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Mandy Makes a Move 3
by bluepervina
bluepervina[AT]earthling[DOT]net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/bluepervina/www/
Copyright 2003 by bluepervina
( Fsolo, FFF, cyber, exhib, ws, scat, vomit )
* * * * *
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* * * * *
(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)... 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...."
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...." 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...." 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...."
"Oh?" intoned Roxanne.
Mandy grinned, shifting herself a little, lowering her hands
"...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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