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Lucy8
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I folded the note and put it in a small envelope and put
that in my purse with tomorrow's treat. Remember a few
nights back, licking the coating I had spread on my lips
after fingering my ass, I got goose bumps. I was leaking
thick lube into my panties and went out to lunch that way.
As soon as I left the building, I put the condom back in my
mouth to let the contents soften as I walked along toward
the CVS. Going to the back of the store, I found stood
waiting for an opportunity free of viewers to remove the
condom and untie it. Once I did this I pushed it into my
mouth working it around until I had it inside out and could
scrape at the putty like substances with my tongue.
When I was sure I had loosened most of the foul mess from
the rubber, I spit the condom into my fist, repelled by the
smell that came out of my mouth with it. The chocolate did
nothing to mask the other flavor filling my mouth, it was
melting into more of a liquid while my shit, retained a
thicker consistency.
I put the smelly condom it in my purse, stuffing it in the
baggy with by yellow stained panties, and licked the outside
ring of my fist clean, going through great efforts not to
swallow any of the grotesque gravy that was forming from the
large amount of spit that was collecting around the nasty
paste in my mouth.
I approached her register, silently handing her the card,
smiling as she read. When she looked up, I opened my mouth
letting her see the fetid contents on my tongue, knowing she
could smell it from were she stood.
"Do it." she hissed under her breath. I grinned, swallowing
the bile mixture, almost retching it back up. I made a show
of hollowing my cheeks, silently sucking my tongue against
the roof of my mouth for her then opened again, showing her
the act was totally completed, and letting her smell how
gross the odor was that was retained in my waste covered
mouth.
She placed a box of Ex-lax on the counter, say louder then
necessary, "Yes miss, I'm sure these will get you going". I
paid and left, getting just a hundred yards from the store
before having to bend over between two parked cars and
retching out a putrid brown bile. I looked behind me but
couldn't tell if my young tormentor happened to catch my
latest indignity through her window. I smirked in spite of
the bitter flavors burning the back of my throat and
swimming in my mouth. Leaning down, I let out a long stream
of brown spit that seem to cling to my lips forever. It was
a gross display for passers by.
I sat on one of the benches in Peidmont Square until my
stomach settled then went back to the office. Raising my
hand to put a breath mint in my mouth, my nose was again
filled with the aroma of the shit I had spit into it when
spitting out the condom. It made me dry heave in the
elevator. As soon as the door opened, I rushed to the
ladies room and cleaned myself up.
Noticing a small note sticking from the Ex-lax box in my
purse, I pulled it out and read
"Well, since we know you have a lot in you, I thought a
nasty lady like you would enjoy waking in the mourning
and keeping her panties on while letting of the soft
runny "you-know-what" leak out around her panties. Just
bring me your smile tomorrow, I'll have something for
you."
I dutifully took four of the Ex-lax tablets that night and
put on my yellow "nasty panties". They had by now taken on
an odor that was as gross as the crotch of the garment
looked. I reveled in the nastiness of wearing such a filthy
cloth and kept putting my head under the covers to enjoy the
stink as my body heat brought it out in full bloom.
Sure enough, by five the next mourning, I was lying with
cramps in my tummy. I took all I could muster not to just
let go and spray my brown soupy bowel all inside the warm
smelly blankets. But I got up, padded to the bathroom and
sat on the toilet with my yellow panties snugly covering my
crotch. Just like the other night, the panty material held
my shit against my ass as it slivered out of my rectum. My
stool this morning was much looser and ran down the front,
burning my cunt lips, and tangling in my pubes.
The smell was absolutely awful. It finally started to leak
out around the leg bands and drip into the toilet. I must
have sat like that for ten full minutes, as my bowels
emptied, sometimes pushing out just hot brown smelly liquid,
and other times soft pudding like shit. All of it was
extremely hot and grossly fragrant. I was struck by the
strangest craving to have someone sitting on my lap with
their back to me, spoon style, pushing the same hot smelly
pudding onto my legs and pubes.
When I stood, the material of my panties held my shit
against my crotch, allowed the messy pudding to leak down
both legs dripping almost down to my ankles. Turning, I
dropped to my knees on the shitty floor in front of the
commode and leaned forward putting my head inside the rim of
the toilet, and sucked in the smell, exhaling deeply for
another five minutes.
I cleaned my filthy mess from the floor and quickly took a
shower, leaving my "nasty panties" on. They would be washed
but would always keep the brown stains and be special.
That morning the CVS girl had a bottle of Apple Juice
removed from the cooler and waiting for me at the counter.
She said nothing other then quoting the price. When I
picked up the glass bottle and felt the warmth, I smiled at
her little surprise. "Is there any apple juice in here at
all?" I asked.
"No. It's all special." "I want you to have it with your
lunch" "I know, you can get a sandwich and sit across the
street at lunch time so I can see how much you enjoy my
little refreshment."
All morning I fidgeted at my desk waiting for lunch time.
Around ten my impatience prevailed and I took the bottle out
of my bag and twisted the cap, holding the bottle just under
my nose. I breathed in the strong smell of the cooling
urine with relish. Finally, I capped the bottle and waited
for lunch.
I bought a hot-dog sandwich from a street vendor and went to
the spot across from the CVS. When my benefactor finally
made eye contact with me through the window, I smiled,
holding the bottle up in a mock toast. I took a bite of by
sandwich and chewed it slightly, then keeping eye contact
with the CVS girl, brought the bottle to my lips and took in
an entire mouthful of the now cool piss. I held my food to
the side of my mouth so I could saturate the bread and still
swallow the liquid. As I started chewing again, by
attention was taken by two young women standing just to the
right of me at the curb. They kept looking at me and
giggling, whispering and giggling more, the way young women
get when they feel silly.
I put them out of my mind and continued my show for the CVS
girl. Eating a little, soaking my food with her piss, then
swallowing. I still had half a bottle full when my sandwich
was finished. Putting away everything else, I crossed the
street so she could get a closer look of my finishing her
offering. She was surprised when she looked out again and
saw my just a few feet from her window. I smiled to her and
once again raised the bottle in a mock toast, then brought
it to my lips and slowly emptied it, letting it fill my
mouth a little, swallowing and letting more in until the
bottle was empty. No sooner had I finished, I knew she was
to get yet another show, as my stomach refused to accept the
piss and rejected it along with the hot dog. Looking right
at her, I arched my head forward enough to keep myself clear
of what was about the spew out of my mouth, and allowed
myself to puke right there on the sidewalk in front of her.
It was over in seconds, and I quickly turned and started
walking away from the mess I left there, catching her
sadistic smirk before I left.
At the corner I looked back and saw the two young women who had
been giggling standing in front of the CVS looking at my
leavings. My cheeks burned as I wondered if they would be
able to tell from the smell just what I had retched up. I
bought another hot dog on my way back to work, wrapping it
tight and putting it in my bag in case I got hungry later.
By 3:00 o'clock, my stomach was growling and I was famished.
I had nothing to eat or drink since my piss episode
preferring not the wash away the nasty aftertaste that
lingered in my mouth. Now hunger was gnawing at me. I kept
thinking of those two girls standing there looking down at
the mess of hot dog and piss that I left on the sidewalk. I
imagined them guessing what this middle age woman had been
doing and it made me feel all nasty again. I took my bag
and went to the ladies room.
Sitting on the john, I reached into my bag and took out the
hot dog. As I unwrapped it I was struck that as it dried
out in the roll, it took on a nastiness all it's own. I
thought back to the last time I had warmed a hot dog and
with a contented smile, reached under my leg and slowly
inserted the cold somewhat stiff hot dog into my asshole. I
worked it in and out, getting it deeper each time until
finally it actually was pulled into my rectum. This was a
little scary at first, until I reasoned that I should be
able to shit it out whenever I wanted.
After a minute, I cupped my hand under my ass and pushed,
getting the hot-dog out just a simple as that. It smelled
horrible but was really only slightly stained. A sudden
revulsion made me think about wiping it clean, But I finally
decided that I could probably hold it down if I ate it as
is, and proceeded to take bites of the nasty hot dog and
chew it up, savoring all the flavors in my mouth. After
finishing the foul hot dog, I licked my hand clean and
flushing the roll down the toilet, pulled up my panties and
left.
That night at home, fingering my asshole and licking my
finger over and over, I kept thinking of the two giggling
girls looking at the puddle of piss that I had retched out
of my stomach. Trying to remember what it looked like on
the sidewalk but unable to. Could they tell. What would it
feel like to see them again. As I brought a stained finger
to my mouth I imagined them looking at me as I watched by
reflection in the mirror, I was now working two fingers at a
time into my ass, deep into my ass, coming out dirtier each
time, and then sucking them, savoring them, needing to
debase myself, wanting to attached my lips to the ring of my
anus and suck, slowly suck. I wanted to worm my tongue into
somebody's nasty asshole. I kept watching myself in the
mirror. Now bringing my fingers out of my ass and rubbing
them all over my lips and around my face, over and over
again, imagining the giggling girls in the room, commanding
this middle age woman to move from one to the other, letting
them smell my shit smeared face. I imagined it was their
shit. I fell asleep with my hand cupped over my mouth and
nose and a contented nasty smile on my lips.
I woke up with the nastiest taste I had yet to taste in my
mouth. The skin on my face was stiff and brown stained and
I stared in the mirror for a full five minutes before
grudgingly stepping into the shower to wash it off.
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