Time to Waste by Jack (Hetero sex, Scat, WS, D/s, Menstruation, 
Spanking, Infantilism, Voyeurism) 


For adults over 18 only. The scenes depicted in this story are purely 
for erotic fantasy only.


Pt.1

Well, at least you've survived your first meeting, Jack told himself as 
he loitered on the sidewalk in front of the run-down storefront. It had 
taken all the courage he had to drag himself down to the Sex Addicts 
Anonymous meeting that evening, even though the group met only two 
blocks from his loft.

And now here he was, 90 minutes later with coffee in hand, wandering 
around a bit awkwardly as other veteran members schmoozed and gossiped 
after the meeting on the street outside. Jack didn't know if he should 
feel embarrassed or relieved now that he had stood up in front of 
nearly two dozen people and identified himself as a "chronic 
masturbator"! Everyone had applauded and welcomed him, but Jack hadn't 
felt sufficiently relaxed to bring up what was really plaguing him: his 
non-stop fantasies of golden showers, brown showers, large knockers, 
spanking, female domination, and sexual freaks!! Perhaps next time. If 
there was a next time!

Failing to strike up any conversations, and unsure how to begin, Jack 
was about to call it quits and walk back to his loft when a young woman 
who had earlier identified herself to the group as Siobhan strolled up 
and planted herself in front of him. Siobhan had grabbed his attention 
during introductions when she stood up and announced - rather proudly 
Jack had thought - that she was a "total pervert!" This audacious 
announcement had gotten a rather mixed reaction: smiles and applause 
from some folks and frowns and grumblings from others who apparently 
felt that loaded terms like "pervert" were out of place in a support 
group. 

Jack's palms immediately began to sweat. Siobhan would be considered a 
knockout in any crowd, with her long wavy brown hair nearly down to her 
ample ass, a cute face accented with sultry eye shadow and dark 
lipstick, a formfitting crimson dress that stopped just short of her 
knees, and a stunning chest that could best be described as extremely 
"top heavy." But in the dressed-down atmosphere of a Sex Addicts 
meeting - where sweatshirts and jeans served to mask most participants' 
sexuality in a studied blandness - she looked oddly out of place, as if 
she had interrupted a hot date to attend the meeting.

Jack flashed the best smile he could for someone who had recently 
identified himself as a compulsive jack-off artist and forced out a "Hi 
there," trying not to crush his now empty styrofoam cup out of 
nervousness. Siobhan looked him up and down, smiled somewhat impishly 
and responded in a throaty voice.

"Hi yourself - Jack, wasn't it? This looked like your first time at one 
of these groups!"

"That's for sure!" Jack grinned and tried mightily to keep his eyes off 
Siobhan's astoundingly deep cleavage. Up close Jack became aware that 
her nipples - which looked to be the size of thimbles - were pushing 
out the dress's fabric on both of her jutting breasts. Jack wondered if 
he was going to pass out as all of his blood suddenly rushed to his 
cock giving him a raging hard-on. He shifted his gaze reluctantly and 
noticed the empty styrofoam cup in her hand. "Say, can I get you some 
more coffee?"

Siobhan wrinkled her nose and looked momentarily pained. "Coffee? The 
stuff they have at these meetings is more like battery acid! I've drunk 
all I can stand, I'm afraid. In fact, I already have to pee so bad that 
I'm having to keep my legs crossed!" Siobhan crossed her shapely legs 
at the ankles for emphasis and groaned. "And the worst part is that 
they don't even have a toilet in this stupid little meeting hall! It's 
a crime!"

Jack's ears perked up at this news of a damsel in distress and his 
bashfulness fled as the universe suddenly seemed to click into place. 

"Listen, Siobhan. I've got a loft two blocks from here - relief is just 
a four minute walk away! C'mon!" 

"Now that's a good line if I ever heard one! A man with a toilet is a 
good thing to find! You've got yourself a customer! Let's go!" 

The pair grabbed their jackets and set off briskly for Jack's loft. On 
the way, Jack had to remind himself to breathe deeply and relax. Don't 
get your hopes up, pal, he thought to himself. But his cock was clearly 
more optimistic: his hard-on showed no signs of letting up at all. 
Blessedly, by the time they reached the large metal door to Jack's 
building and he unlocked the deadbolt, an easy rapport had developed 
between the two. It turned out that Siobhan had only recently moved to 
the area from back East and this was her first time at this support 
group as well. 

As they climbed the stairs to his artist's loft in what had formerly 
been a small brick factory building, Jack's threw all caution to the 
wind and let his growing curiosity win out. "Siobhan, excuse me if this 
is too personal a question, but what did you mean when you introduced 
yourself to the group as 'a total pervert!?' I suppose I'm no one to 
talk, but isn't that a bit extreme as a self-description?"

Jack unlocked the door to the loft and flicked a switch on the wall. As 
they hustled inside Siobhan flung off her jacket and looked around 
excitedly.

"Good 	question, Jack. But before I try to answer it, just point 
me to the bathroom!"

"Oh right! It's over there behind the kitchen area. Just go past the 
sink and make a sharp right. I'll heat some water for some real coffee 
if you like."

"Sure thing! Excuse me."

As she trotted across the loft, Jack followed at a discreet distance. 
As a struggling artist, Jack had refurbished the loft in an imaginative 
but minimalist fashion. To simplify the plumbing, he had installed a 
toilet, sink, and old fashioned bathtub immediately adjacent to the 
kitchen area. In a loft like this with no partitions, the only thing 
separating the john from the kitchen was a thin curtain. As Siobhan 
moved behind the curtain, Jack strode up to the stove and grabbed the 
water kettle. He was about to fill it with fresh water at the sink when 
he became aware of Siobhan less than two yards away! The light was just 
right so that he could see her voluptuous silhouette. The toilet seat 
banged down, there was a slight pause, and then Siobhan's audible sigh 
of relief followed immediately by the loud hiss of her stream of urine. 
Jack's boner twitched and his imagination was flooded with images of 
Siobhan with her panties around her ankles peeing urgently. He found 
himself standing dead still, straining to hear if she was going to do 
anything more. The thought excited him. And then he awkwardly became 
aware of his own silence.

Get a grip, Jack! he told himself and somewhat noisily returned to the 
task at hand. Filling the tea kettle with fresh water he put it on the 
stove to boil and set about grinding coffee beans and fitting a Melitta 
filter above a coffee pot. The kettle was just beginning to whistle 
when Siobhan emerged from behind the curtain waving a magazine. Jack 
winced and blushed a bright red to match her dress. It was a copy of 
Toilet Slave Quarterly, his favorite "fetish" magazine.

"Interesting bathroom reading you've got here, Jack! No wonder you're a 
'chronic masturbator'! This magazine is incredibly twisted." Siobhan's 
lips curled in a little sneer. Convinced that he had totally blown it 
and was about to get a heated lecture, Jack sighed resignedly and 
steeled himself for the inevitable. He should have known better than to 
entertain pick-up fantasies about a fellow attendee at a recovery 
meeting! 

There was a ten second pause, which seemed like an eternity, before 
Siobhan spoke further, a smirk replacing the sneer. 

"In fact, Jack, I'd have to say that anyone who enjoys this magazine 
must be a 'total pervert', too!" Siobhan burst out laughing at the 
surprised look on Jack's face. "Judging from the stuff in this it looks 
to me like we're two peas in a pod - no pun intended. The only 
difference is that you fantasize about it while I actually do it!"

Jack swallowed hard and tried to make sense out of having the tables 
suddenly turned. A minute before he was sure he was going to get 
blasted once again for being too sleazy and too sick. That's what his 
wife had accused him of when she had left him three years ago. And so 
had every other woman to whom he had tentatively broached these outre 
fantasies that had been plaguing him for years. 

Yet here, for the first time in his life, was a woman - his dream 
woman, you could say - teasing him for not being sleazy enough! Or so 
it seemed. Recovering a bit of his aplomb he rose to his own defense.

"Wait a minute, Siobhan! I don't get it! If you're so proud of being a 
pervert, what were you doing at a Sex Addicts meeting? At least I went 
because I recognized I have a problem!"

"You do have a problem, Jack. I'll grant you that! But it's not what 
you think! These kinky ideas are only torturing you because you keep 
them bottled up inside. You stay indoors with your stroke books and 
stew in your own guilt when you could be out having fun! That's your 
problem! 

"I'll let you in on a little secret... Sure I stop by support groups 
occasionally - I used to visit one or two back East every now and then. 
But I don't go to wallow in guilt and wring my hands like most people 
there! Absolutely not! I go because they're a good place to meet guys 
like you who are on my wavelength. When I'm lucky I can rescue them 
from the guilt-mongers before they're lost for good.

"Look at you! You're obviously intelligent. You're good looking if a 
bit too shy, but you mean well. And you've had the courage to consider 
ways of sexual pleasure that Mr. Joe Normal would sooner die than admit 
to. When I call myself a 'total pervert' it's a calling card not a 
tortured confession!"

Siobhan caught her breath and glanced around the kitchen. "Sorry if I'm 
giving you a hard time. But I'm incredibly horny and it just drives me 
nuts to see a guy like you flinching because I waved one of their 
magazines around! Have some balls and stand up for your kinks! Say, 
what happened to that 'good' coffee you were making? If we're lucky 
this could be a long night!"

"The water got cold while you were talking." Jack said with a trace of 
irony. "It'll just take a minute to reheat it." He walked over to the 
stove and turned the burner back on. "Alright, I get your point. Just 
listen to my side of the story for a minute, would you?"

"Certainly. I'm all ears!" Siobhan gave him an encouraging smile and 
took a seat at the wooden kitchen table. 

The kettle whistled and Jack brought it over to the table, pouring the 
hot water into the filter full of coffee. The trickling sound as the 
water slowly filled the pot reminded him of Siobhan's hissing pee just 
a few minutes before. There's a lot at stake here, he thought. You 
better make this good.

"I can't speak for anyone else, Siobhan. All I know is my own life. As 
far as I can tell, certain things happened to me when I was so young I 
can hardly remember them. I suspect I was weaned way too early. My 
mother and I didn't see eye to eye about toilet training and my 
stubbornness over cooperation led to several, er, traumatic incidents. 
When I grew a little older I was caught playing doctor with a neighbor 
girl and severely punished. Finally, I was painfully shy up until the 
last year or two of high school. Add these all up and you get a 
shitload of strange predilections, so to speak. That's the 
psychological rationale."

Jack poured them both steaming cups of coffee and continued. 

"For years I tried to be normal and put my past behind me. I dated nice 
girls and eventually got married to one of them. But as time passed 
these old ideas kept popping up unexpectedly and there was nowhere for 
them to go. Believe me, my wife didn't want to hear about water sports 
or spanking much less shit play or domniatrix scenes. When I tried to 
lead her gently in that direction she balked and went back to her 
family, convinced that I was a total pervert. And she didn't mean it as 
a compliment! 

"We split up three years ago. Since then I've met several attractive 
women who seemed street smart and open-minded. But once again if I 
brought up anything kinky they thought I was insane! So, a year or two 
ago, I finally gave up. I just figured I'd have to live with my 
fantasies unfulfilled and grease up my good right hand for the 
duration. 

"And that was okay for a while - until recently, at least. But the more 
that I stayed at home and jerked off every night, the more I felt like 
a stunted pervert and a failure. When I finally realized that a Sexual 
Addicts group was meeting nearby I thought maybe they'd be able to 
help. So I showed up tonight. End of story.

"You can call me a coward for not acting on my fantasies, but maybe you 
inhabit some alternate universe full of kinky and willing partners. I 
suspect any man would be willing to do nearly anything you asked in 
order to get into bed with you. You're stunningly beautiful! Hell, you 
name it, I'll do it! Just keep in mind that I never managed to hook up 
with any network of deviants, if there are such things. I may have 
twisted fantasies, but as far as "live scenes" go I'm a total novice!"

Jack sat back and looked across at Siobhan. With that off his chest he 
actually felt more relaxed and open than he had in months, maybe years. 
Siobhan was leaning over the table, her hands on her chin and her 
breasts nearly spilling out of her dress top. She eyed him 
mischievously in a way that made him think that perhaps all was not 
lost. 

"Very good! I like honesty. Now we're getting somewhere!" She stood up 
and stretched lithely, keeping her eyes focused on his all the while. 
She looked deliciously sexy and Jack was tempted to leap up, grab her, 
and head for the bed. But things still didn't quite add up.

"What I still don't get, Siobhan, is why you are so kinky. Like I said, 
you look like you could have any man in town just by snapping your 
fingers. You seem outgoing, good-humored, well-adjusted even, just to 
talk with you at least. Why go slumming for sleaze at Sex Addicts 
meetings, for God's sake!?"

"Jack, please get it through your head that I don't consider you sleaze 
any more than I really consider us 'total perverts.' We may be out 
there, but to my mind the real perverts are the jerks running the 
governments and the world economy, the high and mighty who make their 
livings off of wars and fast deals and pushing poor people around. 
That's perverse in my book, not people who like to play with each other 
sexually! 

"But you're right. I seem like an unlikely candidate for kinky sex 
games that most people find bizarre. Like you I think things just 
flowed that way. I don't remember any traumas, but I do know that as 
long as I can remember I loved to play doctor with the neighborhood 
kids. We had a close knit pack in grade school and we'd dare each other 
as to who could be the most outrageous. It didn't take long before we 
were seeing who could pee the longest or who could get away with 
shitting in the most public place and not get caught. It was a 
tremendous rush!

"By the time my periods began one of my girlfriends had discovered her 
father's stash of extremely kinky porno which he'd bought on trips to 
Europe. A few of us girls used to get together over at her house when 
her folks were out and study these full color magazines full of water 
sports, fist fucking, toilet slaves, and tit torture. We never tried 
most of that stuff at the time - it was a bit too much for 11 year old 
girls to handle. But we got used to thinking about it and sometime's 
we'd masturbate together. 

"Then, as luck would have it, my breasts grew quite large very early - 
I was wearing C cups already when I hit 7th grade, and I was having to 
fend off boys left and right. It didn't take me long to discover that I 
held the upper hand in any relationship I was in. I got a tremendous 
sense of power and self-confidence from my sexiness and I let the boys 
know who was boss! 

"Strangely enough, I was in no hurry to go all the way. I discovered 
that endless, excruciating foreplay and little erotic scenarios we'd 
act out were fun enough. I had several girlfriends who felt they had to 
give in to their pushy boyfriends or they'd lose them. And then they'd 
end up pregnant and get pressured into getting married or having 
abortions. No way! I didn't need that hassle. So I bided my time and 
ended up going steady my senior year and on into college with this 
sweet guy whose imagination was nearly as extreme as mine. 

"But then he had this sudden "born again" trip and dropped me like a 
hot potato. I was plenty angry but I figured, hey there are plenty more 
fish in the sea. I was majoring in psych and spent the next two or 
three years getting a Masters in human sexuality. I got so busy 
studying sex that for awhile there I didn't have much time for 
relationships or sex itself. And then when I finally graduated, I 
discovered that meeting guys who liked to play my kind of games was 
tougher once you were away from the campus. That's when I hit upon 
Sexual Addict groups as a cool device for meeting new faces now and 
then.  

"Anyway, I didn't mention it before, but I just love teaching virgin 
perverts how to 'come out'! I could tell you had promise from across 
the room tonight and I think I guessed right! Jack, you look like a 
fast learner, so let's make a deal. Just follow my directions and do as 
I say and I'll see that we both get off. No excuses now, and no backing 
out! Okay? I find these first-time test runs really go best if I take 
the lead and direct the action. We're going to play a variety of roles 
tonight, so pay attention closely. I'll give you all the clues you need 
in order to keep things hot!"

"Oh God, Siobhan, that sounds great! I'm at your service!"

"Well, alright! Let's get nasty!"

* * *

Siobhan strolled lazily over to where Jack was sitting and stood just 
inches from him. She reached out her lithe little arms and ran her 
fingers through his hair. Then firmly grasping his head she brought it 
forward, nearly smothering him with her breasts. She rubbed her bulging 
tits back and forth across his face driving him mad with the sensuous 
feel of her aroused nipples encased in a lacy bra lightly covered by 
her satin dress. 

"Does Jackie like Mommie's breasts?" Siobhan cooed gently. 

"Oh yes, Mommie!" answered her virgin pervert eagerly. "I like them a 
lot!"

"Would Jackie like to kiss Mommie's breasts?"

"Please, Mommie, please!"

"Perhaps Jackie should kiss them now, just to make sure!"

Jack cupped her red-clad breasts in his hands and nuzzled between them. 
Then he covered first the left then the right breast with light kisses, 
paying special attention to her protruding nipples. He could feel the 
filigree of her bra cups on his lips as his tongue darted out and 
flicked one of the hardened nipples back and forth. Siobhan sighed 
huskily and stopped him for a moment, her hand on his head.

"Is Jackie hungry? Does he want Mommie to nurse him? Breasts are so 
much nicer than that stupid ol' bottle!"

Jack could feel his erection rapidly telescoping in his pants. He liked 
this game a lot!

"Oh yes, Mommie! I want to suck your breasts so bad!"

"That's nice, sweetheart! Why don't we go over to the couch where 
Mommie can be comfortable."

Siobhan took Jack's hand and they walked over to the large leather 
couch in the loft's living room area. 

"I think Jackie should take his pants and shirt off so that he feels 
more his age," Siobhan said decisively. "And when he's done with that, 
he can help Mommie with her dress and bra.

Jack speedily removed his pants and shirt, feeling slightly foolish 
standing there in his Fruit of the Looms with his large and twitching 
cock tenting out in front. 

Siobhan walked over to him and pirouetted around, presenting him with 
her back. 

"Now Jackie, unzip Mommie's dress."

Jack did as he was told, finding the zipper beneath her long brown 
tresses and pulling it down. Siobhan shrugged the red straps off her 
shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor around her ankles, 
keeping her back to him. All she had on were a white brassiere and lacy 
white panties stretched tight across her large fleshy buttocks.

"And now can my big boy unhook Mommie's bra?"

"I'll try, Mommie!"

Jack struggled with the little hooks for a moment before the deed was 
done.

"Thank you, Jackie." 

Siobhan slowly turned to face him, her hands cupping her breasts, 
keeping the large bra cups in place. With a swift lithe movement she 
shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders and let go of the cups. The 
brassiere dropped to the floor and Jack was presented with a sight that 
made his mouth water.

Freed from confinement, Siobhan's large rounded breasts swung low on 
her chest, graced with faint stretch marks and extravagantly large 
brown areola. In the center of each areola was a stiff nipple the size 
of a thumb.

Siobhan walked over to the large couch and lowered her buttocks onto it 
as if she were settling delicately onto the face of a lover. Sitting, 
her lovely breasts nearly reached to her lap and she motioned Jack 
over.

"Come to Mommie!"

Jack got gently on the couch and lowered his head onto her lap, face 
up. Siobhan took his head in her hand and brought his hungry mouth over 
to her left breast.

"Suck them, Honey, please!"

Jack grasped the thimble-like nipple between his lips and sucked. 
Siobhan moaned. He opened his mouth wider and tried to encompass as 
much of her pebbly areola as possible. He could feel it contract into a 
cluster of wrinkles and bumps beneath his tongue and he sucked the 
spongy mass vigorously towards the back of his throat. Siobhan 
stiffened. 

"Oh baby! That's it! Mommie's titties need sucking real bad! Ohh, 
you're making Mommie so wet!"

Siobhan squirmed around on the couch and Jack caught a whiff of the 
heady perfume of her cunt just inches from his head. He shifted 
slightly and reached for her other swollen teat. It felt so soft yet 
firm to his touch. His fingers lightly grasped the other nipple and 
pulled gently, then harder. He rolled it between his thumb and 
forefinger, back and forth, back and forth, then tugged again. 
Meanwhile, he mimicked the same motions on her other breast with his 
lips, stiffening them against his teeth. 

The odor of pussy juices flowing permeated the air, mixed enticingly 
with the smell of leather from the couch. Siobhan's breathing became 
labored. Little grunts and groans escaped from her lips and Jack's head 
bobbed up and down on her lap as she rubbed her cunt forcefully into 
the couch beneath him. 

"Pinch them! Oh! Twist them! Bite them! Ohhhh! I'm coming!  Ahhhh..." 
Siobhan's eyes were shut tight, her head thrown back, her beautiful 
face distorted in a grimace of ecstatic agony. Then she relaxed, took 
Jack's head in both her hands and held it to her tightly. 

"Oh, Jackie, you made Mommie very happy! That was a very good 
beginning! Let's catch our breaths for a moment." Siobhan cooed. Then 
her tone of voice shifted slightly to a more formal, even haughty tone, 
as she asked "I'm so thirsty! Can you bring us some ice water, 
Jackson?"

Sensing a change in the scenario, Jack got up off her lap, stood, took 
a deep breath and replied in kind. 

"Certainly, Ma'am! Would you like anything else while I'm up?"

"Why yes, come to think of it! Perhaps you can bring a large mixing 
bowl. Oh, and some olive oil if you have some. A clean towel would be 
nice, too. Thank you, Jackson."

When Jack came back across the loft from the kitchen, Siobhan was 
standing with her back to him looking out at the night skyline through 
the dirty windows. She still wore her white panties and red pumps but 
that was all. Jack put the serving tray down on the coffee table and 
stood quietly at attention.

"These windows really do need cleaning, Jackson! Perhaps you can attend 
to them later. However, I've got more important tasks for you right 
now." Siobhan swung around, her breasts swaying heavily as she walked 
over to where her butler stood, her heels clicking loudly on the 
polished hardwood floor.

"For instance... I believe my ass is long overdue for some serious 
attention and worship. Little Jackie did an excellent job on my breasts 
- especially for such a young beginner - but it takes an older, more 
experienced man to appreciate a woman's ass, don't you think?"

"Very true, Ma'am!"

Siobhan walked past Jack to the coffee table. She picked up a tall 
glass of ice water and drank deeply, finishing it off in no time. Then 
she moved to the side of the couch and leaned forward with her hands on 
its arm rest, her legs spread, and her magnificent bottom stuck up in 
the air.

"Would you be so kind as to come over here and tell me what you think, 
Jackson? Do I have a nice ass?"

Jack stepped over to where Siobhan stood bent over and squatted behind 
her. In this position he could see how her panties hugged the contours 
of her buttocks. There was a wet stain in the panties' underside where 
they had been drenched with Siobhan's juices. The pungent odor of a 
woman in heat made his nostrils flare. A raw excitement began to build 
in his gut.

"I dare say Madam's ass is unequaled for its bewitching beauty. The 
flawless texture of the skin just begs to be touched."

"Yes, doesn't it now?" Siobhan said wryly. "Well, let's take things in 
their proper order, shall we? I think it would be best if you 
controlled yourself and only touched my bottom with your nose, to begin 
with. Go ahead, Jackson, this is no time to dawdle!"

Jack nosed against the unimaginably soft skin of her ass. She must use 
baby powder on it every day, he thought to himself, marveling at its 
smoothness. His nose slid across the satiny surface of her panties and 
stopped at the crack in her ass. He nudged the material up into the 
crack, breathing deeply as he worked away. His nostrils were parked 
just above where the panties hid her asshole when he felt her push 
herself back against his snout. There was a faint hiss of escaping gas 
and the dirty sweet smell of her anal vapors enveloped him. Jack 
inhaled deeply and leaned his nose even deeper into the valley between 
her cheeks. 

Siobhan broke his reveries suddenly.

"Oh, Jackson, sorry to interrupt your meditations but this posture is 
beginning to tire me. Why don't you remove my panties with your teeth 
and then we'll move to the bed. And be snappy about it!"

Jack shifted his legs to a kneeling position and grabbed the elastic 
band of her panties with his teeth. He tugged and peeled the panties 
slowly down over the expanse of her bottom. By pulling first on one 
side and then on the other, he was able to bring them down to the tops 
of her thighs. He paused. Siobhan stood, brought her legs together and 
he grabbed the panties again in his mouth and yanked them down her 
smooth shapely legs. They fell around her feet and she stepped daintily 
out of them. 

Jack was down on all fours and Siobhan turned around and stood over 
him, her hands on her hips and her large brown nipples taunting him. 
For the first time Jack had a chance to see her pussy. A thrill went 
through his body as he saw the profusion of thick pubic hair 
surmounting her cunt. The bush hung down in thick unruly curls, totally 
masking her pussy. Before he could catch his breath, Siobhan quickly 
moved away and walked over to his bed, her high heels clicking. 

"Jackson!" she called back to him in her haughty manner. "Don't forget 
the tray!"

Jack obediently picked up the crowded tray and brought it over to the 
bed side. He placed it on the floor. Siobhan lay face down on his bed, 
her face nestled sideways in a pillow. She looked at him with the 
fondness of a mistress for her favorite manservant.

"You must be thirsty from all your exertions, Jackson. Don't forget to 
drink your water so that you don't become dehydrated!"

"Madam is too kind."

Jack reached down and grabbed his glass from the tray and downed its 
contents in one long gulp. He felt the water gurgle in his stomach. 
Between all the coffee earlier and now this, he was beginning to feel 
the urge to pee. However this was no time to interrupt the proceedings 
for a quick run to the john. He would just have to hold it for now.

"Now Jackson, my bottom needs to be worshiped. If you treat it well, it 
may reward you with unspeakable pleasures. If you love it, it will love 
you back. You may now anoint it."

Jack paused only a second before he realized she was referring to the 
bottle of olive oil on the tray by his feet. He grabbed the bottle, 
uncapped it, and climbed onto the bed beside Siobhan. He carefully 
poured a thin stream of oil onto a cheek of her ass and spread it 
around quickly before it could run off the sides. He repeated the 
gesture with her other cheek and leaned over replacing the bottle on 
the tray. 

Then he proceeded to caress her bottom, rubbing the olive oil all over 
her buttocks, and into the crack of her ass. He felt the tickle of 
little hairs against his oily fingers and realized that her forest of 
dark pubic hair extended from her pussy all the way past her anus and 
up the valley between her cheeks. She was like an elegant animal.

"Mmmm. That feels so good, Jackson. Very good indeed! Now that you have 
anointed my bottom, it's time to use your tongue. My ass needs to be 
licked and cleaned."

Siobhan stuck her ass up at him, keeping her torso pressed against the 
bed. Jack grasped her behind on either side and raked his tongue up and 
down her cheeks. He licked her bottom all over, giving it a thorough 
tongue bath. And then with his blood pounding loudly in his ears he 
moved his tongue to the hairy crack between her buttocks. His fingers 
grasped her fleshy globes as he tongued the oil, sucking the hairs and 
tugging on them gently with his lips. Her bouquet was overpowering, a 
heady mix of cunt juice, olive oil, lingering farts and perfume. He 
worked his way down to her asshole and then drew back momentarily to 
steal a peek at her secret hole. There was a little ring of short hairs 
encircling her puckered anus. While he watched, Siobhan flexed her anus 
at him, making it wrinkle and contract. He dove at it with his mouth 
and licked its perimeter. Siobhan sighed and relaxed her anus, and a 
little squish of oil escaped from it. 

For the first time Siobhan brought her hand up to her cunt and started 
fingering herself. She dipped her fingertips between the lips of her 
dripping pussy, briefly brushing her hand against Jack's chin. Then she 
moved her hand back and Jack knew that she was massaging her clit.  

Jack stiffened his tongue and pushed it into the aperture. He wiggled 
his tongue's tip back and forth inside her bowels and then he stopped, 
his heart in his throat. He could feel something in there, almost like 
another tongue reaching out to meet his. 

"Oh God!" Jack thought. "It's a turd!"

This excited him immeasurably and he was afraid he might shoot off at 
any moment. With one hand he reached back to his own crotch and found 
the head of his rigid cock slick with leaking seminal fluid. He 
reapplied himself to the task at hand.

Jack flicked his tongue in little circles around the circumference of 
the turd, probing it's tip. It felt quite solid. When he withdrew his 
tongue back into his mouth, he savored the taste. It was bittersweet 
and brackish and faintly meaty.

"Is there some problem, Jackson?" Siobhan had noticed the pause in his 
ministrations. Jack was certain that she had also been quite conscious 
of his tongue-play with her turd and turned on by it.

"Not exactly a problem, Ma'am," he replied. "But there does seem to be 
some object getting in the way of the cleaning procedure!"

"Are you sure, Jackson? That hardly seems possible. Perhaps you had 
better probe with your finger!"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Jack stuck the still oily middle finger of his right hand in his mouth 
and added a layer of saliva to it. Then he brought it to her wrinkled 
asshole and wiggled the aperture open. Siobhan redoubled her efforts on 
her clit, her legs tensing and her whole pelvis vibrating. He wormed 
his finger in her shithole up to his first knuckle  and there was the 
turd. He pushed against it and could feel it give slightly. He pushed 
the turd back up her rectum another knuckle-length and then drew back 
to the first knuckle. The turd pushed back to its original position. He 
pushed the turd up again and pulled back. Siobhan's sphincter squeezed 
his finger tightly and he could tell she was in heaven as she pushed 
the turd in her rectum back against his finger. 

"That's it Jackson! That's it! Fuck the shit in my ass! Fuck it!  
Uhhhnnh! Uhhhnnh!" In her orgasmic rush, Siobhan was hissing out 
ecstatic obscenities as Jack powered his greasy digit back and forth in 
her ass. 

And then Siobhan came with an unearthly grunting scream and suddenly 
the force of the turd was too strong against Jack's finger. Her rectum 
spasmed, ejecting his finger, and then a large solid turd emerged, 
dropping into Jack's open hand. 

"Holy shit!" Jack uttered. He quickly brought his other hand around as 
her anus dilated again and another turd pushed out. 	

Siobhan collapsed forward on the bed like a rag doll, a muffled purr-
like moan coming from her mouth. Jack knelt behind her, his hands 
cupped under her dark brown turds. They were hot and steaming like some 
fresh food out of the oven. The stench was glorious, a dirty filthy 
odor that threw Jack back to his earliest infanthood, even before his 
conscious memories began. 

Carefully cradling the turds, Jack slid off the side of the bed. He 
stood there quietly, looking with awe from Siobhan to her warm turds, 
marveling at her precious present for him. He was so happy he felt like 
crying. He carefully deposited the turds in the mixing bowl on the 
tray, appreciating Siobhan's experience and foresight in setting up the 
scene. Then he just stood there wondering what to do next. 

Siobhan stirred on the bed, opened her eyes and raised herself up on 
her elbows. 

"Wow!" she said. She shook her head as if to clear it, and then spoke 
crisply.

"Doctor! As soon as you're done removing the specimens and washing your 
hands, I believe the next patient will be ready for you. I'll call her 
in and have her disrobe."

"Thank you, Nurse!" Jack replied confidently. 

He reached down and picked up the mixing bowl and walked across the 
loft and behind the kitchen. Somewhat reluctantly he dropped the turds 
in the toilet and flushed it. Then returning to the kitchen he washed 
his hands well in the sink, the feel of the water on his hands 
increasing the need he felt to pee. Something told him that he 
shouldn't take that piss just yet, but hold it as long as he could. The 
night was not over by a long shot.

He rinsed out the mixing bowl and brought it back with him to the 
bedroom area. He found Siobhan sitting up in bed, her legs slung over 
the side, and his discarded shirt draped over her front, like a 
patient's smock. She spoke in a new voice, a bit worried and naive.

"Oh, there you are, Doctor! The Nurse said I should wait in here. I'm 
glad you could squeeze me in at this late hour!"

"It's my pleasure, Ms ---?"

"Powell... Edna Powell."

"Alright, Ms. Powell. Now what seems to be the problem?"

Siobhan's brow wrinkled and she seemed to huddle beneath the smock. She 
looked up at him hopefully.

"Well, I have a very unusual condition that I need your opinion on. 
It's a bit embarrassing, really. It has to do with my... privates."

"Now Ms. Powell, no need to be embarrassed. I'm quite experienced in 
these matters and believe me, it's unlikely that your condition will be 
something new under the sun. Why don't we get you up here on this 
table," Jack gestured towards the bed she was sitting on, "and we'll 
take a look." 

Jack turned up the lamp on the stand by the bed and a wider pool of 
light illuminated the bed. Siobhan scurried back on the bed, leaned 
back crosswise on it, and bent her legs at the knees. Remembering the 
towel he'd brought over earlier, Jack folded it in half and placed it 
under Siobhan's raised thighs. 

The perfume of her pussy wafted forth again and Jack remembered that he 
still hadn't come. One of these times, he thought, one of these times.

Jack leaned over as Siobhan slowly lifted the smock exposing her hairy 
snatch. As he'd noted earlier, there was a jungle of curls enveloping 
her crotch and extending down her soft inner thighs. Well, she 
certainly was the most generously hirsute woman he'd ever met. But then 
he looked again and did a double take. He leaned closer to get a better 
look. 

"Here, Doctor! Let me help you see it better!" 

Siobhan reached down and combed back her luxurious pelt with her 
fingers, pulling the thick tangle of curls back from her cunt lips. 
There at the top of her labia, emerging from a fold of skin was her 
clitoris. But this wasn't just any old clitoris, this was a prodigious 
clitoris the size of a woman's thumb. As Siobhan fondled her clit it 
stiffened further, unfurling in size until it was at least two inches 
long. 

"Now do you see what I mean, Doctor?" she said plaintively. "When I 
play with it, it grows this big and aches something awful! I feel like 
such a freak!"

"Well, Ms Powell -- or may I call you Edna?"

"Please!"

"Well, Edna. There's no need to feel shame because of your unusually 
developed clitoris. I dare say it adds to your charm. However, you are, 
in fact, correct: This is the first time that I've dealt with someone 
with quite your condition. I find it fascinating of course. Perhaps you 
can answer a few questions for me."

"I'll try."

"Has your clitoris always been this big?"

"No! It didn't really seem to be noticeably different in size until I 
was a teenager. And then it only seemed to grow really large once I 
started masturbating. Oh dear, now you've got me blushing!"

Siobhan hid her face with her hands and Jack swore he could see a flush 
of red in her cheeks.

"You say it aches. Can you tell me what you mean by that?"

"Well, Doctor, whenever I'm aroused and I've fondled my clit and my 
pussy, my clit stiffens up just like a little penis. It feels all tense 
and and won't go down again until I have an orgasm. It used to shrink 
back down if I my arousal went away. But these days once it's stiff my 
arousal can't go away until I come! And even then, it sometimes takes 
several orgasms for it to be really satisfied. It's a greedy little 
thing!"

"I can see it is, Edna. Do you mind if I touch it?"

"Not at all, Doctor. I have complete confidence in your skills."

Gently, Jack stroked the little girl-prick. It quivered to his touch 
and Siobhan sighed.

"Oh Doctor, that feels good!"

Jack grew bolder and gave the clit a firm squeeze between two fingers. 
Siobhan squealed and her cunt lips became slick with pussy juice. 

"Here, I think I can examine this better, if we get you turned this way 
on the examining table."

Jack slid Siobhan around on the bed so her head was up at the pillows. 
He climbed on the bed and got down between her spread-eagled legs. 

"Now, Edna, I'm going to try a little experiment and you tell me how it 
feels, okay?"

Jack stuck out his tongue and slithered it up and down her throbbing 
clit. Siobhan shuddered. Then he brought his mouth up over the mutant 
girl-dick and slowly brought its whole length into his mouth. Jack 
sucked. Varying the suction, and the motion of his tongue, he sluiced 
the clitoris around. Siobhan bucked her hips up and down and made 
inarticulate sobbing moans. Jack let the distended organ pop out of his 
mouth like an all day sucker and he looked up at Siobhan. She had 
thrown off the smock and was gripping a nipple in each hand, yanking 
them roughly, pulling her tit flesh away from her rib cage like the 
pointed tops of circus tents. 

"So, Edna, how did that feel?" Jack quizzed the desperate woman. He 
knew she was in the throes of building to an orgasmic peak, but he was 
the Doctor now and she had entrusted herself to his care. 

"Doctor, please!" Siobhan panted. "Don't stop now! My clit aches worse 
than ever!"

"Tut tut! Not to worry!" Jack assured her with his best bed-side 
manner. "I merely want to try a different kind of treatment. A little 
unconventional perhaps, but unless I'm mistaken it should bring relief. 
Here, let's make sure your clit has plenty of lubrication."

Jack enveloped it in his mouth again and slathered spittle all over the 
little girl-cock. Siobhan moaned pleasurably.

Then quickly sliding off the bed, Jack reached down and pulled off his 
shorts. His rampant cock sprung free, great drips of pre-cum swinging 
off its head. Getting back on the bed, he scooted forward and pointed 
his own ass at Siobhan's crotch.

"Now flatten your legs and let me lower myself onto your clit. If my 
weight is too much, just tell me!"

Siobhan raised up on her elbows and watched excitedly as Jack lowered 
his own anus directly over her monstrous clitoris. He grunted and 
pushed back against the spittle-covered organ. It slipped into his 
tight asshole slowly but smoothly. Jack felt his rectum tingle as her 
girl-cock snaked in. It hurt at first but soon it felt like a very 
slippery turd - one that throbbed and twitched of its own accord in his 
bowels. He looked down at her and smiled. Siobhan grinned back 
encouragingly.

"Oh, Doctor! That feels just fine! Now try moving up and down a 
little!"

Jack did as she suggested, sitting in a squat and drawing his anus 
first up and then sliding back down again. Jack could feel his 
prostrate being massaged by the monster clit, and his boner bulged even 
larger, like a small arm shaking its fist at Siobhan. Up and down, up 
and down he moved, buggering himself with her obscene tool, savoring 
the greasy, grainy friction of her flesh slipping in and out of his 
bowels. Siobhan's and Jack's eyes locked and an electric current seemed 
to pass between them. Jack paused for a moment.

"Whew, Edna! I don't know how long I can keep this up! I think this 
feels great for both of us but this is a very tiring position!"

"Doctor, please! Don't hurt yourself!"

Siobhan reached down and helped Jack rise from his squatting position. 
Then she suddenly grabbed her knees and brought her legs up in a folded 
position against her chest. Her cunt and clit bulged out between her 
thighs beckoning at Jack.

"Please, Doctor! Finish me off with your hard cock! Ram that fucker up 
my cunt and fuck me hard, you bastard!"

The scenario was breaking down in the face of her wanton lust. Clearly 
Siobhan no longer had the patience for roles and teasing. She needed 
release desperately and wouldn't take no for an answer. She grabbed his 
dripping boner and guided it to her pussy lips, inserting the swollen 
head between her hungry labia.

Jack felt her cunt grip his cock snugly. God she was wet! His dick 
snaked up her tight little pussy until it was fully inserted. Her giant 
clit tickled against his own public hair and his balls banged against 
her butt. He leant over Siobhan and let his weight fall on his elbows. 
With his hands he grabbed her wobbling breasts from the side and mashed 
them together. As he stroked his engorged dick in and out of her 
sopping cunt, he rapidly moved his mouth from one nipple to the next, 
back and forth. Siobhan grunted and squealed. Then pushing her breasts 
even tighter together he made her nipples nearly touch each other. 
Opening his mouth wide, he sucked both nipples into his mouth at once 
and chewed down hard on the knobby flesh. 

Siobhan growled and bucked. Her right hand was in the tight space 
between their crotches, jerking off her girl-dick frantically. With her 
left hand she slapped Jack's ass cheek with stinging blows, over and 
over. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! It's here!"

Her orgasm broke just as Jack's own climax hit. Her body stiffened and 
her cunt muscles gripped his cock in velvet spasms. His sperm shot 
forth deep into her womb for what felt like an eternity. From the tummy 
down he felt like their bodies had merged into one languid beast, and 
then he collapsed onto his elbows, mashing his chest against hers and 
breathing tiredly against her neck.

They lay there a long time, until he felt his cock shrink in size and 
she stirred beneath him.

"Time to get up and go rinse off, Jack," Siobhan whispered in his ear. 
"Let's coordinate this together so that we don't make a mess."

They rolled on their sides together and uncoupled. Siobhan grabbed the 
towel and held it to her crotch as they both rose and headed for the 
bathroom. As Jack watched, Siobhan sat down on the toilet and proceeded 
to piss. He could hear the hiss of her pee and the plops of his sperm 
dripping out of her pussy in large drips. She looked at him naughtily 
and grinned.

"Want to help me rinse? Come over here!"

Jack walked over as she moved back slightly on the toilet seat. 

"Rinse my pussy, Jack! I know you want to! You've been holding it all 
evening! Let 'er rip!"

Jack grinned back at her and took his now flaccid tool in his hand. He 
aimed it at her crotch and tightened his stomach muscles. A thick 
yellow stream of pee blasted forth hitting her pubes and lower belly. 
He hosed down her now shrunken clit, washing away the remains of spit 
and love juice and anal mucus that still clung to it. Siobhan reached 
down and pulled back her bush with her hand,  and Jack drenched her 
hand and labia with the scalding stream. It felt heavenly to piss like 
this, to relieve the pressure and touch her most private parts with his 
geyser. 

And then it was over, and he felt a deep weariness creep up. The 
perverted pair took a quick shower together, soaping each other 
tiredly, and then walked back to bed, hand in hand, for a well-deserved 
sleep.



Pt. 2

It was several days after his first overnight encounter with Siobhan 
when Jack next heard from her. They had parted on excellent terms the 
morning after their groundbreaking debauch. Unlike some "morning 
afters" neither had felt awkwardly distant from the other, and yet, 
neither had felt obliged to wring some explicit commitment or 
declaration of love from the other either.

Siobhan had taken his number and given him hers, but she had also 
suggested that they give themselves a few days to rest up and process 
the experience before getting back in touch. Jack had gotten the 
distinct impression that an affair with Siobhan - of whatever length - 
was entirely at her discretion and he deferred to her subtle but firm 
authority on the matter. 

A return to the Sex Addicts meetings was now out of the question. 
Something had burst forth in Jack since the night with Siobhan - a 
self-acceptance and determined allegiance to his own eccentric quirks. 
Empowered by the immediacy of their intense encounter, he felt little 
desire to masturbate and instead applied himself industriously to two 
new paintings. He had no guarantee that she'd call, but he wasn't too 
surprised when the phone rang five days later and he recognized her 
husky purr on the other end of the line.

Siobhan was calling to invite him over for dinner at her place next 
Saturday - just a week from their previous time together. Obviously 
thinking ahead she suggested he bring a fresh change of clothes. Might 
he bring some wine? he asked. A nice cabernet or merlot she suggested.

As the next two days passed, Jack tried to resist the temptation to run 
over possible new scenarios in his imagination. He went back to his 
paints, determined to sublimate his growing anticipation into creative 
energy. But every now and then the image of the dark hairs creeping up 
the crack in her awesome ass seized him and he fell prey to a fit of 
fevered daydreams of unspeakably obscene ecstasies.

During the day on Saturday his excitement built steadily. He found a 
highly rated bottle of Sterling merlot for a good price and decided to 
splurge on a bottle of after dinner port as a surprise. He placed the 
bottles and some extra clothes in a gym bag and walked over to 
Siobhan's apartment. It had turned out that she lived only a fifteen 
minute walk away, although the new highrise in which she had her 
apartment was as upscale as his loft was downscale. He made it through 
security who called up to Siobhan to check his bonafides and took the 
elevator up to her apartment on the 18th floor. He pressed the buzzer 
by her door and she let him in a moment later. 

She was a sight to behold. She had pinned her mane of brown hair up in 
a lavish Victorian bun atop her head, little wisps of fine hairs 
falling free on the back of her fine neck. She wore a floor length gown 
of black crushed velvet with a plunging front that showed her cleavage 
most generously. Judging from the low slung bulge of her breasts under 
the dress, she had decided to forego a bra tonight. Jack wondered to 
himself whether she had skipped her panties as well. As Siobhan stepped 
back from the foyer, he saw that she had little Victorian style lace-up 
shoes with two-inch heels. 

Siobhan had suggested he dress up a bit himself, so Jack had worn his 
best tie and dress shirt along with a classy sport jacket and slacks. 
He usually hated dressing up but faced with Siobhan's lovely garb he 
wished he had had a dinner jacket on instead.

"My, Jack! You look dapper tonight!" Siobhan flashed her winning smile 
at him, and he ceased to worry about jackets. "Come in and relax. The 
food will be ready shortly."

 Jack unzipped his bag and handed the wines to Siobhan with a bow. She 
eyed them approvingly and as she whisked them off to the kitchen, she 
shouted back to him over her shoulder, "Go ahead and put your bag in 
the bedroom down the hall and then meet me in the kitchen."  

Jack trod quietly down the hall and found her bedroom. A queen-size bed 
with a canopy dominated the room, while sliding glass doors led to a 
balcony outside. From this height the lights of the city spread out 
like a geometric fairyland on the ground far below. He dropped his bag 
near a dressing table and went off to find Siobhan in the kitchen. 

As he entered she was mixing pesto into a large steaming bowl of pasta. 
The smell of garlic, oil, and herbs whetted his appetite.

In a matter of minutes they were seated before a veritable feast. No 
doubt about it, Siobhan liked to eat as well as she enjoyed sexual 
games. The red wine flowed and they chatted happily as they avidly 
worked their way through one of the most delicious meals Jack had had 
in ages. 

Before long, Jack sat back in his chair and patted his stomach. 

"Lord, Siobhan, that was delicious. I'm stuffed!"

"Well, you'll have to make room for a little of that port you brought! 
We can't let it go to waste."

"You're right! Ah, what sweet agony. Still, I feel somehow like a goose 
being force-fed to make pate!"

"How ever did you guess?" Siobhan smiled at him and then burst out 
laughing. "Here, decant this port while I clean off the table and then 
we'll repair to the living room to digest."

A few minutes later they were seated comfortably on her plush oversize 
couch. 

"To the pleasures of self-discovery!" Siobhan toasted and clinked her 
goblet of port against Jack's. "To the conquest of fear!" Jack 
rejoindered and they drank deeply. The rich port warmed his stomach. 
Siobhan leaned back against the couch with a determined look in her 
eye.

"So, Jack. Before we begin tonight, I want to get a better sense of 
your fantasy life. I know last week was a turn on for both of us, but I 
need to know some more about your likes and your dislikes before we can 
proceed much further."

"Well, Siobhan, it's still hard for me to get used to speaking openly 
about this with someone. It was great last week just having you sense 
what was right. I guess I'm afraid that if we talk about these things 
matter of factly and "reasonably," they'll just seem stupid and 
insane!"

"Sweetheart, I know what you mean." Siobhan spoke soothingly, patting 
his cheek with her hand. "But the biggest lesson I've learned in acting 
on my desires is that you have to know what you want and know what you 
don't want - and you have to make that clear to your partner. I may 
have good intuition but I'm not a psychic! You've got to believe me 
when I tell you that a few details now will save us a lot of false 
starts later. It may seem a little unromantic to blab out your 
fantasies like this but I know from bitter experience that it's even 
worse to find yourself trapped and bored in somebody else's idea of a 
good time!"

"Alright, let me think." Jack paused for a long moment while he 
bolstered his courage. He finally decided to go for broke. If a "total 
pervert' like Siobhan couldn't handle it, then who could? "For 
starters, I enjoyed everything we did last week and would love to spin 
out variations forever. Golden and Brown showers are a definite turn 
on. I like most water sports I've heard of except for enemas which 
always seemed really tedious to me. 

"I also like incest fantasies of all sorts - probably from reading too 
much Victorian porn on the sly when I was growing up. On the other 
hand, heavy S-M doesn't do much for me and I can't get into extreme 
pain - either inflicting it or receiving it. I always found the caning 
and whipping scenes in those books rather boring and most bondage 
strikes me as too much work. I'm not a knot freak. In fact, most overt 
cruelty is a turn-off for me, although I do rather enjoy being 
dominated. I suppose if forced to, I can be a dominator as well!" Jack 
laughed and Siobhan smiled wryly, and they both took another sip of 
port.

"Butlers, maids, governesses, teachers, depraved nuns, spanking naughty 
children - we're back to the Victorian erotica again. Let's see, what 
else? Fetishes. I like strong smells and soft textures, all parts of 
the body - especially the breasts and ass. And hair - I really love 
luxurious hair and hirsute women."

"And a good thing, too!" Siobhan chuckled. "I'm big on hair myself. It 
makes things more animalistic somehow. What about leather and rubber?"

"Good question - I've never really done much with them. Reading about 
them or seeing them in a video have never rung my bells, though I 
suppose their smell and texture are half the thrill. Oh, and while I 
may be into shit and piss - I'm not into infantilism. I would refuse to 
walk around in diapers or suck a bottle! Breasts, yes! Bottles, no! One 
has to draw the line somewhere!

"And I'm not into transvestism, sex with men, body shaving, heavy 
piercing, full body tattoos or medieval torture chambers! At least not 
for me. I wouldn't rule out having a good time with a shaved and 
tattooed woman with nipple rings laid out on a rack. It would depend...

"So, have I left out anything?" Jack asked with a smirk.

"No... that was a thorough rundown, Jack. I can see where we're a good 
match, all things considered. My own tastes compliment yours probably 
80% of the time, and that other 20% is mostly a matter of degrees. I've 
got higher thresholds for pain and humiliation than you do, but I've 
also got a stronger drive to dominate others as well.

"Oh, there is one other thing you didn't mention. You see, I took a bit 
of a gamble in inviting you here tonight because I'm having my period. 
Things may get a little messy. Do you find that disgusting, Jack? Are 
you repelled by bloody cunts?" Siobhan was pressing her face right up 
against his and tugging on his tie.

"Not at all! I can't wait!" 

"Good! Because I'm incredibly horny when I've got my period and I think 
we should quit talking and get on with it!"

Without a further word, Siobhan took Jack by the hand and brought him 
down to a closed door at the end of the hall. She opened the door and 
led him into the room.

"Welcome to the Twilight Zone, Jack!"

* * *

The window drapes were drawn in the room and the only lighting was a 
strip of indirect lights running along the walls a few inches below the 
ceiling, giving the room an eerie ambiance. In the far corner of the 
room, across from where they stood, rested a large Victorian easy chair 
complete with doilies, discreetly covered legs, and a footstool. To 
it's left against the wall stood a large, darkly varnished wooden 
wardrobe. Next to that was a table covered with canisters and 
decorative boxes of all different shapes and sizes. And next to that 
was a hat and coat rack from which hung a variety of aprons, headware, 
and jackets, for both sexes. Jack noticed that the entire floor seemed 
to be covered in a thick rubber covering rather like a gymnastics mat. 
It had some kind of moisture repellent top coating to make it easier to 
mop up "messes" Jack guessed. No doubt about it, some serious money had 
gone into this room; it had not just been thrown together casually.

"Why don't you hang up your coat on the rack and remove your tie, Jack? 
It'll help cut dry-cleaning costs." Siobhan suggested offhandedly as 
she strolled languidly across the room and deposited her bountiful 
velvet-encased tush in the easy chair. 

Jack was glad to take off his sportcoat and tie and was about to loosen 
his shirt collar when Siobhan spoke.

"Very good, Jackson. May I suggest you keep your collar buttoned, 
however, in order to preserve some semblance of decorum?"

"Of course, madam. Pride in one's appearance is so rare nowadays!" Jack 
turned on his heels and walked over to where Siobhan sat fanning 
herself, her feet up on the stool. "Madam looks a little peaked 
tonight. Is there anything we can do?"

"Oh, Jackson I have the curse and my heavy menses always make me feel a 
bit anemic. I'm sure a touch of laudinum would work wonders but I used 
the last of it just the other week. Perhaps you can bring some fresh 
water from the pump." Siobhan gestured across the room toward a door 
opening into a bathroom. Atop a small table by the sink, Jack found a 
pitcher and a glass. He filled the pitcher with cold water from the tap 
and served his mistress a glassful.

"Ah, lovely! That feast has made me so thirsty! And now would you 
please remove my shoes and give me your famous foot massage? My feet 
feel so very very tired tonight."

"Certainly, Madam." Jack knelt by the footstool and picked up one of 
her petite feet. He patiently unthreaded the intricate shoelaces and 
removed the short kid boot. She wiggled her newly exposed toes at him, 
showing off her dark red painted toenails. He repeated his actions with 
her other boot,then he carefully kneaded her feet, while Siobhan sighed 
contentedly. Coyly she grasped her gown and pulled so that the bottom 
hem rode up her legs to mid-calf. 

"Madam is being quite risque!" Jack observed dryly. 

"Madam is feeling quite horny, Jackson! When it's her time of the month 
she always has trouble keeping her hands off the servants!" Siobhan 
exclaimed. "But Madam is also feeling extremely lazy. Perhaps you'd 
assist me in preparing for my toilet?"

"Very good, Madam!"

"Here, Jackson, I suggest you kneel between my legs." Siobhan kicked 
the footstool away, slid down even further in the chair and spread her 
legs in a brazen "v". Jack positioned himself on his knees between her 
feet. She slowly inched her gown up to her knees, then to mid-thigh, 
and finally gathered it up in front, all the way to her navel.

As Jack had suspected, she was panty-less, and as he knelt there 
awestruck, Siobhan flaunted her obscene cunt. She ran her little 
fingers through the mass of curly tendrils, grabbing a handful and 
tugging. She unveiled her unfurling clitoris and Jack marveled anew at 
its mutant beauty. Then her hands slid the remaining pubic curls away 
from her vaginal lips. Her outer labia rippled at her touch, a wrinkled 
gash of moist flesh. She inserted two fingertips between them and 
spread the fluted lips back. There was a white string hanging from her 
inner lips, and the strong fishy bouquet of menstrual blood.

"Oh dear! I'm afraid I stink like a fishmonger's wife! My sanitary 
device must be overdue for a change! Would you mind removing it for me? 
With your mouth, of course!"

Jack quickly brought his head down to her potent crotch. The stench was 
terrific and he was afraid he might piss himself out of sheer olfactory 
overload. He stuck his nose right up against her cunt lips as he tried 
to lick the tampon string out of her fleshy folds and into his mouth. 
He held his breath and licked frantically, and finally succeeded in 
grasping the string between his teeth.

Jack tugged his head back slowly and the bloody tampon appeared in her 
vaginal mouth. He yanked more forcefully and the engorged device exited 
with a pop, whacking him on the face and then hanging foolishly from 
his pursed lips. Jack knelt there as if in a trance, as Siobhan slowly 
massaged her nether lips, pulling them wide apart. Time seemed to 
almost stand still as a small dribble of piss escaped from her demure 
pee-hole. Then Siobhan bore down with her muscles and a geyser of piss 
spurted out catching Jack smack in the face. The elegant Victorian 
sighed lazily as she directed her flow all over Jack's head and chest, 
soaking him thoroughly. Then her piss subsided, dribbling back down to 
a few little squirts running down between her labia.

Siobhan looked down at Jack on the floor before her, and a sly grin 
came to her face, quickly suppressed.  

"Dear me, Jackson! If you could only see yourself! You are a sight! 
Please go clean up and dispose of that thing at once!"

Jack pinched the string away from his mouth and held the bloody tampon, 
now dripping urine as well, out at arm's length as he tried to walk in 
a reasonably dignified manner over to the bathroom. He dropped it in 
the lidded garbage pail beneath the sink and peeled off his wet 
clothing. Stripped to his underpants, he rinsed his mouth and and 
quickly washed his face and upper trunk with warm water from the tap. 
Man this was intense! But at least he wasn't jerking off! Score one for 
the gipper!

Water was still dripping off his nose as he returned to Siobhan, 
feeling sheepish.

"Why, Jackson! Was this exercise a strain? Oh dear! I don't want to 
overtax my best manservant. Good help is so hard to find! Here, walk me 
to my toilet and let me freshen up a bit. I think you need a moment's 
rest."

Jack accompanied his mistress to the bathroom door. She entered and 
shut the door behind her. Jack walked a little unsteadily back to the 
easy chair and plopped himself down. What's the matter Jack? he asked 
himself. For the first time since he and Siobhan had become friends he 
was feeling a slight hesitation.

It's not like anything had really changed that he could tell. Siobhan 
was still one in a million - a filthy-minded knockout whose kinks so 
closely matched his own that it almost defied belief. The scene with 
the tampon had been a bit over the top, but he had asked for it. And 
menstrual blood was hardly a big taboo for him anyway. His ex-wife may 
not have been one for watersports or other games, but even her hormones 
had kicked in during her period and they had fucked themselves bloody 
more than once. And Lord knows, he had certainly fantasized plenty 
about being bathed in fountains of pee spurting forth from the hairy 
pussies of elegant women. In agreeing to play with Siobhan he had 
certainly asked for it, hadn't he?

Jack's dis-ease was extremely subtle and elusive and he decided to put 
it out of his mind for now. This was no time to chicken out, the stakes 
were too high. Siobhan was helping him make his jerk-off fantasies 
real! He owed her a good time this evening, at the very least!

The door to the bathroom opened and Siobhan emerged looking much 
refreshed. She had traded in the velvet gown for a simple shift and 
scrubbed off some of her makeup. She looked more wholesome although the 
jiggling titflesh hanging low under her shift gave her a wanton edge, 
sort of like June Cleaver on Spanish Fly.

"Oh, Jackie!" She called to him gently. "Come here Jackie and give 
Mommie a big hug!"

"Hi Mommie!" Jack grinned back, his spirits rising along with his cock. 
He went over to her and dropped to his knees so that his head was just 
high enough to tuck into the crevice between her bountiful breasts. He 
nestled his face against her tits, nuzzling the pebbly areola and 
gumming her nipples. His arms were wrapped around her hips, and his 
palms gripped her mighty bottom cheeks and squeezed.

"Well! That certainly is a big welcome!"

"I've missed you, Mommie!"

"And I've missed you too, Jackie. I'll bet you want to nurse."

"Uh huh! I love your titties, Mommie. I really do!"

Siobhan led Jack over to a waiting futon in another corner of the room, 
and placing a few pillows against the wall she sat down cross-legged. 
She unbuttoned the front of her shift to the navel and pulled out one 
of her giant brown-nippled baby-feeders. Jack scrambled onto the futon, 
placed his head in her lap and gave suck. 

His need was urgent and as he suctioned deeply against her flesh he 
calmed and his anxieties fled. Jack felt the glow and security of a 
child safe in its mother's arms. He wished he could stay like this 
forever. 

Siobhan sighed as he sucked, little moans escaping now and then as the 
stimulation of the nerves in her tit made her cunt contract. The smell 
of an excited cunt began to penetrate into Jack's consciousness. 
Siobhan brought out her other breast and fed it to him. Jack chewed 
gently on her nipple, making her gasp with pleasure-pain. She reached 
over and sought his cock, grasping the hardened member tightly through 
the fabric of his underpants. She squeezed and jacked his organ a few 
moments and then stopped.

"Jackie? Give Mommie's tits a rest for just a moment. Mommie has a 
confession to make and she want's your help. Alright?"

Jack sat up slowly, forced out of his reverie, but attentive to her 
request. 

"Jackie, you're getting to be a big boy now and I think I can let you 
in on a little secret. Can you keep a secret?"

"Sure, Mommie. I keep secrets real well!"

"Good. Now you know that ever since Daddy went away Mommie's been 
without a man. You've been my little man and I've watched you grow as 
I've nursed you and fed you. Your little penis has grown into a big 
man's cock, and you've got a big strong man's body to go with it! 

"Jackie, your Mommie's a weak woman. I try to deny it but I've got 
urgent needs. I need sexual release and I need to have certain things 
done to me to give me that release. Do you understand?"

"I think so, Mommie. I feel funny sometimes too."

"Yes, Jackie, I'm sure you do! I hope you won't be embarrassed if I 
admit that more than once I've caught myself dreaming of you and me in 
bed together . . . engaged in carnal congress! I've dreamt of your cock 
inside me as you bite my titties. Oh the shame of it all!"

Siobhan was really building this up, fleshing out this fantasy to new 
emotional depths. Jack was very turned on, wondering just where it 
would go.

"But Mommie, that sounds like fun! Why can't we just go ahead and do 
it? You asked if I could keep a secret! I wouldn't tell anyone!"

"No, Jackie! It just wouldn't be right! If your cock enters Mommie's 
pussy it would be incest! And that would be a mortal sin! I'm a weak 
woman, but I'm not that weak!"

Jack was puzzled. He looked at Siobhan quizzically.

"But, I have toys! Toys you can play with and use on me to help Mommie 
get her release! That's okay, because that's not incest - it's just 
playing with Mommie's toys!

"If I let you play toys with me, will you keep it a secret, Jackie? Our 
own little secret?"

"Sure thing, Mommie! I like toys!"

"Good! Now I'll go get my toys while you take off your underpants. I 
think this will be most fun if Mommie and her big little man are 
totally naked. That will make it more exciting, won't it?"

"You bet, Mommie! Gee you're the best Mommie a guy could ever hope 
for!"

"Why thank you, Jackie!" Siobhan got up and walked over to the tabletop 
full of boxes and canisters. She came back with a big round tin labeled 
"Toys". Jack was seated naked on the futon, a look of wonder on his 
face. Siobhan removed her shift over her head and sat down facing him. 
Jack noticed that there was another tampon string dangling from her 
pussy. 

"Okay, let's see what Mommie has." Siobhan took the lid off the tin and 
pulled out a large pink rubber dildo. "This is for Mommie's naughty 
pussy, Jackie!"

Next she extracted a smaller wedge-shaped buttplug. "And this is for 
her naughty poop hole!" She rummaged around in the bottom of the tin 
and brought out a pair of vise-like nipple clips connected together by 
a two foot-long expanse of fine stainless steel chain. "And this is for 
Mommie's very naughty nipples, Jackie!"

"Now to play with these toys right, Mommie has to get very excited. 
Come here and give Mommie a big kiss and we'll begin!"

Jack reached over and put his arm around Siobhan's shoulder and kissed 
her passionately on the mouth. Her lips parted and their tongues played 
tag. He licked her little teeth and sucked the tip of her tongue into 
his mouth. It seemed to suddenly get hotter in the room and as the deep 
kiss ended Jack suddenly realized it was their first kiss! Siobhan must 
be one of those girls who never kiss on their first date, he thought 
wryly.

Siobhan's cheeks were flushed and she put a hand to her chest, as if to 
still a fluttering heart.

"Jackie, that was a very nice kiss! Now Mommie is going to lie back and 
let you kiss her titties some more."

"Oh boy," exclaimed Jack.

Jack applied himself to her breasts anew, licking, sucking, biting, and 
pinching them. Her nursing of him had been for his comfort. This time 
he played with her tits as if they were the key to making her come. And 
so they were, for Siobhan had exquisitely sensitive nerves all 
throughout her lovely titflesh. By modulating the intensity of his 
manipulations, Jack brought her to a point where he knew that a few 
seconds more of titplay would kick her over the edge. He stopped 
suddenly and kissed her instead. Her mouth strained against his, her 
tongue attacking his in a frenzy. Again he withdrew.

"Jackie's making Mommie very, very excited!" Siobhan said in a frantic 
voice on the verge of cracking. "Why don't you try the toys, Jackie?" 
Siobhan reached down and hurriedly yanked the tampon out of her pussy 
and flung it across the room.

"Okay, Mommie! Here come's the dive bomber!"

Jack piloted the pink cock-shaped dildo through the air, crash-landing 
it at the mouth of her cunt. She was sopping wet from the heavy titplay 
and it only took a few dips and twists of the large rubber choad for it 
to burrow it's way in to the hilt. 

"Oh, God!" Siobhan grunted. She pushed back against it and ground her 
hips into the futon. The dildo was firmly lodged for the moment. Jack 
turned to the buttplug and brought it to his mouth. He sucked on it 
briefly, covering it thoroughly with his saliva. Then he turned again 
to her hairy love holes and paused a moment.

"I think we have to remove Mr. Bomber for Mr. Mole to dig his hole, 
Mommie." He rotated the dildo in her pussy a few times to keep her 
keyed up and then drew it out. It's pink flesh was now covered with a 
rosy mix of blood and love juice. He took the spit-covered butt-plug 
and tentatively probed her bottom. Siobhan folded her legs at the knees 
and pulled them back to her chest. Jack found her puckered anus and 
played the slippery butt-plug around on her nether hole a few times 
until it relaxed. Then he suddenly crammed the slimy little plug into 
place.

"Whowwf!" Siobhan exhaled. Almost immediately he took the dildo, with 
its reddened lather, and rammed it back up her pussy. Siobhan squealed. 
He slowly worked the dildo in and out and around for several minutes, 
building her back up to the edge of orgasm. 

"Jackie, Jackie! Please! Mommie's titties need to be clamped! Hurry!" 
Siobhan demanded desperately.

Jack took a nipple clip in one hand and puckered up as much areola and 
nipple as he could between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand. 
He worked the vise down over this peak of nerve clusters and tightened 
the little screw. 

"Yesss!" Siobhan hissed. Then he did the same with her other beauty, 
getting it good and tight. "That's ittt!" Siobhan whispered.

"And now, Jackie. I want to ask one big last favor! As you play with 
your toys, can you squat over me and poop when I tell you?"

Jack's mind reeled. Egad, this woman was determined to up the ante at 
every turn! However, it was worth a try. After all, her turds in his 
hands had been his most touching reward the week before.

"I'll try Mommie, I'll try!"

Jack got up and clambered over her in a roughly 69 position. Balancing 
his weight on his knees and one hand, he reached down between their 
stomachs and grabbed the chain dangling from the nipple clamps and 
tugged it towards her hairy crotch. Siobhan hissed in torturous 
pleasure. He pulled the chain down and around her outsized clitoris 
which had received scant attention during all this play. He wrapped the 
loose play in the chain around the clit in several staggered loops 
until the two chain branches leading to her captured breasts were taut. 
Siobhan's clit twitched and yanked the clips! 

He then returned his attention to the dildo, twisting it slowly in her 
pussy. He lowered his ass down close to Siobhan's face and spoke to her 
over his shoulder.

"Mommie? Can you kiss Jackie's poo-hole to make it better? I think it 
needs a little help to do its job!" He lowered his anus onto her mouth 
and she kissed it warmly. She snaked out her tongue and wiggled it into 
his ass, then out, then in. She breathed her hot breath on it and 
licked around it in little circles. Jack felt his bowels shift and he 
could sense a heavy load on it's way. 

"Mommie, I'm ready when you are!" He rose slightly and squatted over 
her chest, flicking the chain entangled clit with his left middle 
finger, and thrusting the dildo around wildly in her odorific cunt with 
his right hand. 

Siobhan started keening, uttering little ecstatic mantras of 
obscenities to herself. She grasped her tits by the handful beneath her 
vise-gripped nips and squeezed, making them bulge against the devices.  
This caused the nipple clamps to yank the chain gripping her girl-dick. 
The edge was nearly there. 

Suddenly Siobhan's mantras stopped and she shouted,

"Shit on Mommie! Shit on Mommie!"

Jack shifted his weight slightly, loosened his bowels and let out a 
mighty fart. The stench was offensive, even to him. And then his shit 
started pouring out, great brown ropes of it. It dropped heavily onto 
Siobhan's belly in a steaming pile. At the same moment he reached down 
and yanked the buttplug from her anus. 

Siobhan sobbed, "Oh fuckkk!" and came in the biggest orgasm of her 
life. Her cunt muscles spasmed around the dildo, sucking it in as far 
as it would go, and then spasmed again, sending it shooting out of her 
pussy and onto the futon. A geyser of clear ejaculate shot out of her 
pee-hole, drenching the futon between her legs. She let go of her tits 
and they flopped back down on her rib cage, trapping Jack's dung 
beneath their weight. The sight and smell of this excess was just too 
much for Jack and his cock erupted, sending streams of come all over 
Siobhan and the futon.

***

The following morning Jack felt rather like something the dog had 
dragged home. He and Siobhan shared some coffee and bagels for brunch 
together and then he repaired to his own abode to nurse his physical 
and moral hangover.

Despite his best intentions, the annoying feeling of dis-ease had 
returned and with it his misgivings about what was going on. By late 
afternoon his head had stopped throbbing and he had resolved - at a 
minimum - to give up on mixing wine and port with their games. There 
was plenty more, however, that he wished to resolve and the only 
solution he could see was to talk it out with Siobhan. She was the one 
with the degree in Human Sexuality, and she was the one who had drawn 
him into her vortex. By God, she was going to have to be the one to 
help him square away the new guilts and recriminations that were 
plaguing him. 

About five in the afternoon he called her, getting her answering 
service. He left an urgent message for her to return his call and lay 
down on his bed to nap. A couple of hours later he was awakened from 
his sleep by her call-back. She agreed to meet him at a local 
coffeehouse at eight so that they could talk things out. 

***

"Siobhan, I'm confused." Jack started a bit lamely once they were 
seated at a small table over in a corner of the large coffeehouse. 

"So I gathered," Siobhan replied with a trace of impatience in her 
voice. Then she smiled and added, "but, then, you were confused to 
begin with, so at least we're on familiar ground. What exactly are you 
confused about, Jack?"

"Perhaps confused is the wrong word. Some things seem crystal clear: I 
like you a lot; I find you incredibly attractive; and we've had some 
mind-blowing nights together!"

"Okayyy... So what's the matter, then?"

"I guess it's just that our mind-blowing nights have done just that: 
they've left my mind blown! I used to feel bad about thinking about 
this stuff all the time, but now that we're actually doing it, I'm 
beginning to feel bad about doing it as well. Maybe it's just that it's 
hard to break all those taboos so quickly without having some second 
thoughts come up."

"Go on..."

"For instance, I've really been turned on by our playing all these 
characters - Jackie & Mommie, and Jackson and so on - but I feel like 
I'm beginning to lose track of who I really am! We'll get real deep 
into one of these scenes and suddenly I'll think: 'what am I? Five or 
thirty? A painter or a butler? Am I a basically okay guy with a few 
quirks or am I a bizarre infantile pervert on the brink of 
psychosis?!!' Capice?"

"Yes, I know what you mean. I guess I sometimes forget that I came to 
grips with all this quite awhile back, so it seems entirely natural to 
me now to jump back and forth between personae and so-called reality." 
Siobhan leaned over the table and mashed a stray cookie crumb beneath 
her forefinger. "Let me fill you in on how I ended up balancing my 
daytime and night-time "me's", so to speak..."

"Please do!"

"Alright. Did you ever read any James Hillman? We had a class on his 
theories in grad school. Basically he contended that there is no single 
real ego that one can identify as "me". Instead, he saw the personality 
as made up of a whole bunch of different sub-personalities each of 
which was largely the expression of an archetype. You're familiar with 
archetypes, right?"

"Yeah. Jung and the Collective Unconscious, and all that..."

"Right. So, I decided to try an experiment and take Hillman at his 
word. I decided that the familiar Siobhan Hayden "me" was a fiction 
that was masking my actual complex personality. Over a period of 
several weeks I tried to lay all my cards on the table with myself; I 
tried to list and examine all my differing impulses, tastes, 
predilections, and phobias and see what I ended up with! In the end I 
came up with about a dozen recognizable "me's," each of whom were part 
of the picture, but none of whom was worthy of hogging the whole show. 

"It took some getting used to, but I ended up with this really loose 
definition of myself that allowed for the Siobhan who wants to be in 
control, as well as the Siobhan who likes to give up control. I just 
figured that sometimes I liked to act out my maternal side and other 
times my child-like side. See?

"In other words, I came to the conclusion that each "me" had its proper 
time and place and I would be way ahead of the game if I paid more 
attention to that and less attention to trying to force myself to 
buckle under to somebody else's image of who I should be all the time."

Jack was impressed. If nothing else, Siobhan was a complex and 
sophisticated woman - or was that women? - and she hadn't arrived at 
her present state through sheer chance or folly. It might be argued 
that she was just one brick shy of a full-blown Multiple Personality 
Disorder, but somehow she seemed to make it work. 

"Siobhan, you do seem on top of things. But while you were describing 
all this, I just had a realization."

"You did? Well what was it?" 

"I realized that the way we set things up to begin with was with you 
defining the characters and scenes. That's great for giving your 
different "you's" free rein, but I just flashed that the "me's" I've 
been playing out have been almost entirely defined by you!"

"Touche! Since one of your main fantasies was obviously being 
dominated, I decided we could cover more ground quickly - and get both 
of us off - if I ran the show that first night. And you did need some 
directing in order to get into the swing of things. So it just seemed 
the natural thing to do last night, too.

"But maybe the next time we get together you should call the shots. Are 
you up for that? Do you think that'll help make things more balanced?" 
Siobhan put her hand on his and squeezed. "I'm game if you are!"

"Okay, that sounds like a good idea. We'll do that."

They sat there for a moment looking at each other quietly. Then Jack 
spoke.

"Siobhan, there is one other thing that I haven't quite put together. 
Excuse me for asking but how are you able to afford to live in such a 
classy apartment? I don't mean to pry, but if we are going to continue 
as friends it seems like a fair question."

Siobhan frowned to herself, as if she were weighing her options. Then 
her face cleared, and she sighed. 

"It is a fair question I suppose... If it seems like things are a bit 
out of balance, I should probably come clean so that we're playing on a 
level playing field, at least.

"I guess I must like you a lot, Jack, because when this question came 
up in the past with other playmates I usually fibbed. But you seem to 
deserve the truth. If you don't like what you hear - well, it's been 
nice knowing you!"

"Oh c'mon, Siobhan. What's the big deal? Are you dealing cocaine or 
something?"

"No, thank God for small favors. Here's the situation: I have one long-
time playmate, an extremely rich and generous old guy, who I've done 
scenes with for several years. 

"You see, I originally started out as a sex therapist when I graduated 
from university back east and I guess word got around in fairly high-
powered circles that I was willing to help clients come to terms with 
their sexual anxieties by running little psychodramas. It was all on 
the up and up - no actual sex, which would have been illegal anyway - 
but in therapeutic circles it was pretty strong stuff. 

"So through a referral from another client, this rich old guy called up 
and I began to counsel him. Over the course of several weeks it became 
clear that he wanted to not only have me advise him but satisfy his 
sexual needs as well. It was out of the question of course, but he 
ended up offering me so much money that I literally could not refuse. I 
started making more income from this one old fellow than from all my 
other clients combined! 

"Unfortunately his wife of 40 some years got wind of our arrangement 
and exerted some pressure of her own which managed to get me 
blackballed in therapeutic circles. My 'regular' clientele dried up and 
I was left with just my rich benefactor. Ironically his wife was unable 
to get him to drop me after all this. But he did suggest a change of 
venue in order to get her off his back. So he set me up out here on the 
West Coast where he comes to visit "on business" for two or three days 
every month like clockwork. 

"So, you see Jack, one of my "me's" is a blacklisted therapist and a 
kept woman! She just happens to be the Siobhan that keeps all the other 
Siobhans fed with a roof over their heads. 

"My Rubber Daddy, as I call him, is a sweet old guy - at least with me 
- and he doesn't really care who I see on the side as long as I'm on 
call for him and can devote total attention to him when he's in town. 
The rest of the time I'm free to do as I like as long as I steer clear 
of diseases and keep his name out of the papers. 

"I've always had a playmate or two of my own on the side and I'm 
beginning to inch back into professional work out here, so life is 
pretty good. At least I like it. Are you horrified?"

"Siobhan, it sounds pretty cushy to me. Given the same opportunity I'd 
probably have done the same thing. It doesn't really phase me that 
much. Hell, I figured that I wasn't the only man in your life. It 
sounds like I'm in pretty select company anyway!" Jack chuckled. "Your 
Rubber Daddy, eh?"

"Yes, if you think you're perverse, think again. He's got rarified 
tastes of an extreme nature that make our little games seem like grade 
school. He doesn't like for me to tell anyone else about his tastes, 
though, so I better shut up."

"Okay, I can respect that. I'd just as soon you kept ours private, too, 
for that matter."

"Of course. Not a pee . . . er, peep to anyone! Well, Jack, let's call 
it a night. I'm still getting over last night and I need my beauty 
sleep. We can check in with each other in another couple of days, 
alright?"

Leaving the coffeehouse, Siobhan hailed a passing taxi and they parted 
with a good night hug. For better or for worse, Jack's hard to define 
misgivings were nowhere to be seen.





pt.3

   

Jack returned to the paints with renewed vigor. One of the things he 
liked most about being a painter was the freedom to set your own hours 
and dive into your work when the creative juices were flowing. He 
worked good long days on Sunday and Monday and Tuesday came up for air. 
Late Tuesday morning he gave Siobhan's voice-mail a call and suggested 
a rendezvouz for that evening at his loft. When she called back to 
agree, he asked if she had certain items in her extensive wardrobe and 
if so, could she bring them? 

Then Jack set about preparing for the night to come. He already had a 
long roll of industrial plastic which he used for drop cloths in 
painting. He cut off a fresh bed-sized sheet and re-made his bed with 
the plastic and several towels layered for protection between the 
mattress and the bedclothes. He paused for a sizable lunch with plenty 
of bulk and roughage topped off with a bottle of diet soda. An 
afternoon expedition to a nearby liquor store netted a bottle of good 
champagne and plenty of bottled waters and sodas.

Jack's approach to creating scenarios was considerably less spontaneous 
than Siobhan's. By the time she arrived that night, he had mapped out 
several tantalizing sequences in his imagination and he communicated 
the rough outlines of these dramas to Siobhan so that she would know 
which way he desired things to go. Despite these being characters and 
scenes of Jack's own devising, they still required that Siobhan move 
the action along - often in a starring role - so he carefully outlined 
the roles she was to play. 

***

Jack sat on the couch reading the paper in a desultory fashion as 
Siobhan first came into view. She was dressed in the fetching uniform 
of a French maid, complete with short black skirt, fishnet stockings, a 
white apron, and a plunging neckline which left little to the 
imagination. Atop her head, a frilly white maid's cap was pinned to her 
lush brown hair. She carried a feather duster and had a determined look 
about her as if she were going to do some serious cleaning. Jack's 
commanding voice brought her up short.

"There you are, Simone! I say, would you mind breaking out some bubbly 
and bringing me a glass? I'm sure it will be just the thing to relax me 
after a hard day signing checks!"

"Certainly, sir!" Siobhan said obediently, deftly rotating on her high 
heels and clicking off towards the kitchen. Moments later she returned 
bearing a chilled bottle of champagne brut and a tall champagne glass.

She skillfully uncorked the bottle, avoiding flying corks, and filled 
the glass. Walking over to Jack, she bent forward and handed him the 
glass of pale yellow bubbling liquid with a flourish, giving him a 
clear view of her soft breasts nearly falling out of her top.

"Thank you, Simone! Would you care to join me in a glass?"

"Oh no sir! I don't think I should! It wouldn't be proper, it 
wouldn't!" 

"Oh, nonsense! Go get a glass or I'll give you a spanking for 
insubordination!"

"But sir! I'd just as soon not. With all due respect, I prefer to keep 
my wits about me at all times!" Siobhan held her ground firmly, 
resisting his suggestion.

"What? You dare turn down my generosity? This just won't do, Simone! 
Not at all! Come here at once!" Jack chugged the rest of his champagne 
in one gulp, feeling quite self-assured.

A look of chagrin crossed Siobhan's face and she held her head down as 
she walked over to stand in front of Jack. 

"We've been through this before, as you'll recall. Failure to follow 
orders is inexcusable! I have no choice but to spank you until you see 
reason! Come now! Bend over my knees!" Jack sat up, brought his knees 
together, and pointed at them.

"But sir!" Siobhan pleaded, wringing her hands uneasily. "You know I 
can't stand pain! It...it makes me lose control! And that only makes 
things worse!"

"I can't help that, Simone!" Jack said firmly. "You must learn to 
maintain control just like you must learn to obey! Now lie across my 
knees this instant!"

"But..."

"Butt is right! Do it!"

Siobhan sighed resignedly and stepped over beside his legs. She  slowly 
draped herself across his knees, her short skirt riding up her grand 
buttocks. Her left elbow and forearm rested on the couch and she hid 
her face in her hands and let her long hair fall down about her head, 
masking it from view.

"Now, Simone, if this spanking is to register properly, I think we must 
pull down your panties." Jack rubbed his right palm around on her upper 
thighs slowly, before lifting her skirt up to her waist. The vixen 
wasn't wearing any panties!

"Really, Simone! This is extraordinary! You presume to trot around 
dusting and keeping house without proper undergarments? You are due an 
even harsher spanking for such brazen behavior! Don't you agree?" Jack 
was pinching Siobhan's buttocks briskly, making the blood rush to the 
surface in little red spots.

"Yes, sir." Siobhan sobbed. "I've no excuse. I do like the feel of the 
air on my privates, but it isn't proper! I try hard to do right but 
deep down I'm just a trollop!"

"I dare say you are! But we'll make a proper maid of you yet!"

SMACK!

Jack slapped his palm against her protruding ass.

"Ouch!" Siobhan started.

"Quiet!"

SMACK!

This time Siobhan kept her mouth shut, letting only a small peep 
escape. Jack rested his palm on her reddened butt, feeling the warmth 
his spanking was creating.

SMACK!

A muffled moan came from Siobhan as she pressed her mouth against her 
fist. Jack ran his hand over her enflamed buttocks in small circles, 
caressing the flesh, soothing it, only to strike again.

SMACK!

Siobhan squirmed. The scent of an aroused pussy rose from between her 
legs, intoxicating Jack further. He dragged his fingers across her 
cheeks, tickling and teasing her tenderness.

SMACK!

"Please sir! No more! That's enough! I don't think I can stand much 
further! The pain . . .!"

"Pain? This is kid's stuff, my dear! You should be grateful! Why, I've 
got a mind to get my switch!" 

SMACK!   

Siobhan ground her pussy into his thighs, squirming like a stuck pig. 

"Oh no! oh no!" she squeeled. "I'm losing controlll....!"

Siobhan flailed her legs wildly and rubbed her cunt up against Jack's 
swelling crotch. Then suddenly her flailing stopped as she pressed 
urgently against Jack and moaned. Her legs parted slightly and Jack 
heard the hiss of spurting pee. Siobhan was pissing wantonly all over 
his pants. 

He felt the warm wetness soak through and reach his now rigid cock. He 
thrust his hand between her parted thighs and cupped her pussy, letting 
her acrid pee flow over his hand and through his fingers. He tickled a 
wet finger along her labia which opened to his touch, dripping a 
mixture of slippery sex juice and piss. His finger sluiced easily 
inside, and he worked it around as she groaned huskily.

"Please sir! Fill me!" Siobhan squirmed off his lap and pushed herself 
forward on the couch, waving her raised ass at him. Her flow had 
stopped but her tangle of curly pubes was still full of pee. "Help me, 
please! Your hand! Stick it in me! I can take it!"

Sweat broke out on Jack's brow. The mingled odor of a pussy in heat and 
salty pee everywhere assaulted his nose. I'd better take this slowly, 
he said to himself. This may be tricky.

Past women in Jack's life had often complimented him on his soft 
artist's hands. He had sometimes felt self-conscious that he didn't 
have the callouses and dirt under his nails that one might find with 
men in tougher jobs. On the other hand, gentle hands did have their 
uses, he mused.

With his left hand he stroked Siobhan's back, kneading her muscles 
tenderly. Meanwhile he carefully wedged two fingers of his right hand 
into her sopping cunt, wiggling his fingers around, exploring the 
interior of her vagina. Siobhan pushed back urgently and moaned. He 
worked his fingers in and out, greasing her into a vibrating state of 
expectation. Then withdrawing, he reinserted three fingers and 
increased the tension. 

Siobhan was breathing heavily and whispering to herself in short little 
exclamations that Jack couldn't quite make out. Her cunt sucked at his 
digits as he moved them slowly around. She was so juicy now that he was 
sure he wouldn't need any extra lubrication for further explorations.

Again he withdrew his hand and brought four fingers together into a 
tight pointed wedge. He rubbed his fingers up and down between her 
pussy lips, tickling her sensitive parts and wetting his digits 
thoroughly. Then with excrutiating slowness he worked his hand inch by 
inch into her cunt. Siobhan alternated between squeezing against his 
hand tightly and relaxing to let it in. 

Jack's thumb stood out by her perinium and as he moved his fingers 
around in her pussy he pushed the thumb against her puckered asshole. 
Her anal opening was nearly as juicy as her vagina and with a quick 
push his thumb plugged up her nether hole. Jack felt like his hand was 
in a living mitten as he forked it around, pinching the thin membrane 
of flesh between her pussy and anal passage. 

"Ohhhh, baby!" Siobhan was flying, dancing with his hand and plying her 
fingers around and around on her engorged clit. "Fist me! Please! I 
want you all in there!"

"Here goes!" Jack muttered gamely. He slid his hand out and sucked his 
thumb briefly, cleaning it for its final destination. Then he pressed 
his thumb down tightly against his other fingers, shaping his hand into 
as compact a wedge as he could. He pushed against her pussy opening. 
The tips of his fingers went in slickly and then stopped. This was 
never going to work, he thought. She's got a tight little cunt, bless 
her. How can she take a whole hand?

Siobhan, however, had her ways. She let up on her clit play and 
relaxed. Jack felt her cunt open and his five digits sank in up to the 
knuckles. Somewhat gingerly he twisted his full fingers around inside 
her, feeling the walls of her uterus yield.

"Unnhhh." Siobhan was grunting as if she were about to take the biggest 
dump of her life. Her cunt pulsed against his hand and Jack tried to 
pull his fingers together into an even tighter unit. He withdrew half 
an inch, gave a slight twist and pushed again just as Siobhan sucked in 
her breath and wantonly pushed back. Suddenly his whole hand slipped in 
past the tight ring of cuntal muscles and he was in her! Siobhan let 
out a scream of pleasure, pain, and victory and nearly crushed the 
delicate bones in his hand with a spasm of vaginal strength.

Jack felt like his hand had become an intimate limb attached to her 
body. The slightest movement of his trapped fingers seemed to stir up 
waves of energy inside her over which he had no control. Siobhan rode 
his hand wildly, urging him to meet her thrusts and fuck her for all 
she was worth. There was a palpable electric current coursing from his 
fist up into her inner body and Jack wondered if his arm and her 
privates were going to melt down in a rush of kundalini fire. 

Notions of maid and master were long since forgotten as the pair meshed 
their attention together. Both of them were sweating heavily and the 
athletic stink of perspiration mixed with the acrid odor of piss and 
the musky smell of sex was thick in the air. The funky stench only 
added to their wild abandon. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Siobhan uttered her orgasmic mantra over and 
over as the tension built to an almost unbearable level. Jack's hand 
felt like it was in the grip of the most excruciating and grinding 
handshake he had ever felt. For a moment he scolded himself for doing 
this with his right hand - his painting hand! - and wondered if he'd 
make it through without being crippled for life. He clenched his hand, 
as if to fight back, and at that moment Siobhan came in the climax of 
her life. Her pussy walls gripped his hand, she scissored her thighs 
together and squirted a clear stream of ejaculate all over the couch 
beneath her. 

"Oh mama!" Jack shouted and he succumbed to a wave of warmth and 
release as he spurted come all over the inside of his pants.    

* * *

The spent pair collapsed together in a pile on the couch and sank into 
sweet oblivion for ages. Once Siobhan was fully relaxed Jack was able 
to withdraw his hand and he found it still intact. He reached over to 
the forgotten bottle of champagne and refilled his glass. He handed it 
to the languid figure beside him.

"So, Simone. Will you have a little bubbly, now?"

"Yes sir. I'm parched."

Siobhan downed the glass in several hearty swallows and fell back in a 
satisfied swoon. Eventually, she rose dreamily from the couch and went 
off to the bathroom to clean up. 

By the time she returned, Jack was ready to wash up and start anew. 
Siobhan blew him a kiss as she walked over towards the bedroom to 
prepare for their next scene. 

Jack hiked over to the bathroom sink and brushed his teeth vigorously. 
He shed his battered slacks and shirt for a pair of shorts and a t-
shirt. Then he crept back over in the dark to crouch behind the 
dresser. He poked his head around the side of the dresser and was 
rewarded with a delicious sight. Siobhan was wrappped in a green 
patterned dress that set off her voluptuous curves wonderfully. Her 
legs were set off by sheer seamed stockings and judging from the 
extreme cleavage she was showing, she was wearing a pushup bra as well. 

As Jack spied on her from his secret position, he saw her yawn and then 
slowly unbutton her dress in front of a full length mirror near the 
foot of the bed. She stepped out of the dress and carefully laid it on 
the bed. She wore a black slip which covered her undergarments and Jack 
held his breath as she quietly took this off as well. Siobhan's bra was 
made of black lace with wire undersupport. It's '50s-style design 
lifted her heavy breasts up and shaped them into pointed missles. Her 
stockings were held up by several black elastic garter straps attached 
to a black garter belt trimmed with lace. Her black panties had been 
pulled on over the garter straps so that they could be removed without 
disturbing the stockings. 

Looking deeply into the mirror, as if entranced with her own exotic 
beauty, Siobhan reached between her breasts and unclipped the small 
fastener between the cups. She shed the now useless brassiere and let 
her jiggly mounds of titflesh drop free. They hung low - nearly to her 
navel - but kept their shape amazingly well considering their size. 
Siobhan stood there contemplating her breasts in the mirror, soothing 
the marks where the bra had chaffed her skin. Then she started to trace 
a path around the edges of her large areolae with her finger tips, 
gently pinching at the brown flesh and making it wrinkle and pout. Her 
already prominent nipples grew hard and lengthened even more. Siobhan 
was just beginning to moan audibly and twist her nipples between her 
fingers when Jack suddenly sneezed. Shocked, she spun around and caught 
him spying on her wanton scene of self-manipulation. She tried to hide 
her naked breasts by covering them with her small hands. She did not 
succeed very well.

"A peeper! Come out here boy, at once!" 

"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher!" Jack said in a small, guilt-stricken voice.

"Why it's Johnny Newton, the neighbor's son! How long have you been 
spying on me, Johnny?"

"Gee, Mrs. Gallagher, not very long: just since you started 
undressing."

"Since I started - why, I've got a mind to report you to the police! 
They know what to do with peeping toms like you! What do you have to 
say for yourself, Johnny?"

"Please, Mrs. Gallagher, I won't do it again. Don't tell the cops or my 
parents. It's just that I've seen you so often in the neighborhood and 
at the corner store and stuff and I thought you were so beautiful. Then 
when I was walking by tonight, your shades were up and I saw you start 
to undress through the window and I couldn't tear my eyes away!" Jack 
kept his eyes downcast and squirmed and fidgeted. However his rampant 
erection threatening to bust through his shorts contrasted with his 
repentant manner.

"Why Johnny, I'm flattered that you find me attractive," Siobhan 
exclaimed, warming somewhat to her captured voyeur. "The size of my 
bust seems to scare most men away. Ever since Mr. Gallagher died 
unexpectedly of heart failure right in the middle of - well, of some 
marital duties, I've been unsuccessful in attracting another husband. 
Unfortunately, my dear, I'm afraid that you are far too young for the 
job." Siobhan peered more closely at Jack and spotted his shorts 
tenting out in front of him. "On the other hand, you do seem to be 
rather precocious in the Tool Department, so to speak! Come closer, 
Johnny!"

"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher!" Jack inched over to where Siobhan stood.  "I 
really like your breasts, Mrs. Gallagher! They don't scare me at all! 
They just make me feel all hot and stiff!"

"So I see, Johnny!" Siobhan removed her hands from her tits and placed 
them on her hips. Her nipples were still hardened and seemed to wink 
lewdly at him. "However, it is very naughty to spy on women when they 
are undressing, and you musn't think that I will just let you go 
without punishing you! You've been bad, don't you agree, Johnny?"

"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher. I didn't mean to be bad, but when I saw you I 
couldn't help myself!"

"And now here you are taunting me - Me! a virtuous widow! - with this . 
. . this erect . . . PRICK! There! I've said it! 

"I think we are going to have to take care of a few things around here 
immediately if you are to learn your lesson and be saved from a 
downward spiral of voyeurism, breast fetishism, and rampant priapism. I 
think an appropriate punishment would be for you to do my bidding for 
the rest of the evening, like a good boy! Then if you serve me well, I 
may let you go without blowing the whistle on your peepery!"

"Oh, I'll serve you very well, Mrs. Gallagher! Just give me a chance!" 

"Very well, Johnny! Now, I was just getting ready for a nice bubblebath 
when I was so rudely interrupted. I think it would be only fitting that 
you help me finish undressing and prepare my bath for me. Perhaps I 
should have you scrub me down as well. There are some hard to get to 
parts that would benefit from a boy's nimble touch."

Oh boy, Jack thought to himself, I'm in for it now!

Siobhan placed her right hand on Jack's head and pressed down. 

"Down on your knees, Johnny! And while you're down there, why don't you 
remove my panties for me? Yes, you can use your hands. Gently, gently, 
that's it!"

Jack pulled her panties away from her hairy crotch and slid them down 
her stockinged legs and over her high-heel clad feet. 

"Oh dear! Look at those filthy things, Johnny!" Siobhan said gesturing 
at the panties in his hands. Jack looked down and saw a large stain of 
pussy juice fresh from her creamy cunt. He sniffed it and nearly 
swooned. "I hope you like that pussy smell, Johnny, because I think you 
had better suck on those panties until they are clean! You made them 
dirty by surprising me and taunting me with your erection! Now you can 
dry clean them for me!"

Siobhan sat back on the bed and spread her legs wide. While Jack knelt 
there with her panties in his mouth, sucking madly and watching her 
every move, she fluffed her pubic hair, pulling the matted curls away 
from her large pink clit and prominent rippled labia. She stuck a 
finger between her pussy lips and stirred it around and then brought it 
to her own lips.

"Mmm. Not bad, if I do say so myself! How are those panties coming, 
Johnny?"

"Grrmmphh!" Jack said.

"What's that?" Siobhan leaned forward and yanked the panties from his 
mouth.

"Just fine, I was saying," Jack replied, a drip of drool falling from 
his lower lip onto his shorts.

"Yes, they do look much cleaner. Thank you." Siobhan tossed the panties 
over her head to the other side of the bed. Then she fell back on the 
bed, her mane of brown hair forming a cushion around her head.

"Oh dear. I seem to be overcome with a fit of lassitude. You'll have to 
remove my shoes and hose for me, Johnny. And please hurry up! I'm 
getting impatient for this bubble bath!"

"Yes, Mrs. Gallagher."

Painstakingly, Jack removed Siobhan's high heels, thrusting his nose 
deep into each of them in turn and taking a healthy whiff. Then he put 
them aside and started in on her stockings, carefully unfastening the 
garters and rolling the hose down her shapely legs. Lastly, he 
unfastened her garter belt and stood up straight by the side of the 
bed. The whole time he had been doing this Siobhan had been fondling 
her clitoris and uttering little sighs and whimpers. Jack was getting 
worked up just watching her.

"Gosh, Mrs. Gallagher! Can I help with that? It looks like you've got a 
little penis all your own!"

"It does, doesn't it? This is just my love button, Johnny. Every woman 
has one; it's just that mine is, well, more developed than most!"

"It sure looks like it would be fun to play with, Mrs. Gallagher!"

"I'm sure it would be. Perhaps if you remove your shorts and bring your 
own, er, little penis over here, you can rub yours against mine. We can 
see if that helps!"

"Wow, what a good idea!" Jack had his shorts off in a flash and 
clambered onto the bed between Siobhan's legs. His prick was dripping 
pre-cum and he caught a few strands with his finger and smeared the goo 
onto her stiff clit. Then he took the swollen head of his cock and 
rubbed it back and forth against her "little penis." The friction was 
sensational and both of them let out sighs at once. Siobhan arched her 
back and gripped her areolae roughly as Jack frigged her clit with his 
own dick. 

"Johnny, Please! Be a good boy and stuff your fingers into my pussy 
would you? Our pricks rubbing together feel so good that I need 
something inside me."

Jack worked two fingers into her tight cunt, flipping them around 
inside. Withdrawing slightly he added his thumb and pushed. Siobhan 
squeezed her pussy muscles around his fingers and he fought back, 
tapping her spongy g-spot with his middle finger. 

"Oh Johnny! Oh! That's it! Thatta boy! Oh, yes!" Siobhan was flopping 
around like a fish out of water. Then her whole body stiffened, her 
hungry cunt contracted, almost crushing his hand, and she came in a 
flood of her own juices. 

Jack left his fingers in for a little while and then gently withdrew 
them and brought them to his mouth. He licked her sweet cunt juice off 
his hand slowly, savoring the taste and odor. 

"Well, Johnny! That was very helpful of you. Now be a dear and go run 
my bath for me, would you? I'll be with you in a minute."

Jack looked longingly from his still stiff cock to the languid figure 
on the bed, sighed, and did as he was told. 

A few minutes later, Siobhan strolled over to his side by the tub, her 
hair slightly tossled and his bathrobe wrapped around her body. Jack 
shut off the water and she shed the bathrobe, stepping delicately into 
the steaming tub. Soon she was lying back in a cloud of soap bubbles, 
sighing with her eyes closed. 

After resting a good while with a blissful look on her face, Siobhan 
finally sat up and gestured to her bad boy-servant. "Johnny, please 
come here and help me clean these hard to get to places, would you? You 
may start by washing my back."

Jack took a washcloth and at first gently and then vigorously scrubbed 
her back, running his hand up and down the grove of her spine. 

"Ah, that's nice. Thank you. And now, would you mind cleaning my anus? 
I know this is an embarrassing thing to ask, Johnny, but it does get so 
dirty and I have such trouble keeping it clean."

Siobhan sat up on the side of the tub, her feet and legs in the water 
and her ample bottom overflowing the porcelin. Jack knelt by the tub 
and washed her buttocks.

"That feels good, Johnny. But I'm afraid you're not getting to the 
heart of the matter. Perhaps if you got in the tub with me, we could 
get this done better!" She got up and stood in the tub, while Jack shed 
his clothes and stepped in beside her.

"Okay. Now sit down, Johnny, and I'll bend over like so." Siobhan 
backed her dripping butt into his face and parked her troublesome 
asshole right on his nose. Her anus widened and bulged and she cut a 
powerful fart which almost hurt his lungs with its gassy pungency.

"Oh dear! See what I mean? I'm afraid it needs a very good cleaning! 
You had better use your tongue!"

Jack licked his lips and kissed her anus wetly. Her whole underside 
felt all spongey from the bathwater and he enjoyed the tickle of the 
wet hairs on his tongue and lips as he orally probed her anus. As 
before during their first night together, he discovered that her rectum 
was packed tight with shit. Feeling with his sensitive tongue, he 
realized that these were particularly hard turds this time. 

"How's it going down there, Johnny?" a female voice interrupted his 
reveries. 

"Wow, Mrs. Gallagher! I don't know if you were aware of this but your 
bottom is totally stuffed with turds! It's really cool!"

"I'm glad you like it, Johnny! I've been saving them up for someone 
special. I guess you're it! But I'd appreciate a little more tongue 
work before we finish off this cleanup job, okay?

"Sure thing, Mrs. Gallagher!" Jack went back to her wrinkled anus and 
tickled it with his tongue. He grabbed both of her cheeks with his 
hands and pulled them wide in order to make her asshole even more 
accessible. He plunged his tongue back in and snaked it up her rectum, 
wiggling it alongside the hardened turd lying in wait in her colon. 
Siobhan moaned, flexed her buttocks, and another nose-numbing fart 
escaped right into his mouth. Jack swallowed the gas and then froze in 
a panic as Siobhan grunted and an explosion of turds suddenly erupted 
from her anus. Jack's mouth was stuffed with the foul dung and as he 
reeled back from her ass, a second volley of chunks burst forth and 
dropped into the bath water around them. 

"Ghawaugghh!" Jack gagged and spat the compacted shit out of his mouth. 
For a second he thought he was going to vomit, but the feeling passed 
quickly and he made do with scooping some bath bubbles into his mouth 
and swishing them around. 

"Oops!" said Siobhan mischieviously. "I guess that's what happens to 
bad boys who peep at poor defenseless widows!"

 Siobhan stepped quickly out of the tub, leaving Jack still transfixed 
in some sort of altered state while her turds floated  around him in 
the bathwater. 

"Ewww. Gross! Well, Johnny, I'm going to bed. I'll leave it to you to 
clean up the tub. And really, you may want to rinse off again after all 
that!"

Siobhan quickly dried off, put on his bathrobe, and walked away, 
pulling the string on the overhead bathroom light as she left.

Jack lay back in the tub in the dark, feeling the floating turds bump 
against his chest and raised knees. He suddenly clenched his buttocks 
and then relaxed, expelling some gas in a funny-sounding series of 
bubbles that tickled as they rose to the water's surface. 

The intensity of the scene had thrown Jack back into reliving his 
earliest memory from his childhood. Lost in a half-dream state, he peed 
into the warm bathwater contentedly. Then he flexed his anal muscles 
and sighed as he added his own ample feces to the accumulation in the 
tub.

Baby Jack was maybe a year and a half old, sleeping by himself in his 
crib at night. It was dark in his room and he was nearly all alone - it 
was just him and his diapers. Baby Jack felt a pleasurable tension 
building inside him which came to a climax as he peed and pooped his 
diapers full. He rolled around in the crib, enjoying the feeling of 
warmth in his now heavy diapers. Flailing his hands and feet around, 
Baby Jack somehow managed to work his way out of his diapers. He moved 
his hands around in his poop, squeezing it through his little fingers 
and bringing his hands to his mouth. Baby Jack was hungry and the brown 
stuff tasted sweetish as he sucked on his fingers. This was his, all 
his! He had made it, he could play with it, eat it, smell it, smear it 
on his body. Baby Jack felt so happy playing by himself in his crib.

It was a rude shock, then, when his Mother looked in to see how he was 
doing, only to discover the incredibly gross scene of her Baby Jack 
revelling in his own shit. She screamed and scolded Baby Jack as she 
took away his precious poop and roughly washed him off. Baby Jack had 
been so happy and then suddenly his Mother had taken his happiness 
away, telling him he was naughty and should never do that ever again!

Baby Jack cried a long time that night, resenting Mother and the 
destruction of his idyllic state of satisfaction. In some preverbal 
fashion Baby Jack resolved to keep his poop for himself from now on, 
only letting go of it when forced to, when he couldn't hold it in 
anymore.

Jack shuddered as it all came back. His anger at his mother, his 
fascination with products of the body, his associations of pleasure 
with excrement. He had never really gotten over it he realized, and 
lying there steeped in the fragrant bath he would be hard put to say 
that he was over it now, either. 

The main difference between then and now, he thought to himself as he 
pulled the plug from the drain and rinsed himself off with a quick 
shower, was that at this late date he got to clean up the mess himself. 
And I'm not yelling at myself, he mused. At least I don't think I am.

When Jack got into bed in the darkened loft, Siobhan was waiting for 
him. She had changed into some flannel pajamas that she had brought 
along, and the combination of her body heat and the soft fuzzy fabric 
served as an invitation to cuddle. 

"Did you enjoy tonight, Jack?" Siobhan asked quietly as she took his 
hand which he had placed softly on her belly and entertwined her 
fingers with his. They lay together on their sides like a pair of 
spoons, with Jack hugging her from behind. "Do you still feel like 
something's wrong?"

"No, I feel like we're in the middle of a long voyage into uncharted 
waters! Every time we get together and play, I feel like another piece 
of the puzzle falls into place, but it's a very big puzzle and we've 
just put together one corner of the whole picture.

"After you left, I was lying in the tub and I suddenly relived this 
traumatic incident from when I was a baby. I was playing with my shit 
in my crib and my mother discovered me and flipped out. I could still 
feel her anger and my own chagrin at having my innocent fun destroyed! 
Pretty amazing, eh? Here I am 30 years later and it still stings!"

"Jack, that's a very important breakthrough!" Siobhan's husky voice 
rose slightly in the dim light. "Excuse me if I put on my sex therapist 
hat for a moment, but that memory coming up - and you looking it in the 
face and feeling it all over again - is a very good sign! You remember 
my toast to self-discovery last week? This is what these games are all 
about! Sure they're kinky and taboo and a turn on, but the excitement 
they produce is like a homing device. If we steer our way through all 
these things successfully, the end result isn't psychosis - if that's 
what you're afraid of. The end result is freedom from our past 
conditioning!

"Just you watch! I'll bet that other repressed memories start coming up 
if we stay on the right track, and ultimately you'll have a much better 
sense of what makes you tick. And once you have that, you'll be able to 
choose how you want to live rather than feel like you're being run by 
your compulsions." Siobhan moved their entertwined hands and cupped 
them around one of her breasts.

"Wait a minute, Siobhan," Jack protested. "If the end-result of all 
these fun and games is freedom from compulsion, why do you still feel 
the need to play them yourself? Why don't you just grow up and get over 
it?"

"Because, you idiot, like I said before, I choose to play. I know what 
turns me on and I know why and I also know that that's only part of the 
picture. I am an adult, you twerp, and we may yet make you into one as 
well! 

"When I play Mommie or Mistress or Maid, I'm temporarily putting on a 
role that has a certain pleasure for me - and for you, as we well know. 
I'm stepping into that alternate reality and then a while later I step 
out again. It's like visiting an old friend from time to time. On the 
other hand, if I were in the grips of a compulsion, I'd be 
unconsciously playing out those roles in my daily life, over and over, 
in self-destructive ways.

"Can you see the difference?"

Jack mulled it over. Siobhan's warm, flannel-clad body next to his 
seemed so down-to-earth, so wholesome, and her explanation seemed so 
reasonable, that he was in no mood to argue further. 

"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted slowly.

"Listen! I'll give you a concrete example. We're lying here under the 
covers, all close and comfy. Right?"

"Right..."

Siobhan moved their hands from her swelling breast and placed them in 
the warm fold of her pajama crotch. 

"Now, let's say I want to add a little spice into our cuddling. I know 
we both enjoy the feeling of warmth and wetness. So I decide to do 
this!"

Under the covers Jack could feel Siobhan shift her thighs slightly and 
then there was a sudden short spurt of hot pee wetting their hands held 
between her legs. As quickly as Siobhan had turned the flow on, she 
shut it off. Blood pounded in Jack's head as the feeling of intimacy 
between them leapt up several notches. 

"See? I chose to pee so that we could enjoy the sensation. I didn't 
have to. I'm not an uncontrollable bedwetter, right? In fact, I never 
wet the bed . . . except when I choose to!"

Jack was getting excited all over again, despite his original intention 
to call it a night after the tub scene and drift off to sleep. 

"God, Siobhan, you are such a turn-on!" Jack breathed warmly in her 
ear. "At this point I don't care if you are choosing to piss or are 
totally out of control. All I know is that I want more!"

Jack disentangled his hand from hers and thrust his hand under the 
elastic waist of her pajamas. He felt the drops of urine clinging to 
her pubic hairs and rubbed them into the folds of her pussy and around 
her clitorial mound. 

"Please Siobhan! Pee for me!"

Siobhan let out another quick spurt. The touch of it's scalding wetness 
directly on his fingers made Jack feel like he had to piss, too.

"You know, Jack!" Siobhan said resolutely. "It seems like I'm the one 
doing all the peeing tonight. I think it would be more cozy if we both 
peed together. Here, let's get in a better position." Siobhan raised 
her right leg, allowing Jack to scoot down and position his half-erect 
cock right under her pajama crotch.

"Okay, sweetheart. Now hold me close." Siobhan let her leg down, 
trapping Jack's dick in place against her flannel covered snatch. Lying 
on his left side behind her, Jack threaded his left hand into her great 
mane of hair, fondling her neck, and hugged her hips to him with his 
right arm. 

"Jack!" Siobhan whispered. "I'm peeing for you."

"I'm pissing too, Siobhan! I'm pissing all over your cunt!"

The randy pair cut loose, flooding each other's privates. Siobhan's 
piss filled her pyjama bottoms, and ran off her thighs and soaked into 
the towels carefully laid beneath the sheets. Jack stuck his right hand 
back inside Siobhan's pajamas and let their twin streams wash over his 
hand. He guided the pee all over their privates, relishing the warm 
liquid intermingling with the hair on his balls and smearing the piss 
all around Siobhan's inner things and the crack between her great 
buttocks.

Their flow ceased and they lay there for a moment revelling in the 
taboo thrill of having wet all over themselves. Jack felt his cock 
getting hard between Siobhan's damp legs and he moved back a bit, 
pulling her pajama bottoms down and shoving the bedcovers out of the 
way.  Siobhan rolled over on her back and spread her legs wide. Her 
right hand strummed her erect clit frantically. 

"Fuck me, you pisser!" she hissed urgently.

"Oh baby!" Jack grunted as he inserted the head of his dick between her 
pee-drenched pussy lips and firmly shoved it in to the hilt. Siobhan's 
vaginal walls gripped him in a wonderfully tight hug and the friction 
was sensational as he slowly moved in and out. Jack sat back on his 
haunches and reached out to Siobhan's big lolling tits. Her nipples 
were gathered up in large bumps of wrinkled nerve clusters and Jack 
poked his fingers in a circle around each dark areola and gripped large 
hunks of tit-flesh. He tugged mightily while Siobhan thrust her sopping 
pussy up to meet him each time he rammed his dick in. 

"Harder! Harder! Yesss! Ram it, fucker!!" 

Jack marveled at the verbal filth exuding from Siobhan's mouth. She was 
whipped into a frenzy, bouncing up and down on the soggy sheets and 
wrapping her legs tightly around his butt. As Jack twisted her areola 
back and forth, pushing against her hard nipples with his thumbs and 
mashing them against her rib cage, she grabbed the bed's headboard 
above her head and arched her back. Her hand was a blur at her clit, 
frantically caressing the engorged organ, and then she seemed to 
suddenly gather all her energy into herself for a second and let her 
climax wash over her.

"Shitttt!!"

There was something overpowering about that word uttered by Siobhan as 
she thrashed and then went rigid in orgasmic trance. 

"Whoaa! Fuck!!"

Jack felt his own orgasm exploding and he suddenly pulled out of 
Siobhan. He gripped his dick and spewed come all over her tits and 
face, transforming the lovely little pervert on the bed beneath him 
into a pulsating Jackson Pollack painting. In Jack's mind his sperm was 
multi-colored, splatters of red and blue and yellow commingling across 
her flesh.

This was his best painting ever, he thought. The best ever!  



Pt 4

"Jack, I've got a proposition for you."

"Shoot... I'm listening, Siobhan!"

"How about an evening together without the scenes and the personae? 
Just you and me. Maybe we can go out to a restaurant and a movie, or 
something."

"Hey, sounds okay to me! I probably should have proposed it already 
myself."

Truth to tell, Jack was ready for a little reality. He had a big 
gallery show coming up in just two months and had been busting his ass 
trying to produce enough pieces for the show. He was so hard at work 
that he rarely left the loft, and Siobhan was almost the only person he 
had spoken to in weeks. The combination of hard work and hard play had 
left him feeling somewhat unreal. Playing out scenes with Siobhan was 
great, but he was ready for an evening together without having to act 
out other personalities and roles. 

Besides, Jack was curious if there would still be a strong attraction 
between them if they gave Mommie and Jackson and the rest of the gang a 
night off for a change.

Siobhan, showing characteristic taste, chose a small restaurant which 
served excellent food at only mildly distressing prices. Sensing Jack's 
meager resources, Siobhan insisted they go Dutch, for which Jack was 
quite grateful. After dinner, they walked to a nearby theater and 
caught the latest Shwartzenegger action movie, an overblown concoction 
of blood and explosions which proved eminently forgettable as soon as 
they left the theater. They stopped at a crowded bar across the street 
for a nightcap, but soon found it impossible to hear themselves without 
shouting. And so they hailed a cab and arrived back at Siobhan's 
highrise, well before eleven. 

* * *

Siobhan's bedroom had a look of luxurious comfort about it. A soft down 
comforter was spread out on the old fashioned canopied four-poster bed. 
As Jack removed his shoes and socks, the plush pile of the carpet 
caressed his feet. Instead of turning on any lights, Siobhan let the 
room be lit by the moonlight coming from the full moon which seemed 
positioned in the sky right outside her balcony. Jack removed the last 
of his clothes and looked across the room at Siobhan. She had walked 
through the sliding doors onto her balcony and was standing looking out 
over the city, clad only in her slip and underthings. Jack could see 
the shape of her heavy breasts silhouetted in the moonlight through the 
flimsy white slip. He padded quickly across the room and out onto the 
balcony, embracing her from behind, his throbbing erection rubbing 
against her satiny buttocks. 

"Jack, would you do something naughty for me?" Siobhan asked, an impish 
tone in her voice. 

"Sure thing, baby. Though I'd rather do something naughty to you!"

"Patience, patience, my boy! The night is young and we have to get 
warmed up, you know. If you'll do this for me, I'll do something for 
you. Fair enough?"

"Fine. So, what is it?"

Siobhan turned around in his arms and looked into his eyes. She pressed 
her fleshy breasts against him and grabbed his ass cheeks with her 
small strong hands. 

"I feel like we're on top of the world tonight. We can do anything we 
desire and nobody can stop us! Jack, I want to see you pissing on the 
world! I want you to pee off the balcony and make it rain below! I want 
you to give golden showers to the whole city!"

Images of solid citizens being drenched with his urine, of police 
sirens, and of irate cops knocking at Siobhan's condo door ran quickly 
through Jack's mind. He moved sideways a step and leaned out over the 
balcony railing. Miniature cars sped by on the street eighteen stories 
below. The highrise's entrance was well around the corner and there 
were no pedestrians in sight. 

"Aw, what the hell!" he muttered. Siobhan grasped his cock lightly and 
directed it through the balcony railing, pointing it out straight at a 
90 degree angle. 

"Piss on them, Jack! Hose the fuckers down!" Siobhan was quivering with 
excitement and her warm little fingers felt ticklish on Jack's dick. He 
pressed down with his stomach muscles and felt a surge of forbidden 
power as his pee gushed out in a grand arc.

"Ah, those golden arches!" He laughed and reveled in a sense of freedom 
as his urine lifted into the air, glistening in the moonlight and then 
disappearing silently into the night sky and dropping towards the 
waiting earth below. 

Would anyone notice? he wondered. Perhaps a motorist or two would feel 
some drops on their cars and chalk it up to - what? - acid rain? 
Eighteen stories up, with no other tall buildings within blocks, Jack 
felt supremely anonymous. A lone human relieving himself . . . the 
quintessentially natural act of all time. 

Jack felt his stream of pee slackening and shivered as a few drops 
dampened his crotch. He looked down to discover Siobhan kneeling and 
running her fingers through the declining stream, savoring the warmth 
and wetness. His flow stopped and she got up and slapped him playfully 
on the butt with her piss-drenched hand. It made a soggy smacking 
sound. 

"Thanks, Jack! I guess I still get a thrill from pranks like that every 
now and then." Even in the moonlight, Jack could see the heightened 
color on Siobhan's cheeks. There was a tension in the air which made 
Jack swallow suddenly before he spoke.

"You're welcome, Siobhan. And now, I believe it's your turn to do 
something naughty?"

"Oops! You're right. Just name it, I'll do it!"

Jack chuckled to himself as a sudden inspiration sprang to his mind. 

"Alright, Siobhan! If the City deserves to be pissed on, I'm sure it 
deserves to be shat on as well! I see your pee and raise it one shit!"

Siobhan's nostrils flared and her eyes shown with a manic glint for a 
moment. 

"Okay. I'll do it!" she declared. Siobhan pulled the slip over her head 
and tossed it back into the bedroom. She pulled her panties down and 
stepped out of them. She stood before Jack, with only her bra 
remaining. Her dark nipples shown through the white lace, bunched in 
hard points. Jack wanted to knead them and chew them badly, but he held 
back. 

"Let's see. How shall we do this?" Siobhan asked herself outloud. "I 
can't poop through the railing. Hmm, I know . . ." Siobhan squatted 
down on the balcony, her back to Jack, and looked out through the 
railing at the City lights. She cupped her hands together under her 
ample buttocks and grunted.

"Nnngghhh!" 

"Oh baby! You are such a sight!" Jack enthused. He adored the oval 
shape of her bottom pushing out as Siobhan rocked on the balls of her 
feet, urging the shit through her colon. Jack squatted down behind her 
and tried to make out the sight of what was happening. Her ass was 
partly hidden in shadows, but his eyes adjusted to the dim light and a 
thrill shot through his body.

Siobhan panted heavily and grunted again.  

"Brapppp!"

Siobhan's anus ballooned and a pungent fart escaped. Jack grasped his 
hardened cock and shook it as the odor assaulted his nose. And then a 
large turd emerged slowly from the beautiful woman's asshole, several 
inches exiting before the sheer weight caused it to break off and fall 
into her waiting hands. Siobhan pushed again and defecated another 
stretch of firm brown shit. One final grunt and a small brown straggler 
emerged and dropped on top of the mighty steaming pile in her hands. 

"Whew!" Siobhan sighed as she brought her hands up and slowly rose from 
her squat. "God, that felt good!" 

She turned around and stood before him, presenting her handful of warm 
turds for his approval. "Shall I toss them or do you want to?" she 
asked.

"Let's both do it!" Jack exclaimed excitedly. He carefully grasped a 
couple of chunks, leaving some in her hands. Her stools were warm to 
the touch and the primal stench was fierce. 

"Take that!" He yelled, and flung the turds far out into the night air. 
The pair watched as the shit hurtled to the street below, narrowly 
missing a passing taxi. 

"Shit on you!" Siobhan yelled lustily and threw her crap aloft.  It 
plummeted down and hit a tree top, fragmenting and bouncing off in 
several directions. 

"Well, that was a blast!" Jack said as they scampered back inside. He 
followed Siobhan to the bathroom and they washed their hands before 
returning to the bedroom.

* * *

Once they were both in bed, Siobhan momentarily turned away from Jack 
and opened a drawer in her nightstand near the head of her bed. Jack 
could hear her searching around for something in the drawer. He lay 
back with his head on a pillow and absent-mindedly played with his 
balls, tugging the hairs and pinching the skin between his nuts. He 
drifted off into a reverie, only to be brought back by Siobhan's husky 
voice whispering hotly in his ear.

"Jack! I've got a surprise for you!"

Jack opened his eyes and a tremor of surprise shook him as his eyes 
focused on the object in Siobhan's petite hands. The moonlight coming 
in through the balcony doors illuminated what looked like a firm, dark 
turd at least a foot long. 

"God! It's a monster, Siobhan!" 

"Touch it, Jack! Go ahead!"

Jack eagerly reached out and ran a finger along the mighty turd, 
feeling the clotted bumps and viscous surface. Strange, he thought, it 
seemed too dense, too rubbery to be actual shit.

"It's my special dildo, Jack! It's a custom job, molded in latex. Isn't 
it realistic?"

Jack plucked the turd from Siobhan's hand and examined it more closely. 
Siobhan had coated the length of brown gnarled latex with a lubricant 
that enhanced its shit-like quality. The only things missing were the 
pungent odor of real shit and the warmth of an actual freshly expelled 
log. 

What a mindfuck! Jack thought. Practically speaking it's a dildo. Big 
deal. But psychologically it's an enormous crap! Suddenly he was seized 
with a forbidden urge which raised goosebumps all along his arms and 
legs.

"Siobhan, it's a beauty! Can we . . . oh God, can we fuck it together? 
Can we fuck ourselves up our asses with this monster? Can we slide it 
back and forth in our assholes?"

"Of course, Silly! Why do you think I had it made?"

Again, Jack was bowled over by Siobhan's prescience. It was as if she 
could nearly read his mind. This woman must have been one hell of a sex 
therapist, he mused to himself and then paused while a dark thought 
arose. Or, maybe she's in the grips of a full-blown psychosis and is 
taking me over the edge with her! 

Beads of sweat popped out on Jack's forehead and he looked over at 
Siobhan furtively. She caught his eye and winked at him.

"Boo!" Siobhan grabbed the latex turd back from Jack and waved it at 
him. "Really, Jack! You look like you just saw a ghost and it scared 
the, er, shit right out of you! What's the matter?"

"Oh, blast, Siobhan! I can't keep anything from you, can I?"

"No, you can't!" she said liltingly. "Besides, keeping your feelings 
and thoughts to yourself is classic anal retentive behavior, and we're 
trying to loosen things up and let it all come out. So to speak . . ." 
She laughed and pressed the glistening brown dildo back into his hands. 
"What are you worried about? Do you think we're slipping off into 
insanity? Is that your problem?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, the thought had crossed my mind!"

"Egad! Relax would you?" She pushed him back against the pillow and 
started stroking his chest. "Here's the final word on your condition. 
Just listen and then let it go, okay? 

"Believe me, you were nearer to cracking up that night I first met you 
than you are now! Remember? You were a nervous wreck; full of guilt 
about your fantasies. Yuck!

"Sure, some of this may seem like strong medicine to you, psychotic 
even, and . . . it is! But you yourself said before that you felt like 
we were embarked on a long journey. You nailed it exactly! And we have 
to go through the cyclone before we can reach the calm center. Can you 
think of a safer place to 'get down with your bad self,' to play your 
movie out, than right here in my bed?"

"No. You're right." Jack muttered. "Don't think I'm not grateful!"

"Damn Straight! Listen, sweetheart, you couldn't buy this kind of 
treatment for a million dollars! If you weren't so adorable, I wouldn't 
even bother. 

"As far as I can tell, we're within shouting distance of freeing you 
from your compulsions. As long as your fantasies are unfulfilled 
they're going to plague you and nip at your heels. This is your chance 
to let it all out! To process your dark side and reintegrate it into 
you as a whole person! There is a method to this madness! Believe me, 
I've been there! Now, why don't you just lie back and let me get you 
kick-started again?"

Siobhan clambered across Jack's chest and settled into a 69 position 
with her magnificent ass and tasty pussy pressing back against Jack's 
face. She rubbed her dripping cunt lips up and down on his nose and 
mouth, moaning softly and gripping his cock with her hand. Blood rushed 
to Jack's dick and his tongue darted out licking her tangy love juices 
voraciously. Siobhan brought her mouth down to Jack's cock head and 
engulfed it, licking and sucking enthusiastically. Then she moved her 
hips slightly down and mashed her wrinkled hair-ringed anus against 
Jack's nose. The meaty odor of her recent defecation still clung to her 
asshole, inviting Jack to cleanse her thoroughly. He inhaled the 
bouquet, grasping her buttocks and pulling her cheeks apart so that his 
nose could penetrate the juicy sphincter. What a woman! he thought. 
What an ass! 

The touch of his nose made Siobhan's asshole burn with the urge to be 
filled. She ground her anus against his snout and wiggled sensuously. 
Pulling up and then pressing back, over and over she fucked her asshole 
with his nose. Trapped beneath her large soft buttocks, his mouth full 
of pussy and his nostrils pinched shut in her juicy shit-hole, Jack 
felt himself begin to suffocate.

"Mmmmph!!" he croaked faintly.

"What's that, lover?" Siobhan pulled her head up from his cock, sitting 
even more firmly on his face in the process.

Jack gripped her ass helplessly, trying to lift it. He felt the world 
go dim. Finally just as he was ready to black-out, Siobhan relented and 
lifted her fanny up off his face. Jack gasped and inhaled a large cool 
breath. The simple act of breathing had never felt more heavenly.

"Your nose felt just lovely, sweetheart. But it doesn't go far enough. 
I think it's time to use our 'friend'! Please get it started in me and 
then I'll share it with you!" Siobhan crawled forward on her knees, 
giving Jack sufficient room to maneuver the brown turd dildo into the 
crack of her ass. The lubricant made it slide smoothly between her soft 
globes. Siobhan rested her weight on one arm and brought her other hand 
around to help Jack target the tip of the turd at her soft and juicy 
asshole. 

"Please, Jack! Feed me your shit! Stuff it in and plug me with that 
shit penis!"

Jack poked gently at her hole with the brown toy, rolling it between 
his fingers so that it twirled against her anus. Then with a firm push 
he wedged the dildo in her sphincter, seesawing it in deeper, bit by 
bit. He paused while Siobhan panted, slid it back out, then fucked it 
in again. 

"Oh yes! That's it, Jack! It feels wonderful!"

Jack was mesmerized by the sight of the brown log sliding in and out of 
his beautiful lover's ass. It was if she were expelling and then 
reabsorbing her own excrement. There was some central mystery here, a 
glimpse of a primordial moment of creation that transfixed Jack. 
Perhaps the origin of the Universe, the Big Bang, was like the 
emergence of this turd. And the disappearance of solar systems into 
Black Holes was like this: the burrowing of shit back up the anus from 
which it came. Stars whirled in Jack's brain and only the sound of 
Siobhan's husky voice brought him back down to earth.

"Ohh. That's exquisite! But now it's your turn, Mr. Crazyman! We better 
get you in on this before my ass gets too sensitive. Let's see if we 
can get your tush warmed up and then we'll double up on this thing!" 
Siobhan grunted and expelled the latex turd from her ass.

"Okay, Jack. Let's switch places. Have you ever been fucked in the ass 
before? I mean with the whole nine yards, not just diddling around with 
my clit up your buns like before." 

Jack got down on his elbows and knees while Siobhan patted his ass 
fondly. 

"No, Siobhan. You get to take my virginity. Please be gentle!"

"Ah ha. Well, let's take this slowly. You do have a cute ass you know! 
A little hairy, but I like that."

Siobhan breathed warmly into the crack between his buttocks. Her tongue 
flicked out and traced the route of the crevice, finding its way to his 
dark wrinkled orifice. Her small hands gripped his muscular cheeks and 
pried them apart, exposing his asshole to view. A thick forest of pubic 
hairs surrounded his anus, contrasting against his pale skin in the 
moonlight. Jack could feel her licking all around his aroused hole, 
bathing the area with her tongue. Siobhan tucked one of her fingers 
back into her own sopping pussy, stabbing it in and out and getting it 
thoroughly covered with her love drippings. Then she brought it up to 
his darkened asshole and tickled the spongy ring. 

"Okay, honey! Time to take your temperature!" She stiffened the digit 
and inched it in slowly and deliberately. At first the pain was sharp 
as she reached the first sphincter, but Jack relaxed and pushed back as 
if he were shitting against her finger. It slipped in further and Jack 
began to feel very good indeed.

He was back in his bed with a fever at age ten. He had stayed home from 
school, lying in bed, sweating in his pajamas. His mother was concerned 
and twice that day she had taken his temperature. She had come in and 
made Jack lie on his stomach and lower his pajama bottoms. Then she had 
gotten out the rectal thermometer, spread Vaseline on it, and pressed 
it against his adolescent anus. Jack felt a special bond with his 
mother as she slowly pushed the thermometer up his ass. She had made 
him keep it there for several minutes while she left the room and did 
some household chore. While she was gone, Jack reveled in the sensation 
of a stiff glass stick up his ass. It felt peculiar but pleasant. But 
the best part was when she returned and removed it. Jack could feel it 
slide out, like a thin slippery turd, and he smelt the faint odor of 
shit. He looked back and saw his mother reading his temperature, a pale 
brown coating of Vaseline and excrement clinging to the thermometer. It 
almost made getting sick worth it!

Siobhan's finger brought him back to the present. She was tapping at 
his prostate, like some kinky nurse caught between duty and fun. 

"Mmmm! That feels good!" Jack's dick was rigid and dripping large drops 
of precum. Siobhan reached underneath with her free hand and grasped 
the turgid member, rubbing the precum around stickily and pinching the 
head. 

"Alright, sweetheart, I think we've got you ready to try the big time! 
Let's lie on our backs and face each other, with our butts close up." 
Siobhan wiggled her finger free of his ass and sniffed it. "Peeyeww! I 
think this shit-dildo ought to be right at home up there! You've got 
one ripe ass, Jack!"

Jack rolled onto his back and raised his knees up towards his chest. 
Siobhan took the slippery turd-dick and aimed it under his balls. Jack 
raised his ass and between the two of them they got the dildo 
positioned and pressed against his anus. Then Jack relaxed and let 
Siobhan snake it slowly into his innards. The pain pulsed and he felt 
like the turd was a knife for a moment, but he remembered the pleasure 
of her finger just moments before and loosened the anxious grip of his 
sphincters. The brown log rolled in several inches. He felt plugged to 
the max.

Then Siobhan gripped the other end of the dildo in her hand and slid 
her own ass up against the greasy tip. She enfolded her legs 
scissorlike around Jack's, one leg over and one leg under his own. 

"Here, can you reach my hands? Let's pull together and get this thing 
packed inside us!" Siobhan reached out and grasped Jack's hands and 
used the leverage to inch her anus over the dildo and cram it up her 
rectum, bump by bump. The monster turd was now wedged into both their 
asses and throbbed there awaiting their further moves. The perverted 
pair's cock and clit arched up stiffly from their pubic forests, just a 
few inches from each other. 

"Siobhan! I feel like I've got to take the world's biggest dump! Watch 
out!"

Jack flexed his inner muscles and pushed against his end of the dildo. 
It moved lazily out of his ass and pushed even further up Siobhan's 
colon. The greasy friction was sensational. 

"Okay, Jack! I'm afraid I have to shit too! Here it comes!" Siobhan 
held his hands tightly and grunted, moving her bowels rhythmically and 
forcing the dildo back up Jack's colon. 

"I can't believe it! We're doing it! We're fucking each other's asses 
and shitting too! Siobhan, you're a genius!" Jack let go of one of her 
hands and grabbed his cock, pumping it. 

Siobhan moved her free hand down to her hairy beaver and started 
intensely fondling her large clit and drooling cunt. The tension built 
as the brown latex log moved back and forth in their asses. As Jack had 
seen her do often before as she approached an epic orgasm, a continuous 
stream of chanted obscenities began to escape from Siobhan, building 
and building towards a frenzied climax. 

"Oh yes. Oh fuck. That's it. Fuck it! Fuck the shit out of me. I'm 
shitting. Oh what a monster! Oh baby! I love it!"

Jack was nearly incapable of speech, spun into orbit, mumbling 
indecipherable phrases of random words, all sensations narrowed into 
the throb of his cock and the greasy slow pistoning in his ass. 
Electrical sparks were firing in his pelvis and Jack had the uncanny 
sensation of his spinal nerves being tickled up and down his lower 
back. 

Then Siobhan stiffened, squeezing Jack between her legs, and jerked her 
hand at the base of her clit. She splayed open her fattened labia and 
spurted a geyser of clear ejaculate out in an arch, drenching Jack's 
cock and belly. She sobbed deeply and clutched Jack's legs, petting his 
flesh and breathing heavily. Siobhan's extraordinary climax was too 
much for Jack's fevered senses and his own organ erupted, shooting 
great gobs of come up in the air showering both of them with white 
spunk. Siobhan fell backwards flat on her back, sighing and evicting 
the dildo from her ass. Jack let it escape from his own anus and the 
funky object lay on the bed between them as they lay with limbs 
entangled. 



Pt 5

Jack awoke to bright morning sunlight streaming in through Siobhan's 
bedroom windows. He was alone in bed. Taking a brief inventory he noted 
that Siobhan must have quietly cleaned up the mess from the night 
before while he dozed as there were no signs of their debauch anywhere. 
In fact, except for the slight dull pain in his anus - a lingering 
souvenir of his deflowering, he could imagine that the whole scene had 
been a dream. As things came a little more into focus, he briefly heard 
what sounded like the sound of Siobhan in the shower and a few minutes 
later Siobhan appeared in the bedroom door, clad in a short Japanese 
style bathrobe which barely covered her twat and ass. Her hair was 
still tied up in a large lazy bun from the shower and she looked good 
enough to eat - as always.

"Hi sleepyhead! Ready for some breakfast?" she asked in greeting. Jack 
grinned and motioned her over. 

"What exactly did you have in mind? Mmm. You smell good!" Jack inhaled 
the fragrant mix of shampoo, glycerine body soap, and expensive perfume 
that lightly enveloped Siobhan's body. 

Siobhan sat down by his side on the bed and played with the hairs on 
his exposed chest. Her nimble fingers sought out his nipples and toyed 
with them as she spoke.

"Well, you know Jack, I was thinking about what we've been up to while 
I was in the shower. Here's our dilemma, if you will. We're trying to 
take what have been sexual obsessions of yours, obsessions that you've 
felt plagued by and unresolved about, and rewire your relationship to 
them. Luckily I happen to get off on acting out your obsessions so I've 
been more than happy to help you turn your fantasies into reality. Okay 
so far?"

"Yeah, sounds about right. But what does this have to do with 
breakfast?"

"I'm getting to that. Now my usual philosophy has been that helping 
someone act out their fantasies provides a catharsis for them. In other 
words its dispels all the pent-up frustration and charge that the 
obsession has developed over time. These catharctic moments allow the 
person to introduce a new relationship to the trauma that they were 
obsessed with. Perhaps its takes several times, but if one goes deep 
enough and far enough back to that original traumatic moment and 
reinacts it with a happy resolution, then the trauma is dissipated!"

Jack shook his head bemusedly. "Jeez, Siobhan. I'm still trying to 
think straight this morning! I don't see how you can manage heavy 
psychological theory before at least noon!"

"Oh, I enjoy a good brainstorm any time of day! I'm almost done, bear 
with me. Now, the problem we're running into with you is that if we 
don't go deep enough and unearth the trauma at its point of creation, 
then we end up just replaying variations on it that just serves to 
reinforce it! And that's where I think we're stuck at the moment. I 
mean, it's fun, it's kinky, it's a turn on, but you aren't free of it. 
This is the problem with most lifestyle fetishists. They are trapped in 
their own obsessions and doomed to repeat them over and over.

"However I think you are capable of moving beyond that stage. If we can 
deconstruct your original script and rewrite a new one, then you can be 
free to choose to do whatever you want sexually. It can be done, 
believe me. That's what I've done and so can you. It doesn't mean 
giving up sexual fun and games, obviously. It just means not being 
enslaved to them!"

Jack sighed and replied with a certain weary wryness. "Oh, all right, 
Siobhan. I give up! Now free me!"

"It's not quite that simple. It may take a little work and it may be a 
little distasteful, so to speak, but getting free involves you as much 
as me. More so, actually. 

"Look. Remember when you told me about that early memory resurfacing 
when you were in the bathtub at your loft?"

"Yeah...?"

"As far as I can tell that was your root trauma - the moment of deep 
frustration that has shaped the rest of your life. And what occurred 
there? You were denied the pleasure of eating and playing with shit! 
Your mother took it away and punished you. So, if we were to rerun that 
movie, what would heal that wound? What would make up for it?" Siobhan 
looked pointedly at Jack.

Jack could feel the blood rush to his head and a warm feeling begin to 
spread all over his body. He felt like he was splitting into two: the 
adult Jack and the little baby Jackie. He felt like crying and kicking 
his feet and hands, but he brought himself enough under control to 
respond to Siobhan's question.

"Mommie would give me my shit back and let me . . . oh, Jesus, let me 
eat it and play with it! She'd love me and reward me! She'd make it all 
better!"

"That's right, Jackie! Mommie would! And Mommie wants to. Mommie wants 
to give Jackie his breakfast! Will Jackie let her?"

Jack felt as if he were falling into a whirlpool. The rest of the 
Universe was fading out, the room was darkening, and it was just him in 
his bed with his Mommie.    

Siobhan got up on the bed and lay beside Jack, removing her bathrobe. 
She scooted up so that her bountiful fleshy breasts were by Jack's head 
and she fed her prone lover one of her rigid nipples. He nursed 
earnestly, clenching and unclenching his fists, engulfing as much of 
her pebbled brown areola with his mouth as possible. 

"That's it, Jackie. Suck on Mommie. Mmmm. That's so nice!" Siobhan 
slipped a hand down between her legs and played with her pussy lips, 
threading her fingers back and forth between them. The fragrance of 
aroused cunt wafted into the bedroom air. 

"Now the other one!" Siobhan shifted onto her elbow and offered Jack 
her other brown tipped teat. Her hand was now caressing her unfurling 
clitoris, stroking its fleshy stalk and pinching it between thumb and 
finger. Siobhan's breath was getting ragged as Jack nursed contentedly. 

"Okay, Jackie. Mommie's milk is all gone, but she has something even 
better for you now. Something she took away from you long ago and wants 
to return at long last." Siobhan spoke soothingly in a hypnotic tone. 
"She's sorry she made you mad and wants to make it all better!"

Siobhan fluffed a pillow and put it under Jack's head. Then she got on 
all fours and slowly clambered into place on top of Jack with her large 
shapely ass near his head. She backed herself up until the deep crack 
between her buttocks was positioned less than an inch from Jack's face. 
He swallowed hard. Before him was a jungle of pubic hair and fragrant 
flesh. Siobhan's fingers were in her cunt noisely probing away. Jack 
grasped the globes of her ass and pried them apart. He gazed on her 
dark wrinkled hole surrounded by hair.

"Please Jackie! Kiss Mommie! Taste her nasty hole and stick your tongue 
in it! Tell me what you find!" Siobhan wriggled her ass and flexed her 
puckered aperture. Jack kissed it wetly, flicking his tongue in and 
out. The meaty roasted smell of fresh feces bloomed in his nose. Then 
he stabbed his rigid tongue deeply into her anus and hit paydirt. 
Siobhan had an enormous hard turd waiting for him just inside her 
entrance. Jack licked its tip with his tongue and tasted it's richness.

"Mommie, you have my shit! I remember the taste! Why did you take it 
from me?"

"Jackie, Mommie made a mistake. She's sorry. She wants you to have it. 
Will you take it? It tastes good, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mommie. It tastes so strong! It's the best food there is!"

"Yes, dear! And it's all yours! You can eat it and play with it as much 
as you want!" Siobhan pushed slightly and the tapered tip of the 
enormous turd popped through her dilated anus. The stench assaulted 
Jack's nose. It was the stench of rotting jungles, of deep swamps, of 
centuries of compost and topsoil. It was the stuff of animals and 
plants, of spices and rich sauces, sucked dry of their nutrients and 
compacted into a powerful sausage of human waste. 

"Can I really eat this?" he wondered to himself. "Can I really go that 
far?" With barely a moment's hesitation he knew the answer. This was 
the moment of darkest intimacy. His mother had returned, contrite and 
voluptuous, to give him her manna. The world had contracted into this 
single moment with its rich gift for Jackie. He had lived for this 
moment, had secretly wished for it, and now it was here!

"Oh Mommie!" Jack called, as Siobhan pressed a bit more and three 
inches of the giant turd extruded from her ass. Jack opened his mouth 
and engulfed it, pressing it gingerly between his tongue and the roof 
of his mouth. Siobhan flexed her sphincter muscle and broke the turd, 
letting the rest of it slurp back up into her colon. She scooted 
forward and clambered off Jack, turning around to watch him closely. 

Jack was only barely aware of this, for he was thrown into a tornado of 
sensory overload and conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to spit 
out this mouthful of night dirt, to retch and be rid of its cloying 
bitterness and gritty texture. But at the same time Baby Jackie was 
cresting on a wave of utter satisfaction, of taboo glee and completion. 
Jack brought his hands to his face and pushed the turd partly back out 
of his mouth. Grasping it with his hand, he bit off a manageable 
portion and chewed. The shit mashed around in his mouth, mixing with 
his saliva, and sticking to the roof of his mouth like a giant dolop of 
crunchy peanut butter. He swallowed in small chunks, feeling the putrid 
waste slide down his throat, peculiar in its grainy texture. 

"Alright. Let's go for broke," he thought to himself. 

He took the rest of the turd still in his hand and pressed it against 
his face, covering his nose and mouth, smushing it onto his cheeks. 

"Oh, good Jackie, good!" Siobhan exclaimed. She excitedly got up over 
him and squatted above his chest. "Here! Mommie has plenty more for you 
to play with!" 

Jack dimly watched as Siobhan reached behind and pulled her lovely soft 
cheeks apart. She grunted intently, as a series of small sharp farts 
burst forth. Then her asshole puckered and ballooned and what seemed 
like an unending brown rope of shit extruded down onto Jack's chest in 
a steaming mound of noxiously smelly excrement. No sooner had the last 
drop of fecal matter broken loose from her dark hole than Siobhan 
quivered and sighed and cut loose with an involuntary fountain of pee. 
The hissing stream of hot piss hit Jack's dick, pooled in his navel, 
and fell upon the mound of soft turds like rain upon a compost heap.

Siobhan carefully stepped over Jack and jumped lightly to the floor, 
turning briefly to see her handiwork before trotting off to the 
bathroom. Siobhan's turds sat heavily on Jack's chest, their rank odor 
thoroughly mixed with the briney stink of urine. Jack shuddered and dug 
his hands into the mound, massaging the shit and letting it squish 
through his fingers. The bath of piss was turning the turds into a 
mudpatch and Jack smeared the pliable shit all over his torso and 
shoulders. 

"I'm becoming a human finger painting," he thought. "The painter has 
become the canvas." He brought his sticky fingers up to his mouth and 
plunged the filthy digits into his maw, sucking them and savoring the 
bitter meat and salt taste. A deep sense of peace had settled over him, 
as if a string held taut too long had gone blissfully slack. After 
several more minutes of ecstatic communion with the dark stuff of life, 
he lay back quietly and closed his eyes. His breath quieted, and he 
rested. 

After awhile Siobhan came back through the bedroom door carrying a damp 
cloth and a large towel. She stopped as if surprised to see the nearly 
unrecognizable figure lying upon her elegant bed. 

"Jackie! You've been playing with your poop! What fun! Here let me help 
you clean up! Then it's time to rise and start the day!"

She walked over and carefully wiped the thick coatings of her own dung 
off of his body, wiping and toweling him into a semblance of 
cleanliness. 

"There! That'll do at least until you get to the shower! Now off to the 
bathroom, please! I've got a bed to strip, my beamish boy!" Jack leapt 
out of bed, smiling quietly to himself, and briskly walked off to the 
bathroom without a word. Siobhan smiled a bit wearily and set about 
pulling the sheets and covers.

"A greater love hath no woman," she thought, "than to give up her bed 
for Baby Jackie."

* * *

After his shower, Jack sat down with Siobhan in the breakfast nook for 
a more customary repast. He felt carefree, almost lightheaded and ate a 
warm croissant with gusto. Siobhan was also feeling quite positive. 

"Jack, I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you! I suppose some 
people would see what you just went through and consider it totally 
debased and perverted. But that's their problem. I consider it a feat 
of extraordinary courage."

Jack looked up from his croissant and smiled with just a touch of self-
mocking irony. "Thanks, Siobhan! It's all in a morning's work..."

"Oh stop it! I'm serious! I don't think there's a more vulnerable thing 
that I could imagine than to tackle your worst childhood trauma head-on 
and open yourself up to re-experiencing it. It's a brave thing to do - 
and you did it! Congratulations!"

"You're not going to be stuck with this recurring image of me as a big 
baby lying on your bed totally covered with shit?"  

Siobhan got up from her seat opposite Jack and walked around the table 
and hugged him. She gently mashed his head between her copious tits.

"Listen, Jack. I've seen it all. When I was working through my traumas 
I acted out some scenes that made this morning look like, well, kid's 
stuff! Believe me, we've barely scratched the surface of the dark 
demons that can plague the human soul! The better you get to know 
someone, the more complex they become. 

"Hopefully your experience this morning may have a major impact on your 
future psychological freedom, but it is hardly the whole picture. You 
aren't only Baby Jackie and I'm not only Mommie. Remember?"

"Of course. Sorry. I'm still a little raw around the edges. We can talk 
about this later when I've had a chance to, er, digest it all!"

Pt 6

Back at his loft, a few days later, Jack was hard at work completing a 
new painting for his upcoming show at a downtown gallery. This 
particular painting involved squeezing many tubes of brown acrylic 
paint directly onto the canvas and then smooshing the paint around like 
a fingerpainting of shit. Jack had gotten the inspiration from his most 
recent breakthrough session with Siobhan and was making the most of it 
when the phone rang.

It was Siobhan.

"Hi! Hard at work?"

"In a manner of speaking. But I'm always ready to take a break for you! 
What's up?"

"I just got a call from my Rubber Daddy. He's coming to town tomorrow 
and I'll be busy with him for several days. I wanted to see if you'd 
like to squeeze in a little fling before he arrives."

"Hey! Sounds great. Any ideas?"

"Oh, I thought we could go get a bite at the Fireplug - maybe around 
seven? - and then try something a little different."

"What's that?"

"Oh, I want to keep it a surprise! I'm sure you'll like it. Not to 
worry!"

"Okay. I'll meet you at the Plug at seven!"

The Fireplug was one of those concept restaurants, in this case a 
former firehouse converted into a cafe with waiters and waitresses 
dressed like firemen. The idea was so overwhelmingly stupid that the 
local art damage crowd had taken to it out of sheer ironic spite. 
Luckily the food was both good and plentiful and by the time they 
emerged from the cafe, Jack and Siobhan were quite stuffed. 

The local "adult" entertainment part of town was only a few blocks away 
from the Fireplug and Siobhan indicated that that was where her 
surprise was to be found. Night had fallen but the bright lights and 
garish neon displays of the strip joints, peepshows, and adult video 
stores that lined the streets lit up the neighborhood as if it were 
noon. Jack watched as a chartered bus pulled up in front of one of the 
classier strip clubs and discharged a hoard of Japanese tourists eager 
for a thrill. 

Siobhan seemed to know where she was going and as the signs for one of 
the seedier adult video emporiums suddenly loomed ("We've got Foreign 
and Amateur Tapes!"), she steered Jack through the door into a large 
room full of video boxes displayed in racks along the wall. Across the 
room at the back wall was an open doorway leading to viewing booths and 
Jack could hear a cacophany of recorded screams, grunts, and panting 
coming from that direction. Several men were already in the shop 
intently examining tape boxes, although Siobhan's presence seemed to 
make them nervous and one by one they sidled outside or picked a tape 
to preview, paid the cashier, and disappeared through the door leading 
to the booths.   

Not owning a VCR, Jack had always tended to ignore x-rated videos. He 
couldn't rent them nor buy them - or rather, if he did, he couldn't 
view them. Besides, the few he had seen over the years had never 
thrilled him. They had seemed to be full of blonde bimbos with tit jobs 
giving blowjobs to twerps. Thanks, but no thanks. 

Here, however, was another option he hadn't considered. Signs posted 
around the store said the tapes here could be previewed in the booths 
in back, for a price. 

And the tapes! Jack felt a forbidden thrill run through him as he 
scanned the racks of the seedy joint. Japanese S-M; amateur bondage; 
spanking; women wrestling; strict discipline; rubber; and most 
tantilizing of all, golden and brown showers! 

"Here Jack. See anything you like?" Siobhan handed him a plastic video 
box with a handwritten description on front, embellished with a couple 
of poor quality polaroids. 

"BMs Aplenty" it read. "A local brunette dancer shares her bowel 
movements for a week. Various locales, includes peeing and some huge 
shits! Picture quality good, sound quality fair. 60 minutes. Preview: 
$20. Purchase: $100."

"Whoa! I didn't know this stuff was around! How did you discover it, 
Siobhan?"

"Oh, I have my ways. What about this one?" She handed him another box. 
It was in German and the box-sheet was a second-generation color xerox 
of the original packaging. Jack could dimly make out photos of a glass 
dish full of piss, a fisting scene, and some burr-headed submissive 
lying on his back with a large pile of crap on his stomach.

"Strong stuff! Let's look a little more."

Jack poked around, marveling at the selection. Another German tape had 
a woman rubbing shit all over her front. Here was one promising piss 
enemas. Despite himself Jack began to get grossed out and retreated 
back to the original tape Siobhan had handed him. 

"Let's try this one. It sounds kind of innocent compared to some of 
these. I don't think I'm quite ready for a piss enema right after 
dinner!"

"My my! Don't we have delicate sensibilities tonight!" Siobhan grinned 
wryly. "Okay. Let's give her a try!"

Jack took the box and walked over to the counter. The clerk grunted, 
accepted his $20, told him to return the box to the shelf, and 
indicated that they should go to booth #10.

The pair walked thorough the doorway in the back wall and down a dimly 
lit aisle with viewing booths on either side. They found #10, opened 
its flimsy wooden door and crowded inside. Jack turned the lock in the 
inside doorknob and carefully tried the knob, making sure it was 
locked. 

There was a hole cut into the side of the wall just big enough for a 
color TV screen. On the wall opposite the screen was a bench just big 
enough for the two of them. Jack hung their jackets on a hook on the 
back of the door and they sat down as the screen sprang to life and a 
blurry video image came into focus.

Jack could see a petite woman from the neck down as she climbed onto a 
toilet seat in a squalid bathroom with her back to the camera. There 
was a garish snake tattoo on her shapely left leg and a bruise or two 
on her calves. The stationary camera, apparently placed on a box or 
tripod across from the john, was placed so that her butt and dangling 
pussy lips were centered on the TV screen. Judging from the mediocre 
picture quality this had to be a cheap VHS camera with no extra 
lighting to speak of. Still, Jack could make out the dark aperture of 
her anus as the woman placed her hands on her cheeks and pulled them 
apart.

"Oh, I've really got to shit!" the dancer exclaimed in a sweet high 
pitched voice.

Without further warning her anus ballooned out and an impossibly large 
turd forced her sphincter to widen. Good grief, Jack thought to 
himself, that's got to be three inches wide! 

The amazing mass of crap slid smoothly from the fetching ass, and 
dropped with a loud splash into the toilet bowl below. The dancer 
grunted in surprise, and then another smaller extrusion of shit pumped 
itself out of her asshole and dangled for a moment before breaking off 
and dropping. The girl dribbled some urine down upon her hefty load, 
wiped her ass, and climbed off the seat. 

"Ewww!" she squealed as she leaned over the bowl. "I can't believe that 
came out of my ass!"

She reached over and grabbed the video camera and pointed it into the 
toilet. She focused it for a closeup of the mighty turds, but 
perversely that only made the image get blurrier still. The camera 
lingered on the vague dark shapes in the bowl for what seemed like 
forever and then the picture stopped with a loud static pop and the 
screen went blank. A few seconds later the picture returned. It was, 
Jack realized, the same bathroom, the same position, but another day. 

This time the dancer was wearing a pair of army boots and a funky t-
shirt top as she climbed atop the toilet seat. 

"Here's another of my poo's for you perverts out there!" she announced 
gaily. The dancer squatted and grunted. Nothing happened. She strained 
and relaxed. Strained and relaxed. Nothing. This went on for five 
minutes.

"Ah," Jack muttered wryly to Siobhan. "Life doesn't get much better 
than this!"

The video inched along as another fruitless five minutes passed. Jack 
began to notice the sounds from the adjacent booths. The booth behind 
them seemed to have someone in it watching a Japanese S-M tape. The 
sounds of methodical whipping and muffled screams rode above an 
incongruous lilt of classical music. Meanwhile from somewhere in front 
of them came the loud smacking of a spanking video accompanied by 
nondescript Euro-rock. Moans, grunts, and exclamations from other more 
distant booths added to the cacophony.

Perhaps this is what Hell is like, Jack mused. You are stuck for 
eternity in a 3' by 4' x-rated video booth watching a film of a 
constipated woman trying to take a dump! And every hour you're forced 
to pay another twenty bucks to the sleazeball behind the counter. 

Finally a small hard ball of shit dropped out of the dancer's ass and 
she gave up on the sequence, apparently convinced that no more was 
going to emerge. There was some more static, then a change of scene to 
what was presumably the girl's bedroom - a mattress on the floor 
against a randomly spray-painted warehouse wall. The handheld camera 
jossled and showed a pile of band equipment, including a set of drums 
off in a distant corner. 

It figures, Jack thought. Who else is going to make a video like this 
than some hard-up chick working as a stripper and living in a bombed 
out warehouse with a third-rate thrash band. I wonder what she got paid 
for this? he mused.

The camera's view stablized - it was now on a tripod apparently. The 
girl placed a tray covered with aluminum foil on the mattress and 
squatted over it, pulling a short raggy dress up around her waist. She 
faced away from the camera and stuck out her ass, which was, Jack had 
to admit, a superb butt. This time there was no need to strain. No 
sooner had she taken her position than her anus widened and a large 
extrusion of shit started to slide out. It was thick, firm, and clung 
together in one long monster of a turd that scooted right out of her 
ass onto the tray below. The girl squealed with delight, as if 
expelling the shit had triggered an orgasm. She paused but a moment 
then panted loudly and another smaller turd slid out and dropped onto 
the tray. 

Despite his dark musings about Hell and constipation, this new 
defecation strongly aroused Jack. His cock grew rigid and he unzipped 
himself and pulled down the front of his undershorts, freeing his 
twitching tool. 

Meanwhile, throughout the video show, Siobhan had been sitting quietly 
beside him, occasionally squirming and shifting her weight around on 
the hard wooden seat. The dramatic delivery of this latest treasure of 
girl crap seemed to snap her out of her silence.

"Wow!" she exclaimed excitedly as the girl's impressive crap concluded 
and she delicately wiped her ass. Beside Siobhan Jack was gripping his 
cock and rubbing the ample precum all over its head. 

"Here, let me help with that!" Siobhan whispered and moved to a 
kneeling position in front of him. Her head bobbed down and she 
engulfed his engorged dick in her mouth. On screen it was another day 
and the scene shifted back to the toilet in the bathroom. The girl 
quickly came in and peeled down a black pair of biking pants. She 
seemed in a hurry, as if she had waited until the last possible moment 
to record her next poop. 

No sooner had she she clambered up on the john seat than a spray of pee 
shot down into the bowl. The girl sighed deeply with relief and then 
quickly brought her hands back to grasp her buttocks. Beneath the 
screen, Siobhan was licking and sucking madly on Jack's cock, bringing 
him right to the edge of coming. 

Again, as before, the tip of a dark brown turd forced the girl's dark 
aperture wide and then a torrent of shit shot out. This time, her 
mighty turds were bunched like grape clusters, first one bunch than 
another and another uncontrollably exiting her butt. It was both a rude 
shock and terribly exciting to see such primitive formations - like the 
inarticulate sculptures of neanderthals - pour out of the lovely bottom 
of this uninhibited dancer. 

The video girl squealed spontaneously with the pleasure of a mighty 
shit, and able to stand no more, Jack's cock erupted and flooded 
Siobhan's throat with a bath of jism.

Pt. 7

After a brief murmur of thanks to Siobhan and a sticky kiss, Jack was 
quiet and subdued as they left the video shop. During the taxi ride 
back to his loft, he sat next to Siobhan, gently kneading her thigh, 
and mulling things over. It was only once they were back inside, with 
some water heating for tea, that he broke his silence - and he did that 
only in response to Siobhan's prodding query: "Cat got your tongue?"

"Oh, I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"The video. That girl. The whole scene."

"Yes, it certainly was different from your friendly neighborhood 
Blockbuster Video! Did it disturb you?"

"No. Well, yes. Oh, I don't know."

"Jack, you can tell me. It was my idea to go there, after all! Did I 
make a serious error?"

"No! I didn't even realize that a place like that existed. It was 
something else! It's just that . . ."

"Just that what?"

"Hmm. Okay, I think I've got a handle on it. I always considered my 
kinky fantasies to be a private thing, at least until I met you. Then 
you taught me that I could act them out. That I could live those 
fantasies and change my relation to them. But up until tonight I still 
thought of our scenes as our personal universe. Do you know what I 
mean?"

"I think so. Go on."

"But suddenly, here were these shelves of videos of dozens of other 
people all over the world, doing these things for money. And then 
through some subterranean network which I can barely imagine, their 
tapes end up in this trashy video store available to anyone who walks 
in and pays the price! 

"I mean, I got off on the tape we watched. That girl was brave to do 
what she did - or, more likely - hard up for rent and drug money. But 
she also made me realize that I was getting my rocks off at her 
expense. I ended up wondering what she was going to be doing in twenty 
years. I mean where does she go from here? And that got me thinking: 
where are we headed? If she's doomed to make scat videos for the rest 
of her life, are we likewise doomed to keep watching them?"

The teapot was whistling and Jack paused to go over and pour the hot 
water into a pot of herbal tea. Siobhan looked at him intently and then 
spoke.

"Those are good questions, Jack. Luckily, I think the answers are 
probably better than you may think. My hunch is that the girl on the 
video will end up dumping the thrash band life, decide that making B.M. 
tapes was a one-shot proposition, and go on to something else. I don't 
think anyone's ever founded a career on shooting amateur toilet videos 
year after year. 

"As for you and me? Who knows? I'm still working on helping you get to 
the bottom of your psyche, no pun intended! As long as peeing and 
pooping are an issue for you - a source of shame or compulsion - then 
we're still in the thick of it. Once they become just one option for 
pleasure out of many, then you're free. 

"Okay, end of sermon. I'm even beginning to bore myself!"

Siobhan sipped her tea and smiled. Jack considered things for a minute 
or two and then got up and went over to where Siobhan was seated. 
Standing behind her, he enfolded her head and shoulders with his arms 
and hugged her to him. After a long silence he spoke.

"Alright. Enough talk. We've got tonight together and then you'll be 
busy for several days. If we really want to, maybe we can dig deeper 
tonight than we've ever done before. Let's pretend that this is the 
last chance we'll have to get this stuff out in the open. Who knows 
what tomorrow will bring? Let's pull out all the stops tonight and let 
the shit hit the fan! I'm game if you are!"

Jack bent over Siobhan's head and caught her eye. She stared back 
intensely and grinned. 

"I'm game alright! Now you're talking! Let's go for broke!"

Jack nodded and stepped back from Siobhan's chair. Then he suddenly 
knelt at her feet and with bowed head whispered urgently.

"Mistress, I want to be your toilet slave!"

***

 

Siobhan stood up and roughly grasped a handful of his hair as Jack 
knelt before her. 

"My toilet slave? What makes you think you even deserve to be my toilet 
slave?" She pulled his hair painfully and yanked his head back so that 
he was forced to look up at her. 

"I don't, mistress! I know I'm not even worthy of being in your 
presence much less being your toilet! I was just hoping against hope, 
mistress, that a miracle might occur and you would force your filth 
upon me!"

"My filth?" Siobhan spat out the words indignantly. "How dare you use 
such a term for the intimate products of my body! I'll be the judge of 
what is filth tonight! Are you such a miserable piece of human trash 
that I have to teach you the simplest matters of proper behavior?"

"Yes, mistress! Please teach me! I beg you!"

Siobhan glared fiercely at Jack and then yanked his head forward so 
that he was staring down at the hardwood floor of the loft. She let go 
and took a step towards the living room area, the click of the heels of 
her shiny black pumps echoing in the dark corners of the large loft.

"Come along, Spittle! Crawl on all fours behind me. Do you think you 
can do that?"

"Yes, mistress!"

Keeping his gaze focused on her feet, Jack followed closely on her 
heels as Siobhan strode purposefully across the hard floor to the large 
leather couch. Once, for a moment, he let himself look up at her large 
soft buttocks grinding together beneath her thin dress as she walked. 
It was one of the most beautiful sights of his life and he felt his 
pulse quicken in anticipation of being allowed once again to worship at 
the fragrant altar of her ass. Then he dropped his head and continued 
to crawl.

Siobhan stopped at the couch and turned towards her dog, 

"Stay right where you are and shut your eyes for as long as I tell 
you!"

"Yes, mistress."

Siobhan walked down to one end of the couch and slowly removed her 
dress and slip, carefully putting them aside atop a small cabinet. She 
was now clad only in her dark sheer nylons, black pumps and black lace 
undergarments. She walked back to the subservient figure on the floor.

"You may open your eyes, Spittle!"

Jack was thrilled as his gaze encompassed the sight of Siobhan's 
voluptuousness. Even held aloft in an underwired brassiere, her large 
breasts looked like they wanted to burst free and tumble out, bestowing 
their fleshy favors upon him. Her large dark areola were clearly 
visible through the lace, and the stiffness of her chewy thumblike 
nipples indicated her own excitement. The crotch of her panties was 
darkened with fragrant pussy juice.

"Down on your back! That's right!"

Jack lay back on the cold, hard floor and stared up towards the ceiling 
far above. Siobhan hovered over him, her feet on either side of his 
head. Suddenly she squatted and brought her lace-clad crotch within an 
inch of his face. 

"So tell me, my slave, what am I offering you? Can you smell my 
treasures? Do you deserve to be allowed to touch them? To taste them? 
Why should they be yours?"

Jack inhaled deeply. The strong inky aroma of a pussy in heat enveloped 
him. It was as if Siobhan's pheromones reached out and gripped his 
cock, rigidly pushing all the blood to its head in a rush.

"Mistress. I smell your intimate perfume. The drippings from your meat-
pie, the sap of your hairy lips, your fuck sauce! It is driving me 
insane! I want to lick it, to bath in it, to anoint my face with your 
love gravy! Oh mistress, my mouth is watering for your pungent cunt!"

"How sweet, little Spittle! But there's more! Is that all you can 
smell?"

Siobhan ground her ass against Jack's nose and wiggled. A gentle 
gaseous sigh emitted from between her cheeks assaulting Jack's nose 
through the sheer veil of her panties. Jack shuddered and his erect 
cock throbbed.

"Mistress! You farted right into my nose! I could hear your anus open 
and you favored me with your gas! That smell! It hints of the rich meal 
hidden in your bowels! Your beautiful shit - my taboo food! - just out 
of reach inside your ass. It's filthy! I must say it! You have foul 
sausages of dung, obscene clusters of shit, outrageous dark turds 
secreted behind your asshole. It's my night meat, marinating in your 
innards, waiting until that exquisite moment when you let it out, inch 
by inch, and present it for my worship! Oh mistress, I covet your dirt, 
I can smell it just beyond my reach! Please don't disappoint me!"

Siobhan rubbed the crack of her fanny one last time against Jack's nose 
and slowly arose. She stepped away from him and stood, hands on hips, 
contemplating his submissive form. 

"Oh, my little smear of snot, you are such a poet! I do think you 
deserve a reward for expressing your love of my treats so well! Crawl 
to me and help me remove my underthings."

Jack quickly sat up and crawled over to Siobhan. 

"Now kneel and remove my panties, Spittle. But no hands or even teeth 
this time! I want you to remove it with your tongue!"

Jack knelt and frantically pushed his face against her belly. He stuck 
his tongue out rigidly as far as he could and inserted it between the 
panties' elastic band and her warm smooth flesh. Slowly, inch by inch, 
he pushed the underwear down, licking her skin and catching the panties 
between his tongue and lip. This was hard work, and by the time he got 
her panties down over her hips he was out of breath and his tongue 
ached. Siobhan stood with the panties scrunched down and held fast at 
crotch level between her thighs, her lush pubic bush showing and her 
large clitoris peeping out. 

"Okay, my obedient slave. You may finish the job with only your prick. 
You may stand and disrobe."

Jack got up off his knees, his rigid prick clearly outlined against the 
fabric of his slacks. He tore off his clothes in record time, flung 
them aside, and stood, his erect penis dripping precum and twitching 
madly. He stepped right up to Siobhan and caught a whiff of her perfume 
amidst the mane of her hair. Bending his knees slightly he positioned 
his erection against her pubic hair and tried to slide it down between 
her pubes and the panties' waistband. He left a thin trail of precum, 
like snail slime, as he awkwardly tried to saw his prick under her 
panties. 

Lord, this was difficult! His stiff prick was angled up and to try and 
get it stuck at a downwards angle where it could ratchet her underwear 
down verged on the impossible. A sly smile shown on Siobhan's face as 
her slave tried again and again to wedge his solo prick between the 
silk and flesh. Finally, after several minutes of panting on Jack's 
part, as he rubbed against Siobhan and crisscrossed her waist with 
sticky lines of goo, he got his cock in place, like a pink crowbar. 

"Please mistress, if you spread your legs ever so slightly I think I 
can get your panties down!" Jack pleaded, afraid that his now less than 
fully erect cock would further subside before the task was done.

Siobhan relented and Jack quickly leaned over and dragged her 
underpants, now loosened from their trap between her legs, down her 
thighs. At her knees, his cock sprung loose, and the panties yielded to 
gravity and fell to her ankles. Siobhan stepped out of them delicately 
and gestured with her hands towards her bra-clad breasts.

"Very good, my pitiful devotee. I don't wish to wear you out before 
we've even begun. You may remove my bra with your hands if you like, it 
should go much quicker."

Jack hurriedly circled to Siobhan's back and grasped the hooks. His 
hands were shaking but blessedly the bra came free with a minimum of 
fumbling. Still standing behind her, he carefully pulled the straps 
over her shoulders as Siobhan removed the cups in front. She dropped 
the bra on top of her panties and stepped back, now clad only in black 
pumps and dark, elastic gartered stockings that came up to her mid-
thighs. Her enormous teats hung low on her chest, the large crinkled 
areola crowned with stiffened nipples pointing right at him. 
Unconsciously, Siobhan cradled her breasts in her small hands, petting 
them and rubbing the imprinted flesh where her bra had chaffed. A look 
of determined urgency came to the delicate features of her face.

"Oh dear! I do fear that I haven't had a chance to relieve myself since 
before dinner tonight! I feel like I'm about to burst! Where would my 
little toilet slave like for me to do my business?  How about in the 
middle of his bed? Hmm? That seems like an awfully nice place to do 
unmentionable things, eh?"

Jack gave a silent prayer of thanks that he had earlier prepared the 
bed with plastic sheets and towels. If Siobhan was true to her word she 
was going to do her dirtiest for him right there upon the padded altar 
of his bed.

Siobhan walked across the loft to Jack's bed and turned on the low 
light on the bedside table. She beckoned to him and he quickly came to 
her. She lightly put her arms around his neck and looked him in the 
eye.

"You've been a very good slave. And now, as your reward, I grant you 
your freedom. This is your bed and once we are upon it, I'll do 
whatever you wish. I'm not afraid of your desires and I'm not afraid of 
our bodies. Let's remember this night for the rest of our lives as the 
night we went all the way!" 

Siobhan raised her lips to his and Jack met them in a fiery kiss that 
set his heart pounding. His lovely toilet queen, his exquisite goddess 
of filth was offering herself to him, to grant his every wish. Twin 
trickles of sweat coursed down his sides from his armpits, like salty 
appetizers for the full course ahead. Jack's arms encircled Siobhan's 
waist and he cupped her fleshy cheeks with his hands, pulling them 
apart gently.

"Careful, lover!" Siobhan whispered impishly. "It won't take much to 
trigger an explosion!"

"Alright, Siobhan! Here, let me get in bed, and you can get on top of 
me, okay?"

Jack jumped in bed and lay down on his back in the middle. Siobhan 
quickly followed and knelt beside him.

"How do you want me, sweetheart? What would you like me to do?"

"Oh God, Siobhan! Please, I have to taste you and lick your nasty 
holes! I want to bury my face in your pussy and suck your clit and then 
lose myself in your ass! I want to tongue your asshole and taste your 
dirty juice! And then, I want to watch you shit and piss all over my 
chest! Quick! get on top of me with your head towards the other end and 
give me your pretty cunt!"

Siobhan climbed over him, in a 69 position and pressed her hairy 
privates into his face. Jack reveled in the overpowering odor of 
vaginal juices wetly coating her protruding labia. He burrowed his nose 
up and down between her lips and licked at her enormous thumb-like 
clit. Siobhan was sopping wet, more excited than he had ever seen her. 
She moaned as he ravished her, licking and nipping at her crack, 
chewing on the hairs that lined her privates and ran up between her ass 
cheeks. 

"Jack! Please, hurry! I'm in pain! I've got to go so bad and I can't 
hold it much longer!"

Jack tore himself away from her salty beaver and shifted his head up 
slightly. Reaching up with his hands he grasped her buttocks and pulled 
them widely apart.

"Just one more minute, Siobhan! Please! I need to kiss and taste your 
asshole for just one minute before you cut loose! Please?"

"Hurry, lover! Do it!"

Jack licked away frantically at her darkened anus, like a starving man 
granted a feast. The rich smell of her shit assaulted his nose and Jack 
knew the end was near. He stabbed his rigid tongue into the bulging 
flower of her ass and it touched the load of eager turds just waiting 
to escape. 

"Oh God! That does it!" Siobhan screamed. She jerked her ass forward, 
scooting her knees up a few inches on the bed, and strained. A torrent 
of pungent yellow liquid burst forth bathing Jack's belly and prick. A 
sound, midway between a grunt and a squeal escaped from her mouth and 
suddenly, before Jack's wondrous gaze, her hairy little sphincter 
opened wide and a monstrous turd pushed out. 

"Oh fuck!" Jack muttered. It was the biggest and most obscene clump of 
shit that he had ever seen. It forced itself out at an oblong angle and 
dropped with a smack onto his sopping chest. Another big cluster of 
grapeshot turds pushed out and hung for one long tantalizing moment 
before tumbling onto his chest. Siobhan sighed in a kind of animal 
ecstasy and her piss sputtered out. 

"Oh, Jesus! There's more!" Jack realized as her anus ballooned yet 
again. "C'mon, honey! You can do it!"

A smaller, softer tube of dung pushed out smoothly in one long rush, 
swirling down onto the large hard monsters below. The smell was 
unspeakable, as if Jack was trapped inside a ladies' room toilet. This 
was too much, he thought. The rankest act ever.

Or was it? Because a new inspiration arose in Jack's mind as the last 
of Siobhan's shit fell from her ass and she paused to glance back at 
her production.

"Whew! That felt wonderful! God, what a pile! Boy does it stink!"

"Oh, Siobhan, it smells great! This is so fucking insane that I can't 
believe it!" Jack stopped a moment. "But you said you'd do anything I 
wanted, didn't you?"

"Yes, Jack! This is it! This is your night!"

"Siobhan, we're only half way there! I hope you're ready because I have 
to go too! And sweetheart, I'm dying to shit all over you!"

"Then shit you shall!" Siobhan smirked. She got off Jack and lay down 
next to him on the bed. "What do you want to do with that load on your 
chest?"

"Honey, that's going to come between us!" Jack chuckled as he raised 
himself on one elbow and then rolled over on top of Siobhan. The sticky 
pile of turds mashed between their chests and spread out like a thick 
layer of chocolate frosting. Jack raised himself up and watched as 
clumps of dung dropped off of him onto the lovely girl beneath him. 

Then he clambered around on the bed and backed his butt up to Siobhan's 
face, his legs kneeling on either side of her. Siobhan, bless her soul, 
was good to her word, and started kissing and licking his ass in a 
sensuous frenzy. She drilled at his asshole with her deft little tongue 
making him shiver with excitement. 

"Siobhan!" he called back to her. "Are you ready for the ultimate? Can 
I shit in your mouth? Will you accept my turds for dessert?"

There was a pause of silence, no longer than a skipped beat, but it 
seemed to stretch forever. Then Jack heard Siobhan's throaty whisper 
barely breaking through the silence. There was a tension and a quiet 
force behind the words.

"Jack..." she said. "You can ...shit in my mouth, lover. I want to 
taste your food. I'll do anything for you!"

Years later, when many of the details of this night had grown dim in 
Jack's memory, this moment still stood out. There was a shift in the 
fabric of reality, as if an estranged part of Jack's being had suddenly 
clicked into place, and the world had rearranged itself in his favor. 

"Thank you, Siobhan!" He whispered back. "This is my most private gift. 
Thank you for taking it."

Jack crouched down on his elbows and felt the grit and grease of the 
turds squished between his trunk and Siobhan's. He fastened his lips 
around her protruding girl-dick and teased it back and forth with his 
tongue. Siobhan moaned and bucked, and he briskly inserted two fingers 
into her cunt and scooped them around. Siobhan continued to rim his 
ass, landing little lovebites in the hair around his anus, and digging 
her fingers into his cheeks. His cock swung down stiffly poking at her 
breasts, stringing precum back and forth between them. 

Judging from her thrashing and erratic stabs at his asshole, Siobhan 
was on the verge of a monumental orgasm. Jack redoubled his efforts and 
flexed his inner muscles. 

"Get ready, Siobhan! Here it comes!"

He moved his weight to his hands and pushed back against his ass. Jack 
could feel his bowels start to move, the snake of shit start to wend 
its way towards freedom. His anus enlarged and suddenly a pebbly brown 
turd poked out. Siobhan's eyes widened in a mute combination of horror 
and fascination and she tentatively touched the intruder with her 
tongue. For almost a minute, Jack kept his dung protruding, not far 
enough to break off, just far enough for Siobhan to learn it's taste 
and texture. 

Then he grunted lustily and evicted the brown bomber. It pushed between 
Siobhan's crimson lips, smearing her lipstick to a dull brown. The 
beautiful woman held the turd in her mouth like a foul cigar. Then she 
spat it out and it bounced between Jack's balls and her chin, rolling 
down into the space between her breasts. Siobhan licked her lips and 
Jack pushed again. Another smaller turd slipped out and into Siobhan's 
hungry mouth.

"Oh yes!" Jack enthused. "Oh baby! Potty mouth!"

Siobhan gargled this turd around a bit and spat it out. It too dropped 
down to her tits. Jack pushed one final time and a small, almost 
perfect sphere of shit dropped out and into Siobhan's waiting maw. 

"Eat it, Siobhan!" Jack ordered. "Please! Eat my shit!"

He jumped up from his position and swiveled around so that he was 
kneeling between her open legs. Siobhan's pussy lips were splayed open 
invitingly and he wedged his rampant dick between them, driving it home 
in one smooth, well-greased movement. Siobhan moaned, chewed the fetid 
marble, and swallowed. Jack balanced on his knees and grabbed the piles 
of fresh crap from between her breasts and smeared it all over her 
front. He scooped up another handful from her belly and mashed it onto 
his own chest, feeling the shit mush around in his chesthairs. 

The stench was terrific. They were mudpeople at the start of time. The 
original Adam and Eve acquiring forbidden knowledge. The clever snake 
of excrement had pushed forth from his bowels, tempting Siobhan until 
finally she had eaten his perfect apple-like turd. Jack crowed in glee 
as Siobhan climaxed beneath him, her cunt milking his cock, the two of 
them transformed into animals rutting in the barnyard. He felt his cum 
stir at the back of his balls, and then it came shooting forth, filling 
her cunt with spoon after spoon of pearl jam. The world shifted again 
and Jack felt himself collapse gently onto Siobhan's pillowy tits as 
she hugged him firmly between her thighs. The brave adventurer had 
finally made it home.   



Pt 8

The next three days passed blissfully for Jack. Siobhan was off with 
her Rubber Daddy and Jack returned to his painting. Mudmen rising out 
of acrylic puddles of yellow rain, rivulets of mock feces - the images 
poured out of him and onto the canvas. This show was going to raise a 
ruckus, he could feel it in his bones. 

On the fourth day he arose late from an all night work session and 
stumbled around in the kitchen fixing some coffee. While the water was 
dripping through the filter he went down to the mailslot and grabbed 
the morning paper that was lying waiting on the floor.

As soon as Jack saw the headline he got a knot in his stomach that 
wouldn't go away. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. He suddenly 
wondered if he was ever going to see Siobhan again.

"Millionaire's Mystery Death."

"Paramedics who were summoned by a 911 call to an apartment in the 
South Market Towers late last night were unable to revive the lifeless 
body of New York investment banking millionaire Cyrus Wescott III, 72. 
A Police spokesperson declined to furnish details awaiting further 
investigation and the coroner's report. 

"Police told the Post that the apartment where Wescott's body was found 
was owned by Wescott but sublet to Siobhan Hayden, 29. Hayden, a former 
sex therapist previously residing in New York, had recently moved to 
the City. Hayden accompanied Police downtown for questioning but no 
charges were filed and she was released.

"Wescott is best known as the principal figure in the leveraged buyout 
of the First Union Corporation in 1985 and was a prominent player 
in..."

Jack quit reading and threw down the paper. The good times, he thought 
to himself, are over. Siobhan's Rubber Daddy checked out for good and 
left her holding the bag. The rest, as they say, is history.

"Damn!" Jack muttered. "What a mess!"

Too distracted to work, Jack spent the afternoon pacing around the 
loft, worrying about Siobhan and running morbid scenarios in his mind's 
eye. Had Siobhan left his phone number written down somewhere in her 
apartment? What if the cops dusted the place for fingerprints? Would 
they come upon his prints in her playroom? Should he try to call her? 
What if they were keeping her under surveillance? 

Jack jumped when the phone rang suddenly about four in the afternoon. 
Police? he wondered. But by the time it had rung three times he could 
no longer restrain himself and he lunged for the phone.

"Hello?" he asked cautiously.

"You're there!" said the familiar husky voice, and Jack breathed a sigh 
of relief!"

"Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fucked! I'm at home, but I won't be for long! I guess you read the 
headlines! You can guess the rest. The old guy's heart gave out at the 
wrong moment. It was terrible!"

"Do you think they're going to try and arrest you for manslaughter or 
prostitution or . . .?" Jack asked urgently.

"No, thank God! The old man's family stepped in immediately and put on 
strong pressure - and I do mean strong! - to keep things hushed up. 
They're getting the apartment sealed off as of tomorrow morning. And 
get this! In return for not pressing charges against me, his family 
made me agree to evacuate the premises immediately and get out of their 
lives forever. This place was still in his name - in fact, most of the 
things in here technically belong to him - so there wasn't anything I 
could do! I guess I wasn't on top of things as much as I thought, huh?"

"Siobhan, honey, nobody is. Nobody is." Jack sighed ruefully. "It 
sounds like you need some place to go. Do you have somewhere? Do you 
want to stay here, at least for awhile until you get on your feet 
again?"

"Jack, you're a lifesaver! I'm packing up my clothes and what little 
they'll let me salvage right now."

"Okay. Now listen Siobhan. I've got a friend with a van who lives near 
here. Let me give him a call and see if we can come over and get you 
all moved. I'll call you right back after I talk to him and let you 
know."

***

And so it came to pass that Siobhan moved in with Jack and the voyage 
continued. The Wescott case disappeared from view and so did Siobhan's 
cozy career as a kept woman. She was thrown back on her own resources - 
which luckily included a sizable savings that she had squirreled away 
out of the reach of Wescott's family. Within a month's time Siobhan 
found and rented a small office and began to quietly rebuild her 
practice as a sex therapist.

It was now the afternoon of Jack's opening at the downtown gallery. 
Advance notice on his show had been very positive - he was being hailed 
as a new West Coast Serrano - and he was feeling victorious, if a bit 
anxious, as he and Siobhan dressed for the big night ahead. Siobhan had 
had her face and nails done professionally and looked terrific in a 
daring black dress which plunged down in front showing bountiful 
amounts of cleavage. She had promised to be his unofficial salesgirl, 
charming as many rich art patrons as she could into making the leap and 
buying a painting. Jack was very optimistic and whistled tunelessly as 
he fumbled around trying to knot a loud tie. 

"Here let me help with that!" Siobhan chuckled as she walked over to 
him. With a few quick movements her tiny hands formed a perfect knot 
and she patted his chest affectionately. 

"By the way, Jack. Since you're in such a good mood, perhaps this is a 
good time to let you in on a little secret!"

"A secret?" Jack arched an eyebrow and looked at her quizzically.

"Honey, remember 'your night' a couple of months ago when we went all 
the way?"

"Uh, yesss...?"

"Well, Jack, we really did go all the way!"

"Hunh?"

"Jack, sweetheart, I'm pregnant! I just found out for sure yesterday!"

Jack felt a dual rush of fear and joy as his blood rushed to his head. 
Siobhan pregnant? Suddenly he felt very old.

"I know he's yours, because you're the only man I've actually had 
inside me for months and months. Old Wescott never actually came near 
me. But that time when we were both covered with shit and fucking like 
mad? I'm sure that's when you zapped me."

"Siobhan... This is too much!"

"Can we keep it? I'm ready for a change. This time I'll be a Mommie for 
real!"

"Sure thing, cupcake! Wow. Pregnant."

By the time they arrived at the gallery Jack felt like he was floating 
on air. Soon however, as the exhibit space filled up with scene makers, 
art connoisseurs, and friends, he pushed the big news out of his mind 
and concentrated on his art. 

As he had predicted, his latest paintings caused quite a stir. Word of 
mouth had spread through the local fetish subculture and there were a 
good number of leather-clad and pierced denizens of the night enjoying 
the novelty of a chic art gallery full of paintings evoking the strong 
taboos of urine and feces. Even the usually more staid art collectors 
were fascinated and more than once Jack had to devise an answer to an 
earnest matron's queries about his startling choice of subjects.

One older woman in particular, a slightly frowzy blonde in her early 
forties, seemed to dog his heels, pointedly eavesdropping on his 
conversations with other attendees and periodically cornering him with 
her thoughts about this painting or that. Despite her age, there was 
something little girlish about her, not the least her high pitched 
voice which immediately grated on Jack's nerves. She had clearly made 
major inroads into the gallery's cheap Chardonnay, and by the time the 
opening began to thin out and the crowd had moved on, she made one 
final beeline toward Jack. 

Jack, flush with the pleasure of having sold no less than three 
paintings in as many hours, saw her coming out of the corner of his 
eye. Siobhan was across the room in intent conversation with a 
distinguished gentleman in an expensive suit. Jack quickly looked 
around but there was no one close at hand to save him. The tipsy blonde 
bore down on him like a speeding locomotive and caught his arm in a 
tight grip.

"Can we talk in private for a minute, Mr. Newton? I must show you 
something!" she chirped. "Here, let's go back here!"

The blonde dragged the reluctant artist down the hall at the back of 
the large room and through a door into the gallery's bathroom. Jack 
stood dumbly in the middle of the small room as the blonde pivoted and 
clicked the lock button on the doorknob.

Then she turned and came over, backing him against the wall by the 
sink, her face inches from his. Jack could smell the wine on her breath 
and was faintly revolted. Under different circumstances he might have 
found her somewhat attractive, he thought. Dark eyeshadow and mascara 
gave her a vampish look which was somewhat at odds with her insistent 
childish manner. She was small busted but her hips swelled impressively 
into a substantial butt.

"Mr. Newton! I can't tell you what your paintings do for me! They're 
so...so frank! So honest! It's as if you're not afraid to face the most 
basic things in life!"

"Oh, well, really..." Jack blustered. He had a reluctant intuition as 
to where this was leading, a sense of inevitability that gripped his 
gut and left him panting.

"My husband came here tonight and took one look and ran off to the 
nearest bar! Typical! He can't stand things like poo-poo and pee-pee!" 
A petulant look crossed her face and the infantile language underscored 
her childishness. Despite his uneasiness, Jack was perversely 
fascinated by the thick air of arrested development that enveloped her. 

"But you, Mr. Newton. You like it! I know you do!" She stared at him 
excitedly. She paused a moment and then exclaimed, "Oh no! I have to go 
tinkle! Would you like to watch?"

The blonde reached down and removed her heels and a bit unsteadily 
climbed up on the toilet seat, her face towards the wall. She hoisted 
up her dress waist high and squatted and Jack could see that she wore 
no panties beneath her panty-hose. 

Good Lord, Jack thought to himself. She's not even going to remove her 
panty-hose!

The blonde turned her head and grinned wickedly at Jack. There was the 
sigh of a pungent fart escaping and then the hiss of her pee. Urine 
flowed down into the tightly stretched crotch of her panty-hose, 
collecting there for a few moments before it began to drip through the 
saturated fabric. The evening's Chardonnay poured out of her, becoming 
a steady stream filtered by the nylon and splashing into the toilet 
below. Some of the liquid ran down her thighs inside the hose, making a 
large dark stain. The blonde sighed in relief.

When it was over, she didn't move. 

"Oh, Mr. Newton! I have to make a B.M.! I'm going to poo my panties! 
I'm so naughty, aren't I?"

"Very," Jack muttered.

He felt torn between rapt fascination and anxious dread. What if 
Siobhan came looking for him? Wasn't this a betrayal of her? He didn't 
even like this woman, yet here he was trapped in a small room as she 
dirtied herself in an exhibitionist display. 

The blonde strained and another fart escaped, a sputtering loud one 
this time. It smelt quite different from Siobhan's now familiar gas - 
sharper, more fruity.

Then, without any announcement, soft light brown shit began to push out 
from between the woman's cheeks. It looked like chocolate soft serve 
ice cream as it flowed out, filling up the seat of her panty-hose. This 
wasn't the kind of hard clumpy turds that Jack usually liked. This was 
truly poo-poo, as if produced by a small girl with a fever. Not quite 
the runs, but close.

The smell was cloyingly bittersweet and the sight was truly perverse. 
The blonde looked back at him proudly, as if she expected her Daddy to 
praise her copious production. 

"Mr. Newton! I did a big B.M., didn't I?"

"Quite."

"It feels so warm against my tushy! Would you like to kiss it?"

As if in a trance, Jack found himself kneeling at the blonde's large 
ass. Close up, the smell of her softened feces was especially 
offensive. This is sick, he thought. This is truly sick.

He pushed his face up to her bulging panty-hose. He took a deep breath 
and kissed the brown gauze. Her shit felt warm against his lips and a 
faint film of moisture leaked through the fabric.

Then suddenly Jack was rising, panicking, fighting the urge to retch. 
He grabbed the doorknob, and yanked the door open, slamming it behind 
him as he rushed out of the chamber. 

From inside came the plaintive voice of a pouting child. "Didn't you 
like my poo-poo, Mr. Newton?"

 

Pt 9 

Late that night and back home from his opening, Jack was in a state. 
While Siobhan quietly undressed and washed up before bed, Jack 
restlessly paced the floor of the loft. 

He felt as if he had chugged several double espressos in quick 
succession and his heart was pounding. Was this what life in the fast 
lane was like? he wondered. In the course of only five hours he had 
found out that Siobhan was pregnant and had sold several paintings for 
very good prices, vanquishing his financial fears for the near to 
middling future. Fine. Siobhan had talked to at least two patrons of 
the arts who looked like excellent prospects for sex therapy 
counseling. Okay. But then after an evening of defending his mental 
health to inquisitive gallery goers, there had been that grotesque 
woman in the bathroom with her soiled pantyhose inviting his kiss. 

"Am I back to square one, all over again?" he wondered. "I thought that 
these months with Siobhan had begun to put things in perspective. We 
went the limit and lived to tell the tale. I was beginning to feel free 
- free enough to enjoy kinky sex without guilt or compulsions. And 
then, tonight . . ."

Jack sighed. He felt horribly depressed by his own weakness in the face 
of the temptation of the girl-woman. And at the same time he felt 
chagrined by his frantic flight from her presence. He was revolted by 
her arrested development and, at the same time, strangely attracted to 
it. And beneath it all, he felt anxiety that she was just a mirror of 
his own condition. 

"Heavens, Jack! What is your problem?" Siobhan inquired as she padded 
back from the bathroom. She had scrubbed off her makeup and put on a 
flannel nightgown. This was the wholesome adorable Siobhan that Jack 
turned to when things got too shaky. Like tonight. She walked over to 
him and gave him a warm hug. Despite his distracted state, Jack could 
feel her bountiful tits pressing into him, her hard-nubbed nipples 
poking playfully into his chest. He clutched her tightly and sighed 
again.

"Oh, it's nothing, really. Just this woman at the show. Do you remember 
the older blonde - the really drunk one? She cornered me in the 
bathroom and decided to go potty in her panties."

"You're kidding!" 

"No, Ma'am! She thought I'd appreciate it."

"And did you?" Siobhan had a puckish grin as she looked inquisitively 
at Jack.

"Mmm - not quite. I ran out of the room."

"You ran out? Now, Jack. Was this before or after she went potty?"

Jack felt his face turn beet red and he turned his head from Siobhan's 
gaze. 

"After. After she asked me to kiss her poo-poo."

"And did you kiss it?" Siobhan persisted.

"Y-yes. But then I felt like I was going to throw up and I had to get 
out of there immediately!"

"And now you feel horrible and you hate her and you hate yourself, 
right?"

"Jesus, Siobhan!" Jack muttered testily. "Are we psychic or what?"

"We're psychic and pregnant as well!" Siobhan smiled. "Come on to bed, 
honey. You've got a little processing to do."

"Processing," Jack thought to himself as he followed her to the bed and 
began to shed his clothes. "Life has become one long therapy session."

* * *

Once they were both in bed, Siobhan reached over to the nightstand by 
her side of the bed and grabbed a small plastic bottle of love oil. She 
handed it to Jack.

"Here. My back's been aching all evening! Why don't you give me a 
massage while you describe how you feel? Is that agreeable?"

"Sure, sure." 

Jack squeezed out a wavy line of oil onto Siobhan's back, making her 
momentarily shiver. Squatting over her butt, he lowered himself down 
gently, his flaccid cock flopping against the crack in her ass. He 
spread the oil around on her back and started to carefully knead the 
muscles in her lower back. After a minute of concentration on her 
flesh, he sighed and returned to his darkened state of mind.

"Siobhan, I just feel totally defeated. Here I am, a grown man with the 
psyche of a baby! I don't know if it was that incident with my poop and 
my mother when I was a year old, or later battles over toilet training. 
But whatever it was, it's made me totally hung up on piss and shit!

"I know, I know! All our scenes and acting out were supposed to get me 
free of my compulsions. And my paintings, too! I mean, I should be 
happy that my art was so well-received tonight and that people are 
willing to pay thousands of dollars to live with one of my shitstorm 
extravaganzas on their wall. 

"But I still feel like a filthy child. That woman tonight was able to 
zero right in on my wavelength and lead me into the sickest kind of 
encounter, right there in the gallery bathroom! I felt sucked into it, 
despite myself!

"Earlier tonight you told me we're going to have a baby! That's great 
news and I'm excited. But I suddenly feel like I've only got seven 
months to grow up, quit being the baby myself, and become a parent!

"And at the same time, I just want to bury my face in your ass and 
inhale your dark perfume and make love to your anus. I want to forget 
everything and lose myself in your soft flesh, your private smells, 
your own champagne and your dark caviar. I want to make everything go 
away and just commune with our secret pleasures."

Jack scooted back to kneel with his knees on either side of Siobhan's 
thighs. His oily hands vigorously kneaded the soft flesh of her 
derriere, rubbing her cheeks together in slow circles and massaging the 
dimpled triangle at the base of her spine. Siobhan sighed. 

"God, that feels good, Jack. Though you do seem to be sliding a bit off 
my back!" She ground her pelvis against his caressing hands, and parted 
her legs. Jack backed off her thighs and knelt between her calves, 
letting his hands drift down into the hairy valley between her cheeks.

"Sweetheart, you just have to remember that we're not stuck in an 
either/or universe. You're not either a baby or an adult. And we're not 
operating on some sort of do-or-die schedule. Cut yourself some slack. 
Really!"

Siobhan quivered as Jack's fingers lightly danced back and forth from 
her hairy sphincter to the drooling lips of her pussy.

"As for that woman tonight. Let's face it: your paintings in this show 
are scatological. That's unique; it makes your stuff memorable. But it 
also attracts others who get a buzz off these things. That woman didn't 
have to be a rocket scientist to guess that you might be a good 
candidate for her little show-and-tell."

"Yeah, yeah." Jack muttered. Keeping his hands on her ass, he eased 
himself down onto his stomach and brought his face to within an inch or 
two of her glistening buttocks. He closed his eyes and breathed in 
deeply, his nostrils flairing as he picked up the scent of her dark, 
wrinkled asshole mingled with the musk of her excited cunt. Siobhan 
blithely chattered on. 

"In fact I would have thought you would have gotten a big kick out of 
her little act. It doesn't phase me to hear about it. Why did you have 
such a bad reaction? Do you have any clues on that?"

Jack nuzzled his nose up against her oily sphincter, as if trying to 
push a stubby little pencil into the world's tightest sharpener. His 
tongue flicked out and teased her perineum. Siobhan bucked like a wild 
pony. She was responding to his urgent worship of her ass, but still 
trying to draw out the mysterious roots of his discomfort hidden deep 
in the recesses of his psyche. 

"Jackkk?"

Jack came up for air and momentarily paused while he thought about 
earlier that evening. 

"Now that you mention it, maybe I do." He playfully bit one of Siobhan 
smooth buns and enjoyed her yelp of surprise. 

"Finding out you're pregnant and having my opening tonight were about 
as adult as it gets. I went to the gallery feeling totally grown up and 
responsible. But that woman with her poo-poo blew my whole trip: she 
pulled me back into my own naughty child mode which wasn't really my 
idea right then. And then, to make matters worse, she kept calling me 
'Mr. Newton,' as if I were a grown up and she were the naughty child."

"In other words, it sounds like you got totally mixed up. Sort of re-
traumatized all over again."

Jack lowered his head back down to her ass and gently pried her pillowy 
cheeks apart. He gave her oily anus a furtive lick, trying hard to 
discern the savory taste of her night chocolate.

"Yeah! Re-traumatized! That's the ticket!"  He snorted playfully. Then 
he sat up and paused thoughtfully. 

"Basically, I think the problem is that my biggest turn on is being the 
bottom. I like being the little boy or Jackson the butler or Baby 
Jackie best. I can get into being the top now and then, but only when 
I've actively decided to do it! The problem with that woman tonight was 
that none of it was my idea. Instead, my idea of who I was kept getting 
jerked back and forth. And mainly - I wasn't in the mood! I was feeling 
a special link with you and the idea of our future together. I wasn't 
cruising for a poo-poo session with a stranger!"

"Oh, Jack! That's so sweet of you!" Siobhan raised up on her elbows and 
looked back at him. "However, judging from your massage, it feels like 
you're cruising for one with me!"

* * *  

Jack smiled back at her.

"Good guess! I'm feeling much better now that we've talked about 
things."

"And I'm feeling much better since you started massaging me. How about 
finishing off what you've started!"

"Will do, Ma'am! Just relax and let Jackson take care of you."

Jack traced his fingers down either side of her spine and returned to 
her ample bottom. Using his left hand he spread her cheeks once again, 
baring her juicy anus to the night air. Then he stuck the thumb of his 
right hand in his mouth and sucked. For just a second he was back in 
his crib, finding comfort from his mouth. He quickly removed his thumb, 
now covered with saliva, and pressed it gently against Siobhan's 
sphincter. 

"Madam needs a colonic massage for optimal health!" he announced.

"She does, does she?" Siobhan asked wryly.

"Yes Ma'am! The removal of toxins and excess waste matter will 
invigorate Madam and clear her passages for better access. Allow me to 
demonstrate."

"Very well, Jackson. I trust your expertise."

"Thank you, Ma'am!"

The faithful manservant gently wiggled the tip of his thumb into the 
puckered confines of his mistress's ass. The mixture of love oil and 
spit helped his digit slide right in up to the first knuckle. There was 
a sharp intake of breath as Siobhan pressed herself down against the 
bed and let her anus relax. Jack's thumb suddenly slipped entirely into 
the close quarters of her ass. It was not alone.

As he had suspected, deep within her Siobhan had a secret treasure 
awaiting him. His intruding thumb bumped into a grainy-textured turd, 
firm but slippery. 

"Ah, success!" He exulted.

"Yes?"

"Indeed! We have located the waste material! Shall we proceed with 
removal?"

Siobhan squirmed against his thumb. Jack tried to slide his digit up 
between her shit chunk and the colonic lining, trying desperately to 
get a sense of the size of her log. He could feel it's pebbled surface 
but could gain no idea of its length. 

"Very Well. Proceed!"

Siobhan raised her bottom off the bed and brought her knees up under 
her to better support herself. She scooted one of her hands beneath her 
crotch, giving it ample access to her steaming cunt and unfurled clit. 
From within the pressing confines of her rectum, Jack's thumb sensed 
the tense vibrations as she rubbed her pussy briskly.

Shit! he thought to himself. It was hard to manuever his thumb in 
there. Better to try the index finger instead.

"Mm. Excuse me while I change tools," he muttered. He slid his thumb 
out gently and brought it up to his face. There were bits of shit stuck 
to its tip and it gave off a funky smell of oil and feces that excited 
Jack terribly. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, savoring the 
bitter taste of her stool. It had a taste all its own that he had come 
to consider his private treat over the last couple of months. Then he 
coated his index finger with a thick layer of spit and reapproached her 
hair-ringed asshole.

Again he teased his way in. By now her outer sphincter was all spongy 
and Siobhan quivered as he see-sawed his finger tip past the soft 
tissue. With a gentle persistence he probed inward until his finger was 
fully parked inside her blooming tush. Again he caught his breath as he 
came upon the turd. To his chagrin, however, he rapidly discovered that 
his index finger gave him no better purchase against the slippery 
chunk. The turd was deep inside his mistress's rectum and kept 
retreating out of reach in response to his attempts to probe beyond its 
tip.

"Madam's waste specimen is not cooperating with the excavation 
procedure," he announced ruefully. As if in response, Siobhan anus 
gripped his finger even more tightly.

"Oh dear! What do you suggest, Jackson? You're the expert!"

"I fear that Madam must make an effort from her end, so to speak. 
Perhaps if she would endeavor resolutely to push the stools out we 
would have better luck!"

"If you insist, Jackson. But your instrument feels so, ah, stimulating 
I'm sure it's of some help!" Siobhan had two fingers crammed in her 
slathering cunt and Jack could feel them clearly through her rectal 
membrane. 

"Here, Ma'am. You push hard from within and I'll guide the waste out 
with my instrument. I'm sure it will work satisfactorily."

Siobhan grunted lustily and tightened the muscles in her bowels. A 
series of sharp farts escaped around Jack's finger sounding uncannily 
like a muted trumpet. The rich odor of her gas wafted up to Jack's 
nose, teasing him and making his now rock-hard boner throb.

From within her ass Jack could feel her colon undulate and then there 
was her shit pressing urgently against his finger. He beckoned it 
onward, swirling his digit in circles and loosening her outer 
sphincter. Siobhan's hand was stabbing sensuously at her cunt, tweaking 
her outsized clitoris and slipping in and out of her labia. A hum 
seemed to rise in her throat, vibrating her whole body. 

Then she emitted a squeeling grunt and the onrush of her shit became 
unstoppable. She shuddered in ecstasy as her turd evicted Jack's finger 
and her anus widened grotesquely. A giant torpedo of dark grainy 
chocolate emerged into Jack's waiting hands. It stank to high heaven 
but for Jack, as he cupped her warm steaming offal before him, there 
was no finer perfume on earth. Tears came to his eyes and a sob rose in 
his throat. He was overcome with the beauty of this moment and he 
raised his cupped hands up to an unseen diety in grateful offering. 
This, this was the stuff of life, the manna of old, the food of the 
gods. His chest heaved and tears trickled down his cheeks. Life was 
good. His anxieties were banished. All was well.

* * *

The ritual of dark forbidden love was hardly over, however. Siobhan had 
come in a long hissing tremor at the climax of her defecation. But her 
hand paused only a moment before reapplying itself to her clit. She was 
building from a plateau of heated pleasure, rising slowly towards a yet 
higher peak of obliteration. 	Jack lowered his cupped hands and stared 
at her dung. Then without a moment's hesitation he slapped the gooey 
mess onto the small of her back.

"Madam's compress," he explained earnestly. "There's nothing better for 
soothing an aching back than warm mud."

"Fuck that!" Siobhan uttered sharply, her fever of lust pushing all 
play-acting aside. "You just like to get dirty! You're a dirty boy! 
You're a shit lover! You're a fucking pervert!" There was a moment's 
pause, then her fingers flew at the base of her clit and she moaned. 
"And I love it! I love our dirt. I love your cock! I love the stink! 
Oh, baby! I need your cock in my ass! Jack, please! Fuck my ass! It's 
itching for you!"

Jack reached over and grabbed the plastic bottle of love oil. He 
squirted lines of oil back and forth on his rigid cock as if he were 
spreading mustard on a ballpark frank. Then he pried Siobhan's buttocks 
apart and stuck the nozzle of the bottle into her anus and squirted 
some more. He guided his oil-laden cock up to her wrinkled orifice and 
pushed. It slowly entered. Even with plenty of lube, the fit of her 
anus was exquisitely tight and Jack loved the feel of her close 
enclosure. 

"Oh yess! That's it! Plug that dick in there, you filthy beast!" 
Siobhan wriggled her ass back towards him, sucking the rest of his cock 
into her bowels. Her fingers flew in and out of her pussy, up around 
her clit, back to her cunt, in a wild frenzy of excitement. 

The stench of fresh shit permeated the air, and Jack immersed his hands 
in the gooey brown pile sitting in the small of Siobhan's back. He 
brought a finger up to his mouth and sucked. Her now familiar acrid 
taste assaulted him with its subtlety. The grainy texture reminded him 
of Mexican chocolate while the smell summoned to mind images of drippy 
French cheeses, aged to perfection. He reapplied his hands to Siobhan's 
back, massaging her muscles with the foul brown paste.

Pushed past the point of grand intoxication, his senses exploded and he 
was thrust into another realm of perception. Siobhan's moaning cries 
became the neighing of a dappled horse upon which he rode bareback. 
From her muscular back sprouted wings and Jack found himself borne 
aloft by a feminine Pegasus. He grasped the flowing hair of her mane 
and held on for dear life. Her grip on his cock was sensational and far 
below he sensed her tension build. 

Siobhan screamed in an outburst of pleasure/pain as her orgasm engulfed 
her. Her rectum spasmed and forced out Jack's member as if it were a 
turd whose time had come. The sudden rush of cool air on his cock 
tickled Jack over the edge and his dick exploded, long spurts of spunk 
sailing onto Siobhan's back and bottom. He shook himself as from a 
dream. His steed had flown away setting him back down into the muck of 
the earth beside his stinking rose. Siobhan collapsed in a heap and 
Jack lowered himself onto the soft bed beside her. He reached down and 
brought the bedcovers up over them. And there they lay in the warmth of 
their filth, exhausted but satiated.

"Life just doesn't get better than this!" Jack mused as he drifted off 
into a deep sleep. 

    

pt 10

It was late the next morning when the phone rang. Jack and Siobhan were 
sipping their wake up coffees when the sound echoed through the loft. 

Jack answered it begrudgingly, reluctant to dive into the day's events 
quite yet.

"Mr. Newton?"

Good grief, Jack thought to himself. Not her!

"Mr. Newton! This is Arlene Carmichael. I don't know if you remember me 
from your opening last night, but..."

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Carmichael. I recall you quite well!"

Jack put his hand over the receiver and hissed at Siobhan.

"It's her! The pooping blonde!"

Obliviously, the voice on the other end of the line continued. 

"Mr. Newton, I just wanted to apologize if I...well, if I embarrassed 
you last night. I was, um, a little intoxicated I'm afraid and perhaps 
I was a little presumptuous..."

As this speech came out haltingly, Siobhan was suddenly gesturing 
wildly at Jack. He put his hand back over the receiver as she whispered 
loudly.

"Jack! I've just had an idea! Invite her over! Please! This could 
really click!"

Jack grimaced back at Siobhan, trying to take in her requests while the 
blonde on the phone was rambling on.

"...I know that just because your paintings, er, spotlight certain 
human actions that doesn't mean that, well, you necessarily want to 
have them forced upon you. I mean..."

Despite his irritation at the woman's hand-wringing, Jack felt a pang 
of pity. Lord knows, he was hardly one to cop a superior attitude when 
it came to obsessions. He glanced over at Siobhan and winced as she 
shook her fist and mouthed the words "Invite her!" "Okay, okay!" he 
mouthed back at her. The blonde was still apologizing.

"I realized once you ran from the room that maybe I went too far. I was 
devastated! I can't begin to..."

"Please! Arlene! Enough! Okay?" Jack sputtered. "Don't worry about it. 
Why don't you come by my studio for a visit? We can talk more then, 
alright?"

Jack was amused by the speed with which the woman accepted his 
invitation, practically stuttering as she got his address and 
directions. He wrapped up the conversation swiftly: 

"Two o'clock. Tomorrow afternoon. Fine. See you then."

As he hung up the phone he turned to Siobhan with a quizzical look on 
his face. She stared back at him impudently.

"Jack! Relax! I just had a flash on how she can really help us sort 
things out! Honest! Let me handle the whole thing. This could really be 
good!"

"Yeah, right! That's just what I need! Ms. Poopy Pants! I swear, 
Siobhan, sometimes..."

"Oh hush! Leave it to me... Have I let you down yet?"

"Well, no..."

"Alright then! Can it!"

***

Jack spent the rest of the day noodling around the loft, cleaning up in 
anticipation of the visit the next day from his dreaded guest. Shortly 
after lunch, Siobhan went out shopping, saying only that she'd be back 
before dark. Time seemed to drag forever and then suddenly it was the 
next day and time for Arlene's arrival.

Jack had dressed a little more formally than he usually would for a 
Sunday afternoon. In an attempt to distance himself from Arlene's 
infantile tendencies, he withdrew into himself and put on a somber 
face. This woman was not going to draw him into another of her 
ridiculous scenes. No way!

Still, when the buzzer rang for the loft's street door, Jack started 
uneasily. Siobhan waved him back into his seat and went off to answer 
the door herself. It's the least she can do, he thought to himself. 
After all, this was all her idea!

When Siobhan returned she had Arlene with her and Jack was chagrined to 
see that they seemed to be chatting excitedly with each other as if 
they were long lost friends. Jack felt a pang of jealousy that he did 
his best to suppress. 

Siobhan ushered them all into the kitchen area and had Jack put on some 
water for tea. Then she got down to business.

"Arlene, you should know that I had Jack invite you over after he told 
me about your little encounter at the Opening last night!"

The older blond blushed deeply and her composure crumpled. Inwardly 
Jack smirked to himself. Where only moments before there had been a 
poised woman in her forties, there was now a wary little girl in a full 
grown woman's body. 

"I told you I was sorry, Mr. Newton!" she pleaded, her voice tightening 
up to the high pitched child's tone she had seduced him with the night 
before. "I can't help myself! Certain things just get me excited and 
before I know it I'm messin' up again!"

She burst into tears and sobbed, her face in her hands. Through her 
tears she wrenched her words out awkwardly.

"Why did I come here today? I thought maybe we could be friends. But 
you two just want to make me feel bad! You just want to laugh at me! 
Everyone does!"

Jack's momentary glee at her discomfort gave way to a wave of sympathy 
for Arlene. 

Siobhan went over to the weeping woman and put her arm around her 
shoulder. Arlene clutched at Siobhan and hid her face in the comforting 
mounds of Siobhan's enormous breasts. Her sobs were muffled by the 
fabric of Siobhan's blouse.

"There there! You don't have to worry, Arlene! We do want to be your 
friends."

"You do?" Arlene pulled back and looked up at Siobhan uncertainly.

"Of course we do! That's why we invited you over! You're not so bad, 
you know. Jack and I like to do naughty things too, don't we Jack?" 
Siobhan shot Jack a firm "get with the program!" look and he nodded 
tentatively.

"In fact, Jack and I are going to be parents soon, and I thought that 
perhaps you'd like it if we practiced with you!"

"You'd do that? You'd be my Mommy and Daddy?" A look of almost painful 
hope came to Arlene's tear-streaked face. 

"I'm sure it would be fun, wouldn't it Jack?"

A light dawned in Jack's brain as he realized what Siobhan was setting 
up. Just last night he had expressed his doubts about being able to 
"grow up" in time for the baby's arrival in seven months. Ever 
resourceful, Siobhan seized upon the opportunity that Arlene presented 
to get him used to being a parent. Perhaps in the safe environment of 
their loft he could transform what had seemed so off-putting in the 
gallery bathroom the night before. It was worth a shot. As usual, 
Siobhan was in control and her instincts usually proved true.

"Yeah, I think it could be fun!" he replied, warming to the idea. "Just 
don't call me Mr. Newton, Arlene! From now on I'm Daddy, okay?"

"Oh Daddy!" Arlene cooed blissfully. "We're going to have lots and lots 
of fun!"

* * * 

The two doting parents were now seated over on the couch with their 
little girl between them. 

"And just how old is my little Arly?" Siobhan asked, trying to get 
acclimated to Arlene's world. 

"Two!" the blonde exclaimed brightly.

"And does Arly still wear diapers?"

"Yes! She poo-poos and pees in her panties all the time! She's a bad 
little girl!"

"And did Arly wear diapers here today?"

"Yes, Mommy!"

"Maybe she'd like to show Mommy and Daddy?"

"Okay!" Arlene excitedly got up from the couch and began to shed her 
adult clothing. As she removed her loose dress and slip Jack was 
astounded to see that Arlene was wearing a big adult diaper encased in 
the largest yellow plastic panties he had ever seen. Once she had 
removed her blouse and bra he was further surprised by her diminutive 
chest. Arlene had almost no breasts - she was the flattest woman Jack 
had ever seen - and her nipples were tiny pink buttons the size of 
pennies. Standing before them clad only in her diapers, Arlene had an 
uncanny resemblance to an outsized baby girl, complete with a childish 
pot belly. When she stuck her thumb in her mouth and started sucking 
the illusion was complete.

Siobhan gestured Arlene over to her and felt her around her panties. 

"Does Arly need her diapers changed?"

"Arly wet!" the blonde declared. And Siobhan could feel some dampness 
sloshing inside her panties. 

"Well, Jack! I think you can help with this! You're going to need to 
learn how to change plenty of diapers in the days ahead! Don't think 
that I'm going to do all the work!"

Jack rolled his eyes. He was still not quite sure that this was how he 
wanted to spend his afternoon. But he also didn't have much choice. 
Adopting a hearty upbeat attitude he got up and looked around. 

"Okay. Fine. But do we have clean diapers? What are we going to change 
Arly into?"

"Look behind the couch. There's a big bag full of stuff."

Jack went behind the couch and discovered a large plastic shopping bag 
full of baby supplies. This must have been what Siobhan was out 
shopping for yesterday, he realized. What a mind-reader, he mused. She 
knew that Arlene would be their big baby to practice on, even before 
Arlene did!

"C'mon Arly! Let's change your diapies." Jack pointed back to the 
kitchen table. "I guess that'll be your changing table. Can you climb 
up on it?"

Arlene skipped gaily over to the table and clambered up on top, lying 
down on her back with her knees raised. 

"Now, Siobhan, you gotta help me here. How do I do this?" Jack looked 
at Arlene helplessly as she grinned back at him. 

"It's easy. First you take the plastic panties off. Okay, good. Now, 
see those strips on each side? Just pull them loose."

Jack undid the diapers and pulled the thick damp fabric away from 
Arly's crotch. He got another shock as he spied her exposed pussy. It 
was as hairless as a newborn - Arlene had shaved herself clean! Her fat 
protruding pink pussy lips contrasted with the pale skin surrounding 
her cunt. The skin looked damp and, indeed, a stale odor of urine 
wafted up to Jack's nose. He wrinkled his nose reflexively.

"I went wee wee!" Arlene chuckled impishly.

"Yes you did! Alright let's get you cleaned up." Jack looked to Siobhan 
again. 

"You're doing just fine so far, Daddy! There's some baby wipes and new 
diapers in the bag there. Just pull the old diaper out of there and 
wipe her clean all around her pee pee and bottom."

Jack did as she instructed, watching Arlene giggle as he wiped the cool 
wipe pad against her labia. 

"Okay. Now get out the baby powder and one of the clean diapers."

Jack bent over and rooted around in the bag. Here were the diapers, but 
where was the baby powder? Finally after a stretch of rummaging he 
found the plastic dispenser in the very bottom of the bag. He stood 
back up only to be presented with the sight of Arly avidly playing with 
herself right on the table top. From the looks of things she was 
already close to coming, her hand mashing away at her clit and slipping 
in and out of her now dripping cunt. Jack was struck speechless.

"It's okay, Daddy." Siobhan counseled. "Little children are such randy 
creatures! I think if we interfere it would just traumatize her. And we 
don't want that, do we?"

Jack was standing mutely at the foot of the table between Arly's legs. 
His gaze was locked into her's, and as the naked girl-woman fingered 
herself urgently, she looked at him with impossibly wide eyes, as if 
she were looking right through him to some riveting vision beyond. 

A sob rose in her throat and her knees wobbled back and forth as her 
release overtook her. She pressed her thighs together tightly, riding 
the orgasm for all it was worth, and then let her legs fall open. She 
quivered and a geyser of pee suddenly shot out from her exposed pee-
hole and hit Jack right on his chest, drenching his shirt in warm 
yellow urine. 

"Arly! That's not nice! You've got Daddy all wet!" Siobhan was trying 
to be stern while holding back her laughter. 

Jack's cock hardened into a throbbing boner and he nearly came in his 
pants. Jeez, what a scene! Is this what parenthood is really like? he 
wondered. 

"Arly! Now I'm going to have to clean you all over again. And me too! 
You certainly are a bad little girl! I'm shocked!" Jack got some paper 
towels and wiped up the piss from the floor and table top and mopped at 
his shirt. Then he took a baby wipe and cleaned the now docile woman 
all over again. He quickly powdered her and slid a clean diaper in 
place, fastening it and then pulling her panties back on again. Finally 
the task was done and Jack felt ready for a good stiff drink. Man, this 
parenting was hard work!

Arlene sat up on the table top and looked expectantly at her new 
parents. Siobhan spoke first.

"So, does Baby Arly feel better now? All nice and clean and relaxed? Is 
she getting hungry perhaps? Is it time to nurse?"

Arlene's eyes widened again as she watched Siobhan begin to unbutton 
her own blouse. 

"Oh, Mommy! Milk time! Can I suck your tatas?"

"That's what they're for, Baby! Mother Nature designed them just for 
you!"

Arlene jumped off the table and let Siobhan lead her over to the couch. 
Jack watched jealously as Siobhan removed her top and bra, her fleshy 
breasts falling free, their dark nipples protruding. She settled into 
the couch and let Arlene lie with her head in her lap. The heavy teats 
reaching down to the waiting baby and Siobhan moaned softly as Arly 
opened her mouth wide and sucked as much tit-flesh into her mouth as 
she could. 

The two women gave contented little sighs and the perfume of their 
excited cunts permeated the air. Jack watched the scene with a mixture 
of arousal and resentment, his throbbing dick pushing his pants out in 
front of him. Able to stand it no longer he unzipped his fly and hauled 
his cock out. The florid head was dripping precum and he smeared it all 
over the shaft, stroking it madly.

Siobhan shifted Arly to her other tit, and squirmed against the leather 
couch. She looked up at Jack and flashed a mischievious smile.

"Now, Daddy! Don't go wasting your precious protein all by yourself! I 
think my milk's just about spent, and I'm sure Baby Arly's still hungry 
isn't she?"

Arlene shifted her eyes to take in the sight of Jack's stiff cock. She 
pulled back from the crinkled brown nipple and murmured, "Oh yes! Give 
me pacifier!"

"Come here, Daddy!" Siobhan shifted over on the large couch, making 
room for him. "Why don't you lean back here and let Baby Arly have some 
protein? I'm sure you'll both enjoy it!"

Jack quickly disrobed, peeling off his pee-soaked shirt and unbuttoning 
his pants. He flopped down on the couch and watched as Arlene crawled 
over Siobhan's lap and made her way to his. Without a word she grabbed 
his meat stick and engulfed it with her mouth. The feeling was 
exquisite. Jack leaned back and let himself surrender to the sensuous 
attack. 

Siobhan watched approvingly for a moment and then rose, making more 
room for Jack to recline. She stepped out of her dress and panties and 
stood beside the pair on the couch, fondling her nipples with little 
pinches. Jack was now lengthwise on the couch, his head flat against 
the seat cushion, staring up intently at the ceiling far above. 

"While Baby keeps sucking, Mommy's going to feed Daddy some juice!" she 
announced. 

Jack moaned expectantly and Siobhan climbed up on the couch, squatting 
with her snatch directly over his face. The smell of excited pussy was 
all-encompassing. With her hand on her giant erect clit, steering it 
like a joy stick, she settled her dripping lips onto his nose and 
mouth, almost smothering him with her wrinkled love flesh. Her 
plentiful pubic hair tickled Jack's cheeks and chin. Jack reached up 
with his hands and grasped her hips, guiding her forward a bit so that 
he could catch a breath before he dove back into her hairy beaver. 
Arlene licked up and down on his shaft, alternating her sucking with 
tender pinchs and ball fondling. 

"Oh, Daddy! Mommy's almost there! Don't stop now!" Siobhan hissed. 
"Keep licking and stick your finger in Mommy's anus!"

Jack rubbed a finger back and forth along her slit, covering his digit 
with vaginal juices. Then he teased at her wrinkled orifice, toying 
with her juicyness and savoring the sharp odor of her anal vapours. His 
finger slipped in joint by joint entering into her tight chamber of 
treasures, her colonic storehouse. She had never failed him yet. He 
could feel his digit squish right into a soft mass of shit, and he 
thrilled to the feel of the grainy texture slithering around between 
his finger and the smooth colonic wall.

"Oh yes! That's it! Mommy's got a poopy ass, too! And Daddy's finger 
feels so good stirring it up! Oh God! Oh yes! Whip it around, fuck it 
Jack, fuck it!"

Jack was shaking and he knew the end was near. Down by his crotch he 
heard a high small voice asking,

"Can Arly finger Daddy's poo hole, too?"

Jack grunted his assent and immediately he could feel Arlene's spit-
wettened finger playing at the entrance to his anus. His shaft 
disappeared back into her mouth and her sucking resumed. Siobhan was 
mashing her snatch all over his face, madly pinching her clit and 
flexing her sphincter around his sticky finger. She screamed huskily, 
and slapped him roughly on his chest as her orgasm engulfed her, her 
copious ejaculate squirting all over Jack's face.

This was too much for the sex-drenched Daddy. He could feel the spunk 
explode from deep within his balls, powering up his shaft until it 
spurted out in great gobs onto Baby Arly's waiting tongue. Suddenly 
Siobhan grunted and expelled his finger from her anus. She rose 
slightly and her sphincter widened. A torrent of soft brown shit forced 
itself out onto Jack's horror-struck face. He closed his eyes and 
inhaled deeply as the noxious waste enveloped him. A peace settled over 
him as the human mud encased him in its warm embrace. From far away he 
heard a high small voice exclaim.

"See, Mr. Newton? I knew you liked poo-poo!

pt 11

The months of Siobhan's pregnancy sped by. In the wake of his gallery 
show, Jack found himself in the enviable position of a newly successful 
painter. He had sold nearly all of the paintings shown at the gallery 
and had private expressions of interest for commissioned pieces as 
well. Even after the gallery's sizable cut, this left him with 
sufficient income to smooth out his anxiety about the year ahead with a 
baby on the way. 

Siobhan, for her part, had met two new clients at Jack's opening and 
now had a small but steady part-time sex therapy practice which assured 
additional income.

With food and shelter issues taken care of, Jack and Siobhan were now 
faced with the challenge of living together and making room for a soon-
to-arrive infant. They were getting plenty of practice courtesy of 
their new "daughter" Arlene. For several weeks Arlene came over for 
regular sessions as Baby Arly, until Jack was sure that he could now 
changes diapers in his sleep if he needed to.

In the course of his intimate interactions with Arlene he had grown 
fond of the childish woman and learned to respect her willingness to 
act out her impulses in an uninhibited manner. So it was that his ears 
perked up with curiosity one Friday when he overheard Siobhan and 
Arlene in playful discussion while he cleaned up from painting prior to 
a new scene with Arlene. 

The older blonde had come over in the late afternoon with plans to stay 
the night. Her husband was off on a business trip and left to her own 
devices she had hurried over to Jack and Siobhan's loft with high hopes 
for a weekend of diapered play. 

Judging from the snippets of conversation he was picking up, Jack 
concluded that Siobhan had slightly different plans in mind.

"...of course it doesn't hurt to turn the tables, now and then!" 
Siobhan was telling Arlene. 

"Oh, no doubt you're quite right," the older woman replied. "It's just 
that some ruts are so pleasant to fall into!"

"I hear you, Arlene," Siobhan said in her best therapeutic manner, 
causing Jack to smile to himself as he washed out his brushes at the 
sink. "But look at it this way: if we keep going to the same movie over 
and over, eventually we're going to grow sick of it. Do you want us all 
to grow tired of Baby Arly!"

"Nnoooo," Arlene said in a drawn out voice, mimicking her best Arly 
pout. 

"Well, okay then! For tonight at least, let's turn the spotlight back 
on Jack and explore some of his kinks some more. You know, you're not 
the only one who feels like..." 

The last of their conversation was lost for Jack as he put his brushes 
and paints away and changed out of his painting clothes. But he had 
heard enough to feel an edge of tension and excitement start to grow in 
his gut. Even at seven months pregnant and heavy with child, Siobhan 
still had a taste for intense scenes of exploration and discovery. Jack 
shivered with anticipation.

* * *

It wasn't until an hour later as the three were polishing off a 
delicious feast of beef stroganoff and sauteed vegetables that Arlene 
had prepared that Jack got a sense of where things were headed. With a 
sly look in her eye, Siobhan had asked him if he could recall the most 
embarrassing incident of his childhood. 

Jack thought for a moment and blushed as an episode replayed itself in 
his mind's eye. 

"Okay, I've thought of it."

"Fine. Would you like to share it, Jack?"

"Well, not really. It is embarrassing after all,"  Jack smiled 
reluctantly.

"C'mon, Jack! If it still embarrasses you then you need to get it off 
your chest! If nothing else, you ought to have learned that by now!"

"Oh, alright!" Jack gave in. "It happened when I was eight. As you 
know, back when I was a baby I ended up in a big tug-of-war with my 
mother over toilet training. After that incident with the shit in my 
crib, she had me wearing diapers and panties all the way through day 
care and nursery school until I was five!"

"Wow!" Arlene exclaimed. "Some people have all the luck!"

Jack smiled at the blonde's admiring outburst and relaxed a little. 
Before he could continue, Siobhan interjected with a question.

"Were the diapers her idea or yours? Did you enjoy wearing them?"

"At this point I'm not sure any more. I think the situation was that 
I'd just stubbornly hold in my pee and poop until I was about to burst 
and then I'd have "accidents" when I was nowhere near a toilet. I think 
I've blanked most of it from my memory but I know that we went through 
hell and highwater trying to get me to agree to use a toilet in a 
normal fashion. My guess is that my mother would have loved to ditch 
the whole diaper bit early on but she couldn't get me to cooperate.

"Finally, once I was in Kindergarten, she just totally shamed me into 
giving up diapers. I was supposed to be a big boy now; big boys didn't 
wear diapers; big boys used the toilet like an adult; and I didn't want 
the other kids to laugh at me, did I? I ended up having to consciously 
choose to grow up and control myself. It was quite an issue. I suppose, 
that's why the thought of me wearing diapers again - even just to play 
around like Arly - is out of the question for me. I went through too 
much hell learning to outgrow them to want to reopen that wound!"

Arlene squirmed around on her seat and Jack wondered to himself whether 
she had come over to the loft wearing diapers under her fashionable 
dress or not.

"So, what about when you were eight?" Siobhan reminded him.

"Oh, right! Well, here I was in the third grade and all that toilet and 
diaper stuff was behind me now. But one summer day my mother asked me 
to go to the grocery to get a carton of milk. I took off on my bike but 
by the time I arrived at the store I realized I really had to pee! I 
hadn't in hours and the bike ride really got to my bladder. But there 
was nowhere to go! I was too embarrassed to piss against the building 
right in public, but there wasn't a public bathroom at the grocery. So 
I just tried to hold it. It was killing me!

"Finally, I got the milk, got in the checkout line and stood stiff-
legged and straining while the people in front of me got waited on. By 
the time it was my turn I was in agony. I handed the woman at the cash 
register the dollar and was less than a minute away from getting out of 
there when I felt my bladder give out. I just stood there helplessly as 
I felt the hot pee soak through my shorts and seep down my leg. I 
looked down and there was a little puddle at my feet. I was still 
trying to control it, but I was leaking like a sieve. There were at 
least two adults behind me in line and I was petrified that they would 
realize I had pissed my pants. Once the clerk finally handed me my 
change, I grabbed the milk and nearly ran out of there, trailing this 
dribble of pee.

"Once I was outside, at my bike, I just let go and totally drenched my 
shorts. The relief was exquisite but the embarrassment was horrible. I 
whipped home on my bike hoping that no one would notice me, but of 
course I had to confess all to my mother. I don't think I've ever been 
more ashamed!"

"It's funny how much you enjoy toilet play, considering all the shame 
you had drummed into you about it," Siobhan observed.

"Yeah, it is strange," Jack smiled ruefully. "But maybe that's half the 
thrill. There's nothing quite like breaking a taboo that your parents 
labored long and hard to implant in you. Shit, piss, and incest - what 
could be more taboo than those? Somewhere in there over the years they 
all got intertwined with my sexual fantasies and now look at me! I'm a 
bonafide pervert!"

"You and the rest of us!" Arlene laughed. "But c'mon you guys! Enough 
psychologizing. Let's have some coffee and then get down to some 
serious fun! I'm beginning to feel like you felt in that grocery line, 
Jack, and I don't want to waste any more time talking about accidents! 
Honey, I'm an accident waiting to happen!"

  

 * * *

"Johnny! Come here! Look's whose come for a visit! It's your Aunt 
Audrey!" 

Siobhan was seated on the couch, her swollen belly and breasts encased 
in a soft blue velvet pullover. Her mane of long brown hair was woven 
french-style into a single thick braid which fell down her back. The 
loft's track lighting splashed a pool of golden light onto the couch 
and the immediate area, while the rest of the large space receded into 
inky darkness. Jack emerged from the dim light wearing a t-shirt and a 
pair of boxer's shorts.

Standing before him was a rather severe-looking older woman with curly 
blonde hair. She was dressed in women's business attire, a ruffled 
blouse buttoned up high to her throat, a dark jacket and skirt, her 
legs encased in nylons. Her stiletto heels gave her an inch or two in 
height over Jack and she gazed down at him as if judging a piece of 
dubious fruit in the supermarket. 

"Hi Aunt Audrey," Jack said shyly, fidgeting uneasily before her. 

"Why, hello Johnny!" the blonde said in a condescending tone that made 
Jack even more nervous. His mother's older sister was a rare visitor at 
their household and what few memories he had of her were not 
reassuring. She put up with no nonsense.

"Give your Aunt a welcoming kiss, Johnny!" Siobhan ordered. "She's come 
to help manage the house while I have the baby."

"Oh," Jack muttered unenthusiastically. He walked over to Arlene and 
gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He was rewarded with a whiff of a 
strong floral perfume and an encouraging pat on the head by his "Aunt."

"Aunt Audrey just arrived in town after an all night ride on the 
Greyhound bus from Denver, Johnny." Siobhan explained, waving Arlene to 
a seat on the couch beside her. "I'll bet your feet are just killing 
you in those shoes, aren't they Audrey?"

"Oh, they are!" Arlene sighed and leaned back, stretching her legs out 
in front of her. "I swear that the men who design these things are 
sadists of the first order!"

"The beasts!" Siobhan agreed. "Perhaps you could give Aunt Audrey's 
feet a nice foot massage, Johnny?" She turned to Arlene and added in a 
loud whisper, "He has very clever hands, my dear. Perhaps too clever! 
I'm afraid he's gotten to the age where his hormones have replaced all 
brain functions. I constantly catch him masturbating while looking at 
the Macy's bra ads in the Sunday paper! Can you imagine?!"

Jack blushed as he knelt before his Aunt and Mother. He gingerly picked 
up Arlene's left foot and held it in his hands as if weighing it. 
Through the sheer nylon that enwrapped it he could see her toenails 
were painted a bright red. He began to gently massage the ball of her 
foot. 

"Oh, that feels heavenly!" Arlene sighed. "It's been simply ages since 
I've felt the touch of a man. Mmmmm." She squirmed around on the 
leather couch, letting her skirt ride up her thighs as she thrust her 
foot around in Jack's grasp. A subtle odor of cunt began to penetrate 
the night air. 

"See, I told you he's good!" Siobhan patted Arlene on the arm. "These 
young men do have their uses!"

"Oh Lord! Yes they dooo!" Jack had shifted to Arlene's other foot and 
was gently pinching her toes one by one. Then, unable to resist, he 
ducked his head down and kissed her ankle, inhaling the sour musk of 
her sweating feet. Tenderly holding her foot, he opened his mouth and 
let her toes inside. Arlene wiggled them playfully against his tongue. 
Her legs were now stretched out wide apart and her dress was hiked up 
to the tops of her thighs. Jack could see her satin panties clearly and 
stole a peek at the excited spot of moisture that was growing where the 
fabric hid her hairless pussy. He was just beginning to apply himself 
to sucking and cleaning each of her toes when he was suddenly brought 
up short by an outburst from Aunt Audrey.

"I saw that, young man! Don't think I didn't catch you peeking at my 
underwear! And now you're getting my stocking all wet with your 
disgusting slobbering!"

Jack froze with Arlene's foot wedged between his lips. He looked up 
panic-stricken as his Aunt yanked her foot from his grasp and made a 
great show of pulling her skirt back down to her knees. She turned 
towards Siobhan indignantly and complained.

"Honestly, Lucille! Is this how you've raised the boy? You suggest a 
harmless foot massage and he turns it into a brazen session of 
voyeuristic toe-sucking? I'm appalled!"

Siobhan wrinkled her forehead in mild exasperation. 

"Well, Audrey, I did warn you that he has balls for brains! This is 
hardly the worst of it, believe me! Why, I can hardly go to the 
bathroom without him sneaking up behind me and trying to watch!" She 
looked from her sister to her teenage son.

"Alright, young man! On your feet! What do you have to say for 
yourself?"

Jack felt the blood rush to his head in embarrassment. Then rising 
quickly he felt it drain to his feet and a spell of dizziness 
momentarily overtook him. He was seized with a strong urge to urinate 
which only doubled his embarrassment. He stood before the two indignant 
women stiffly, cupping his hand around his crotch and gulping.

"Well?" Aunt Audrey interjected before he could summon his thoughts. 
"Don't just stand there like an idiot! Out with it!"

"I-i-i'm sorry, Aunt Audrey! You toes looked so cute that I just had to 
smell them and kiss them. I like strong smells like your feet and, er, 
other parts." He gulped guiltily. "I didn't mean to look at your 
panties, honest I didn't! It's just that you had your dress all bunched 
up and your legs spread and I couldn't avoid it!"

"Oh, so it's my fault is it? Blaming the victim, are we? How galling 
can you get?! Lucille, I dare say your son is way out of line! I'm 
afraid that if we don't act fast he may fall outside the pale of 
civilized behavior altogether!  It's a good thing I've come for an 
extended visit when I did! With your permission I think I can drum some 
respect for women and a sense of shame into him yet!"

Siobhan clasped her hands together and looked over at Arlene with 
glowing admiration.

"Oh, Audrey! Would you? I'm at my wits' end with the boy! Do whatever 
you think is necessary. I leave him in your hands. Now, if you'll 
excuse me, I'm feeling a bit tired. I need to go lay down and take a 
little nap." 

Siobhan rose from the couch slowly, steadying herself on Arlene's knee. 
She wrapped her arms around the bottom of her pregnant belly and padded 
quietly towards the bed, just outside of the circle of golden light. 

Jack watched her go and then darted his glance back to Arlene 
excitedly. This was so far from Baby Arly and his rather burdensome 
role as Father that he felt himself slipping into new territory. Arlene 
had more facets to her than he had realized. 

"Alright, young man! I hope you were listening to your mother. Behavior 
like yours demands a drastic response, I'm afraid. We simply cannot 
have you acting out your lewd impulses at the drop of a hat! Can we?"

Arlene leaned forward and poked her forefinger at Jack's stomach, 
pressing harshly into the flesh. This was too much for his straining 
bladder. All at once he let go and a stream of hot pee surged out of 
his prick and enveloped his crotch. He looked down and saw the front of 
his boxers becoming totally soaked. A sharp odor filled the air and he 
could feel warm streams of piss running down his legs and onto his sox 
and shoes. 

"Good Lord!" Aunt Audrey exclaimed, taken aback by his involuntary 
urination. "What's this?? You dare to brazenly piss your pants right in 
front of me while I'm ordering you to curb your lewd behavior?!? 

"This is the final straw! Mop this up immediately! Remove your clothes 
and soak up that urine with them!"

Jack hurriedly disrobed and knelt before the blonde, mopping up the 
puddle he had made. Even above the strong odor of pee he could smell 
the scent of excited cunt once again and his cock stiffened and 
twitched.

"Alright, Johnny. That's better." Aunt Audrey gestured to him to stand 
up and he rose, his hard-on swinging out in front of him. Audrey did 
her best to ignore this further impudence."Now, a nasty boy like you 
has to learn to respect women! To take their superior natures into 
consideration and attend to their every whim! If I ask you a question I 
want you to answer it immediately without a moment's pause! Do you 
understand?"

"Yes'm."

"Good! And if I ask you to do something I want you to do it immediately 
without questioning why. Do you understand?"

"Yes'm."

"Good! Perhaps we can turn you into a proper young man, yet!"

Arlene gave him a firm look and then dropped her gaze to his boner from 
whose tip a glistening string of pre-cum was slowly dripping. She 
quickly licked her lips and went on.  

"Now, Johnny, I'm going to ask you a few intimate questions and I want 
you to give me honest answers even if you are embarrassed. Alright?'

"Yes, Aunt Audrey!"

"Good! Now, tell me why would you wish to look at your Aunt's panties. 
Do you find me attractive?"

"Yes'm." Jack blurted.

"And just what do you find so attractive?"

"Your...your naughty parts and your big bottom!"

"Now, why would you be attracted to a woman's bottom? Isn't that an 
awfully dirty area?"

"Yes, Aunt Audrey. It's very dirty! I've watched my mother on the 
toilet and she shits something fierce! I've watched when she didn't 
know I was there and she farts really loudly and grunts if she's having 
a hard time making the shit come out! It's awfully exciting!"

"Gracious! Just listen to you! I'm afraid you need to learn that 
there's nothing exciting at all about perfectly normal human functions! 
This idea of yours that a bowel movement is something special is just 
plain nonsense!

Arlene paused a moment as if weighing a course of action. "Now, I'm 
sure your mother is fast asleep so we won't bother her if I give you a 
little private lesson in normal body functions and good manners! Would 
you like that, Johnny?"

"I sure would, Aunt Audrey!" Jack exulted. "I know I have a lot to 
learn. I don't know where I got this idea that shitting and stuff was 
so exciting, but I'm sure you can set me straight!"

"I certainly hope so! Alright now..." Arlene got up from the couch and 
turned around facing it. She knelt back down on the cushion with her 
head lowered and her large bottom up in the air. 

"Let's take this step by step. It's more comfortable here than in the 
bathroom and the light's better, but we'll have to be careful not to 
make a mess! I don't think your mother would quite understand if we got 
her couch all dirty!"

"No, probably not," Jack agreed a bit reluctantly.

"Now, you need to raise my skirt up over my buttocks, yes that's right. 
Very good!"

There before Jack's gaze was Arlene's large ass, only half-covered by 
her pink satin panties. Her nylons had elastic garters which held them 
in place a few inches down her thighs. 

"Alright, Johnny. Now pull my underpanties down over my bum. Yes, okay. 
That's right, just let them drop like so."

Arlene's bare ass was stupendous. Perhaps the daily application of 
talcum had helped keep it so soft. All Jack knew was that he wanted to 
bury his face between her cheeks and grovel. However Aunt Audrey was 
calling the shots and he knew he had to proceed at her pace or else. 
Her hairless labia hung down beneath her ass, their pink surface coated 
with the juices of Arlene's excitement.

"Now, Johnny I want you to put a hand on each of my cheeks, yes that's 
right. Now pull them apart and tell me what you see!"

"It's...it's your asshole, Aunt Audrey!"

"Very good! Now I want you to put your nose right up against it and 
take a good smell, would you?"

Jack needed no urging to thrust his face between her cheeks and breath 
in her intimate anal vapors. Arlene's anus was colored a deep brown, as 
if years of defecation had gradually stained it to the color of her 
stools. The smell was intensely exciting, the odor of a woman's darkest 
secrets; a subtle, marinated, almost pickled cologne of flesh and 
bowels. Jack inhaled again. There was the dusty smell of baby powder, 
the musk of vaginal juice immediately at hand, and the promise of 
feces. 

"How does it smell, Johnny?"

"Excellent, Aunt Audrey!" Jack sighed.

"See?" she exclaimed triumphantly. "Nothing unusual there!"

Arlene wiggled her ass, rubbing her anus all over Jack's nose, before 
pulling back just a bit.

"Now, Johnny, I'm going to do a BM for you to examine, but I need you 
to catch it so that it doesn't mess the couch, okay?"

"Don't worry, Aunt Audrey!"

"Alright! Now get ready!"

Jack cupped his hands eagerly under Arlene's ass as she grunted in 
concentration. He could see the muscles of her belly push out beyond 
her pussy and the wrinkled visage of her sphincter widened. A long 
brappp of a wet fart escaped, treating Jack's nostrils to the fierce 
burning stench of Arlene's gas. Jack's cock twitched and tears came to 
his eyes. And then the magical moment was upon him: a firm, dark brown 
turd slowly emerged from her bowels, it's pebbled tip glistening in the 
golden light. An unspeakable excitement swelled up in Jack's veins and 
he felt a warm glow throughout his body. 

"Aunt Audrey! You're shitting!"

"Yes, dear! I do this every day! It is really about as normal as you 
can get!"

The turd continued to slowly power its way through her open sphincter 
until the weight of the extruding log forced it to break off and drop 
with a dull splat into Jack's hands. It felt warm and viscous in his 
palms. Arlene's anus bloomed again and another section of turd pushed 
out, dropping down next to its companion. 

In the preceding weeks, Jack had cleaned up many a dirty diaper of Baby 
Arly's, but these turds seemed somehow different. Resting there naked 
in his hands, they weren't mere babyshit - they were impressive logs of 
waste, fresh from the anus of his Aunt!

"There!" Arlene announced, a final dangler dripping down onto the pile. 
She turned to look at Jack. "Like they say: Shit happens!"

"I'll say!" Jack said huskily. "This looks almost good enough to eat!"

"Well, I think you should try a taste! I think you'll find that ..."

"...it's nothing special!" Jack finished the sentence for her and 
grinned.

"That's right. Here, open your mouth and I'll pop a little chunk in for 
you to try." Arlene picked up the end of a turd in Jack's hands and 
broke off a piece. Then she brought it up to his face and playfully 
waved it back and forth under his nose before dropping it into his open 
mouth. 

Jack almost gagged on the gritty chunk as he gingerly rolled it back 
and forth in his mouth with his tongue. Aunt Audrey's shit was a 
beguiling mix of bland meatiness, rather like liver. She had given him 
a sizeable piece, and Jack wasn't sure whether he could swallow the 
whole thing. As if she were reading his mind, Arlene leaned in close 
and whispered.

"Is that too big a mouthful? Here, push a little back out and let me 
try it too!" Jack could barely contain himself as the blonde pressed 
her mouth against his in a open lipped kiss and he pushed part of the 
turd onto her probing tongue. Then he brought his front teeth down into 
the shit and chewed his apart from hers. The shit-faced pair stood 
there silently, their eyes locked on each other, as they mashed the 
warm waste in their mouths and then swallowed. Aunt Audrey recovered 
first from the intimate exchange and spoke, her eyes sparkling. 

"Now see, Johnny? That wasn't very exciting was it?"

"No," Jack smirked. "Not at all! Not at all!" 

But his twitching cock felt otherwise as it jerked mightily and a spray 
of cum shot out splattering the front of Arlene's skirt. Jack grinned 
sheepishly and knew that his Aunt still had many lessons to teach him.