Time to Waste

by Jack

(WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex and associated acts involving human waste. The acts portrayed here are not recommended to be followed in any manner not involving safe sex practices. The following material is shared for non-commercial, fantasy purposes only.)

Well, at least you've survived your first meeting, Jack told himself as he loitered on the sidewalk in front of the run-down storefront. It had taken all the courage he had to drag himself down to the Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting that evening, even though the group met only two blocks from his loft.

And now here he was, 90 minutes later with coffee in hand, wandering around a bit awkwardly as other veteran members schmoozed and gossiped after the meeting on the street outside. Jack didn't know if he should feel embarrassed or relieved now that he had stood up in front of nearly two dozen people and identified himself as a "chronic masturbator"! Everyone had applauded and welcomed him, but Jack hadn't felt sufficiently relaxed to bring up what was really plaguing him: his non-stop fantasies of golden showers, brown showers, large knockers, spanking, female domination, and sexual freaks!! Perhaps next time. If there _was_ a next time!

Failing to strike up any conversations, and unsure how to begin, Jack was about to call it quits and walk back to his loft when a young woman who had earlier identified herself to the group as Siobhan strolled up and planted herself in front of him. Siobhan had grabbed his attention during introductions when she stood up and announced - rather proudly Jack had thought - that she was a "total pervert!" This audacious announcement had gotten a rather mixed reaction: smiles and applause from some folks and frowns and grumblings from others who apparently felt that loaded terms like "pervert" were out of place in a support group.

Jack's palms immediately began to sweat. Siobhan would be considered a knockout in any crowd, with her long wavy brown hair nearly down to her ample ass, a cute face accented with sultry eye shadow and dark lipstick, a formfitting crimson dress that stopped just short of her knees, and a stunning chest that could best be described as extremely "top heavy." But in the dressed-down atmosphere of a Sex Addicts meeting - where sweatshirts and jeans served to mask most participants' sexuality in a studied blandness - she looked oddly out of place, as if she had interrupted a hot date to attend the meeting.

Jack flashed the best smile he could for someone who had recently identified himself as a compulsive jack-off artist and forced out a "Hi there," trying not to crush his now empty styrofoam cup out of nervousness. Siobhan looked him up and down, smiled somewhat impishly and responded in a throaty voice.

"Hi yourself - Jack, wasn't it? This looked like your first time at one of these groups!"

"That's for sure!" Jack grinned and tried mightily to keep his eyes off Siobhan's astoundingly deep cleavage. Up close Jack became aware that her nipples - which looked to be the size of thimbles - were pushing out the dress's fabric on both of her jutting breasts. Jack wondered if he was going to pass out as all of his blood suddenly rushed to his cock giving him a raging hard-on. He shifted his gaze reluctantly and noticed the empty styrofoam cup in her hand. "Say, can I get you some more coffee?"

Siobhan wrinkled her nose and looked momentarily pained. "Coffee? The stuff they have at these meetings is more like battery acid! I've drunk all I can stand, I'm afraid. In fact, I already have to pee so bad that I'm having to keep my legs crossed!" Siobhan crossed her shapely legs at the ankles for emphasis and groaned. "And the worst part is that they don't even have a toilet in this stupid little meeting hall! It's a crime!"

Jack's ears perked up at this news of a damsel in distress and his bashfulness fled as the universe suddenly seemed to click into place.

"Listen, Siobhan. I've got a loft two blocks from here - relief is just a four minute walk away! C'mon!"

"Now that's a good line if I ever heard one! A man with a toilet is a good thing to find! You've got yourself a customer! Let's go!"

The pair grabbed their jackets and set off briskly for Jack's loft. On the way, Jack had to remind himself to breathe deeply and relax. Don't get your hopes up, pal, he thought to himself. But his cock was clearly more optimistic: his hard-on showed no signs of letting up at all. Blessedly, by the time they reached the large metal door to Jack's building and he unlocked the deadbolt, an easy rapport had developed between the two. It turned out that Siobhan had only recently moved to the area from back East and this was her first time at this support group as well.

As they climbed the stairs to his artist's loft in what had formerly been a small brick factory building, Jack's threw all caution to the wind and let his growing curiosity win out. "Siobhan, excuse me if this is too personal a question, but what did you mean when you introduced yourself to the group as 'a total pervert!?' I suppose I'm no one to talk, but isn't that a bit extreme as a self-description?"

Jack unlocked the door to the loft and flicked a switch on the wall. As they hustled inside Siobhan flung off her jacket and looked around excitedly.

"Good question, Jack. But before I try to answer it, just point me to the bathroom!"

"Oh right! It's over there behind the kitchen area. Just go past the sink and make a sharp right. I'll heat some water for some _real_ coffee if you like."

"Sure thing! Excuse me."

As she trotted across the loft, Jack followed at a discreet distance. As a struggling artist, Jack had refurbished the loft in an imaginative but minimalist fashion. To simplify the plumbing, he had installed a toilet, sink, and old fashioned bathtub immediately adjacent to the kitchen area. In a loft like this with no partitions, the only thing separating the john from the kitchen was a thin curtain. As Siobhan moved behind the curtain, Jack strode up to the stove and grabbed the water kettle. He was about to fill it with fresh water at the sink when he became aware of Siobhan less than two yards away! The light was just right so that he could see her voluptuous silhouette. The toilet seat banged down, there was a slight pause, and then Siobhan's audible sigh of relief followed immediately by the loud hiss of her stream of urine. Jack's boner twitched and his imagination was flooded with images of Siobhan with her panties around her ankles peeing urgently. He found himself standing dead still, straining to hear if she was going to do anything more. The thought excited him. And then he awkwardly became aware of his own silence.

Get a grip, Jack! he told himself and somewhat noisily returned to the task at hand. Filling the tea kettle with fresh water he put it on the stove to boil and set about grinding coffee beans and fitting a Melitta filter above a coffee pot. The kettle was just beginning to whistle when Siobhan emerged from behind the curtain waving a magazine. Jack winced and blushed a bright red to match her dress. It was a copy of _Toilet Slave Quarterly_ his favorite "fetish" magazine.

"Interesting bathroom reading you've got here, Jack! No wonder you're a 'chronic masturbator'! This magazine is incredibly twisted." Siobhan's lips curled in a little sneer. Convinced that he had totally blown it and was about to get a heated lecture, Jack sighed resignedly and steeled himself for the inevitable. He should have known better than to entertain pick-up fantasies about a fellow attendee at a recovery meeting!

There was a ten second pause, which seemed like an eternity, before Siobhan spoke further, a smirk replacing the sneer.

"In fact, Jack, I'd have to say that anyone who enjoys this magazine must be a 'total pervert', too!" Siobhan burst out laughing at the surprised look on Jack's face. "Judging from the stuff in this it looks to me like we're two peas in a pod - no pun intended. The only difference is that you fantasize about it while I actually _do_ it!"

Jack swallowed hard and tried to make sense out of having the tables suddenly turned. A minute before he was sure he was going to get blasted once again for being too sleazy and too sick. That's what his wife had accused him of when she had left him three years ago. And so had every other woman to whom he had tentatively broached these outre fantasies that had been plaguing him for years.

Yet here, for the first time in his life, was a woman - his dream woman, you could say - teasing him for not being sleazy enough! Or so it seemed. Recovering a bit of his aplomb he rose to his own defense.

"Wait a minute, Siobhan! I don't get it! If you're so proud of being a pervert, what were you doing at a Sex Addicts meeting? At least I went because I recognized I have a problem!"

"You do have a problem, Jack. I'll grant you that! But it's not what you think! These kinky ideas are only torturing you because you keep them bottled up inside. You stay indoors with your stroke books and stew in your own guilt when you could be out having fun! That's your problem!

"I'll let you in on a little secret... Sure I stop by support groups occasionally - I used to visit one or two back East every now and then. But I don't go to wallow in guilt and wring my hands like most people there! Absolutely not! I go because they're a good place to meet guys like you who are on my wavelength. When I'm lucky I can rescue them from the guilt-mongers before they're lost for good.

"Look at you! You're obviously intelligent. You're good looking if a bit too shy, but you mean well. And you've had the courage to consider ways of sexual pleasure that Mr. Joe Normal would sooner die than admit to. When I call myself a 'total pervert' it's a calling card not a tortured confession!"

Siobhan caught her breath and glanced around the kitchen. "Sorry if I'm giving you a hard time. But I'm incredibly horny and it just drives me nuts to see a guy like you flinching because I waved one of their magazines around! Have some balls and stand up for your kinks! Say, what happened to that 'good' coffee you were making? If we're lucky this could be a long night!"

"The water got cold while you were talking." Jack said with a trace of irony. "It'll just take a minute to reheat it." He walked over to the stove and turned the burner back on. "Alright, I get your point. Just listen to my side of the story for a minute, would you?"

"Certainly. I'm all ears!" Siobhan gave him an encouraging smile and took a seat at the wooden kitchen table.

The kettle whistled and Jack brought it over to the table, pouring the hot water into the filter full of coffee. The trickling sound as the water slowly filled the pot reminded him of Siobhan's hissing pee just a few minutes before. There's a lot at stake here, he thought. You better make this good.

"I can't speak for anyone else, Siobhan. All I know is my own life. As far as I can tell, certain things happened to me when I was so young I can hardly remember them. I suspect I was weaned way too early. My mother and I didn't see eye to eye about toilet training and my stubbornness over cooperation led to several, er, traumatic incidents. When I grew a little older I was caught playing doctor with a neighbor girl and severely punished. Finally, I was painfully shy up until the last year or two of high school. Add these all up and you get a shitload of strange predilections, so to speak. That's the psychological rationale."

Jack poured them both steaming cups of coffee and continued.

"For years I tried to be normal and put my past behind me. I dated nice girls and eventually got married to one of them. But as time passed these old ideas kept popping up unexpectedly and there was nowhere for them to go. Believe me, my wife didn't want to hear about water sports or spanking much less shit play or domniatrix scenes. When I tried to lead her gently in that direction she balked and went back to her family, convinced that I was a total pervert. And she didn't mean it as a compliment!

"We split up three years ago. Since then I've met several attractive women who seemed street smart and open-minded. But once again if I brought up anything kinky they thought I was insane! So, a year or two ago, I finally gave up. I just figured I'd have to live with my fantasies unfulfilled and grease up my good right hand for the duration.

"And that was okay for a while - until recently, at least. But the more that I stayed at home and jerked off every night, the more I felt like a stunted pervert and a failure. When I finally realized that a Sexual Addicts group was meeting nearby I thought maybe they'd be able to help. So I showed up tonight. End of story.

"You can call me a coward for not acting on my fantasies, but maybe you inhabit some alternate universe full of kinky and willing partners. I suspect any man would be willing to do nearly anything you asked in order to get into bed with you. You're stunningly beautiful! Hell, you name it, I'll do it! Just keep in mind that I never managed to hook up with any network of deviants, if there are such things. I may have twisted fantasies, but as far as "live scenes" go I'm a total novice!"

Jack sat back and looked across at Siobhan. With that off his chest he actually felt more relaxed and open than he had in months, maybe years. Siobhan was leaning over the table, her hands on her chin and her breasts nearly spilling out of her dress top. She eyed him mischievously in a way that made him think that perhaps all was not lost.

"Very good! I like honesty. Now we're getting somewhere!" She stood up and stretched lithely, keeping her eyes focused on his all the while. She looked deliciously sexy and Jack was tempted to leap up, grab her, and head for the bed. But things still didn't quite add up.

"What I still don't get, Siobhan, is why _you_ are so kinky. Like I said, you look like you could have any man in town just by snapping your fingers. You seem outgoing, good-humored, well-adjusted even, just to talk with you at least. Why go slumming for sleaze at Sex Addicts meetings, for God's sake!?"

"Jack, please get it through your head that I don't consider you sleaze any more than I _really_ consider us 'total perverts.' We may be _out there_, but to my mind the real perverts are the jerks running the governments and the world economy, the high and mighty who make their livings off of wars and fast deals and pushing poor people around. That's perverse in my book, not people who like to play with each other sexually!

"But you're right. I seem like an unlikely candidate for kinky sex games that most people find bizarre. Like you I think things just flowed that way. I don't remember any traumas, but I do know that as long as I can remember I loved to play doctor with the neighborhood kids. We had a close knit pack in grade school and we'd dare each other as to who could be the most outrageous. It didn't take long before we were seeing who could pee the longest or who could get away with shitting in the most public place and not get caught. It was a tremendous rush!

"By the time my periods began one of my girlfriends had discovered her father's stash of extremely kinky porno which he'd bought on trips to Europe. A few of us girls used to get together over at her house when her folks were out and study these full color magazines full of water sports, fist fucking, toilet slaves, and tit torture. We never tried most of that stuff at the time - it was a bit too much for 11 year old girls to handle. But we got used to thinking about it and sometime's we'd masturbate together.

"Then, as luck would have it, my breasts grew quite large very early - I was wearing C cups already when I hit 7th grade, and I was having to fend off boys left and right. It didn't take me long to discover that I held the upper hand in any relationship I was in. I got a tremendous sense of power and self-confidence from my sexiness and I let the boys know who was boss!

"Strangely enough, I was in no hurry to go all the way. I discovered that endless, excruciating foreplay and little erotic scenarios we'd act out were fun enough. I had several girlfriends who felt they had to give in to their pushy boyfriends or they'd lose them. And then they'd end up pregnant and get pressured into getting married or having abortions. No way! I didn't need that hassle. So I bided my time and ended up going steady my senior year and on into college with this sweet guy whose imagination was nearly as extreme as mine.

"But then he had this sudden "born again" trip and dropped me like a hot potato. I was plenty angry but I figured, hey there are plenty more fish in the sea. I was majoring in psych and spent the next two or three years getting a Masters in human sexuality. I got so busy studying sex that for awhile there I didn't have much time for relationships or sex itself. And then when I finally graduated, I discovered that meeting guys who liked to play my kind of games was tougher once you were away from the campus. That's when I hit upon Sexual Addict groups as a cool device for meeting new faces now and then.

"Anyway, I didn't mention it before, but I just love teaching virgin perverts how to 'come out'! I could tell you had promise from across the room tonight and I think I guessed right! Jack, you look like a fast learner, so let's make a deal. Just follow my directions and do as I say and I'll see that we both get off. No excuses now, and no backing out! Okay? I find these first-time test runs really go best if I take the lead and direct the action. We're going to play a variety of roles tonight, so pay attention closely. I'll give you all the clues you need in order to keep things hot!"

"Oh God, Siobhan, that sounds great! I'm at your service!"

"Well, alright! Let's get nasty!"

* * *

Siobhan strolled lazily over to where Jack was sitting and stood just inches from him. She reached out her lithe little arms and ran her fingers through his hair. Then firmly grasping his head she brought it forward, nearly smothering him with her breasts. She rubbed her bulging tits back and forth across his face driving him mad with the sensuous feel of her aroused nipples encased in a lacy bra lightly covered by her satin dress.

"Does Jackie like Mommie's breasts?" Siobhan cooed gently.

"Oh yes, Mommie!" answered her virgin pervert eagerly. "I like them a lot!"

"Would Jackie like to kiss Mommie's breasts?"

"Please, Mommie, please!"

"Perhaps Jackie should kiss them now, just to make sure!"

Jack cupped her red-clad breasts in his hands and nuzzled between them. Then he covered first the left then the right breast with light kisses, paying special attention to her protruding nipples. He could feel the filigree of her bra cups on his lips as his tongue darted out and flicked one of the hardened nipples back and forth. Siobhan sighed huskily and stopped him for a moment, her hand on his head.

"Is Jackie hungry? Does he want Mommie to nurse him? Breasts are so much nicer than that stupid ol' bottle!"

Jack could feel his erection rapidly telescoping in his pants. He liked this game a lot!

"Oh yes, Mommie! I want to suck your breasts so bad!"

"That's nice, sweetheart! Why don't we go over to the couch where Mommie can be comfortable."

Siobhan took Jack's hand and they walked over to the large leather couch in the loft's living room area.

"I think Jackie should take his pants and shirt off so that he feels more his age," Siobhan said decisively. "And when he's done with that, he can help Mommie with her dress and bra.

Jack speedily removed his pants and shirt, feeling slightly foolish standing there in his Fruit of the Looms with his large and twitching cock tenting out in front.

Siobhan walked over to him and pirouetted around, presenting him with her back.

"Now Jackie, unzip Mommie's dress."

Jack did as he was told, finding the zipper beneath her long brown tresses and pulling it down. Siobhan shrugged the red straps off her shoulders and let the dress drop to the floor around her ankles, keeping her back to him. All she had on were a white brassiere and lacy white panties stretched tight across her large fleshy buttocks.

"And now can my big boy unhook Mommie's bra?"

"I'll try, Mommie!"

Jack struggled with the little hooks for a moment before the deed was done.

"Thank you, Jackie."

Siobhan slowly turned to face him, her hands cupping her breasts, keeping the large bra cups in place. With a swift lithe movement she shrugged the bra straps off her shoulders and let go of the cups. The brassiere dropped to the floor and Jack was presented with a sight that made his mouth water.

Freed from confinement, Siobhan's large rounded breasts swung low on her chest, graced with faint stretch marks and extravagantly large brown areola. In the center of each areola was a stiff nipple the size of a thumb.

Siobhan walked over to the large couch and lowered her buttocks onto it as if she were settling delicately onto the face of a lover. Sitting, her lovely breasts nearly reached to her lap and she motioned Jack over.

"Come to Mommie!"

Jack got gently on the couch and lowered his head onto her lap, face up. Siobhan took his head in her hand and brought his hungry mouth over to her left breast.

"Suck them, Honey, please!"

Jack grasped the thimble-like nipple between his lips and sucked. Siobhan moaned. He opened his mouth wider and tried to encompass as much of her pebbly areola as possible. He could feel it contract into a cluster of wrinkles and bumps beneath his tongue and he sucked the spongy mass vigorously towards the back of his throat. Siobhan stiffened.

"Oh baby! That's it! Mommie's titties need sucking real bad! Ohh, you're making Mommie so wet!"

Siobhan squirmed around on the couch and Jack caught a whiff of the heady perfume of her cunt just inches from his head. He shifted slightly and reached for her other swollen teat. It felt so soft yet firm to his touch. His fingers lightly grasped the other nipple and pulled gently, then harder. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, back and forth, back and forth, then tugged again. Meanwhile, he mimicked the same motions on her other breast with his lips, stiffening them against his teeth.

The odor of pussy juices flowing permeated the air, mixed enticingly with the smell of leather from the couch. Siobhan's breathing became labored. Little grunts and groans escaped from her lips and Jack's head bobbed up and down on her lap as she rubbed her cunt forcefully into the couch beneath him.

"Pinch them! Oh! Twist them! Bite them! Ohhhh! I'm coming! Ahhhh..." Siobhan's eyes were shut tight, her head thrown back, her beautiful face distorted in a grimace of ecstatic agony. Then she relaxed, took Jack's head in both her hands and held it to her tightly.

"Oh, Jackie, you made Mommie very happy! That was a very good beginning! Let's catch our breaths for a moment." Siobhan cooed. Then her tone of voice shifted slightly to a more formal, even haughty tone, as she asked "I'm so thirsty! Can you bring us some ice water, Jackson?"

Sensing a change in the scenario, Jack got up off her lap, stood, took a deep breath and replied in kind.

"Certainly, Ma'am! Would you like anything else while I'm up?"

"Why yes, come to think of it! Perhaps you can bring a large mixing bowl. Oh, and some olive oil if you have some. A clean towel would be nice, too. Thank you, Jackson."

When Jack came back across the loft from the kitchen, Siobhan was standing with her back to him looking out at the night skyline through the dirty windows. She still wore her white panties and red pumps but that was all. Jack put the serving tray down on the coffee table and stood quietly at attention.

"These windows really do need cleaning, Jackson! Perhaps you can attend to them later. However, I've got more important tasks for you right now." Siobhan swung around, her breasts swaying heavily as she walked over to where her butler stood, her heels clicking loudly on the polished hardwood floor.

"For instance... I believe my ass is long overdue for some serious attention and worship. Little Jackie did an excellent job on my breasts - especially for such a young beginner - but it takes an older, more experienced man to appreciate a woman's ass, don't you think?"

"Very true, Ma'am!"

Siobhan walked past Jack to the coffee table. She picked up a tall glass of ice water and drank deeply, finishing it off in no time. Then she moved to the side of the couch and leaned forward with her hands on its arm rest, her legs spread, and her magnificent bottom stuck up in the air.

"Would you be so kind as to come over here and tell me what you think, Jackson? Do I have a nice ass?"

Jack stepped over to where Siobhan stood bent over and squatted behind her. In this position he could see how her panties hugged the contours of her buttocks. There was a wet stain in the panties' underside where they had been drenched with Siobhan's juices. The pungent odor of a woman in heat made his nostrils flare. A raw excitement began to build in his gut.

"I dare say Madam's ass is unequaled for its bewitching beauty. The flawless texture of the skin just begs to be touched."

"Yes, doesn't it now?" Siobhan said wryly. "Well, let's take things in their proper order, shall we? I think it would be best if you controlled yourself and only touched my bottom with your nose, to begin with. Go ahead, Jackson, this is no time to dawdle!"

Jack nosed against the unimaginably soft skin of her ass. She must use baby powder on it every day, he thought to himself, marveling at its smoothness. His nose slid across the satiny surface of her panties and stopped at the crack in her ass. He nudged the material up into the crack, breathing deeply as he worked away. His nostrils were parked just above where the panties hid her asshole when he felt her push herself back against his snout. There was a faint hiss of escaping gas and the dirty sweet smell of her anal vapors enveloped him. Jack inhaled deeply and leaned his nose even deeper into the valley between her cheeks.

Siobhan broke his reveries suddenly.

"Oh, Jackson, sorry to interrupt your meditations but this posture is beginning to tire me. Why don't you remove my panties with your teeth and then we'll move to the bed. And be snappy about it!"

Jack shifted his legs to a kneeling position and grabbed the elastic band of her panties with his teeth. He tugged and peeled the panties slowly down over the expanse of her bottom. By pulling first on one side and then on the other, he was able to bring them down to the tops of her thighs. He paused. Siobhan stood, brought her legs together and he grabbed the panties again in his mouth and yanked them down her smooth shapely legs. They fell around her feet and she stepped daintily out of them.

Jack was down on all fours and Siobhan turned around and stood over him, her hands on her hips and her large brown nipples taunting him. For the first time Jack had a chance to see her pussy. A thrill went through his body as he saw the profusion of thick pubic hair surmounting her cunt. The bush hung down in thick unruly curls, totally masking her pussy. Before he could catch his breath, Siobhan quickly moved away and walked over to his bed, her high heel clicking.

"Jackson!" she called back to him in her haughty manner. "Don't forget the tray!"

Jack obediently picked up the crowded tray and brought it over to the bed side. He placed it on the floor. Siobhan lay face down on his bed, her face nestled sideways in a pillow. She looked at him with the fondness of a mistress for her favorite manservant.

"You must be thirsty from all your exertions, Jackson. Don't forget to drink your water so that you don't become dehydrated!"

"Madam is too kind."

Jack reached down and grabbed his glass from the tray and downed its contents in one long gulp. He felt the water gurgle in his stomach. Between all the coffee earlier and now this, he was beginning to feel the urge to pee. However this was no time to interrupt the proceedings for a quick run to the john. He would just have to hold it for now.

"Now Jackson, my bottom needs to be worshiped. If you treat it well, it may reward you with unspeakable pleasures. If you love it, it will love you back. You may now anoint it."

Jack paused only a second before he realized she was referring to the bottle of olive oil on the tray by his feet. He grabbed the bottle, uncapped it, and climbed onto the bed beside Siobhan. He carefully poured a thin stream of oil onto a cheek of her ass and spread it around quickly before it could run off the sides. He repeated the gesture with her other cheek and leaned over replacing the bottle on the tray.

Then he proceeded to caress her bottom, rubbing the olive oil all over her buttocks, and into the crack of her ass. He felt the tickle of little hairs against his oily fingers and realized that her forest of dark pubic hair extended from her pussy all the way past her anus and up the valley between her cheeks. She was like an elegant animal.

"Mmmm. That feels so good, Jackson. Very good indeed! Now that you have anointed my bottom, it's time to use your tongue. My ass needs to be licked and cleaned."

Siobhan stuck her ass up at him, keeping her torso pressed against the bed. Jack grasped her behind on either side and raked his tongue up and down her cheeks. He licked her bottom all over, giving it a thorough tongue bath. And then with his blood pounding loudly in his ears he moved his tongue to the hairy crack between her buttocks. His fingers grasped her fleshy globes as he tongued the oil, sucking the hairs and tugging on them gently with his lips. Her bouquet was overpowering, a heady mix of cunt juice, olive oil, lingering farts and perfume. He worked his way down to her asshole and then drew back momentarily to steal a peek at her secret hole. There was a little ring of short hairs encircling her puckered anus. While he watched, Siobhan flexed her anus at him, making it wrinkle and contract. He dove at it with his mouth and licked its perimeter. Siobhan sighed and relaxed her anus, and a little squish of oil escaped from it.

For the first time Siobhan brought her hand up to her cunt and started fingering herself. She dipped her fingertips between the lips of her dripping pussy, briefly brushing her hand against Jack's chin. Then she moved her hand back and Jack knew that she was massaging her clit.

Jack stiffened his tongue and pushed it into the aperture. He wiggled his tongue's tip back and forth inside her bowels and then he stopped, his heart in his throat. He could feel something in there, almost like another tongue reaching out to meet his.

"Oh God!" Jack thought. "It's a turd!"

This excited him immeasurably and he was afraid he might shoot off at any moment. With one hand he reached back to his own crotch and found the head of his rigid cock slick with leaking seminal fluid. He reapplied himself to the task at hand.

Jack flicked his tongue in little circles around the circumference of the turd, probing it's tip. It felt quite solid. When he withdrew his tongue back into his mouth, he savored the taste. It was bittersweet and brackish and faintly meaty.

"Is there some problem, Jackson?" Siobhan had noticed the pause in his ministrations. Jack was certain that she had also been quite conscious of his tongue- play with her turd and turned on by it.

"Not exactly a problem, Ma'am," he replied. "But there does seem to be some object getting in the way of the cleaning procedure!"

"Are you sure, Jackson? That hardly seems possible. Perhaps you had better probe with your finger!"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Jack stuck the still oily middle finger of his right hand in his mouth and added a layer of saliva to it. Then he brought it to her wrinkled asshole and wiggled the aperture open. Siobhan redoubled her efforts on her clit, her legs tensing and her whole pelvis vibrating. He wormed his finger in her shithole up to his first knuckle and there was the turd. He pushed against it and could feel it give slightly. He pushed the turd back up her rectum another knuckle-length and then drew back to the first knuckle. The turd pushed back to its original position. He pushed the turd up again and pulled back. Siobhan's sphincter squeezed his finger tightly and he could tell she was in heaven as she pushed the turd in her rectum back against his finger.

"That's it Jackson! That's it! Fuck the shit in my ass! Fuck it! Uhhhnnh! Uhhhnnh!" In her orgasmic rush, Siobhan was hissing out ecstatic obscenities as Jack powered his greasy digit back and forth in her ass.

And then Siobhan came with an unearthly grunting scream and suddenly the force of the turd was too strong against Jack's finger. Her rectum spasmed, ejecting his finger, and then a large solid turd emerged, dropping into Jack's open hand.

"Holy shit!" Jack uttered. He quickly brought his other hand around as her anus dilated again and another turd pushed out.

Siobhan collapsed forward on the bed like a rag doll, a muffled purr-like moan coming from her mouth. Jack knelt behind her, his hands cupped under her dark brown turds. They were hot and steaming like some fresh food out of the oven. The stench was glorious, a dirty filthy odor that threw Jack back to his earliest infanthood, even before his conscious memories began.

Carefully cradling the turds, Jack slid off the side of the bed. He stood there quietly, looking with awe from Siobhan to her warm turds, marveling at her precious present for him. He was so happy he felt like crying. He carefully deposited the turds in the mixing bowl on the tray, appreciating Siobhan's experience and foresight in setting up the scene. Then he just stood there wondering what to do next.

Siobhan stirred on the bed, opened her eyes and raised herself up on her elbows.

"Wow!" she said. She shook her head as if to clear it, and then spoke crisply.

"Doctor! As soon as you're done removing the specimens and washing your hands, I believe the next patient will be ready for you. I'll call her in and have her disrobe."

"Thank you, Nurse!" Jack replied confidently.

He reached down and picked up the mixing bowl and walked across the loft and behind the kitchen. Somewhat reluctantly he dropped the turds in the toilet and flushed it. Then returning to the kitchen he washed his hands well in the sink, the feel of the water on his hands increasing the need he felt to pee. Something told him that he shouldn't take that piss just yet, but hold it as long as he could. The night was not over by a long shot.

He rinsed out the mixing bowl and brought it back with him to the bedroom area. He found Siobhan sitting up in bed, her legs slung over the side, and his discarded shirt draped over her front, like a patient's smock. She spoke in a new voice, a bit worried and naive.

"Oh, there you are, Doctor! The Nurse said I should wait in here. I'm glad you could squeeze me in at this late hour!"

"It's my pleasure, Ms --?"

"Powell... Edna Powell."

"Alright, Ms. Powell. Now what seems to be the problem?"

Siobhan's brow wrinkled and she seemed to huddle beneath the smock. She looked up at him hopefully.

"Well, I have a very unusual condition that I need your opinion on. It's a bit embarrassing, really. It has to do with my... privates."

"Now Ms. Powell, no need to be embarrassed. I'm quite experienced in these matters and believe me, it's unlikely that your condition will be something new under the sun. Why don't we get you up here on this table," Jack gestured towards the bed she was sitting on, "and we'll take a look."

Jack turned up the lamp on the stand by the bed and a wider pool of light illuminated the bed. Siobhan scurried back on the bed, leaned back crosswise on it, and bent her legs at the knees. Remembering the towel he'd brought over earlier, Jack folded it in half and placed it under Siobhan's raised thighs.

The perfume of her pussy wafted forth again and Jack remembered that he still hadn't come. One of these times, he thought, one of these times.

Jack leaned over as Siobhan slowly lifted the smock exposing her hairy snatch. As he'd noted earlier, there was a jungle of curls enveloping her crotch and extending down her soft inner thighs. Well, she certainly was the most generously hirsute woman he'd ever met. But then he looked again and did a double take. He leaned closer to get a better look.

"Here, Doctor! Let me help you see it better!"

Siobhan reached down and combed back her luxurious pelt with her fingers, pulling the thick tangle of curls back from her cunt lips. There at the top of her labia, emerging from a fold of skin was her clitoris. But this wasn't just any old clitoris, this was a prodigious clitoris the size of a woman's thumb. As Siobhan fondled her clit it stiffened further, unfurling in size until it was at least two inches long.

"Now do you see what I mean, Doctor?" she said plaintively. "When I play with it, it grows this big and aches something awful! I feel like such a freak!"

"Well, Ms Powell - or may I call you Edna?"

"Please!"

"Well, Edna. There's no need to feel shame because of your unusually developed clitoris. I dare say it adds to your charm. However, you are, in fact, correct: This is the first time that I've dealt with someone with quite your condition. I find it fascinating of course. Perhaps you can answer a few questions for me."

"I'll try."

"Has your clitoris always been this big?"

"No! It didn't really seem to be noticeably different in size until I was a teenager. And then it only seemed to grow really large once I started masturbating. Oh dear, now you've got me blushing!"

Siobhan hid her face with her hands and Jack swore he could see a flush of red in her cheeks.

"You say it aches. Can you tell me what you mean by that?"

"Well, Doctor, whenever I'm aroused and I've fondled my clit and my pussy, my clit stiffens up just like a little penis. It feels all tense and and won't go down again until I have an orgasm. It used to shrink back down if I my arousal went away. But these days once it's stiff my arousal can't go away until I come! And even then, it sometimes takes several orgasms for it to be really satisfied. It's a greedy little thing!"

"I can see it is, Edna. Do you mind if I touch it?"

"Not at all, Doctor. I have complete confidence in your skills."

Gently, Jack stroked the little girl-prick. It quivered to his touch and Siobhan sighed.

"Oh Doctor, that feels good!"

Jack grew bolder and gave the clit a firm squeeze between two fingers. Siobhan squealed and her cunt lips became slick with pussy juice.

"Here, I think I can examine this better, if we get you turned this way on the examining table."

Jack slid Siobhan around on the bed so her head was up at the pillows. He climbed on the bed and got down between her spread-eagled legs.

"Now, Edna, I'm going to try a little experiment and you tell me how it feels, okay?"

Jack stuck out his tongue and slithered it up and down her throbbing clit. Siobhan shuddered. Then he brought his mouth up over the mutant girl-dick and slowly brought its whole length into his mouth. Jack sucked. Varying the suction, and the motion of his tongue, he sluiced the clitoris around. Siobhan bucked her hips up and down and made inarticulate sobbing moans. Jack let the distended organ pop out of his mouth like an all day sucker and he looked up at Siobhan. She had thrown off the smock and was gripping a nipple in each hand, yanking them roughly, pulling her tit flesh away from her rib cage like the pointed tops of circus tents.

"So, Edna, how did that feel?" Jack quizzed the desperate woman. He knew she was in the throes of building to an orgasmic peak, but he was the Doctor now and she had entrusted herself to his care.

"Doctor, please!" Siobhan panted. "Don't stop now! My clit aches worse than ever!"

"Tut tut! Not to worry!" Jack assured her with his best bed-side manner. "I merely want to try a different kind of treatment. A little unconventional perhaps, but unless I'm mistaken it should bring relief. Here, let's make sure your clit has plenty of lubrication."

Jack enveloped it in his mouth again and slathered spittle all over the little girl-cock. Siobhan moaned pleasurably.

Then quickly sliding off the bed, Jack reached down and pulled off his shorts. His rampant cock sprung free, great drips of pre-cum swinging off its head. Getting back on the bed, he scooted forward and pointed his own ass at Siobhan's crotch.

"Now flatten your legs and let me lower myself onto your clit. If my weight is too much, just tell me!"

Siobhan raised up on her elbows and watched excitedly as Jack lowered his own anus directly over her monstrous clitoris. He grunted and pushed back against the spittle-covered organ. It slipped into his tight asshole slowly but smoothly. Jack felt his rectum tingle as her girl-cock snaked in. It hurt at first but soon it felt like a very slippery turd - one that throbbed and twitched of its own accord in his bowels. He looked down at her and smiled. Siobhan grinned back encouragingly.

"Oh, Doctor! That feels just fine! Now try moving up and down a little!"

Jack did as she suggested, sitting in a squat and drawing his anus first up and then sliding back down again. Jack could feel his prostrate being massaged by the monster clit, and his boner bulged even larger, like a small arm shaking its fist at Siobhan. Up and down, up and down he moved, buggering himself with her obscene tool, savoring the greasy, grainy friction of her flesh slipping in and out of his bowels. Siobhan's and Jack's eyes locked and an electric current seemed to pass between them. Jack paused for a moment.

"Whew, Edna! I don't know how long I can keep this up! I think this feels great for both of us but this is a very tiring position!"

"Doctor, please! Don't hurt yourself!"

Siobhan reached down and helped Jack rise from his squatting position. Then she suddenly grabbed her knees and brought her legs up in a folded position against her chest. Her cunt and clit bulged out between her thighs beckoning at Jack.

"Please, Doctor! Finish me off with your hard cock! Ram that fucker up my cunt and fuck me hard, you bastard!"

The scenario was breaking down in the face of her wanton lust. Clearly Siobhan no longer had the patience for roles and teasing. She needed release desperately and wouldn't take no for an answer. She grabbed his dripping boner and guided it to her pussy lips, inserting the swollen head between her hungry labia.

Jack felt her cunt grip his cock snugly. God she was wet! His dick snaked up her tight little pussy until it was fully inserted. Her giant clit tickled against his own public hair and his balls banged against her butt. He leant over Siobhan and let his weight fall on his elbows. With his hands he grabbed her wobbling breasts from the side and mashed them together. As he stroked his engorged dick in and out of her sopping cunt, he rapidly moved his mouth from one nipple to the next, back and forth. Siobhan grunted and squealed. Then pushing her breasts even tighter together he made her nipples nearly touch each other. Opening his mouth wide, he sucked both nipples into his mouth at once and chewed down hard on the knobby flesh.

Siobhan growled and bucked. Her right hand was in the tight space between their crotches, jerking off her girl-dick frantically. With her left hand she slapped Jack's ass cheek with stinging blows, over and over.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! It's here!"

Her orgasm broke just as Jack's own climax hit. Her body stiffened and her cunt muscles gripped his cock in velvet spasms. His sperm shot forth deep into her womb for what felt like an eternity. From the tummy down he felt like their bodies had merged into one languid beast, and then he collapsed onto his elbows, mashing his chest against hers and breathing tiredly against her neck.

They lay there a long time, until he felt his cock shrink in size and she stirred beneath him.

"Time to get up and go rinse off, Jack," Siobhan whispered in his ear. "Let's coordinate this together so that we don't make a mess."

They rolled on their sides together and uncoupled. Siobhan grabbed the towel and held it to her crotch as they both rose and headed for the bathroom. As Jack watched, Siobhan sat down on the toilet and proceeded to piss. He could hear the hiss of her pee and the plops of his sperm dripping out of her pussy in large drips. She looked at him naughtily and grinned.

"Want to help me rinse? Come over here!"

Jack walked over as she moved back slightly on the toilet seat.

"Rinse my pussy, Jack! I know you want to! You've been holding it all evening! Let 'er rip!"

Jack grinned back at her and took his now flaccid tool in his hand. He aimed it at her crotch and tightened his stomach muscles. A thick yellow stream of pee blasted forth hitting her pubes and lower belly. He hosed down her now shrunken clit, washing away the remains of spit and love juice and anal mucous that still clung to it. Siobhan reached down and pulled back her bush with her hand, and Jack drenched her hand and labia with the scalding stream. It felt heavenly to piss like this, to relieve the pressure and touch her most private parts with his geyser.

And then it was over, and he felt a deep weariness creep up. The perverted pair took a quick shower together, soaping each other tiredly, and then walked back to bed, hand in hand, for a well-deserved sleep.