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Left-Field Fantasy

By: anonymous3



My name is Joe, at least for the purposes of this story. Events depicted did not actually happen and characters are entirely fictional. 

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I was living in California and working as an inventory clerk for a tuner car shop. I'd studied computers in college and developed a knack with them, and this being the technology-driven age that it is, the inventory system was largely computerized, and so I put my skills to use and also got to feed one of my other passions: cars. I'd started a magazine subscription at 16, been a car show nut, and vowed to enjoy cars in every way I chose until a day came when I couldn't anymore.

That day after work, as we were closing things down at the shop, a co-worker informed me that some friends of his were hosting a party--just a get together, eat, drink, socialize and be merry kind of deal. He wasn't a huge party person, but he figured if there were a few people there he got along with and shared interests with, he'd go and enjoy himself.

So we'd gone to the party, where one of the female guests had literally bumped into me. We ended up siting at the same table to eat, making small talk and getting general background on each other. Surprisingly for me, conversation flowed easily, which I'm not used to since I'm decidedly introverted.

The lady's name turned out to be Amanda. Upon hearing that I had a computer background, and that I was going to do John's friends a favor in that regard, she asked me to accompany her to her house and do a similar favor. I agreed; John had mentioned earlier that he was going to a week-long industry convention and that the shop would be closed for a week; he had also said I was due some time off. I didn't argue.

Anyway, the story picks up as Amanda and I are leaving the party together.

Amanda and I continued down the driveway to her car. Even in the dim light from the home exterior I took note that it was a late-model Aston Martin DB9 coupe. I grinned; I'd never been in one of these. She probably noticed, but didn't say anything as she unlocked the doors. I opened mine carefully and slid inside.

The smell and feel of great leather and the sight and feel of pricey, very fitting wood trim.

"Very nice," I remarked as Amanda slid in and closed the door while I clicked the seatbelt. She did the same and fired the engine. A wicked rasp followed by a steady drone as the V-12 came to life and settled out. Nothing sounds like a British-made 12 cylinder, I knew that.

"Well, I've had my job and strong pay for over a decade, so I saved and treated myself, the one indulgence I allowed. Otherwise I live well within my means," she explained as we pulled out of the drive and took to the street.

"You're pretty smart," she continued after a period of silence. "You did as well as anyone I've ever seen with Jeopardy."

"Well, I like it, and I sort of have a head for trivia. I missed the big last question, but congrats to you for nailing it," I complemented.

"Well, I was certain of the answer, which is unusual in those circumstances," she replied as the drive continued for another 20 minutes before we came to a residential area and she made a number of turns before she rolled into her humble abode. It was nicely upscale, with She led me out of the office, down a short hall to the right, into her living room. I parked it on the couch and glanced around. Window coverings had been pulled in case of a late return. She had flipped on lights as we entered. Amanda settled next to me on the couch.

"There's something else I wanted to talk to you about. I'm single. I take it you are too from our conversation tonight. You're a smart guy, and I've gotten to like you, in spite of the short time frame. The bones of the situation are these: I've been in a couple relationships, long-term, but haven't dated regularly for over a year."

She continued. "Being by myself, I've realized things; I like sex in all it's "regular" forms, but I also came to realize I have fetishes that interest me that I want to explore," she said.

I held up a hand. "I'm no stranger to fetishes. The internet is full of that stuff if you care to research it or get curious," I said. "What sort of things are we talking about?"

She added, "Ok, golden showers...ass worship...and facesitting...and...brown showers; but no scat play or forced toilet slavery type stuff. I want to explore with a guy who is turned on by the activities more than the humuliation aspect. I saw a lot of that through the internet," she concluded.

"Well, I'm familiar with all that, most of it I wouldn't mind exploring with the right person. The brown showers I don't know about. An attractive woman taking a dump is kind of appealing. I can be available at your request, but don't prefer the slavery approach or ingesting waste. It's not sanitary and there are health risks. There are meds if need be, but right now it's out," I finished.

"Well, I think you'd be a good candidate for it. How would you like to stay the week and really explore all the things we just put out there. I'd work during the day, far too busy for a week off right now, but you could make yourself at home for a week and evenings and early mornings would be ours. Nothing forced, everything a request and your decision. I can pick up some clothes for you so we're not messing anything you wear regularly, and if need be we can throw everything out when we decide we've indulged enough. I also have a bath area easy to clean, away from the normally used areas of the house." She finished with, "What do you think?"

"Well for now, I'm going to say I'm in," I decided.

"I need the bathroom now, are you up for starting?" Amanda asked. "I can grab you a bathing suit and a t-shirt before we go in."

"Yeah, I'm up for it I guess," I answered. Amanda reached to put an arm around me and pull me closer.

"I'm glad, I'll grab the clothes and bring them out," she said as she rose and disappeared, returning after about three minutes with the trunks and t-shirt.

I removed my shirt and replaced it, then my jeans and boxers with the bathing suit. My socks came off, and I bagged everything when she offered one. I stuck a hand back in the bag to grope around and find the pack of gum I was carrying. If Amanda was going to kiss me, best do my part.

"All right, follow me," Amanda said. We took a short flight of stairs to a basement area. At the far end of the room around the corner to the left was a door. Amanda pulled a key from the pocket of her jeans and unlocked it and swung it open. We were in a small ten foot square area that contained the laundry stuff.

She continued through another door in the left-hand wall, unlocking it with the same key. This was a small bath, shower and toilet, all tile floor. Amanda stood near the toilet and took my hand. " Stand behind me and put your hands around my waist," she instructed. I moved and looped my hands gently above her hips; she asked me to step forward so I was pressed right into her ass. While she wasn't fat, her butt was amply wide, pretty firm, and stuck out some.

She made sure I was comfortable. She sighed and relaxed some. Several seconds later I heard her pass gas, a long raspberry of a sound, and I also felt slight tingling right in my groin. Well, now I waited for the smell. It came, but was mild and earthy instead of heavy and offensive.

"How was that?" she asked. "Not awful, I hope," she added.

"Not bad," I assured her. "I'll live. Besides, everybody does it. We just don't talk about it because it's considered embarassing and taboo," I said.

"You're ok with my big caboose?" she questioned.

"I have found that I like an ample posterior, and yours is very nice," I commented. She laughed and said, "Well, thanks for that. I'd like to shrink it some." Amanda proceeded to strip off her jeans and top. I didn't bother turning around; she didn't ask me to either. After all, the bathroom and the things done there are often private, and we were here together.

She was wearing a matched set of dark-blue lingerie underneath. The color looked good on her. I said so and she thanked me. Her panties came off, then the bra. Her chest was a nicely ample C-cup, a size I consider just about right, personally. Her vagina was clean-shaven, which is something else I personally like.

After noting these things, my eyes returned to her face. She was smiling, but it wasn't shy. It was more like, 'Go ahead, you can look. I bet you'll like what you see.' And I did. Now completely nude, she settled herself on the toilet after lifting the lid. My 'standard equipment' was already beginning to respond.

"First time out, just come and sit with me while I answer the call, I think." She offered a hand again, which I took as I stepped carefully over in front of her. She spread her legs, so I turned my back to her and carefully sat between them on the toilet seat. It was close but not uncomfortable, literally.

I leaned back carefully and settled, tried to relax. I liked the feel of her legs where they rested against mine; I felt her breasts pressing gently around my shoulder blades. What a feeling...my standard equipment increased its response. I was about three-quarters to a full hard-on.

Amanda had her chin resing on my right shoulder; her hands looped around my torso. I could feel her eyes on my erect member. Her next remark confirmed it. "Well, you're nicely endowed," she murmured in my ear. "What did your previous girlfriends think?"

"Actually, you happen to be the first," I stated quietly.

"Really..." she responded.

"Yes," I confirmed. "To this point, I've been focused on and involved with things that I've had to prioritize more than relationships and romance," I said. I sensed her mouth moving away from my ear, toward my neck. Next thing I knew, I felt her lips kissing along the spot, softly and slowly. I slumped forward, simply enjoying the sensation. Amanda's lips were making quiet sucking sounds; listening was a turn-on.

She slowed, stopped, and leaned away from me. I wondered if she thought my relaxed state was a signal of disinterest, but then I felt her hands shift and tug me toward her right thigh. I gripped the outer edges of the toilet seat and gently lifted myself onto her lap. Hre right hand cupped the side of my face, turning it toward hers. We stared into each other's faces for a few seconds, and her face tilted as she held my face and slowly moved her lips toward mine.

My mouth opened slightly, anticipating contact; I hoped I wasn't screwing things up in rookie fashion...no, her lips met mine and her mouth opened. Mine opened wider, letting her go where she apparently wanted to. Her tongue slid gently into my mouth as her lips worked; I was trying to be responsive without seeming awkward. I found her tongue with mine, worked over and around it.

The way her lips were working against mine was a helluva sensation; it sent electricity through me, but also made me want to melt into a gooey puddle. Then Amanda's tongue withdrew and her lips broke the kiss. Probably no more than ten seconds felt like a few minutes. No disappointment here; my performance had even been acceptable, in my view.

We sat gazing into each other's faces again.

"Not bad at all for your first effort, you didn't seem like a total newbie," she said. "Was my move too much?"

"Hell, no; you didn't do it wrong or disappoint me. I wanted to melt right here," I told her.

"Good. We can get more practice this week." Suddenly her expression shifted to serious. "All right mister, nature calls. let's get the show on the road." She tapped my right hip. I adjusted and she spread her legs so I was back to the first position. Amanda's hands circled my middle again.

She leaned toward me and relaxed. I heard more gas escaping; first a hiss and then another raspberry that echoed into the toilet bowl. She sighed. I then heard her start to pee; slowly first, but building into a strong stream that struck the toilet water with some force. It lasted for about ten seconds, full tilt. Then it trickled and stopped.

Amanda's mellow voice at my ear again. "Oh, that was nice. We didn't get you wet though," she cracked. I felt her face shift into what had to be a smile. "All right, up so I can wipe, ok, hon?"

I obliged and stood. The toilet paper dispenser was on the wall to the left, before the shower occupied most of that wall. She took the needed amount, applied it to her hand, and wiped herself clean and dry, dropping the used paper into the bowl.

I stepped aside to allow her to stand up and step away from the toilet; she caught my waist with her right hand and grabbed my left wrist with her left. She eased me back between her legs and leaned toward my ear again. "Oh yes, we're pooping," she said. Enjoy the results," she added, sneaknig her lips up to my ear lobe to nibble on it.

Amanda settled and relaxed again; her hands found their resting place. My heart kicked and began to beat harder. What would this be like? I felt my heart thump in my stomach. I was sure my new companion did too. But she remained relaxed, and I heard more gas going into the toilet. There was a faint whiff of sulfur that hit my nose. On my shoulder, Amanda sighed.

I felt her stomach tense a little, but no strain from the rest of her body. Then more gas and I could tell her bowels were startinng to empty. I heard waste sliding out of her rectum, and she just let it come. It lasted maybe five seconds, and then the mass hit the toilet bowl with a decided 'thud.' Amanda took a deep breath. "God, that was good," she said. "Time to wipe."

I stood again, out of the way. She took more toilet paper. Again she corralled me around the waist, turned me to face her, and carefully sat me across her spread legs. She then took the toilet paper and wound it loosely around my left hand. She took it and guided it to the crack in her cheeks and her anus. "You get to help," she said with a grin. She left her hand under mine and guided it through the wiping motion, carefully sliding the used tissue off and letting it hit the bowl. She took another length of toilet paper, but kept it and wiped herself a second time, clean.

I looked at her, silently asking permission to move. Yes, dear, up you go, " she allowed. I stood and stepped out of her way. She rose and stood next to me, facing the toilet, lid still up. She touched my shoulder and I turned. She was looking into the bowl. I did too. Her dump was large, long and dark. It was thick and I could tell there was density to it. People called this result a 'log' or a 'brick'.

I had a secret love of women who routinely shit this way; size was a turn-on, as was the fact that a beautiful lady's ass had made the delivery. I loved the mental image of a turd sliding out of its resting place for an attractive female. I snapped back to present from my segue. The mild sulfur odor hung in the air. Amanda closed the lid and flushed. The toilet made its noises, and cleared the flush without backing up. Amanda looked at me and smiled, gesturing at the door, and stepped around to lead me out and back up to the living room, pausing to secure the doors as we left.

On the main floor, I peeled the trunks and t-shirt off for my boxers and tee. Amanda returned again with a set of lounge pants, which I puled on. "Thanks," I said. I resumed my seat on the couch and she eased down next to me.

Well, that was amazing for me," she confided.

"It went ok," I said. "Do you always unload so healthy?"

"I'm regular. Most every day, once a day. My dump is usually sizable," she said matter-of-factly. "But right now, just before I pooped, your heart was thumping. Hard. You sure it was okay for you?"

"Well, when it started, I had a second where I panicked because I was just unsure if it would produce the results for me that I wanted it to," I explained.

"Babe, did you like it? You were definitely aroused."

"Well, yeah, it was nice sitting with you and I enjoyed listening to you relieve yourself. That load you left was great. A pretty lady who poops like that turns me on. But when we were there, doing it, I half-wondered if I'd be grossed out or find it disgusting," I clarified.

"Did you? Do you want to continue exploring?" Amanda asked.

"No I didn't, and yes I do. The only way to know is to do it again or repeatedly and see if my reaction is either bad or non-existent," I said.

"Well, that's the way it'll go then," she said. "If you aren't ok with it at any point, say so. I won't be mad or disappointed. And you don't ever have to be scared when we're together. I'm not going to ever do anything to deliberately scare you, or be mean. That's not the point, and I'm not that way," she informed me.

"I didn't get that vibe with you. But the fact remains, it is a weird pursuit, and I guess even though it's something I want, I couldn't help but be nervous," I answered. "Anyway, hell's bells, it's late."

"Yes, it is. That room I came out of is the guest room. The door straight down at the end is the bathroom. So go ahead, sleep well. I'll be up around nine for breakfast, then just down the street around the corner is a thrift store; I'll get you some things to wear while you're here, along with basic toiletries. I'll have to periodically check the computer to stsay on top of changes with work, but I never go into the office on weekends, and the time will be ours."

We stood up together. I stepped forward and sideways to go around Amanda and continue into the guest room. As I passed, she took hold of me near the waist and stepped in front of me. We looked at each other. One of her hands found the back of my neck; she leaned in and tilted her head. Our lips met again. She was gentle and I experienced the same feelings I'd felt earlier. 

The kiss broke and she threw that dazzling smile again. She held me, her hands in my lower back. I found the same spot as I held her. I let my hands drift to her rump, resting gently."I'm really happy you're here," she said. "I've wanted for a long time." 

"I'm willing to help you get what you want. Just be careful with me, ok?" I smiled.

"No worries," she assured me, stepping aside to let me pass. It was time to crash. I continued to the guest room and was asleep in ten minutes.

Chapter Two

The next morning I woke around 8:30. I opened the bedroom door quietly and stuck my head out to the right. No one in the living room. I walked out and scoped out the kitchen, immediately adjoining the living room. Amanda was already up, at the table with her nose in a book.

"Good morning," she said, sensing that I was looking at her, wearing a bathrobe tied at the waist. "There's a toothbrush for you in the bathroom, toothpaste in the cabinet. Use the blue toothbrush."

"Thanks," I said. I walked to the end of the hall, into the bathroom, and found things as she had instructed. I proceeded to thoroughly cleaan my teeth and splash water on my face. I made sure to tidy up, being neat by nature anyway.

As I returned to the kitchen, Amanda was at the counter making instant oatmeal.

"You like instant oatmeal too?" I questioned. "Four packets though? Two is as much as I need."

"I do. Four is my usual. Besides, it'll make me have to shit," she answered, and a decidedly wicked litlte smile played across her face. I swallowed. I swear she might have heard it. I also noticed her use of profanity; it was her first. Didn't mean she didn't swear or use slang on a regular basis.

"So you do want to torture me some more," I joked.

She put water into the microwave to boil. She turned and strode over to me across the room. "Torture, no. Entertain and encourage, yes." She looped her arms and held me the way she had previously. "Joe, that first dump, with you in my lap, made me want to hug you and cry; I was so happy to have someone to share my desire with," she said. 


Left-Field Fantasy



"Well, I'm flattered."

The microwave chimed. Amanda prepper her hot cereal and carried it to the table. I optedfor cereal and fruit and joined her at the table

Both of us finished in fifteen minutes. Amanda added fruit and a bagel. Where did she put it all? It certainly wasn't settling at her stomach; I mentioned she wasn't skinny, but she was in fine shape. We cleared dishes and Amanda sat for half an hour.

Suddenly she broke the silence by asking, "How old are you, anyway?"

"Thirty-two," I answered. She told me I looked younger than that. I returned the question; she was thirty-four. I returned the compliment that she didn't look it, and she thanked me. After sitting a few more minutes she announced it was time to hit the thrift store.

"Are you coming along?"

"Yeah, I walk regularly."

She took time to swap the robe for clothes, brushed her hair and teeth, and added a touch of makeup; she was quicker about things than any woman I had met. We walked out the door in another fifteen minutes.

It took ten minutes to hit the store. We bought toiletries, three t-shirts, half a dozen shorts, socks and a pair of sunglasses for me. The total was about forty bucks. I paid. Amanda surprisingly grabbed half a dozen pairs of white panties for herself. We took our leave and returned to the house.

Inside, I ditched my jeans and tee for a set of those purchased. Amanda returned to her robe. As she came back to the living room, she stood in front of me seated on the sofa, and said, "Hey, I gotta shit."

We made for the stairs; Amanda had the door key in a robe pocket. Through the door and to the bath. She stripped off the robe, again nude underneath. I was already completely hard, and I had to take a leak. Walking in the heat made me replenish fluids on reflex. My bladder was full enough to need attention. 

There was a medicine chest on the wall here too. Amanda removed a box and set it on the sink. It was labeled 'Latex gloves.' I had a flash of an idea, but still thought 'What the hell?' and kept quiet.

She did indeed have something up her sleeve. She lifted the toilet lid, pointed, and said, "This time, you sit." I stepped from behind her and sat, shorts up. She stepped over to the toilet and straddled my lap. I suddenly understood that at the very least I was going to get wet courtesy of a golden shower.

Amanda leaned down and kissed my forehead. She steadied herself with hands on my shoulders. I heard her sigh again. About thirty seconds passed. I felt a brief shot of pee hit my lap. Then a stronger stream started, and built. Amanda shifted slightly, trying to douse more than one little spot in my lap. Things continued for more than ten seconds. She succeeded; my entire lap was now soaked through, and I could smell urine.

She remained where was. At the moment, I was hard and throbbing, not trying to control things at all. That had been very nice for both of us. We looked at each other and for the first time during one of our kinky sessions, I smiled at her. She continued looking at me and suddenly shifted forward some and into more of a squat, right over my lap. I heard her stomach gurgle.

"Here comes your breakfast," I said, hanging my head. She cuffed me playfully in the shoulder. She held her position. A few seconds later, the gas started. It smelled earthy, but stronger than before. She sighed again and just after, I heard her bowels begin to empty. Very shortly the mass met my lap, and I watched Amanda's stomach flex as she chose the right time to push. She stood taller as the shit slid out, eventually standing fully and stepping back. She reached for two portions of toilet paper and held them. I looked cautiously at my lap.

What was there was equal in diameter to her first effort, soft and nearly twice as long. It smelled earthy and somewhat ripe. "Hold these," she said, handing me the TP and snapping on a pair of the gloves. She carefully lifted the turd off my lap. I stood and got out of the way. Her package went into the toilet. I handed off the TP after she stripped and trashed the gloves. She wiped, dropped and flushed

"Jesus. That was mass amounts. You are a goddess," I said. I stripped my shots and boxers. Amanda took them to the laundry area, saying she wa sgoing to do a load today anyway. She entered again and noticed my erection. "You good?" she asked.

"Actually, would you like a golden shower?" I returned. Her mouth dropped slightly. She pointed and said, "Right there." We stepped into the shower stall. We moved close and Amanda held me by the waist. I tried to relax and my pee eventually started, me aiming for her left thigh. I then directed to her feet. As I relaxed more it became easier. My piss was nearly clear. I shifted my aim to her lower belly and finished. She asked if I had to take a dmp.

I said, "Unfortunately, I'm one who needs privacy and a little time when I poop." But I'll give you as much watersports as you want, and as much ass worship, and let you facesit for all you're worth."

"Well, nicely done. That was fantastic," she declared. i told her she was welcome. We proceded to turn on the shower, soap and scrub thoroughly, and return to the living room. I made sure she didn't want help as she started the laundry. She told me I was there at her request; that's all she required for the week.

I settled in the recliner after selecting a book from a set of shelves in a corner of the living room.The rest of the day was passed as Amanda finished laundry, I took two walks, and she went out for groceries to cook dinners for the week. We ate a light lunch about 12:30, which would be a pattern for us; dinner and chores were finished around 7 p.m. This would also become pattern. She made a chicken casserole that first night. I grew up in a house with a damn fine mother who could cook; Amanda was very capable, if this was indication.

Dinner chores were cleared; I settled to reading while Amanda watched an hour of TV. As the hour finished, she apparently wanted to see if I had gas in the tank for more extra-curricular activities. She came and settled on one arm of the recliner and leaned over to help me get more make-out practice. This alone made me semi-erect. Things moved to the bedroom; clothng came off and love and a little lust took over in the driver's seat. I was becoming accustomed to her oral sex and making the effort to help her enjoy things in return. When I felt it was appropriate, I went from lips to neck ,and from there to breasts as we settled in the bed. I kissed and sucked both her tits and her nipples thoroughly.

She returned the favor by working my neck and my chest and belly as well. I think she had a kissing technique I could never hope to match; she was gentle, had great rythym, and the result was relaxing yet incredibly enjoyable and a definite turn-on. I worked down to her legs with my kissing efforts and kept my hands in her chest area, stroking her skin gently and fondling her shapely breasts. Her hands worked randomly from my shoulders down to my ass and everywhere in between.

My efforts eventually worked to between her legs. Not wanting to go somewhere she wouldn't want me to, I looked up at her. She smiled and caressed the back of my neck. I'd never done this before either. I worked my lips on her labia very carefully, kissing and sucking very gently. I heard Amanda sighing and breathing more deeply. I varied my rythym as much as I dared. I did not use my hands or fingers in this area at all, simply kept working with my lips and tongue. She eventually began to moan and I made room for her left hand. My hands again worked her breasts. I was surprised I was able to manage both at once; I don't consider myself coordinated. A few more minutes of this effort ensued. I was hoping to get her to orgasm well enough to squirt, though hopefully not in my mouth; I didn't feel ready for that.

But she was; very shortly there came a loud, long moan punctuated by "Fuck...yes!" I moved my face and used a hand to continue stimulating her pussy. She tensed, breathed hard, and shot a small fountain of her juices a few inches into the air. I moved back up to lie next to her. Still breathing heavy, she said, "The fuck you haven't done that before...holy shit, come here." She physically pulled me closer on the bed, sliding one leg carefully between mine and draping the other over my left hip. I rested my head on her shoulder, and said, "I swear that was a first, and I was trying hard not to be a noob."

She looked into my face, noted my deadpan, serious expression. She suddenly broke out laughing, shaking with the sincerity of one who is honestly amused by something. "Well, I'm pretty sure it worked," she decided when the laughter subsided.

The lovemaking had killed a little more than an hour. Both of us lay there catching our breath. My bladder was needing attention again, and not just because of the sex. Amanda looped a hand to the back of my neck, teasing with her fingers. If I liked her kissing technique, her touch had much the same effect; I loved it when she touched me. She asked if I was tired.

"Getting there," I confirmed. She brought her lips near my ear. "Can I have another golden shower before we call it a night?" I just looked at her. "What, am I crazy?" she wondered.

"It is a little full," I admited. I sat up carefullly and put my legs to the floor. I manuevered to the stairs. Amanda took time to grab her robe; the key for the doors was likely still in a pocket. Indeed, she passed me by in the basement and unlocked each door. At the shower stall my boxers and t-shirt came off and Amanda ditched her robe like a stripper putting on a show.

She stepped in first and I followed. She knelt. "Get my tits wet, please," she requested. Well, like me, she didn't beat around the bush. I aimed my standard equipment at her headlights, supported myself with my other hand on her shoulder, and tried to relax enough to piss for her. Eventually my stream started, and I relaxed further and splashed her whole chest thoroughly. Amanda watched me work with a very satified smile. After several seconds I subsided. The shower came on, and we both soaped, scrubbed and rinsed again before returning up the stairs. Amanda cuddled with me in her bed and refused to let me return to the guest room. I relented and let her spoon me as I fell asleep.

Chaptrr Three

I woke again around 8:30 the next day, Sunday. Amanda was not next to me in the bed, was my first realization as I became fully aware of my surroundings. I put on my jeans and a t-shirt and went out to the kitchen. No Amanda. I repeated my breakfast selections from yesterday, changing my cereal. After finishing and clearing my dishes, I brushed my teeth and used the toilet; I noted that reading material was available. Feelnig better, I walked down and silently stuck my head into the office area.

My lady was there, scrolling through a website in one computer window and working e-mail in a second. Work stuff, no doubt. Suddenly ambitious, I went back to the guest room and called John; he would have left for the convention, being hosted at a venue in northern California, yesterday.

I asked if things were shaping up for him to accomplish his goals while attending the convention.

"Yeah, I'm set," he said. "What about you? Chillin' at home?" he inquired.

"Nah, I'm with Amanda," was my response.

"O Romeo, where art thou Romeo?" he quoted in a very nearly passable accent. "Good for you," he added. "I could tell she liked you some the other night. "All right, man. See you at the shop, I'm gonna get back to it here." I said 'sayonara' and ended the call.

I navigated back to the kitchen; Amanda was there, likely having wrapped up her work junk. She was eating oatmeal again, a different flavor, and had again added fruit and a bagel. She kicked back to read the paper; I wandered to my customary recliner and resumed my book. Eventually I heard dishes being cleared and the paper going to its resting place.

She came through to the living room wearing khaki shorts and another low-cut top. She approached the recliner and parked herself carefully on my lap. "Good morning," she said to me. I returned the greeting as she kissed my neck and again made it a point to nibble my earlobe between her lips. I caressed the back of her neck and returned the kiss. "Feel like taking a walk?" she asked. I said yes, and after I swapped my jeans for shorts we were out the door.

We walked down just past the thrift store, then returned to her block and circled it twice before entering the house again. Both of us showered completely and returned to the living room. Amanda settled on the couch, and I next to her. The shorts showed off her legs and her feet were bare. She swung her legs up as she settled into the couch so her feet rested in my lap. She worked her ankles and flexed her toes.

"Sore feet," Amanda said. "Rub them for me, babe?"

"I'm not a professional," I warned, at which point she informed me she didn't care. So I began working my hands into the tops and bottoms of her feet, from toes to heels and back again, until my hands were tired. Amanda moaned some, pleased and relaxed the entire time. When I was done we shared a 'thank you/you're welcome' kiss. She then decided to do a little leisurely housecleaning and mop and vacuum the floors. She started and I snuck away and cleaned the main floor bathroom I'd been using.

I finished in about 45 minutes and returned to the living room; Amanda was vacuuming the guest room. The vacuum died a short time later and she replaced it and was back out to the living room. She resumed sprawling on the couch. She was obviously plenty organized. If she'd broken a sweat with the housework I cuoldn't tell. When I informed her I'd cleaned the bathroom, she said, "Thanks, you didn't have to, and I appreciate it." I answered with, "It's only me at my place, and it gets done once a week. I'm used to it."

We passed an hour and a half in silence, each engaging in a prefered activity. I finished the borrowed book and selected another; at noon we decided to order sandwiches from a local deli and had them delivered. The deli knew what a sandwich was supposed to be, I decided as we finished. We opted for a stick of gum each.

Forty-five minutes later Amanda's digestive monster finished it's work to the point that she announced, "Joe, I gotta take a dump." In fact she was looking a little uncomfortable as she righted herself and stood up. We made for the stairs again after changing to appropriate clothing. The doors were unlocked. And manda grabbed a well-used pillow and a worn towel on the way through to the Restroom of Indulgence.

"Hey, Amanda, you ok?" I asked as she dropped the pillow on the floor and spread the towel out. "Yeah, I feel a little backed up at the moment," she answered." I'll be fine. Come over and lie down, if you would."

Once again she had something up her sleeve, but it didn't stop me from following her instructions. She straddled me and knelt. Her knees were at my shoulders. She steadied herself with her hands at either side. "I wanna dump this on your belly," she said quietly. I did not get skittish; it wasn't going to be worse than letting her shit in my lap, other than maybe a different smell.

Amanda settled in and tried to relax. Twice, lengthy gas hissed and duck-quacked out her ass. She seemed more relaxed as her body rid itself of some discomfort. Her stomach muscles clenched a couple of times, as her body worked to get the waste moving. I noticed a little sweat on her face. My hands found her ass cheeks and began to massage them gently. "Babe, relax. Let things work. We got time," I said, as my hands kept workng.

A long hiss, and her belly muscles seemed to relax; Amanda steadied herself as nature took its course and her load began to slide out of her ass. Her eyes were closed and she sighed. She suddenly inhaled. "Get ready," she murmured. I felt her start a slow, controlled push. I saw dark brown through her legs, right at my belly. I encouraged her quietly, "That's it, slow and steady, push." And she did, the end of her healthy mass touching my belly. Her stomach flexed and a turd slid smoothly out to rest from my belly button on up near my chest. It dropped, and I felt definite weight on my torso. It was heavier and more dense than her second result, that had impreseed me yesterday. It was longer too.

Amanda moved aside carefully. A heavy, sulfur-rich odor rolled into my nose. Good lord, this woman could shit. I studied her deposit as she donned more latex. I was so hard it hurt. Amanda wiped herself thoroughly clean, and knelt again.

I looked at her, and with mock sarcasm, pincehd my nose with my thumb and forefinger. She cuffed me playfully again, shaking her head and smiling as she carefully moved her impressive load to the toilet and flushed, then disposed of her gloves. I peeled my clothes off and she took them away, bringing a clean set. I showered thoroughly again, but quickly. I stepped out, dried, and replaced my clothes. We returned up the stairs as Amanda locked up. We lazed around the house and did take another walk before Amanda cooked dinner again, a beef stew this time. It was quite good.

We went through the dinner ritual and cleanup routine. I settled in my favorite recliner, and Amanda found a movie on TV. When it concluded, she retreated toward the main bedroom. I glanced up, tracking her, and she beckoned at the doorway. "You have work in the morning," I reminded, knowing damn well she wanted more extra-curricular TLC in the bedroom. "I'll be fine," she assured. I stripped off my socks and stood to move toward the bedroom. Once there, my clothes and her robe disappeared once again. We crawled into bed, cuddling as we had the night before.

Once again, Amanda decided on the direct approach. "Joe, you've gotten an erection numerous times for as long as you've been here with me, but you haven't come that I know of. Don't you masturbate?"

"I have fired the big gun,"I said, "but I've never felt the need to deliberately masturbate, so I don't do it."

Amanda reached down and grabbed my standard equipment, immediately starting to stroke it gently. My erection increased. "Ever had a blowjob?" she questioned.

"Uhhhhhh...no," was my lame response.

"Would you like one?"

"If you're offering, I guess there's a first time for everything. And it is freshly cleaned," I reminded her.

"Well, it's healthy to shoot your load, especially if you get a hard-on multiple times without coming," she said. "Or at least that's my personal opinion." She kept stroking my dick as she moved in front of me and parted my legs. "Joe, do you want me to suck your dick? Am I pretty enough to turn you on if I do that?" she continued.

"Yes, Amanda. I personally think you're gorgeous, and you can certainly suck my dick. I won't come in your mouth if you don't want me to, by the way," I answered her. I suddenly looked a tad uncomfortabe. "I gotta pee," I said.

"I can drink from you," she said. "Just go once your cock is in my mouth." Her head dipped down and I suddenly felt her lips around my standard equipment. "Oh, shit, mmmmm," I moaned as she started tounging my shaft and my head slowly. I relaxed and grabbed my penis, and started pissing steadily into her mouth. I stopped to let her swallow, which I heard her do. I let the stream continue until I emptied; Amanda swallowed again.

She continued her mouth magic, alternating licking my shaft and head and using her lips. My dick felt warm and wet...it was fantastic. Her lips traveling the length of my member was amazing. With her lips halfway down my shaft, she stopped moving and started actually sucking, gently. She kept up the slow pace for a couple minutes, apparently allowing me to get used to the sensations. She manuevered up toward the head and sucked a little harder. She continued for another couple of minutes and again shifted her mouth closer to the base of my cock and started sucking again, like she was trying to drink through a straw. 




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She mouthed back up closer to the tip of my standard equipment, got things good and wet, and sucked like she meant business. My dick throbbed; I felt the momentum build, slid out of her mouth, and latched her hand onto things. She stroked slowly and deliberately; I aimed for her tits and let loose. The shot felt longer and more substantial than any I had experienced before now. Amanda's left tit was slick with my special delivery. I was breathing hard, letting the urge to come fade away. Amanda went into the bathroom to wash her great chest. She returned after five minutes.

"Was it good for you?" she wondered aloud as she slid back into bed.

"Fuck, yeah, that was awesome," I told her. "I've never felt anything like that. You mad at me for spraying your knockers?" I asked.

"Nope, that's my favorite spot to let a guy aim for. Only one of my former boyfriends was into blowjobs, but it still got done often enough that I know what I like," she explained.

We lay there next to each other for several minutes. After a treatment like that, I felt compelled to do my part. "Hey, Amanda? Roll over, will you?" I requested. She raised her eyebrows at me, but did as I asked. I carefully moved to straddle her lower legs. I began massaging her ample butt with my hands. She moaned. I dropped my head and worked my lips up and down each of her cheeks several times. Yes, I literally kissed her ass. She was breathing deeply and squirming some; I figured I had turned her on. For the finale I pressed my face to her ass crack, then took her cheeks in my hands again and pressed them toward either side of my face. I kissed each cheek a couple more times, carefully stepped off the bed, and washed my face in the bathroom. Not that Amanda was dirty; it was probably simply a good idea gven the part of human anatomy in question.

I returned to the bed. Amanda was on her back, hands behind her head. She let her dazzling smile fire in my direction. I asked if anyone she'd previously been with had done that for her.

"One guy who liked my ass tried it a couple times, but wasn't turned on, and he ended up a little clumsy about the action. You weren't, by the way. One might see doing that as dirty, but you turned out a classy effort. I really enjoyed it. Feel free to do more anytime," she finished. I lay next to her in the bed. She shifted over and we kissed. God, she was good at that; I figured it was impossible to get tired of it. I mentiond that I should probably sleep by myself, seeing as she would be up for work by 6:30 a.m. That way she wouldn't wake me when she rose.

Her response was to entwine her legs with mine and roll toward me so her front was at my back. "Waking you doesn't matter. Don't go to your room. I want you to stay," she spoke into my neck, her voice the low and sultry melody I had so come to enjoy. And it melted my resistance to her wishes and killed any argument I might have made. The lights went out, and I drifted off, soaking up the feel of Amanda pressed aganist me.

Chapter Four

Amanda did rise by 6 a.m.; had to allow for a shower. She deliberately woke me and stole a kiss after she completed her morning tasks and before dressing. I copped a feel of one breast with one hand and an ass cheek with the other during the kiss.

"Naughty, naughty," she admonished as she broke away to dress; she ended up with khaki slacks and a forest green cotton blouse, both of which were a complement to her dark hair. Her work wardrobe consisted of black pants or skirts, khaki versions of same, and several colored blouses, two of them silk.

Amanda left the room and I remained in bed. Probably would for another couple of hours. I heard her in the kitchen doing the breakfast ritual. Twenty minutes later she entered the garage and I heard the door open and the Aston start and back down the drive and set off down the street.

By nine I did get up and tend to a shower and related tasks. I had a light breakfast and turned on SportsCenter to kill time. I took my customary walks for fresh air and exercise and ate lunch at my usual time. Amanda took lunch at work, though she had an hour; anyway I knew not to expect her.

I whiled away the afternoon with a lot of reading. Amanda was back around 5:30. Surprisingly, she had someone in tow. "I'm ditching my work clothes, then I'll need you," she said to me as she headed for her bedroom. "By the way, meet Meg," she called.

I got out of the recliner and stepped toward the door where Meg stood. I introduced myserlf and shook hands. She was a co-worker of Amanda's, she said. I told her what my day job was and she said Amanda had kind of filled her in.

"She also told me you've been helping her indulge some fetishes. The two of us have been best friends for about 15 years. I'm single too, and some of my interests are in line with hers. Basically, the things she told you she likes, I enjoy. She told me about the arrangement you have. I'd like to take you for a test drive, if it's ok. I particularly like brown showers," she finished.

Amanda returned wearing her now-familiar bathrobe. I excused myself and put on approriate clothing. When I returned Amanda asked if it was ok if Meg joined us. I told her it should be fine. She led the way to the lower-floor bath and unlocked things. She retrieved the old towel and pillow and arranged them on the floor.

I took the time to study Meg a little. She was about Amanda's height, with a fuller figure, bigger legs and breasts, and a wider butt with bigger cheeks. She had blue eyes, and attractive facial features. Her hair was cut like Amanda's, but sandy brown ad loose curls. She felt me looking at her and turned and smiled. Totally disarming. I smiled back.

Amanda now instructed me to lay on my stomach on the towel. I did so. Her robe came off. She stood over my lower back and bent her knees. Meg stood aside, watching. Gas hissed out for Amanda. I felt a brief splash just above the small of my back, then a constant stream right in that same area. I relaxed some. Her stream subsided, and there came a lengthy raspberry as she passed gas again. I heard her sigh and just waited. Eventually I heard her working to poop. The mass of waste worked its way out of her, and I heard it passing as she carefully pushed it out. It dropped onto my back with a soft splat. Amanda stepped over and wiped.

I looked over my shoulder to my lower back; strangely, there was only a faint odor. But it was also a larger-than-average turd again. I heard latex snapping, and Amanda returned, bent, and carefully picked up her package. She let Meg have a better look, and then deposited it to the toilet and flushed. Meg was apparently a bit surprised at Amanda's output; her eyebrows were raised, I noticed.

Amanda grabbed a wipe and cleaned my lower back where her deposit had landed. I got up off the floor. Amanda had not put her robe back on. She turned and held me, giving a lengthy kiss to accompany the hug. "You okay?" she asked. I replied that I was. "Thank you. I'm going up to shower and start dinner. Would it be okay if Meg helped you shower down here?"

"Sure," I answered, stripping off shorts and shirt. Amanda left, telling us to close up when we finished and she would lock up later. Meg slid out of her pants and pulled her shirt off; then came the lingerie. She didn't seem embarassed. I stepped in and turned on the shower; Meg follwed. I got wet and soaped my front and washed my hair. I let Meg soap my entire back half.

I rinsed, and she lathered and put my hands at her hips; I soaped her entirely, front and back, giving r attention to her breasts and her ass. I let her wash her pussy area; even with Amanda I was not entirely comfortable touching there. I stepped out so she could rinse. I dried and put clothes back on. Meg stepped out and dried.

Before she put clothes on, I stepped over when her back was to me and settled on my knees. Gently, I used my hands to squeeze and massage her very ample cheeks. Surprisingly, she leaned on the wall and let me work. I continued the massage for about 10 minutes, then switched to kissing her butt cheeks, sucking gently at some points. It was turning her on some, because she was breathing somewhat heavily.

Suddenly she reached down and gently took the back of my head with one hand and guided it toward the center of her ass. I obliged and gently pressed my face into her crack. Wow, things were plenty soft and fleshy, more so than Amanda, though Meg wasn't obese to the point of being unattractive. Meg carefully bent over further, forcing her cheeks against my face. I used my hands to jiggle the extra flesh, stopping periodically to breathe. I treated Meg to another five minutes of pleasure. Then I stood up and stepped over to wash my hands and face.

Meg suddenly flipped up the lid on the toilet. "You gave me the treatment, I figure I should give you a little. If I need the toilet, without getting too kinky, what are you comfortable with?" she asked me.

"I could sit on your lap, or tuck in between your legs, the way Amanda did our first time," I answered. She parked herself on the seat and opened her legs. I sat. She shifted and tucked me as close to her as it was possible to get. "I need to patent a bigger toilet seat," I joked.

Meg laughed. It was a deeper sound, as was her voice, when compared to Amanda. I still found it sexy. We sat with Meg's legs wrapped around me, her ankles crossed on top of my feet. She leaned forward, resting her chin on my shoulder as Amanda had done. She sighed and relaxed. She began to pee, a steady strong stream that hit the toilet water forcefully. I counted the seconds in my head; about 18. This woman had a seriously full bladder.

I felt her take a deep breath when she was empty. This gave way to a short hiss of gas. Then came something that genuinely startled me. Meg tensed and let loose a loud raspberry that probably came from her toes and sounded like a deflating whoopie cushion. I counted, and it lasted more than five seconds. No odor though; Meg just relaxed. Then I could tell a load of shit was working its way out. Meg tensed and her belly flexed. She pushed, her face tense. I heard her delivery sliding toward the toilet. A few seconds later it landed with a very audible "thud" and splashed water out of the bowl.

Meg remained sitting. She nuzzled my neck with her lips. "Doing okay?" she asked. I anwered yes. We sat for a couple more minutes. Meg seemed to like cuddling, and didn't mind we were on the toilet. Eventually she decided to wipe and I stood and kept out of her way. She finished and stepped away from the toilet. I looked into the bowl. Wow. If Amanda could shit, Meg was downright impressive; what sat in the water was a foot or more long, and didn't taper off. It was as big around as a soup can, and then some. Dark brown with a prominent sulfur smell. Meg let me gawk a few seconds, then flushed and washed her hands. She dressed and we headed up the stairs for dinner; I was surprised we hadn't been called yet.

I parked myself in my recliner; Meg stretched out on the couch. Very shortly Amanda called that dinner was ready and we went into the kitchen and settled at the table, Meg next to me on one side and Amanda across from us. This evening was relatively simple--spaghetti and a salad with breadsticks. Amanda had wine and left the bottle on the table, but she guessed correctly that I would go with milk.

We ate in silence, Meg and Amanda occasionally making small talk about something that had happened at work. It was probably our most leisurely meal. We were at the table for a full 30 minutes. When things were finished, I asked if Amanda wanted help with dishes; she insisted she didn't, not even asking Meg to help. She and I cleared away from the table and proceeded to take dishes to the sink. Meg hit the living room before I did, and as I passed the couch for the favored chair, she caught my hand. She adjusted herself and made room between her legs. I sat and settled in. Meg crossed her ankles and her feet rested on mine. She rested her chin on my shoulder and her arms around my middle.

A short while later Amanda came in after finishing the kitchen chores and got comfortable in the recliner. She flipped on the TV and found a movie. Seeing as how I wasn't reading, I let the movie draw me in. On the third commercial break from the start, Amanda decided she was feeling left out, because she came and sat at the open end of the couch and swung her feet into my lap. My attention remained on the movie with the others. My hands worked Amanda's bare feet much as they had the first time. Though her eyes were on the TV, she had that thousand-yard stare going and was completely relaxed. She apparently really loved my foot massages.

Around 9:30, the movie ended, and I was debating going down the hall to piss like a racehorse. I must have been telepathic, because she killed the TV, and ducked into her bedroom. She emerged wearing her bathrobe. She just gave me a coy look and beckoned with a curled finger. I gently detached Meg's arms and she followed suit with her legs. We looked at each other and I told her she was welcome to come along. I trailed Amanda down the stairs, with Meg the last in line. Into the bathroom, shedding clothes and into the shower.

Once there, Amanda said,"Golden opportunity. My face and my hair; be careful not to piss in my ear,"she said with a chuckle in my ear. Well fuck, I'd never done that before. She spun me around and turned her back. She went to her knees and sat on her heels. She leaned back and I reached down and lifted her hair from below. My penis was surprisingly relaxed. I took aim at Amanda's wonderful dark hair and waited for the flow to start. It did, and I moved things accordingly. I thoroughly soaked most of her hair and shifted to her forehead, letting my stream cascade down the rest of her face. She tilted her head to be as helpful as possible. Eventually my stream petered out.

I turned on the shower and carefully rinsed Amanda's face, being especially thorough around her eyes. I lathered a little liquid shower gel and gently scrubbed her face, rinsing thoroughly. "Get my hair please, babe?" she asked. Again, no experience. But I obliged. I got things good and wet, lathered the shampoo, carefully and thoroughly working it through her dark strands and down to her scalp.

She stood and moved to rinse herself. I did a ballet to get out of the shower. Meg grinned at me as I stepped out, grabbed a towel, and dried off. My clothes went back on. "Nice technique. Maybe I can have one sometime?" Meg asked. Amanda was stepping out and drying her hair.

"I think I could manage that," I answered Meg. Amanda slid her robe back on. "You two can head on up. I'll lock it and follow," she said. We headed upstairs. Instead of settling on the couch again, Meg stood in the kitchen and pulled me close. She held me much the way Amanda usually did.

"That was good," she said. "I hope we can do more. Even though I don't know you real well, Amanda told me what kinda guy you seemed to be, and I like you. Thanks for joining me in the bathroom when I needed the toilet. The shower and the ass worship was great tooo. I've never had anyone do that with me. I enjoyed it," Meg finished. I told her I liked her too, though I'd been caught off guard a bit and a little shy at first, and I was happy to help her indulge her fetishes.

Amanda appeared at the top of the stairs. "Hey Joe, I told Meg she could spend the night, and she'll come here after work tomorrow, and I thought we could order a pizza and do a movie," she said. "It means you'll have to share a bed tonight, but which one is up to you," she concluded.

Meg threw me some damn fine puppy-dog eyes at this point. I sighed and looked at Amanda. "I'd better bunk with you. I wouldn't want you to feel neglected," I decided. Meg stuck out a lower lip. She wrapped her arms around me again and moved her face to kiss me, long but gentle. Goddamn, did they all know how to kiss to make a guy feel guilty?

When the kiss broke I said, "That was a great kiss. Thanks. I'm flattered. If I could clone myself, I would," I added. At that point I moved off to find my pajamas, put them on, stuck my head back into the living room, and told Meg I would see her tomorrow. We disappeared into our respective rooms. Amanda gave me a fantastic kiss as I returned from brushing my teeth, and we cuddled and turned in.

Chapter Five

Tuesday went much as Monday had for me. I tended to all the necessary tasks and engaged in all the usual time-killing activities, including fresh air and exercise. I made sure to drink plenty through the afternoon because I suspected Meg would hold me to the shower I'd promised last night.

The two of them returned about 5:30 again. They both beelined for Amanda's room, emerging with bathrobes. I shook my head at both of tehm and downstairs we went. As we stepped into the bathrom, Meg announced, "I get to go first." I and Amanda both laughed; I looked at her and she winked. Meg pointed at the toilet and said, "Go have a seat, please, Joe." I stripped off my clothes and did as she asked.

She ditched the robe, walked over, and stood facing me as she straddled my lap, without sitting. Very shortly, she began to pee. It became a torrent that drenched my thighs. But it was warm and I enjoyed it, healthy erection and all. Meg reached down and massaged my cock. She was good. Then gas hissed twice out of her. She steadied herself, seeming relaxed. Indeed, she didn't need long to start the push that made her delivery. Another very large, somewhat soft load of crap rested on my lap. A wicked sulfurous odor permeated the air.

Amanda walked over and Meg stepped aside. Amanda stood as Meg had, but cradled the back of my head and guided it to her crotch. I immediately suspected she wanted me to drink her pee. I opened my mouth and sealed my lips over her second pair. Seconds later, pee streamed into my mouth, stopping as I needed to swallow, and continuing again as I did. I swallowed in rythym as she continued. She was full, and her piss really had no taste. She finished, and I licked her clean. She wiped and stepped back, bending toward Meg's still-warm deposit.

She pulled her hair back and inhaled deeply. "God, the stench...that is amazing,"she admitted. She straddled my lap again. She was apparently really in the mood, because it didn't take her long to pass gas and add a large, long dump to my lap. The sulfur stink returned, and Amanda had a proud smirk on her face as she stepped away and pulled on latex gloves again. Meg followed suit. Each of them carefully removed the contents of my lap, and I stood and moved. The ladies dropped and flushed once each, then wiped and flushed again after ditching their gloves. It was clear they had both truly enjoyed themselves.

I stepped into the shower, got wet, soaped, scrubbed, and rinsed. Meg had followed me in. "Would you like that golden shower? I gotta piss like a racehorse," I said. She answered that she would. She wanted the same treatment I had given Amanda last night. Meg duplicated Amanda's position as I relaxed and let my stream start. I lifted her hair and wet it good. Meg turned her face and asked me to pee right at her. I splashed her forehead until I was empty.

I carefully rinsed and soaped and rinsed Meg's face, and shampooed and rinsed her hair. We stepped out and dried. I went to put my clothes back on, but Meg grabbed my arm with one hand and my dick with the other. I sat on the lid as she worked me to a full erection, and proceeded to latch her mouth gently around my member. She got me thoroughly wet, worked up and down my shaft and over the head. I let my cock throb. Meg sucked for a few minutes, like a true professional. At the end of that few minutes I was ready to come, and I made to slide out of her mouth. But she wanted my dick where it was, and held it there. So I surrendered and unloaded into her mouth. She swallowed readily and kept working my shaft with her hand.




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Very shortly I felt like I could let loose again, and I did, totally surrendering and letting go a lengthy, strong shot. Meg swallowed, and worked her tongue around her mouth. She used mouthwash and brushed her teeth. She grinned at me when she finished. "Good shooting, cowboy. I have never swallowed that much juice in two shots. Your cock is fantastic," she finished.

I looked at Amanda, who gave that smile that had melted me more than once. I threw my clothes back on and we paraded up the stairs. The ladies put clothes back on, and we grouped in the living room to decide on a pizza and placed the order. We chose to watch the first live-action "Iron Man" movie. The pizzza was delivered in less than half an hour and we helped ourselves and started the flick. The women sat next to each other on the couch, and demanded that I settle across their laps. I obliged.

Throghout the movie, Amanda massaged my feet, and Meg's fingers caressed the back of my neck and played with my earlobes. What was with women and ears? At any rate, it was a nice feeling. The movie closed out in two hours. We three separated ourselves and got more comfortable. I decided to break the ice.

Looking at Amanda, I said, "You mad because Meg gave me a blowjob?"

"I brought her here to let her indulge herself. You happen to be a likeable guy. We're not schoolgirls. You can enjoy us both. Neither of us is going to get jealous. We share. We give and we get, and we're all single." She looked at Meg. "No hard feelings here. I'm not feelng jealous, just enjoying things," she offered.

Well, I guess I feel better then," I decided. Meg headed toward my room. I kissed Amanda and told her I'd probably crawl in with Meg.

"Only fair," she commented. She went downstairs to round up dirty clothes and towels from our exploits thus far. She returned and said she'd get them washed and dried before work. I started to say, I could handle it, but she put a finger to my lips. "I got it," she said. We kissed long again and parted ways to crash. Meg was still awake when I entered, and she met me with a kiss as I slid into bed. I returned it and she spooned me as the lights went down and sleep came.

Chapter Six

Amanda was up by five a.m. to handle the load of laundry that needed doing, then into the shower. Meg awoke by six for the same and they did breakfast and coffee in the kitchen. Meg returned to the room. I was lying awake. She asked if I had a minute. I said yes, of course.

"I won't be coming back with Amanda tonight," she began, "but I wanted to say I like you. A lot. I'm glad I got to satisfy a few of my fetishes because you were willing. I enjoyed doing things together. I'll have good memories," she concluded.

I spoke my piece. "Well, I'm glad we met. I think Amanda and I will probably continue a relationship beyond this one kinky week. Even outside of the kinky stuff, we've started a bond I think both of us want to keep. So maybe you and I will get to see each other more too. We are all in California," I reminded her, "so don't despair."

I continued, "Now, in case you're wondering, I was happy to join you while you answered nature's call, both times. I have never seen anyone dump like you, and being around when it happened was a turn-on. Your ass is wonderful; ample cheeks I would always welcome for kinky activities. The blowjobs you gave were world-class. I shot a bigger load both times than I ever had before, even counting Amanda's great efforts, and I'm not discrediting her in any way; she's beautiful, and I'm crazy about her."

We looked at each other for nearly a minute. Meg leaned in and our lips met. She looped an arm aruond my back and I slid over and sat on her lap. The kiss went on. When we parted, Meg looked at me and said, "Bye, Joe. Thanks for being a gentleman."

Before she walked out, I said, "It's not goodbye, it's until next time, dear." She shook her head on her way out, but she was wearing a huge smile as she left. Several mintues later I heard each of them leave and Amanda's Aston heading down the street. I drifted off for a couple more hours of sleep.

I woke again about nine and rolled out for the day. Wednesday slid by until Amanda was home at around five. When she walked in, I asked if her boss let her off early.

"Well, I got permission to leave early, because I think we should do burgers and brats on the grill for dinner tonight." I told her that sounded great. "But we'll have a kinky appointment first," she declared. "I knew there was a catch," I said, straight-faced. This elicited a laugh from her as I changed and traveled down the stairs after her.

Into the bath and Amanda shrugged off her robe, naked again. She lifted the toilet lid and sat. I made to park myself between her legs again, but she turned me to face her and sat me carefully. She slid me toward her and let me lean over one shoulder. She settled, and I relaxed. She gassed loudly into the toilet. A minute later her stomach flexed, and I could tell her bowels were ready to emnpty. I heard the deposit slide out and drop away. There was a very ripe, earthy smell around.

Her hand found the back of my neck and gently pushed my face toward her breasts. I willingly obliged and she cupped her tits and worked them around my face. This continued for a few minutes, then she moved her hands and I moved my head. She grabbed TP and I stood and gave her room. She wiped thoroughly and stood,and I noticed another large load in the toilet. "Clothes off," she said to me, stepping into the shower. I followed.

"Settle back, put your head between my legs." I adjusted myself so I was looking up at her naked pussy. She shifted a little and squatted just a bit. I closed my eyes. None too soon a stream of pee hit my forehead and she worked back to my hair and soaked it. She adjusted again and wet more of my face. The sensation was weird at first, but I soon relaxed and let Amanda have her way.

When she finished she washed my hair, soaped me down, and cleaned her nether-regions. We bailed out, put our clothes on, locked up, and headed up the stairs. In the kitchen, I pulled bratwurst out of the fridge and helped Amanda hand-form burgers for the grill. "You can do more than get kinky," she admitted. As we turned to step out to the patio and get the grill heating, she slapped my moderately on the ass. 

"Hey, watch it with that thing," I said sarcastically. We stepped through the door and put the plates on a patio table. Amanda added charcoal to the grill and lit things up. She covered it and the food and we went inside and pulled out chips and fruit to complete the meal.

Half an hour later we put a mix of meat on the grilll and parked ourselves to supervise. Twenty minutes later we filled plates and ate outside at our leisure. The food was cooked damn near perfect. Upon finishing, we tended to the grill after it cooled and took care the other minor clean-up before settling in the living room.

Amanda sat on the floor in front of the couch and stretched herself out. She beckoned and I joined her on the floor, parking between her legs, back to front. "How was the golden shower?" she asked.

"It felt weird at first, but I started to like it very shortly. It was warm. Thank you for treating me," I said. "You're very welcome," was her reply. Her hands had drifted up around my shoulders and soon she started a massage. It didn't take me long to slump and relax and occasionally moan while she worked my shoulders and kneaded my back. Was this woman good at everything?

She worked for about twenty minutes; it was wonderful. Then she asked,"What do you think about me facesitting you? We'll just take things to the bedroom," she added.

"Long as we don't get carried away. I'm going to need to breathe, but we can go as long as you think you want to," I agreed.

"Not geting carried away. I'm not planning to park all my weight on you, Joe. If one isn't careful, things can get dangerous, and neither of us wants that," she agreed. She looked at me, silently asking if we could get going now. I got off the floor and headed for her room, her following. We drew the bedding down. I assumed my position.

"Naked, or just panties?" she asked as her clothes came off.

"Definitely naked," I affirmed. The panties came off, tossed to land on my torso. I looped one finger through and examined them before adding them to her pile on the floor.

"You like my ass that much," she said skeptically as she moved toward the bed and turned her back to straddle my torso. "Very much," came my response as she looked at me and grinned. I returned it.

Amanda's ample, well-formed cheeks were about a foot from settling on my face. "Go ahead, dear. Count to about fifteen and let me breathe," I decided. Her cheeks made contact with my face, and she settled a portion of her weight, carefully. I figured it was glorious; her soft skin gave some, and she bounced a little and wiggled, letting her wonderful ass massage my face for the 15-second duration.

"Oh....my....God," I declared shamelessly, "there is nothing you can't do to me well. More is good," I added as encouragement. Her cheeks met my face again. She bounced gently for another time period, and I reveled in the sensation of her ass making like Jell-O on my face. 

I took another breather, and she settled once more. This time she shifted left and right, and my head moved where she directed. She stopped. I breathed, and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Sitting up," I declared. She swung a leg and spawled on the bed on her stomach.

I moved to straddle her legs below her butt and I massaged her rump firmly for ten minutes or so. She moaned contentedly. I shifted gears, liberally kissing and sucking and using a little lick technique on each half in turn. Then I very gently ran my hands around. She suddenly arched off the bed and tensed. I froze. Amanda moaned loudly and I heard a loud, drawn-out "Fuuuuuuuuccckk," before she dropped back to the bed and breathed deeply. A minute later she arched again and I saw a hand move from between her legs. Then I heard liquid hissing into fabric, accompanied by a definite fishy smell. Amanda let out a huge sigh.

"You came, huh?" I said as I moved next to her and laid myself out.

"Jesus, the only other guy who tried it wasn't that into it, and I got some pleasure. I don't know how you do it to me, but I loved it the first time and I wanted the after-effects so bad it didn't take long this time. Congratulations," she said.

"You're welcome. Should we turn in for the night?"

"I think I want a titty massage, but then we can," Amanda decided. I looked at her. "You serious?"

"Yeah, you got great hands, and I want more," she confirmed.

I propped myself off the wall with a pillow as Amanda looked back and slid between my legs, and as she settled against me I rested my chin in her shoulder. I brought my hands up and gently settled them over the front of her breasts. My hands squeezed and rubbed very gently, breast and nipple, for a few minutes. My hands shifted to accommodate each entire breast, and I rubbed and massaged gently in a random pattern for several minutes. God, she had great soft skin. I wasn't a touchy-feely person, but I liked touching her.

Eventually I stopped and looked at Amanda's face. She moaned with disappointment, but she was in a trance, completely limp with that daydreaming stare. She blinked and slid her eyes up to look at me.

"Are you going to sleep in the guest room?" she questioned, her expression becoming stern.

"I would, but you might beat me senseless before I get out of this bed. No, I learned my lesson," I assured her. "You're right. Good boy," she answered. We separated, arranged pillows, tugged blankets, and killed lights. One arm looped over Amanda's torso as sleep came again.

Chapter 7

Thursday dawned. Each of us went through the morning routine at the usual time. Amanda stole a lengthy kiss before leaving the bed. I copped a feel at my two favorite spots. Less than an hour after getting out of bed, she was out of the house, the Aston Martin singing down the street with its high-revving, raspy V-12 song as she departed. I might stay in touch just to periodically beg for a joyride.

Today I cleared some leftovers from the fridge for lunch, leaving enough for dinner tonight, so we could each build a combo plate. I also decided to find the key for the lower bath and clean it; I had nothing more pressing to be doing. Upon finishing, I locked up and returned the key to where I had located it. (It resided in one pocket of the robe Amanda had been using, so it wasn't really snooping where I shouldn't.)

I checked in with John; the convention that had secured my time off was going well, and he had all but locked in half a dozen people who wanted to bring business to our shop; we also had a couple of manufacturers who wanted to market their products through us. That was good. I signed off, telling him I'd see him Monday.

Amanda returned around the usual 5:30. We each dished leftovers and ate, and she was unusually quiet. When we finished and took dshes to the sink, she stood back with her hands on her hips and blew out a breath. I suspected she sdidn't want to deal with kitchen chores tonight.

"I got the dishes. Go take a load off," I said. She turned and slid her arms around me. "It's just been a damn long day," she said. "You didn't do anything to piss me off."

"Everybody has those days. It's not making you want to quit or anything, right?"

"Nah, I'm definitely staying, I've been there too long to bail. It was just rough today."

"Well, it's already a little smoother. Work is done, and you're here," I reminded her.

We settled in the living room after I finished dishes. Both of us buried our noses in books. An hour later I noticed Amanda begin to squirm and fidget. I got up and swapped my day clothes and returned. "I guess nature's calling," I said. She looked at me, stood up, walked over, and kissed me gently.

"All right, let's go,"she said, shuffling into her room for her robe. We headed to the lower floor. At the bathroom door, Amanda suddenly stopped. Her expression changed and she squatted slightly. She inhaled, and released gas in a long, loud quack, slumping as the seconds relieved her discomfort some. The air was heavy with sulfur after her show. "Don't keel over," she joked, an arm at my waist as we entered the bath.

Amanda retrieved the pillow and towel, laid them out, and asked me to lie om my back. I did. She faced me and strsddled me at the waist. She held herself so her ass was nearly resting on my belly.I looked at her, and her lady-badass grin crept across her face. "You're so mean to me," I poked at her.

Her grin got bigger. Then it was business time. She tensed, holding herself in position. "Don't strain, babe. Relax and let it come," I advised.

"Oh, this one wants out, big time," she confirmed. Her belly tensed. Immediately I felt her load of shit touch my belly. She pushed, letting out a long sigh. I felt her turd sliding up my stomach toward my chest; this continued for several seconds. She finished and stood, retreating to wipe and drop TP in the toilet. I propped myself on my elbows and looked at my torso. I first noted a brown skid.

"Awwww, yuck....now look what you did! Skid marks are always permanent," I chided. Amanda grinned from a few feet off, then could help herself no longer--she bent double, shaking with laughter and eventually going to the floor on her knees as genuine laughter filled the room.

If Amanda had routinely dumped large since I'd been here, this was in a class of it's own; at least a foot long, dark and dense and huge in terms of diameter; she might have given birth out her rectum. But it was also soft. And reeked of rotten eggs, that sulfur smell. Amanda picked herself up to come over and study her handywork, grinning, hands on hips. I shook my head at her, feeling compelled to say, "Naughhty. Naughty kinky lady."

Amanda gloved up and disposed of her deposit after admiring it a little longer. The toilet protested some for a change, but cleared as Amanda grabbed for the plunger after stripping the gloves. She returned and got the worst of the brown off my stomach, and then took a healthy piss on me...thank god for nudity. She gave a huge smile and a wink. I got up and both of us hit the shower. Before she started I emptied my bladder by spraying her belly with a strong stream that lasted several seconds.

"Now we're even," she tried to tell me.

I snorted and rendered my point of view with, "Ummm, not even close. No contest, dear." More laughter echoed in the shower as we cleaned up and returned upstairs. We ditched our clothes in her room and slid into the bed. She sprawled on her belly and I rested on my side, my head propped up and watching her.

"Better?" I asked her.

"By a helluva lot," she declared.

I sat up and moved. I swung my legs over hers. My hands gently worked up and down her back for several minutes. Her skin was as soft and smooth as it always seemed to be. Then I began a massage at her shoulders and gently kneaded the whole of her back. I wasn't a professional, so I put forth what I guessed was a proper effort. Amanda sighed several times, so it must have been good for her. I caressed and kissed her ass for a few minutes to top things off.

I retreated to my half of the bed and propped a pillow behind my head. Amanda lounged for a few more minutes, then settled herself with her back against my torso. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. Obligingly, I let my hands work a lazy route without thinking. "I can't believe you used the words "titty massage" last night," I said in recolllection. This brought a fresh round of laughter from her.

"Guys call 'em "tits", why shouldn't we?" she argued playfully.

"Just saying, it's not something I'd expect someone as well-rounded and intelligent as yourself to say," I continued. "But I guess we all slide into a little political incorrectness in given circumstances."

"There you go," Amanda said in agreement. With that, the lights went down and we settled into dreamland.

Friday. Amanda headed for work after her morning ritual and sharing a long see-you-later kiss. I rolled out at my accustomed time and performed my respective routine. I took time to locate the vacuum and use it on all the main-story floors, then tucked it back into the closet near the front door.

Amanda returned by five. She asked if I was up for another movie and Chinese dining by delivery. I said that was fine. We selected "Armageddon" from her personal stock and ordered the food. Within twenty minutes it arrived and we dug in and launched the movie. Both of us finished eating within twenty minutes and departed the screen to dispose of trash so we could enjoy the remainder of the movie without more chores afterward.

Amanda settled herself against me as she had in her bed, and we finished the movie. By the end, both of us were teared-up. But Amanda was also fidgeting again. "Come on, naughty lady," I teased as we each bailed off the couch. Down to the bath and she slid out of her robe as I got naked. She parked herself on the toilet and I tucked in in front of her. She discharged gas, relaxed, and worked her belly muscles until things were ready. 

A slow, steady push and I heard shit working its way out and into the toilet. I relaxed and tended to my needs as well, the first time I'd done it without my usual privacy since being here. "Good boy," Amanda murmured in my ear. She worked her lips on my lobe again.

Looking into the toilet bowl before she flushed, I noted that Amanda had taken another healthy dump. Not much odor this time. We showered again and made our way back to the bedroom after leaving things tidy downstairs. I stripped to my boxers and Amanda was in birthday-suit mode. She engaged in another facesitting session.




Left-Field Fantasy



Her ass remained on my face longer this time, and she moved around less, but was careful about placing her weight and gave me numerous opportunities to breathe. I thoroughly enjoyed the feel off her butt cheeks plastered over my face. I gave her a quick ass-worship thank-you and we settled in bed, me leaning back against Amanda this time.

She decided to brush over what had happened yesterday and today by saying, "So you don't think we're even in the kinky toilet games department after these last two days."

"No," I said, "Amanda, my lady, you are a goddess of the porcelain. A professional-grade toilet queen," came my opinion. This drew a laugh and a smile from her.

"Thank you Joe, I'll take that as a compliment," she decided. "By the way, I'll probably take you back to your place tomorrow afternoon."

"I kinda figured you'd plan that," I said.

"But I want time to talk and kiss and cuddle before we get to that point," she informed me.

"Sure, leave me a sex-laden robot idiot at work for the next month," I stated sarcastically.

"That may happen; you'll survive. Besides, part of the talk will probably be kinda serious," she added. With that, she rolled me aside with an exagerated grunt. We laid out and turned off the light.

"You, and serious," I said in the dark. "That should be fun." Her parting shot was to elbow me gently, reach around and smack my ass, and back her cheeks into my pelvis hard enough to make me grunt, and then I started laughing. Hard. She definitely knew her best assets, and how to use them. I fell asleep cuddling with my kinky lady.

Saturday. Last day. Would I know what to do with myself away from Amanda? I was generally busy and filled my free time. But things would feel different for a week or so as I returned to my life. I would likely think of Amanda often. Hell, maybe we would date off and on just because we missed each other and wanted to keep that void from getting so big we couldn't stand it. Something to consider, and her talk would probably go there.

We roused about 9 a.m. and showered together and had breakfast. I disappeared to tend to my teeth. Amanda remained in the kitchen until finishing her coffee and the paper. She freshened her mouth. We journeyed to the basement area, but stayed in the main semi-finished section. We settled on the couch at one end of the room opposite the stairs.

She got conversation going. "We had fetishes when the week started. They were shared, and we explored. Did you like what we did during that exploration? Did anything go where you didn't want it to? Did you get enough out of the experiemce to make it wroth it for you?"

"I admit I had some nerves, as I said earlier at one point. But I was unsure about some things. It wasn't your fault, and it didn't happen because I was uncomfortable with you. I was apprehensive. As for your questions, I wasn't sure at times where you intended to direct things, but after my initial bout of uncertainty and your reaction, I realized you had a plan and knew what you wanted to do."

I continued, "To answer directly, I liked your methods and the results. There was nothing I can say I definitely didn't like. Was it worth my while? Hell, you kinda took the reins and did the hard work. Yeah, it was good for me. With the experiences you've had as opposed to what I definitely lacked, I didn't know if I could do my part to indulge you," I finished.

"You did fine. You didn't poop for me but once; that's ok. You mentioned it wasn't likely for you. I wanted a partner where I could do that part and enjoy just a little dominance. I got that. I'm very happy. Away from the toilet, I got great golden showers. I was turned on seeing you with my friend Meg. I might have to share you; she was disappointed she couldn't work more time in because of her schedule. Definitely gonna make more. For a rookie, you did fine with the regular sex, if we should call it that. Was that worth my while? I don't mind teaching, and since I liked you right away, it was easy to be patient. And," (indicating my hands) "those hands do not belong to a bedroom rookie. My God, fantastic technique. I had two major orgasms and my pleasure center was active for the rest of everything. I got my mileage for the week. No worries," she said.

"Well, I'd never had my dick sucked," I said." I wasn't gonna make you because I decided I wanted it, but you offered, and I thought what the hell. And it was awesome. I was worried I was gonna shoot fast and feel embarrassed. Thirty-something and lacking dick control,"I said with a grin. "Meg gave me one and wanted me to unload in her mouth, so I did," I added. She grinned at my bluntness as I continued, "The facesitting was great. One has to be a little careful, and you were. I love your ass. And your headlights. Ass worship was a lot of fun. I like it when you pee on me. I'm not a touchy-feely person, but I wanted to touch you, and I liked being touched," I said. "I couldn't have asked for more, and if I did, you should reserve the right to kick my greedy ass."

She said, "I have no idea how long toilet games will turn me on. I had an interest more than five years ago. Maybe it'll continue as long as I keep my looks. Some people can't have a regular relationship with someone they get truly kinky with, but I can't imagine not. I think I want the kink with the regular," was her opinion.

"Where does that leave us?" she went on. "We both have regular lives. Keep them going. But a lot has happened even though we took only a week. Outside of the fetish stuff, I got to see what kind of guy you are. What kind of person--your attittude, your morals, your personality, and your sense of humor. We oughta make time for each other. Enjoy the kink till it wears off and then bask in a more conventional relationship. I can't not have the option to enjoy you," came the verdict.

"When I first saw you at the party with John's friends, I evaluated you. In short: Brunette, a hairstyle I find sexy, nice facial features, a smile, and nice tits and an ass I gotta like," I summarized. "Then the week happened. The kink, the humor, your voice and your laugh--did I tell you how much I like those? And then you decided to kiss me. Jeeeesuuus, I might as well have turned into a gooey puddle right then. It became a desire to be with you. And now I don't wanna go without. You're gorgeous. The attraction is there for both of us, I think. But I fell in love with everything outside the physical; physical makes a nice bonus. But I look at you and I go 'I will never need another woman. If she was a stranger in a room full of supermodels, running stricly by looks, I'd choose her because she meets my ideal. Don't even need to worry about wanting or lusting after another woman,' " I finished.

Amanda untied her ever-present robe. She beckoned me onto her lap and I obliged. We wrapped ourselves around each other and she delivered a long, passionate kiss with her trademark gentleness. Our faces separated and I gently buried mine in her suppple breasts, enjoying her skin and the feel of her tits on my face. We looked at each other and cuddled.

"I certainly didn't expect this, but I know I want more," she said.

"Amen to that," I agreed. I stood up and asked Amanda to lie down on her belly. She frowned and complied. I lifted the robe and exposed her fine butt. I knelt and preseed my face to her fabulous ass. I worked it around some. I pressed her caboose into my face with my hands. I kissed each cheek repeatedly, and settled the robe back into place. I stood. Amanda followed and kissed me again, murmuring her thanks.

At last it was time to part ways, if only temporarily. Amanda put on street clothes and I gathered my few personal belongings. Out to the sunny weather and her equally wonderful Aston Martin DB9. The garagre opened and we maneuvered to the street. Twenty minutes later, I was in my duplex driveway. Amanda walked me into the house as I ditched my stuff. We shared a kiss and a look that was, for lack of a better term, tender. And longing. Showing desire. And promise. I watched Amanda step through my door and return to the car. Carefully out to the street and gone ,the engine note ringing and replaying through my head as I closed the door and delved back into my average life.

But it really wasn't average. A meeting of two people. An agreement. No strings or requirements or expectations. Fulfillment. An unexpected connection. Respect and romance and desire. A relationship born.

I went back to work on Monday, but Amanda and I began doing things together in our spare time. We weren't obsesed with each other, both being too busy for that kind of thing. But we enjoyed each other, and our bond grew, seperate from our kinky diversions. And each of us experienced happiness. I certainly required no more.

The End