probably looking at her tits, anyway, since her skirt was barely over her ass. The problem for Mandy, as she walked across the parking lot to the store entrance, was that she feared her cunt could be seen from the front if she stood still with her legs even slightly apart. She'd have to keep pulling the skirt down the whole time, just to be sure, but that would draw attention in and of itself.

Well, fuck it, she thought. This one's for Bonnie.

A woman with two children came out of the store just as Mandy got to the same doors. She had backed into the door to open it, holding two large bags full of merchandise in her hands. One of her kids was a girl, about seven, who just looked up at Mandy with a smile, then skipped on out to the curb. The other child, a boy about ten, gaped at her with an idiot's grin, stopping his egress right on the threshold, which of course stopped Mandy's progress in. The mother, unaware, was irritated at her son for his pause, and she shoved one of the bags at him and pushed him with her newly freed hand.

"Move it, Andrew!" she scolded. "Make way for the-" and then she looked up.

The woman gasped, then thrust herself aggressively out of the doorway, making a point of kicking back one foot and attempting to close it more quickly. Her free hand shoved her son even harder toward the curb, but he just stumbled a little, then turned and walked slowly backward, eyeing Mandy with wonder and the most enormous smile. Mandy concentrated on counting the straps on her black platforms and moved aside to let the two of them pass.

"You should be ASHAMED of yourself, young lady," the woman hissed as she passed her. Mandy could only grit her teeth and open the door.

You wish you could have the guts, bitch, she thought. I bet you masturbate when you think about me tonight, just like your kid's going to do.

As the door closed behind her, Mandy could hear the little girl's voice faintly ring back across the parking lot. "Mommy, did you see that pretty lady? She was so tall and beautiful!" The son's voice, in reply, was cut short on the first syllable, replaced with "OW!"

* * *

In the soccer department, Roxanne was demonstrating her expertise to a group of three middle school girls, sending the ball bouncing up and down on her head nearly a dozen times before she caught it in her hands and tossed it to one of them. They were oozing admiration. All three wore the same kind of Umbro shorts and loose t-shirts that Roxanne had always worn, and two of the three even had the same boyish haircut. Miniature dykes, thought Mandy affectionately, letting her imagination run. Would they, some day, stand over that third girl, the one with the ponytail and makeup, and piss on her until she was soaked? Would they lay her down in the bathroom and squat over her mouth, shitting fat greasy logs of waste into her pretty, opened mouth?

Mandy positioned herself across the department, pretending to inspect the prices on tethered practice balls. She could hear Roxanne stutter suddenly as she was speaking to her little fan club. Obviously, she'd spotted her lover. Out of the corner of her eye, Mandy watched Roxanne flummox her way out of the conversation and walk straight up to her, leaving the three girls across the way huddled together, whispering and pointing.

"Oh my God, girl," whispered Roxanne, looking her over-and over again. Her eyes were wet with lust, and she was almost hopping from foot to foot. "You look good enough to eat!"

Mandy winked, "Will you?"

Roxanne swallowed hard and looked all around. "I don't know 3;." she frowned. "Security's already marked you, I'm sure. They probably think you're a distraction so somebody can lift some-yeah, there's Karen 3;." she nodded slightly to indicate a mousy, middle-aged woman who at that moment was a few dozen feet away, vaguely wandering down an aisle of sweat suits and heading straight for them.

"Go out to your car and wait about ten minutes, OK?" It was hilarious. The normally ebullient and fearless Roxanne was obviously completely tizzied. "It's almost my lunch. We'll go get a bite and-I mean, heh, whatever." She rolled her eyes and couldn't help but laugh, stifling it badly. "God!"

Mandy didn't look back at the security woman, who was now pretending to survey the cleats on the racks right behind the middle school girls. She made sure to pick an aisle at a right angle to the little crowd of voyeurs, then walked slowly away from Roxanne. "All right, then!" Roxanne blurted. "Sorry I couldn't help you out!" After five paces, sure she was adequately shielded by racks of jerseys on either side, Mandy reached back and pulled up her skirt. Roxanne gasped loudly, and Mandy couldn't help but giggle. Bunched up at her waist, she walked five more paces before she pulled it back down, then headed for the exit.

But before she could get there, someone else called her name. In a panic, Mandy kept on walking, not daring to look around to see. It wasn't Roxanne's voice, but it was definitely a woman's. Someone who knew her and could talk about her to everybody else. Just get out to the car, then drive it out of the parking lot, she told herself silently. Whoever it is will decide it's not really me, since I'm ignoring them, then I can drive back in and wait for Roxanne. Fuck! They're calling my name even louder! Coming closer!

Then, however, a new thought occurred to her: why the fuck was she worried? What did she care if every person she knew from high school found out she was dressed as UltraSlut and vamping her way-where was she?-through the tennis section of a stupid sporting goods store? Did she really care what they thought? Did it matter? Was she ever going to see any of them again, anyway? I mean, hell, I'm going over a thousand miles away to college, and no one's coming with me. So what the fuck, right?

She shivered as two truths hit her at once: first, she really didn't care about what other people thought anymore, she was truly devoted to finding her own way to happiness; second, Roxanne was not going to the same college, and she'd forgotten all about it until just now! She had a scholarship to play soccer at UNC, but Mandy was heading for Princeton. Before everything new between them, they'd supposedly made peace with the intended separation, vowing to visit each other at school and to always rendezvous when home. But now, fuck!

"Mandy?" The voice was right behind her! Mandy had to put her new load of concern aside and deal with the bitch on her ass. She stopped beside a display of junior racquets and slowly turned around. A woman-thin, tall, definitely athletic-dressed in the same shirt as Roxanne. An employee of the store. Somebody Mandy had never met before. She smiled awkwardly at the woman, who was perhaps thirty-five or forty, with frizzy black hair streaked with gray. There was something familiar, but what was it?

"It is you! Mandy Pendleton. I can't believe it." The woman held out her hand, and Mandy automatically shook it. Then the woman turned her head and called out quietly, "It's OK, Karen, she's a friend." The security woman suddenly stepped out from behind the racquet display and nodded at the employee. Mandy nearly jumped out of her strappy platforms. How the fuck did she get there so fast? Karen slowly took in a nice view of Mandy's slutty get-up and smiled, shaking her head, before she vanished behind a pyramid of Penn balls. The employee woman was still holding her hand, and Mandy fought the urge to yank it back and run. Things were getting just too fucking weird, even IF she was turning over a new leaf.

"Don't worry, that's just a procedural thing, when a girl looks like you," the woman said. She smiled kindly and dropped Mandy's hand. "Either we'll mark you for suspicion of theft, or we'll just mark you have a better chance to watch your hot ass."

Mandy froze in shock, alarmed simply because she was new to being attractive to other women. Here, on just her first day after truly going the distance with another girl, she was face to face with evidence that she could, apparently, lay easy claim to a long and successful career in the adorable dyke division. She studied the woman closer, considering. She was not pretty. In fact, her face was rather masculine. Very Martina, Mandy thought, blushing with embarrassment-and she works in the tennis department! The woman was a little flushed, too, Mandy noticed. Her cheeks were blushing, all the way down her neck, in fact-

And she saw it: the tattoo. Just the barest tip of the sharp end of something, coming just over her left shoulder, inked ever so slightly up onto the side of her neck. Nine times out of ten, a person wouldn't even notice the dark irregularity there above the t-shirt collar, even at close range. It was like a birthmark or a large freckle, at first glance. But Mandy had seen it before. It was a dragon tattoo, and that was the tip of the tail. This was the woman from the tape Roxanne had showed her last night. This was the woman who'd made love to Roxanne, who'd begged for her piss and then drank it in greedy, ecstatic mouthfuls.

Mandy suddenly realized just how naked she was beneath her tiny skirt. Her pussy began to drip, and there was nothing down there to catch it but her thighs. She could feel a few small trickles beginning to streak, ever so quickly, all the way down the insides of her legs. Dizzied, completely tripped, Mandy pressed her legs together in a mock-desperate stance, inhaling deeply through her nose to test the air. She could smell herself. Oh God!

The woman was saying something about Roxanne. Mandy had to yank down her skirt with both hands, taking the opportunity to dig her nails into her skin so she could concentrate. "-so Roxie had me over one time, and I saw all these pictures of you she had in her room," she whispered cheerfully, "but we didn't stay long, you know, since her parents are suspicious anyway, and I'm not exactly the typical age to be a high school girl's friend, you know?" She winked conspiratorially and continued, "So I asked her, and she told me all about you. And, if you don't mind me saying, you are so much more attractive in person! I'm so glad I've gotten to meet you!"

Mandy fell over some edge at that point. Just pressing her thighs together like that, trying to stand still and hold back the tide of lust, it was bringing her so close to orgasm. If she shifted her weight just a little, back and forth, and kept up the grinding of one thigh on the other, she knew she could do it, she could come and it would all go to hell for her, right there in the middle of the store. She'd have to grab one of those racquets and fall down sprawling and shove the handle up her cunt as far as it would go.

So she said, "Are you free for lunch?" Her teeth, clenched, managed a winning smile.

The woman was surprised and flattered. She rubbed her hands together and looked at her watch. "Oh-well, I-just let me-"

"If you can leave in five minutes, you can go with me and Roxanne, you know," Mandy ground her teeth into a sly grin, "so you can get Roxanne to tell me all about these things she's been saying about me."

The woman brightened at the mention of Roxanne's name. "Of course! I'll just follow Roxie when she leaves. Thank you so much for inviting me!"

Mandy shrugged and said, "It's my pleasure." And it will be, so help me, she thought, fiercely struggling to make herself walk without shuddering and collapsing in a heap of joyful nerves. Dear God, just get me back to my car!

* * *

Roxanne leapt into the Mazda with an excited, quizzical expression on her face. But she didn't have a chance to ask any questions, because her co-worker climbed in right after her. Mandy had just managed to get her skirt back down as the two had walked across the parking lot to her car. She was sure the little vehicle smelled like a giant wet pussy, even with the air conditioner going full blast. She knew her fingers were certainly fragrant enough. They always were after a violent masturbation like the one she'd just finished.

"Well," Roxanne began, "I see you've met Janelle. I didn't know she'd be, um, joining us."

Mandy put the car into gear and squealed out of the lot. "How long is lunch for you guys?"

"Thirty minutes," they chimed together. Roxanne was in the back, leaning forward between the seats. Her left hand snaked between the door panel Mandy's seat until it was up under the lower edge of her halter. The fingers suddenly kneading Mandy's bare breast were too much. She pulled sharply off the road less a quarter mile from the mall, stopping in a lined space underneath a stand of trees that bordered a grocery store parking lot. They were in the last row, closest to the road, parked between two cars that probably belonged to grocery store employees, since most places made their people park the farthest out. There wasn't a traffic light at that particular entrance, so no cars on the road would be stopping and getting a chance to really notice anything. Any cars leaving the lot near them would be at a bad angle to see inside. It would do just fine.

Mandy kept the car running, the air blasting cold, as she shrugged Roxanne's hand out of her top and reached down for the chair's tilt handle. She rocked it all the way back, flat as Roxanne rolled to the other side. Mandy then rolled herself into the back, almost on top of Roxanne, and reached back down to flip her seat all the way forward, so it rested against the steering wheel and gave them a lot of room on that side.

"Do the same with yours," she commanded Janelle, who was gaping in wonder at Mandy, having just seen close-up the evidence of her arousal as the girl had tumbled, crotch over face, into the back. The older woman quickly complied, and soon all three of them were perched on the narrow bench seat. Roxanne was giggling and already kicking off her shoes. Janelle was squeezing her legs together and staring raptly between Mandy's wide open thighs.

"This is so fuckin' full-on hot, biotch," Roxanne crowed.

Mandy was nude in an instant, then lay down on the floorboard, rubbing her clit hungrily.

"Get naked and stow your clothes up on the dashboard, OK?" she hoarsely intoned, pulling hard on a nipple. She'd have to pierce them, she thought, if it was really true they felt that much better.

The two women did as they were told, and soon all three of them were panting in the back seat, fingering their own pussies and rubbing their own breasts. Mandy studied Janelle as she frigged herself, impressed with her hard, muscular body. The video had softened her edges and angles. This woman clearly had a triathlete's conditioning. And she was completely devoid of hair. Her pussy glistened deliciously, bare and pink, and Mandy wanted it. But first-

"Now get over me, both of you," she groaned, "and give me your piss."

"Oh!" Janelle, shocked, cried, glancing in rapt disbelief at Roxanne. But Roxanne was already clambering down to straddle Mandy's upper body, on foot wedged in-between her arm and the back seat, the other up on the center console where Mandy kept all her CDs. Janelle quickly followed, moving up close behind Roxanne, her pussy hovering above Mandy's waist. Both women had to lean forward and grab blindly at whatever they could in the car to brace themselves. They looked down at Mandy as if waiting for a simple word to start the flow.

Roxanne finally shouted, staring down at her crotch, "OH FUCK! HERE IT COMES! Uuuunnnngggggghhhhhh!"

Piss exploded from her urethra, splattering everywhere in an almost horizontal pattern. Mandy would later find urine on her steering wheel, the radio, even her ceiling. The force and the ricochet were purely lust-fueled, evidence of just how wildly Roxanne was already getting off on their sordid adventure. Soon she stopped the wayward blast of her piss, reached down to rub and spread her lips, and then she let loose again. This time, a heavy jet of acrid yellow pee hit Mandy right between her breasts. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth, raised her face to the flow. It was horribly bitter and stank like Roxanne hadn't drank water in a month. But Mandy knew what she'd been drinking last night, and that just made it all so much better. So much dirtier and wrong.

She came hard, thrashing and gulping, crying out Roxanne's name.

At the moment, Janelle finally got herself going, emptying a flood of hot urine all over Mandy's furiously stroking hand. Mandy opened her lips wide with her fingers and tried to adjust her hips so that Janelle could piss directly into her open cunt. Then, as the flow continued, Mandy quickly made sure Janelle was able piss onto her clit as she held open her lips with one hand, while with the other she reached under herself and violently jammed two fingers into her ass. The sudden pain sent her into yet another orgasm, and she screamed, long and joyously.

Roxanne, her bladder emptied, sank her dripping cunt onto Mandy's mouth while the scream was still in full throttle. Mandy, her eyes squeezed tight against the stinging piss still clinging to her face, was surprised but game. Her tongue ravenously attacked the hairy cleft above her, and the scream died into loud rude slurping noises to accompany the hissing sound of Janelle's piss, still raining forcefully down onto Mandy's clitoris.

"Oh God, baby, I love you," Roxanne cried, riding her cunt on Mandy's face, grinding it hard down onto her mouth as she soared into orgasm. "You fuckin' filthy biotch! I fuckin' love you!" She reached down and grasped Mandy's head in both hands, pulling her face up by her soaking wet hair. Straining to keep her mouth open and her tongue hard on Roxanne's humping snatch, Mandy could only groan at the sweet pain of such rough treatment. Roxanne was still growling at her as she rode her face through the come: "I- GOD- yes!- Fuckin- love- you- I- SWEAR!"

Janelle was finished pissing now, too, and she'd sat back onto the seat and grabbed one of Mandy's feet. Her shoes had been gone since she'd first gotten back into the car, so Janelle had easy access to the girl's bare, piss-slicked toes. One by one she sucked and licked them as she fingered herself, finally licking up and down on the sole of Mandy's foot, then rubbing all over her cheeks. She scooted her ass a little sideways and half-off the back seat and lifted her feet until they were flat on the ceiling of the little car. Then she took Mandy's foot and rubbed it up and down on her cunt.

"Oh, sweetheart, you are so wonderful," Janelle breathed, grunting more and more as she molested Mandy's foot. With a moment's gentle care, she pointed the girl's toes right at her slippery, ready hole. Then she pushed. Mandy could feel it, and she moaned. Her fingers were still in her ass, and her other hands flew deliriously over her clit. Her foot was going inside Janelle's pussy! God, she thought, how can it even fit? And, fuck, it's so hot in there!

Mandy's foot was quickly halfway inside Janelle's cunt-down all the way to her instep. The older woman grasped Mandy's ankle with both hands and began to fuck her foot hard, moving her ass back and forth, hauling on Mandy's ankle to drive her foot deeper into her amazing hole.

Roxanne, still humping her way through the aftershocks of her own orgasm, noticed the change in Mandy's noise and movements. She pulled herself off and let go of Mandy's hair, turning to see what was happening.

"Jesus Lord!" Roxanne gasped. "She's fucking your foot! Uuunnnggghhh!" Roxanne was coming again, clutching at her pussy, falling back into the seat and spreading her own legs. Mandy, glancing up out of one eye, stopped rubbing her clit and reached over and slightly up and behind herself, feeling for Roxanne's wet center. Soon she felt her lover's hand grabbing at hers and guiding it.

"Here, here," Roxanne urgently directed. "Finger my ass-oh God-all that pissing pushed it down real close for you!"

Janelle, despite her intense distraction with Mandy's foot, nonetheless breathed in wonder, "Oh my goodness, Mandy, what are you doing?"

Mandy's fingers wriggled into Roxanne's asshole. Three of them. Her palm facing up, her fingers tightly pointed and stabbing into Roxanne's soaked anus, she pressed in and down mightily as Roxanne began to strain. A loud, crackling fart issued forth, contaminating the already piss-stinking car with its rank smell.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my 3;." Janelle's voice sang out, as she fucked Mandy's foot even faster. "Make your shit, Roxie baby. Make your dirty shit!"

Mandy could feel it, hot and wet, sliding right out over her fingers, onto her palm, pushing farther, onto her wrist. A huge log. It was about to roll off onto the upholstery as Roxanne's anus involuntarily spasmed around Mandy's fingers and pinched it off. But Roxanne reached down and grabbed it with both hands. Gently, she picked it up and held it out above Mandy's body. Janelle stopped fucking Mandy's foot completely and just watched, amazed.

The odor was making Roxanne fight back a tremendous urge to gag. Mandy could see her shuddering, making a horrible face up above her. But, after last night, Mandy knew her friend loved feeding shit to her; the stink and the sickness of it was just one huge part of the turn on for her. Just like it was for Mandy. She popped the fingers of her other hand out of her own ass and lifted both hands up in an attempt to take the long rope of filth from her lover. It was a creamy light brown, medium-smooth, hardly lumpy, but very dense. Mandy's mouth was slack, anticipating.

But then Roxanne didn't let it down like Mandy thought she would. Instead, her lover lifted it back up a little and grinned down at the girl with a puckish glee. "Look at her, Janelle! The biotch is covered in our piss. It even saturated the fucking floorboard fabric and's pooling down there. Fuck! We must've gone gallons!"

Janelle didn't look, mesmerized by the feces held gently in Roxanne's hands.

"And now this sick thing wants my shit. She wants to EAT MY SHIT! What a fucking pervert!" Roxanne was smiling wickedly, and Mandy couldn't help but laugh. It was all true. She'd become ill. She'd become free. She didn't care.

"Do you really want it, biotch?" Roxanne crooned. Mandy could only nod stupidly, grinning with her mouth wide open, her tongue lolled out like the dog she was.

"Then HERE!" Roxanne lifted the shit in a quick jerk of her hands, then threw it down on her with all her might. It splattered thickly onto Mandy's face, into her mouth, on her neck and her chest. The impact sent wild globs of poop flying all over the place, the ricochet hitting the ceiling, flying onto the dashboard, the back windshield. Roxanne and Janelle looked from Mandy's shit-bombed upper body to their own feces-speckled skin, and they broke into an insane laughter.

Mandy, delirious, barely heard. Her hands were in it, rubbing it all over her body. Her face, stinging, itching already, brown brown brown. Her titties, so tender anyway, now irritated again by the caustic waste she ground against it, slicking herself in such filthy mess. Everywhere, fuck, make it brown and wet and sloppy. Smell it. Fuck! Taste it! She shoved both hands at her mouth, taking in her fingers, licking and sucking at Roxanne's shit.

Her body blasted into another orgasm, her foot spasming, kicking brutally deep into Janelle's stretched cunt. The woman screamed and automatically flew into her own pain-induced orgasm, as she gulped and gasped and moaned in surprise, trying to back her ass away and extract herself from Mandy's foot.

Roxanne, losing control, was wracked with violent shuddering. Finally giving in, she bent over Mandy and vomited, covering the girl's face and hair with puke. Janelle, finally free from Mandy's foot, tried to hold back, but she quickly lost the battle. Thick sprays of regurgitation shot from between the fingers she'd tried to seal over her mouth. The back of the front passenger seat was nearly covered with her vomit. Unable to do anything but change it's path, Janelle succumbed and meekly bent over Mandy's cunt, which was humping the air. Chunks of puke covered it, pooling around her ass.

Mandy couldn't help it, either, and she let loose. Brownish-pink, her vomit exploded upward, smacking all over the ceiling, covering Roxanne, dripping down everywhere. Turning her head, toward the front of the car, she retched repeatedly under the driver's seat, still rubbing the shit over breasts and belly, then reaching down to feel Janelle's puke on her pussy and thighs, rubbing it around, building herself to another orgasm.

It was utterly horrid. Sick. More disgusting than she could have ever imagined in a million years. Mandy quickened her pace, squishing random pieces of puke harder and harder against her burning pussy, crying out inside the reeking car. Above her, a fresh round of regurgitation had begun, once Janelle had witnessed Mandy's volcanic puke covering Roxanne. Both women were dry-heaving and sobbing, both pained and pleased, trying to breathe.

"Oh FUCK!" Mandy screamed. "FUCK YEAH!" Raising her ass two feet off the floorboard, she frigged herself to orgasm again. The sticky remains of shit and puke clumped and plopped back down to the fabric below as the only other sounds in the car were quiet sobs and gasps and the wet squishing of Mandy's hand as it slowly wound down its efforts, finally letting her relax in the pool of waste that had collected all around her.

After cracking her widow a little and pressing her mouth and nose desperately against the opening for a few moments, Roxanne was the first to speak.

"Well," she coughed, then laughed, casting a rueful glance at Janelle. She let down a foot and used it to lightly spread around more of the shit-vomit mix over Mandy's breasts. "I guess I quit work."

Janelle, using her window the same as Roxanne, only laughed and continued to try and breathe through the crack. Finally, she pulled her face back around and watched Roxanne's foot play over Mandy's filthy body for a while. She cleared her throat several times, then croaked, "Yes, well, I should think definitely. Me too!"

Mandy, far from being mortified or regretful at this, just laughed along and tried not to retch. She was cut free from her old self. She knew it for sure, and here was even more evidence to prove it. Her freedom was now liberating others. There were no controls on people around her anymore. The worst could be the best. The nastiest was now the nicest. The bitterest was now the most sweet.

Roxanne and Janelle could sense that, too. They could've both found their way home, called in and made something up about a car wreck during lunch or something. They could've cleaned up, taken maybe another day or two, then gone back into work with no one the wiser. But they knew they had changed. Why go back to the old when your lust was in the new?

A thought occurred to Mandy then, and she found herself grinning just like Roxanne. So wicked. Roxanne noticed and paused in her own laughter to ask, "What?"

Mandy simply said, "I want to go to Vegas 3;."

"Oh?" intoned Roxanne.

Mandy grinned, shifting herself a little, lowering her hands " 3;but first I want to-" and she tilted her pelvis up, spread her cunt wide, and pissed.

Her mouth open, her eyes closed, Mandy washed herself and wished herself already there.

 

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