Chapter Nine
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
shit-storm 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 led 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 flaring 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 faze 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 its
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 maneuver 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 squealing 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 deity 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.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi (Rex Amor)
Date: Sat, 10 Dec 1994 16:18:17 UTC
Subject: Time to Waste
Time to Waste
by Jack
Chapter Ten
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, all right?"
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..."
"All right 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 blonde 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...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! All right 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 hers, 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 reached 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 mischievous
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 pinches 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 juiciness 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-wetted 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!
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi (Rex Amor)
Date: Wed, 4 Jan 1995 05:13:10 UTC
Subject: Time to Waste ch.11
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter Eleven
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, all right!" 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 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 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 the 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.
"All right, 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 meant 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 lie 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.
"All right, 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.
"All right,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.
All right?'
"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! All right 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.
"All right, 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, Johnnie, 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!"
"All right! 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, its 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 baby shit - 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 sizable 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.
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an33113@anon.penet.fi (Rex Amor)
Date: Tue, 10 Jan 1995 02:52:12 UTC
Subject: Time to Waste ch 12
Time to Waste
by
Jack
Chapter Twelve
The moment after orgasm can be a sobering one. The sexual left
feeling spent or peaceful or sometimes foolish. Standing there naked
in the middle of his loft with his hands holding a fresh load of
Arlene's shit, the indescribable taste of her feces lingering in his
mouth, and his cock beginning to droop, Jack felt foolish indeed.
However, when you got right down to it, Jack _liked_ feeling
foolish. Perhaps it was his basically masochistic nature (which
Siobhan had spent hours analyzing and exploring in the months since
they met less than a year before). Perhaps it was just the perverse
sense of humor with which he had come to regard himself. Or maybe it
was neither of these. At the moment Jack didn't really care. All he
knew was that the evening was still young and in his role as Johnny he
was at the beck and call of Arlene who was outdoing herself in her
role as his Aunt Audrey. Meanwhile, Siobhan in her role as Lucille -
Audrey's sister and Johnny's mother - had turned him over to Aunt
Audrey for training and gone off to take a nap.
Or at least that's what she had said. From the vantage point
of the bed, in the shadows just beyond the circle of golden light
illuminating the couch, Siobhan would have been well-positioned to
watch the intimate exchange between Jack and Arlene. While it was
undeniable that Siobhan in her condition of advanced pregnancy had
less energy for extended scenes and seemed to tire easily, she also
seemed to have an even deeper horniness than before, although this
came and went in waves of hormonal intensity. With her ability to act
on her desires somewhat diminished by her pregnancy, Siobhan had
compensated with the pleasures of voyeurism and control, directing
Arlene and Jack into scenes of perversion and psychological power that
bore the stamp of her directing genius.
Even as he stood there foolishly, awaiting Arlene's next
order, Jack thought he heard the rustle of Siobhan moving around
restlessly on the bed in the dark. Perhaps she's been fingering
herself, Jack mused to himself, wondering if she was going to rejoin
them soon or just be content to lie on her side and fondle her
enormous clit. The thought of Siobhan watching their mutual debasement
added a further spice to the proceedings.
"Oh, you are _such_ a bad boy!" Aunt Audrey declared, breaking
the momentary silence. She looked down at the spattering of cum across
the front of her dark dress and shook her head in frustration. "I go
out of my way to show you that perfectly normal bodily functions are
_not_ special or exciting, and what do you do? You ejaculate all over
my best dress! Do you know how much it costs to dry clean these
things, Johnny? Honestly! I've got half a mind to just make you stand
here with your hands full of shit until you collapse from exhaustion."
Aunt Audrey stood before him with her arms folded across her
breasts, tapping her foot in exasperation. She glared at him steadily
until Johnny broke his gaze and looked away uneasily. What if she
really did just make him stand here forever? His arms were already
beginning to ache.
"Well, life's too short for this nonsense" Arlene declared in
an impatient tone. "Never mind." Aunt Audrey paused and leaned over to
sniff the odoriferous pile of crap in Johnny's hands. She inhaled
deeply and her look of anger faded away to be replaced with an
expression of wonderment.
"My my! I've always said that my shit doesn't stink, but I was
wrong! These monsters stink to high heaven!"
His stern Aunt plucked a large turd from Johnny's outstretched
hands and examined it closely, rolling it around in her palm and even
pinching it to confirm its firmness. A fluttering of conflicting
emotions showed on her face and for a moment Jack wondered if Arlene
was going to break character and let Baby Arly return. The older woman
seemed lost in her contemplation of her own feces, fascinated with the
waste that had emerged only minutes ago from her large behind. Then
she half-sighed and announced in a resigned voice, "These are such
classic turds if I do say so myself! It would be a shame to just flush
them away! Do you have any zip-lock bags, by any chance, Johnny?"
"Mom keeps them in the cabinet by the sink!" Jack replied, a
bit mystified.
"All right. Come along young man. I think these specimens
deserve to be frozen and preserved, don't you? You never know when
they might come in handy!" Aunt Audrey carefully placed her waste
sausage back in Johnny's cupped hands, as if it were a bar of gold,
and then turned and walked toward the kitchen area. Jack marveled at
Arlene's bizarre imagination and dutifully followed the determined
blonde. Pulling a large zip-lock bag from a box in the cupboard, she
had him deposit her feces in the bag. Then she sealed the bag and
placed it in the freezer compartment of the refrigerator. Jack caught
a glimpse of the plastic-wrapped brown torpedoes positioned
incongruously next to a tray of ice-cubes.
"Now, Johnny, let's wash our hands and then you can attend to
cleaning up this mess on my dress!"
Once their hands were squeaky clean, Aunt Audrey ordered her
hapless nephew to kneel before her on the bare floor and lick and suck
his errant sperm off her dress front. This he proceeded to do noisily
until the fabric looked remarkably spotless, although quite wet with
saliva.
"There! That's much better!" Arlene remarked at last. "Now,
while you are being so cooperative and your tongue is in practice, I
just remembered something else that needs cleaning. I never wiped
myself after sharing my BM with you over there on the couch! Gracious!
What would your mother say! I think we had better attend to that
before we go any farther. There's no greater breach of etiquette than
to go around with an unwiped ass! Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Aunt Audrey!" Jack answered, his enthusiasm rising by
leaps and bounds at the prospect of another bout with her beautiful
soft cheeks and brown puckered anus. His cock, which had been dangling
inconspicuously, began to slowly fill with blood again.
"Here, let's go back over to the couch so that I can bend over
comfortably. The light's much better there and I'm sure you'll do a
better job if you can see what you're doing."
"Should I go get some toilet paper, Aunt Audrey?" Johnny asked
brightly, fully knowing what her answer would be.
"Certainly not!" came Aunt Audrey's stern reply. "I'm sure
your tongue can do a far better job. Besides, we're still trying to
get it into your thick skull that everyone has naughty parts that
expel pee and poop every day of their lives! We may have to go over
this again and again until you learn to stop being so obsessive about
it! Is that clear?"
"Oh, quite, Aunt Audrey!" Jack smiled, marvelling at her
logic. Arlene didn't have Siobhan's sophisticated theories about
catharsis and trauma to draw upon, but her common sense was
unassailable!
"You know, Johnny, I think this cleaning job would be most
successful if I were to remove my clothes altogether." Arlene
announced as she took off her jacket and then began to unbutton her
blouse. "That wouldn't embarrass you, would it Johnny?"
Jack shook his head.
"Good. After all, families are naked together all the time at
nudist camps and nothing untoward seems to happen. Besides, my skirt
is still damp. There!" Aunt Audrey stood before him totally naked. The
little nipples on her tiny tits were fully erect, and stood out like
little pencil erasers. Her hairless pubic mound contrasted with her
dark pink labia which protruded like a pair of fluted lips. Jack could
smell her feminine juices from several feet away and knew that she her
sexual excitement was building to a nearly unbearable peak. Playing
Aunt Audrey must have really gripped her, he figured.
Once again, the older blonde knelt down on the soft leather
couch and presented her rear end to him.
"Okay, Johnny, I think you know what to do. Why don't you
describe it to me as you proceed? That way we know for sure that you
are learning your lesson!"
"All right, Aunt Audrey," Jack said, squatting behind her and
placing his hands on her soft cheeks. "I'm going to grab your
beautiful buns and pull them apart! Now I can see your little asshole.
Ewwww, gross!"
"What is it, Johnny?"
"Sorry, Aunt Audrey. It's just that you've got all sorts of
little chunks of shit all around your asshole! It smells really rank!"
"Well, of course! That's why it needs cleaning, young man! If
any other woman were to do BMs for you and then walk around without
wiping, they'd have messy assholes, too! It only stands to reason!"
"I suppose so, Aunt Audrey." Jack leaned in close and licked
his lips. "Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"I'm certain, Johnny! Now, please! Your tongue!!" Arlene
groaned with impatience.
"Okay, here goes!"
Jack buried his face in the crack of her ass and snorted
uncontrollably. Like a hog rooting for truffles, he attacked her anus
and licked madly. Again, the powerful taste of Arlene's bittersweet
waste exploded in his mouth and he savored its forbidden intensity as
it trickled down his throat. His nostrils flared as the odor of
womanly flesh, sex juice, shit, and his saliva combined into an
unbelievable bouquet. His cock swung stiffly, his sexual desire back
in full force.
Arlene was squealing in a trance of perverse ecstasy, shoving
her bottom back at him and squirming around noisily.
"Oh my God! Oh, that's good! Clean it! Clean it you little
fucker! Stick your tongue up in there!"
Jack got a firmer grip on the bucking woman's buttocks and
pointed his tongue at her sphincter. He pressed and penetrated a
little, feeling a few more grains of shit adhere to his taste buds.
But his tongue was just too wide to get much of anywhere with her
tightly clenched ass. Her excitement was working against him.
"I don't know, Aunt Audrey," Johnny said disheartenedly. "I
got your bottom all clean, but my tongue just won't reach very far
inside!"
"Good grief! This is no time to stop cleaning, Johnny! I'm
sure my anal passage is still coated with filth just waiting your
cleansing touch! I'm afraid we may have to use your penis to get at
it!"
"My _dick?_" Johnny exclaimed incredulously. "You want me to
put my dick in your ass, Aunt Audrey?"
"It's the only solution, I'm afraid! Listen, young man! This
has nothing to do with sex, if that's what you're thinking. If I
thought this would excite you sexually I'd never suggest it. This is
purely a hygienic measure. Is that clear?"
"I guess so," Johnny answered, somewhat dubiously.
"All right then! I suggest you rub some of your saliva all
over your penis to help lubricate it. Saliva is remarkably sterile,
you know!"
"It is?" Johnny was dumbfounded.
"Certainly! In fact, so is urine!"
"Golly!"
"Now, have you got it coated good?
"Yes, Aunt Audrey"
"Good! Now position your penis against my anus, and we'll both
push at the same time."
Jack held his throbbing cock with one hand and pushed Arlene's
cheeks apart with his other. He whacked the head of his dick against
her juicy sphincter several times playfully, letting it sting a
little. Then he held the head firmly against the wrinkled brown
aperture and pushed. Arlene relaxed her muscles for a moment and the
tip slipped in snugly. Then very slowly she pushed back towards him as
he stood his ground. The sensation was excruciatingly tight as Jack's
cock slid up the blonde's rectum.
Aunt Audrey grunted and gripped the cushions of the couch with
a grimace of pain. Johnny was afraid he was going to split her wide
open and patted her buttocks soothingly, hoping to reassure her.
"Are you okay, Aunt Audrey?"
"Oh my God! It's a monster! Ohhhh! Now, Johnny just keep still
for a moment. I'll be fine. I just need to catch my breath."
Jack stood quietly, his pelvis against her soft buns. He
caressed the sensitive flesh near her anal passage and massaged the
muscles at her hip joints. He could feel Arlene fingering her clitoris
and pussy, generating heat and increasing her tension.
"All right now, Johnny! Let's start cleaning! If you would just
move it in and out, slowly now...that's right. Oh my god! Oh yes! Now
harder!"
Jack powered his dick back and forth in the blonde's colon.
There was a powerful odor of funk in the air, a heated mix of sex and
toilet spice. Under the influence of her excitement, Arlene's bum hole
had loosened considerably and Jack was able to saw his stiffened tool
in circular motions as he thrust in and out.
"Oh that's good! Oh Baby!" Arlene was flying. Her high-
pitched voice echoing through the loft. "Now Johnny, honey! I think it
would help loosen up any remaining dirt in there if you'd spank me
while you move your `cleaner' in and out! C'mon! It's all right!"
Johnny's breath was ragged as he slammed in and out of his
Aunt's ass. He gave her left cheek a stinging smack and then her
right. She bucked and her rectum gripped his dick in a milking pulse.
Jack rained a volley of slaps upon her reddening cheeks, and could
tell that their moment of release was near.
"Oh Aunty! Something's happening! I feel like I'm about to
burst!" Jack gripped Arlene's waist, his hands slipping in the sweat
streaming down her back, and tried to hold on.
"Do it! Do it! Squirt your ointment in me and clean me out! Oh
Johnny!"
Jack could hold back no more. He moaned and powered his cock
deep into the blonde's anal tunnel. His sperm shot forth and his dick
twitched in a rhythmic dance. The feel of his cum deep inside pushed
Arlene over the edge. She whined, a long keening whine that broke into
a thousand pieces as her orgasm overtook her. Suddenly there was the
tell-tale hiss of feminine urine as Aunt Audrey gushed a mighty stream
of pee amidst her ecstasy. The noisy flow flooded the couch cushions,
spraying back against their legs and dripping onto the floor.
An indignant voice broke into the incestuous pair's
consciousness.
"What the devil is going on?" It was Siobhan. Her nap was over
and a look of shock contorted her face as she surveyed the scene of
unbelievable perversion.
"Oh, Hi Mom!" Johnny said brightly. "Don't worry! Urine's
sterile!"