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Toilet Tart


The warm sun baked my dark tanned back. The gentle lap of the waves against the
shore drowned out the cries of the children running and playing on that warm
summer day. Huntington Beach California in August was heaven and I wasn't one
to miss a perfect day. I had been working on my tan for weeks now and I came to
the beach to show it off instead of furthering it. I love how men always gawk
at me when I walk by. I could feel their eyes on my ass. All the men loved my
beach attire, which always pressed legality and morality. That day I had on a
black two-piece that barely covered my D cup breasts. And of course it was only
about as wide as a piece of dental floss in the back.

After a couple of hours of dozing off and watching the men and women pass by, I
felt nature calling. I really hated to go all the way up to the bathrooms
because it meant that I had to take my radio and keys and any other valuables
with me. But today I didn't want to waste the effort so I relied on the
kindness of strangers. I asked the lifeguard if he could watch my belongings
for a few minutes. Of course he was more the happy to do me a favor so I was
off. I drudged through the hot sand and up onto the street. I walked up the few
steps and located an open bathroom. I opened the heavy wooden door and entered
the small cubicle. The door closed behind me.

After pulling down my bikini and letting it drop onto the dirty floor, I
plopped down on the seat. I knew that it wasn't sanitary but I didn't care. It
actually is kind of a turn on for me to think that someone else had relieved
themselves on the same seat that my bare skin pressed against. In a few seconds
I was peeing away, feeling the warm liquid exit my body. I sat enjoying the
thumping that it made as it splashed against the water bellow. After my bladder
had excreted all that I could possibly hope for, I pulled up my bottoms. No
wiping my pussy here, at least not at the beach. I NEVER wipe when I am at the
beach. Instead I like to leave the little moisture there so it makes a damp
spot as I walk back. It was my little secret but I always loved when people
would notice it. Right as I was about to exit the little bathroom, I heard the
door open next to me.

Let me explain something about the bathrooms at Huntington Beach. Each one is
separated from the next one by a wall, but there is a small-screen about one
foot from the ceiling that is open between all of them. (I think they use it
for ventilation.) Feeling kinky and curious, I decided to sit back and listen.
I sat down on the toilet being as quiet as I could. I heard the person sit down
on the toilet next door. "Pfffffffff," was the next thing that my ears picked
up as the person released some flatulence from their bowels. "God!" I said to
myself. That really turned me on. I felt myself beginning to get wet. I
listened more intently, anticipating what was to come next. Sure enough, I
heard a "PLOP" as their feces exited their rectum and fell downward into the
cold water below. This was too much for me. I had to touch myself. I spread my
legs and moved my black bikini bottoms to one side. My fingers rubbed up and
down the outside of my perfectly shaved pussy. I took one finger and caressed
the long dark wet slit.

I continued to masturbate and listen as closely as I could, hoping that there
would be just one more sound. All I needed was one more fart or piece of shit
dropping out and I would be more then over the edge. But there was nothing. I
heard the door next to me open. I quickly pulled my scanty bottoms up and swung
my door open. I saw a woman about in her mid forties walking down the steps.
She had on a one-piece bathing suit -- pink, not my color but I didn't care. I
went straight for the stall that she just came out of. As soon as the door
closed behind me, I was overwhelmed by her pungent odor. It was ripe and foul.
I almost came right then. The air was thick with what she left behind.

My attention soon focused on the toilet where she had just sat. I walked over
to it and placed my hand on the cream colored seat. It was still warm. I ran my
other hand across my full breasts, giving each nipple a hard squeeze. Unlike
me, this woman liked to wipe. The whole toilet was filled with the cheap,
beach, paper. "Damn," I said aloud in a frustrated whimper. I really wanted to
see what she left behind. Her foul odor wasn't enough; I had to have more. I
got on my knees in front of the toilet. I could feel the gritty sand digging
into my smooth perfect legs. I felt wonderful. I was kneeing in other people's
urine while I breathed in as much of her flatulence as I could. I was in
heaven. I pressed my cheek against the seat where this woman had just shit. It
felt great -- so warm and dirty. I lifted the seat up and laid it back against
the old pipes. Still I couldn't see a thing. With my left hand gripping my
plump mound between my legs, I placed my hand in the cool water. I pushed the
wet, mushy toilet paper to one side and there in front of me was my treasure.
The woman had excreted a huge log. It was perfectly round, and all in one
piece. It was a mixture between dark orange and brown. I could see bits of rice
and corn still enacted within it. I whipped my right hand out of the toilet
splashing the water on my face as I grabbed my tit with my wet, dirty hand. I
came sooo hard. I felt my juices through my black bathing suit. The hot
sensations ran through my ass, my pussy, my legs, and my whole body. I moaned
softly to myself and rubbed my nasty cunt hard -- patting it and pinching my
clit.

After two more intense orgasms, I decided to go back to the beach. Needless to
say, I got some attention leaving the bathroom with just the crotch of my
bikini soaked.

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