SexToy

Written by smbell

Introduction

Hi.  I am Lee-anne.  This story is about my first meeting with Steve, a very good friend of mine.  I am writing it because my teacher will tell me to, and I like to anticipate him.  He will be annoyed that I took a day off.  I will have to read this out to him, and some of the rest of my class, sometime soon.  Mr Peters is eager to make sure that I get the best possible education.  I am going to miss him when I leave to start senior school this year.  He has made my stay at junior school great fun.

(Later:  Mum has just read this and told me to add something about myself and my family).

I am in the middle of seven children.  My name is Lee-anne and I am 10 (just).  My eldest sister (Connie) is 15, and already has two children, Anne (3) and Bruno (1 1/2) (lucky so and so).  Next is Matthew, who is 13.  He is a fairly good fuck, though not as big as he will be soon.  Lucy is 11, and trying as hard as I am to get pregnant, Brian is 8, with the cutest little cock, Amanda is 6 and Clara is 2.

My mother, Lucy, is 29, and spends a lot of time trying to keep fit.  Daddy (Charles) is 31, and very good looking.  He is mummy's brother.  Uncle Tom also lives with us.  He is another of mummies brothers.  Other members of the family stay whenever they are in the area. 

We all live in a large house on the outskirts of town.  It is a very nice place with good views, and a lot of privacy (we all learn very early that a lot of old biddies object to the way we are brought up, so we have to keep things quiet).

Our house is odd.  The whole upstairs has been converted into one large bedroom, with a very large bath in the centre, and showers around the edge.  There are several very large beds scattered around this room and a cot for the babies.  The room is kept very warm, to encourage us to go near naked, not that we need any encouragement.

The only toilet is downstairs, and is open, so everyone can see who is in there.  (Much better than the normal arrangement we think).  It isn't used often.  Like upstairs, downstairs is open, with sofas, chairs and beanbags scattered all over, with just the occasional supporting column.  There is a very large dining table, with room to seat 18.

Outside we have a garden with very high laurel hedges, and a nice swimming pool (heated in winter) and a sauna.  All my friends who have been over are very envious.

Anyway, on with the story.

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I woke up as the sun streamed in.  It was late, very late.  Last night was very tiring, saying goodbye to daddy as he was going away on business for a few days.  I had worn my special pyjamas for him, the ones that he had made me a few months ago.  They are like ordinary little girl pyjamas, but with a big hole between the legs.  They have pictures all over them, like other little girl pyjamas, except my pictures are of squirting cocks, pissing cunts, and cocks and fanny's joined together.  On the stomach is written "Insert baby-maker here" with an arrow pointing at my cunt, the back has the legend "Fill me up" with an arrow pointing to my arse, and on my chest they wrote "I swallow" with an arrow pointing to my mouth.

There are other mottoes on them as well:  "Daddies slut", "Mummies shit-eater", "You want me, take me" etc.

The clock said that it was 8:30, so I was going to be very late for school.  I was also feeling very randy, and my bladder was full (well, I had drunk a lot the previous night).  I didn't feel like going to school anyway.

My full bladder had woken me (it does that sometimes.  Normally I just piss the bed, or whoever I am lying on).  My hands were between my legs, diddling my fanny.  That is a great way to stop the piss coming out, for a while, and I also squirt my piss a great distance when I cum.  Looking up at the mirror over the bed, I could see my busy hands between my legs.  I could also see the dried spunk on my face and hair, and the huge piss stain around me from last nights fun.

I was randy.  Just to my left was a vibrator, so I grabbed it, turned it on and rammed it up my fanny.  I also stopped holding my piss in, although my other hand diddling my clit tended to stop it anyway.  I watched myself in the mirror, seeing a young girl with longish blond hair and obscene pyjamas ramming a dildo into herself whilst diddling her clit, piss flying everywhere as she wanked.  It was lovely. 

I came very rapidly.  My hips were bucking off the bed.  It was glorious.  As it wound down I just relaxed and watched my piss pour out all over the dildo.

"You're awake then," I heard my mother say.  I looked over to see her standing at the top of the stairs, playing with her fanny while watching me.  "You're going to be very late for school.  Everyone else has already gone."

"I don't feel like going, mum.  I'm going to go out and find a man to fuck me, as daddy is going to be away for so long."

"OK dear.  I've got to go out now.  See you later."

"Bye mum."

Time to get up.  I went downstairs with the vibrator still doing its thing in my fanny.  The feeling was marvellous.

Into the kitchen, and a quick feel round in my arse showed no shit coming yet, so I had a bowl of high fibre cereal (must stay regular.  Mum wants us all to go twice a day).  Two glasses of orange juice for the vitamins (and the fun later).  As I was still hungry, I helped myself to a couple of bananas, and another large glass of orange.

I walked over to the TV and pressed play on the video, to see what tape was in.  I was in luck.  It was a tape made when some of mum and dads friends came over to use the pool last year.  You remember, Mr Peters.  You were there.

I sat in a comfy chair and settled back to watch the action.  I slowly peeled one of the bananas, and then scooted my bum forward, lifting my legs over the arms of the chair, leaving my bum well exposed.  I placed the tip of the banana at the entrance to my bum and started to push it slowly in.  My sphincter slowly opened under the assault of the banana, and started to gently fuck it in and out, pushing it slowly further up my back passage.  The feeling was heavenly.  I was full, bloated.  A vibrator whirring away in my fanny while a banana slowly invaded my arse.

Finally it was fully home.  I used my fingers to push the tip in past my sphincter.  Success.  It was only recently that I had succeeded in getting the whole banana in.

I lay back in the chair and lazily diddled my clit while drinking the juice and eating my banana.  Seeing the action on the screen and hearing the grunts and groans was turning me on more and more.  I was having little orgasms, which were slowly getting bigger.  I finished my juice, and the banana.  The banana up my arse was begging to be let out.  I was having problems keeping it in.  I slid off the chair onto the floor, lay back and folded my legs back over my head so that my fanny was over my face.  I gently extracted the vibrator, watching the lips of my cunt gripping it, trying to suck it back in.  I then lowered my fanny onto my face (I feel sorry for women who can't fold themselves up like this.  If no one else is around, how else are we to get licked out) and started licking my fanny.  I could feel my bowels starting to expel the banana.  I could see my anus starting to open, and the tip of the banana starting to appear.  I folded a bit tighter, and got my arse over my mouth.  With my clit rubbing my chin, my orgasm exploded as the banana was squeezed from my arse into my mouth.  As I came I was chewing and sucking the banana.  The first inch or so was yellow, but then streaks of brown started to appear.  By the end the banana was encased in a layer of shit, sweet tasting, sweet smelling shit.  As my orgasm subsided, I relaxed slightly and started to clean up the sweet, sticky juices from my fanny.  I decided I wanted a drink as well, so I let my bladder go straight into my mouth, washing the shitty banana down into my stomach.  What a way to eat!

I slowly relaxed, and lay back on the floor.  I was happy.  Not only had I taken the whole banana up my arse, without breaking it, I had also managed to eat the whole thing without getting any on the floor.  OK, there was some piss lying around, but that was no problem.  Happy as I was, there was still a nagging dissatisfaction.  Good though that orgasm was, I still needed to feel spunk blasting into me, the strength of a mans cock inside me, a man kissing me.  Time to get ready to find a man.

After quickly clearing up (mum really objects to us leaving a mess), I tore my pyjamas off, flung them in the washing machine, and dashed upstairs for a quick shower.

Having showered, it was time to decide what to wear.  I wanted to turn men on, and revealing body did that, along with the idea that an accident might reveal more.  So, a tie halter-top, and a pleated white skirt that would fly up if I spun around.  The skirt was short, so that bending over would reveal a lot, if I was not careful (and when am I ever careful).  No pants.  No bra (nothing to put in it yet).  White socks, and skates.

Off to the park I go, hunting stiff cock.

Even on skates the park is twenty minutes away, but the time was flying by as I dreamt of cock.  Cocks filling my holes, cocks making me pregnant.  I could feel my cunt pulsing, begging to be filled.  I was in a dream.

The park was quiet.  Kids were at school.  I skated through to a quiet, secluded area that I liked, and waited to see if anyone would arrive.  Five minutes passed, ten, and no-one.  Then he arrived.  White shorts, white T-shirt, socks and tennis shoes.  Beard, longish hair.  Old.  Older than daddy, but looked slim and fit.  He looked around for a moment, and then sat on a bench in the sun.  Wait a few minutes; make sure he's not meeting anyone.

No one else came.  He was watching me, as I was watching him.  I slowly worked my way towards him, along the paths in this section.  As I got closer I could see what looked like a bulge in his shorts, quite a large bulge.  Perhaps I was already turning him on.  The fact that I could turn men on just by existing always turned me on.  I love this power over mens cocks.

I finally reached him, and stopped as if to pass the time of day.  "Hi, nice day" I said, or something equally inane.  He did have a hard on, it was nearly out of the leg of his shorts.  I could just see the head.  "I haven't seen you here before."

He told me that he didn't get here as often as he would like because of pressure of work, but when he was off, on nice days, he would come if he could.

"I like it here.  I can do what I like and not get caught, it is so quiet."  I sat down in front of him, facing him.  Not to fast, mustn't scare him.  Keeping my knees up to my chest, arms around my knees, I opened my legs slightly, enough to show my pussy.  He looked down as I moved, looked back up and then looked down again, a stunned expression on his face.  No fear.  His cock jumped.  I had him.

I reached down and undid my skates, dropping them by my side (have you ever tried making love with skates on?  It's not possible).

I leant back, resting on my hands, opening my legs even further.  I could feel my cunt juicing up, opening.  His cock was now fully up, tenting the front of his shorts.  "Are you looking at my knickers?" I said, in my best little girl voice.  "They are nice, aren't they.  Very comfortable.  Mummy brought them for me because daddy liked them so much.  Daddy likes to see me wearing them.  He asks me what knickers I am wearing and I show him.  They make his cock go all hard.  Are they making your cock hard?" I said, looking at his face.  The stunned expression was starting to disappear.  He was recovering nicely.  This should be good.

I looked down at his cock.  It was very obvious.  "It is hard, isn't it.  I can see it from here.  What a lovely cock.  When my daddy's gets all hard like that he sticks it in me.  He says that it isn't safe to leave it hard like that.  My teacher says the same and that, as I was the one to make it hard, I have to make it soft again.  I enjoy making them go soft.  I like the cream that comes out.  It tastes great, and I love the feeling of it spurting up my arse or my cunt."  I had him.  He was hooked.  Though I could still scare him off, so I had to be careful.  Why are men so scared of us little girls?  He wouldn't have been scared if I was twenty.  Don't we need cocks as much as twenty year olds?

"I fell over earlier, and I think I scratched my bum.  Would you look for me please?"  I stood up, turned round, spread my legs, flipped my skirt out of the way and bent right over, looking at him between my legs.  "Come on then."

He came over to me, and knelt close behind me, looking at my bum.  I could feel his hot breath.  "Can you see anything?"

"Yes, there is a small scratch."  No surprise there.  I always have small scratches somewhere interesting.  "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

"Yes please," I replied.  Here we go.  He took hold of my hips with both hands.  I was really turned on.  I could feel my juices flowing out of my pussy.  He carefully kissed my arse cheek.

"Not there," I said, "Here," and indicated a spot just above my arsehole.  "And harder than that.  The best healing kisses use the tongue."

He moved in again, pulling my arse cheeks apart with his hands and then kissing me hard just above the bum.  He kissed and licked down until he got to my anus, and then started french kissing my arse.  I was getting close to an orgasm.  This was fantastic.  He moved a hand around to my fanny, and started diddling my clit.  I couldn't help myself.  My hips started to buck.  I was panting and moaning.  Suddenly he pulled me backwards, until I was squatting over his face as he laid in the ground, tongue now an incredible distance up my back passage.  If he couldn't taste my shit, he must have no taste buds.

He wasn't diddling my clitty quite right, so I started.  He moved his hand up to my breasts, and started to pinch and squeeze my nipples.  I was starting to come.  I felt my piss start to flow, down over his chin, towards his mouth and his chest.  I couldn't stop it, didn't want to.  I could feel shit starting to move in my colon, down towards his tongue.  I came, pissing on this stranger, and imagining my shit entering his mouth.

As my cum subsided, I stopped the piss flow, then stood up and looked at him, trying to look contrite.  "I am sorry about that.  I didn't realise how badly I had to go.  I had better go find a loo."

He lay beneath me, looking up, smiling.  Happy.  "Don't bother," he said.  "They're closed for repairs.  We'll have to find you somewhere else to go."  Jackpot.  He was lying.  I had passed the loos on the way in.  Have to let him know that I am interested too.  Easy.

"Do you want to watch me pee?  Daddy likes watching me pee, and so does teacher.  Teacher likes me to wet in the playground, or in class.  In class he likes me to let a little go at a time, just enough to wet my trousers or skirt, and keep wetting it all day.  Daddy likes me to have accidents in the street, or anywhere where there are people around."  He was smiling. I started to move to one side, so I could piss.  He grabbed my leg.  Better and better.  "You want me to piss on you?  You're nearly as bad as Uncle Ted.  Daddy only likes it when we are fucking."  Not strictly true.  If I piss on daddy, we end up fucking.  With Uncle Ted, he might just take a drink, and then walk off.

"Only nearly as bad.  What else does Uncle Ted get you to do?"

"He likes my shit as well.  He's told me that I can shit on him whenever I want."  He was grinning from ear to ear.  This was not going to be a one-off fuck.  I was going to want this man again and again.  Ok, he wants it, he can have it.  I straightened up, pulled my fanny lips apart and started pissing, giving him a perfect view of everything that was going on.  My piss hit him square in the face.  He opened his mouth and started swallowing.  Perfect.  I gave him a few mouthfuls, and then pulled up on my fanny, moving the stream slowly down his body until it was hitting his erection.  My piss sputtered to a halt, but I kept my hands pulling my fanny lips, opening my hole, while I diddled my clit.  "I need something to fill this with. Any ideas?"  As if I needed to ask.  He looked down, and I also looked at his cock.  "That will do nicely."  I knelt over him and pulled that cock out of the leg of his shorts.  It was lovely, just what the doctor ordered.  I started to lick and suck at it, able to taste both his pre-cum and my piss.  A glorious intoxicating cocktail.  I felt him start to explore my cunt.  He gently pushed a finger in.  Lovely.  A second followed it.  Even better.  I squeezed my fanny muscles, trying to hold his fingers in.

Then I felt a finger against my arsehole.  It was gently inserted, pushed slowly home.  Heaven.  He withdrew the finger, and I groaned.  Then he pushed two fingers into my willing, open arsehole.  I was getting close again.  The pre-cum on his cock was heavenly, slowly leaking out of his piss-hole.  Was he going to be able to piss for me?  I could imagine it streaming out now, hitting the back of my throat, disappearing down to my stomach to reappear a few hours later from my piss-hole.  I groaned again.  His fingers were fucking me now.  "Harder" I screamed.  The fingers in my back passage, along with my breakfast, had done the trick.  I needed a shit.  A lovely feeling.  I started to push, pushed again, felt my anus pushing his fingers out.  He pushed back in.  I could smell the shit.  His fingers, banging in and out of my arse, were making me need to go so badly.  I grunted with effort, and lust, as I pushed again, and again, feeling the turds moving, feeling their progress blocked by his fingers.  Erotic torture, trying to shit but not able.  I lifted myself on my hands and carried on pushing, feeling little dribbles of urine falling from my recently emptied bladder, feeling my fanny pulsing around his fingers, feeling my arse straining to eject the fingers that he had pushed up me.  Then he stopped pumping into my arse, and started spreading his fingers inside me, opening up a small escape route.  I was still pushing, on hands and knees, having continuous little orgasms.  "Go on," he said, "keep pushing."  I moved a hand to my clit, rubbing it, and pushing hard.  I could see little flecks of my dung, my excrement, my shit, on his chest.  Wow.

He removed his fingers from my arse, and my shit was finally able to move.  As my shit fell on this stranger, this man I had met only 20 minutes ago, I came again.  I saw my first turd land on his chest, my second and then a third as my orgasm subsided.  A fourth was coming out, but he grabbed that.

I stood up, and looked down on him.  His cock was erect and angry, wanting a fuck.  His clothes were soaked with my pee, and he had a pile of my shit on his chest, as well as shit all over the fingers of one hand.  He had a huge grin on his face.

I slowly lowered myself onto his chest, positioning myself so that his cock was just brushing my hot cunt.  It must have been torture for him, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.  I could feel his cock twitching at the entrance to my cunt.  I lowered my chest onto his, and spread the shit all over.  Looking him straight in the eyes, I grabbed his shitty hand, bought it to my face and started to spread his shit all over.  I was getting close again as I started to lick my shit off his fingers.  My hips started to gently buck against his twitching cock.   The taste of my shit was heavenly, I needed more.  I licked and sucked with increasing urgency, needing the feeling of a full fanny, but restraining myself, waiting until I had come again (mum says little girls must practice self-control.  I was practising now, for 2 minutes or so.)

I stopped sucking (his fingers were clean enough, for now) and dropped my mouth to his, kissing him urgently, very close to cumming again.  He moved his hands down to my arse, and started to spread my dung all over.  I was cumming while kissing him, only a small one, but intense none the less, knowing that this stranger was sharing my mouthful of shit and loving it.  I felt my body move down a little, his cock start to enter my fanny.  I broke our lip-lock and moved down a little further, so that the entire head was inside.  Glorious.  He stretched me beautifully.  I had to have the rest in me, now. I raised myself upright, careful not to dislodge that lovely cock, and sank onto him with one practiced movement.  Fantastic.  He was filling me.  As I sat there for a few seconds, adjusting to the size of his cock, he reached up and moved my top up, uncovering my nipples, so that he could play with them, as if there were tits there.

I started to fuck him, rising and falling on his lovely cock.  Great.  Fucking outdoors where anyone could catch us, a man nearly as old as my grandfather, getting really dirty.  Doing things in the open that most women wouldn't dare do in their own bedrooms (more fool them).

I felt his fingers move to my arsehole.  He pushed two back in, and started fucking my arse as well.  Nearly as good as having a second man there with us.

I could see him struggling to keep control, getting ready to come.  He was staring at our joined bodies, the incredible site of his cock in my tiny cunt.  It looked good to me to.  "I'm going to come," he said.  The perfect gentleman.  I had to make it good for him, as he had made it good for me.  I knew how.

I leant forward, moving faster on his cock, more violently.  "Fill me with your spunk.  Put your babies in me.  I am your slut, your pantyless slut.  I want your baby.  I want your piss, your shit.  Use me anytime, anywhere.  Fill me with piss, with shit, with spunk."  This was affecting me as much as him.  This is what I wanted.  "When you want me, grab me and fuck me.  In the street, in a car, on a bus, in shops, in school, at home, in bed next to my dad.  Don't piss in the loo; use me.  Don't shit down the toilet; feed it to me."

I could feel him jerking under me, his hips rising to meet mine.  Then he came.  I felt his spunk flooding my womb, filling me.  I came as well, the biggest one today.  I was screaming with the intensity of it.  One of the best ever.  I collapsed on his chest.

I felt him move under me, moving me to one side.  His cock slipped out of my fanny.  He started to stand up.  I rolled over on my back and looked at him, at that still hard cock, aching to have it back inside me.  "Where are you going?"

"I need a piss."

I jumped up and grabbed his cock, settling on my knees in front of him.  "Go on then, piss."  I took his cock in my mouth.  He was good at this.  Despite a still hard cock, my hand on his cock and my mouth around his glans he was able to piss.  His piss filled my mouth, sweet tasting nectar.  It poured into me.  He was taking me entirely at my word, using me as a toilet.  He wasn't holding back at all.  It was coming faster than I could swallow.

I moved back slightly, opening my mouth so that he could see his piss spraying into me.  I swallowed what I could, letting the rest pour out of my mouth, down my chest and all over my skirt.  He kept pissing, and pissing.  But he finally slowed, then stopped.  One, two, three quick spurts that soaked my face, and he was finished.  I popped his cock back into my mouth, wanting to restore its former hardness.  That took just a few seconds.  As I was sucking I worked a hand up the back of his trousers, and started to push a finger up his bum.  Despite the fact that my finger was dry, he accepted it without protest, without any apparent concern.  What was he used to up here?

I massaged his prostate, making his cock jump in my mouth, and then pushed further in.  Glorious day.  A turd.  I could feel it.  A nice, firm turd.  I wanted it.  I started to pump my finger in and out of his arse, hoping it would make him need to shit.  I removed his cock from my mouth, and looked up, begging.  "Shit for me.  Shit on me.  I can feel it in your arse.  Feed it to me.  Please."  Pleading for it.  I could see that he would.

I lay back on the ground.  "Squat over my face."  He took his shorts off, and did as I asked.  I slipped two fingers up his arse and started pumping, watching his cock swaying over me.  "Push now."  I could feel him pushing, feel the shit working towards my pumping fingers.  "Keep pushing, please."  The shit kept moving, squeezing past my little fingers, heading for my mouth.  Some fell on my face, some in my mouth.  Lovely taste.  Sexy taste.  My caviar, to follow the champagne.  I removed my fingers, and his first turd started to push out.  I grabbed his hips and sealed my mouth over his arse as he eased that turd out, filling my mouth with his glorious dirt.  I chewed and swallowed frantically as a second turd started to appear, then a third.  I was full, could take no more.  I pushed him away slightly.  Understanding, he stood over me, and carried on pushing, letting out two more lovely turds, catching them in his hand.  I had wanted those on my body.   What was he doing?

He knelt beside me, and kissed me, working his tongue inside my mouth, cleaning his shit out.  I imagined his turds working through my body, coming out later.  Perhaps I could give them to Uncle Tom.  He still had the other two pieces of his dirt in his hand.

He pulled away slightly.  "Roll over,"  he said.  Puzzled, I did so.  He started to work on my arse, pushing two fingers into it, moving lubricant from my fanny onto my arse.  He was working hard, loosening it.  Puzzled, I looked back over my shoulder.  Suddenly it clicked.  A loose arse, two turds in his hand.  Never.  How delightfully perverted.  I nearly came on the spot.

Apparently satisfied with his work so far, he took one of his turds, one of his firm, cock like turds, and started to work it around my fanny, lubricating it.  Guessing what was coming next, I deliberately relaxed my sphincter.  He slid the turd up to my arse, and started to push.  I felt it start to slip in, move slowly further and further up my back package.  My cunt was throbbing.  What a lovely idea.  I would have to play this game with my friends.

I felt the turd slide further and further up my arse, until it had disappeared.  He pushed it right past my sphincter with his finger.  Then he started on the second turd, lubricating it again.  It easily followed the first turd, thought I was beginning to feel full again.  What a pervert.  I was going to hang on to this man, no matter what.  The family would love him.

"Finished," I said.  He nodded.  "Fuck me, fuck me hard."  He dropped on top of me, and rammed his cock up my sopping, open fanny in one swipe.  "Not there, in my arse."  He pulled his cock from my fanny, presented the tip to my arsehole, and pushed the whole length in, jamming his shit further into me.  He started pounding in and out of me, working me mercilessly, using me as a fuck toy, which was just what I wanted.

"Fuck me, fill me with your cock."  I was coming.  Again and again.  Non-stop.  Fantastic.  "Pour your spunk into me, over me.  Make your babies inside me.  Piss in me, shit in me.  Use me whenever and wherever you want.  I'll bring my friends round for you.  I'll bring my mother, my sisters.  Just fuck me, and keep fucking me."

He responded.  "You're my slut now.  My little whore.  I'll bring my friends round to fuck you.  You'll make babies for me to fuck.  Black babies, brown babies, yellow babies, white babies.  When I need a piss, you come running so it doesn't go on the floor.  When I need a crap the mess is yours.  I'll walk into your house, pull you onto my cock in front of your parents, and walk out when I have come, leaving you with spunk pouring out of you."

My orgasms were getting stronger.  He was moving faster, harder, less co-ordination.  He was working himself off now, instead of working me.  "I'm going to cum," he yelled.

I went frantic.  "Not in my arse.  I want your baby," I screamed.  He pulled out of my arse, and pushed his shitty, filthy cock deep into my fanny.  Two strokes and he came, pouring out another incredible dose of baby-juice.  If I wasn't pregnant now, I never would be.  My final orgasm poured over me, leaving me a limp bundle on the ground, totally unable to move, satiated (for the time being).  I felt him collapse on top of me, taking his weight on his elbows like the gentleman he undoubtedly is.

He pulled out of me, and rolled over to lie on the grass next to me.  "That was the best ever.  I have never enjoyed sex so much," he said as I slowly recovered my wits.

"I am glad you enjoyed it as much as I did."  I had to see him again, hook him before unnecessary guilt hurt him.  "Will you be here tomorrow?"

"For you, yes, but I can't get here until around 5.30.  I have got to work tomorrow."

"Fine, I will see you then."  I crawled over to my skates and started to put them on, carelessly allowing him a view of my shit filled, spunk leaking, soaking wet fanny.  He put his shorts back on.

"What is you mum going to say if you turn up at home like that?"  He sounded concerned, a little frightened.  Time for reassurance.

"She'll help me clean up.  She's used to this.  I have several friends into this sort of sex.  After all, it is mum who introduced me to shit games.  Dad doesn't like them so much.  I might get Uncle Tom to come and help with the clean up this time though.  He will really enjoy that, especially eating your shit out of me."

We started to walk towards the park gates.  "You'd better cover yourself up," he said.  I looked down, and pulled my top back into position.  We past the open loos.  "I thought you said they were shut?"  "I wanted some fun."  I grabbed his arm, and dragged it down to fondle my bum.  We walked/skated like that all the way to the gates, not meeting anyone unfortunately.

I jumped up at him and kissed him passionately, while he fondled my bare arse and his spunk leaked out of my cunt all over his trousers.  We kept up the kiss until he heard someone coming.  He put me back down.

"Go and lean against the wall," I said.  "I will show you one of daddy's and my teachers favourite turn ons.  He leant against the wall, and I skated away from the people who were coming, stopping a short way away.  I turned, and saw him staring lustfully at me.  Looking down I could see shit all over me, spunk running down my legs and dry stains on my skirt.  Enough to turn on any man.

The people who disturbed us were just coming into site.  A couple of old women.  I slowly skated towards them, past my new lover.  About half way to them I let go of my bladder, turning round and facing my man, legs spread wide, as I pissed.  I grabbed my skirt and pushed it between my legs, soaking it.  I then lifted it, still pissing, to inspect the damage and give him a last look at my fanny for today.  I then turned around and skated past the women, still pissing, enjoying their shocked expressions.

I skated slowly home, thinking about the next day and what I was going to do with this delightful man.  Should I take a friend?  If so, who?  What would happen?

Lovely thoughts.  I finally got home about the time I would normally get in from school.  I took my skates off and sat down, remembering what had happened.

Mum came through from the kitchen and saw me.  "Looks like you had a good day."

"A great day mum.  I found a marvellous man.  I am going to see him tomorrow night."

"Good, dear.  I am glad you enjoyed yourself, and I hope you have a good time tomorrow.  Meanwhile, we can't have you sitting around like that.  It isn't hygienic.  We had better get you cleaned up."  Mum sank to her knees and started to clean me.  With her hand between her legs, she started with my fanny, licking up all the spunk that was leaking out.  The rest of the evening was going to be fun.

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"And that, Mr Peters, class, headmaster, is what I was doing when I should have been in school yesterday.  I hope you enjoyed my story."  I had finished reading and looked up.  "Why Mr Peters, your cock is all hard.  Do you want me to sit on it again?  Headmaster, why are your trousers off?  Why are you moving up and down on little Alice?  Cynthia, why is the floor wet between your legs?  What is that bulge in the back of your pants?  Why is your hand down you pants, your face flushed?  You did enjoy this story, didn't you!  Well, if you liked it that much, tomorrow I will tell you about what happens tonight.  Yes headmaster, I will tell the whole school in assembly, if you like."