Sammy stories

[Narada]

HELLO? Is anybody out there???

*crickets chirping*

*sigh*

ANYWAY, I have decided to re-post chapter one of the Sammy stories by MJMurra, who I haven't heard from in ages. He was working on chapter 6 of this series, last I heard. I was going to post all 5 here, but the rest are a bit long and won't post. Maybe I'll put them on the longer stories board, but that doesn't really hold longer stories either. *shrugs* Fuck it. Just enjoy part 1.

story contains: lesbianism, panty pooping, wetting, scat


Sammy part 1
by
MjMurra

Samantha was 18 years old and in her last year of high school. Standing about 5’5", 120 pounds, Sammy as her friends called her, certainly didn’t lack men’s attention. She has brunette hair and deep brown eyes that accent her full lips and wicked smile. She knew how to tease, and she used it to her full advantage. Sammy pulled her car into the parking lot of work and saw that Steph was working as well. Both girls worked at a café at a bookstore, serving coffee and various baked goods to make a few bucks during the summer. Samantha couldn’t help but feel slight butterflies in her stomach upon seeing Steph’s car, knowing that she’s going to spend the next eight hours with her.
Sammy walked to the office and punched in, making her way to the café area were Steph was getting ready for the day. As she rounded the corner to the area where the café is, she saw Steph bending over getting a coffee urn. Sammy couldn’t help but stop and take her in. Steph was taller, about 5’10" with a thin body accented with luscious, firm breasts. Steph was 20 years old with haunting green eyes, the kind that people lose sleep over because they can’t get them out of their head. Her verdant eyes rested sexily behind a pair of glasses, giving Steph the classic naughty librarian appearance. Both girls were in uniform, wearing tight khakis and white polo shirts.

Sammy averted her gaze slightly when Steph looked up. "Hey Sammy!" she shouted warmly. "Hurry up and start helping me." Samantha giggled and immediately went to work, trying to erase the lewd thoughts she was having of Steph. The frequent shots of her cleavage and ass were distracting indeed, but the day eventually wound down and Sammy was able to control herself. She said goodbye to Steph as she left work for home.
The car ride started out well enough, but Sammy soon found herself preoccupied, daydreaming about what it would be like to tell Steph how she feels. Sammy has been with girls before, usually one-night stands or the occasional month-long relationships, but this is the first time she truly cared about someone this way. Steph was everything Sammy was looking for. She had a great attitude, loved the same things that Sammy did, and of course was unbelievably sexy. Sammy’s relationships with guys were always much easier to get into, although she never met anyone she felt comfortable enough to have sex with. With Steph though…it was different. It was tough to get over the hurdle of just being friends.

Sammy’s mind continued to wander as she finished up her fourth coffee of the day. Tossing the empty cup on her floorboard behind her, Sammy’s stomach continued to butterfly as she thought about Steph. She contemplated what it all meant. Why did she feel so strongly about Steph? Was she in love? Sammy sighed deeply as the reality of her situation set in. Steph wasn’t a lesbian or bi, and to make matters worse, Steph had a boyfriend. "It’s impossible. I can’t do it. I can’t tell her how I feel." Sammy spoke to herself often when she felt lonely, when she needed someone to talk to.

Pulling her car in the drive, Samantha was relieved to see that her parents were still at work. They always could tell when something was bothering her, and at that time, she really didn’t feel like talking about it. Slowly trudging up to her room, Samantha kicked off her black shoes and sat on the bed. She looked at the full-length mirror across her room and stared, smiling at herself. Sammy grabbed some deep red lipstick out of her purse and put it on, pursing her lips. She looked in the mirror again, brushing her brunette hair to the side with her hands, thinking and daydreaming all the while.

Sammy stood up and unbuckled her belt, sliding her tight khaki pants to the floor. She walked over closer to the mirror, stopping in front of it and turning to her side. She ran her fingers through her hair, turning a little bit more to look at her butt. Sammy giggled, happy that she was one of the few women in the world happy with her ass. Her panties rode low on her hips, white satin with purple lace trim. Pink, green, and purple spots decorated the front and back of her panties. Sammy tugged slightly on the waistband, pulling her panties up in the back and giving herself a slight wedgie. Her soft cheeks hung out slightly from the bottom of her panties. She continued to admire her ass for a few moments before sliding her shirt off of her head. Wadding it up in a ball, Samantha tossed it over onto the floor next to her khakis. Her bra matched her panties, purple lace tracing the outline of her small yet proportional breasts. Sammy put her hands under her boobs and pushed up, admiring her cleavage.

Samantha bent over and slid off her socks, tossing them over near her other clothes and stood back up. She turned and faced the mirror, her hands down at her side. Slowly she brought her right hand up across her stomach, lightly grazing her fingers on her smooth, tan skin. She could see her bladder bulging slightly and could feel the tell-tale signs of really needing to pee, but that could wait. This wasn’t the only time she could think of Steph the way she wanted to, but it was the only time she could at least do something about it, even if her ultimate fantasies remained unfulfilled.

Slowly closing her eyes, Sammy opened them again to see Steph standing slightly behind her. She smiled as Steph stepped closer, dressed in a lacey pink thong with a matching bra. Sammy was running her hands lightly over her own panties and bra, staring at Steph’s tits as she seductively came closer. Letting out a slight gasp of pleasure, Sammy felt Steph lean over her shoulder, her hot breath on her neck. Steph’s light kisses grazed Sammy’s shoulders, sending pleasurable shudders through her body. Samantha could feel Steph’s auburn hair tickling her skin, goose bumps covering her whole body. Waves of pleasure ran through her body as Steph lightly kissed and caressed her skin, sending Sammy into a deep fantasy. Her breath was short as she bit her lower lip, guiding Steph’s hands over her tits, down over her panties, rubbing and stroking in ways only a woman would know.

Sammy suddenly gasped as she felt a burst of pee squirt out of her pussy and into her panties, leaving a small yellowish stain. The fabric glistened slightly as Sammy’s heart raced. She looked at herself in the mirror. The image of Steph was gone, but the butterflies and extreme sexual feelings still remained. Sammy began to wonder what exactly was happening, why her body was responding in this way. She continued to look at herself in the mirror, strands of hair sticking to her slightly sweaty forehead. Reaching down to her panties, Sammy began to slide them off, suddenly stopping. Her small patch of dark brown pubic hair was showing in the mirror as her panties hung halfway, her thumbs in the waistband.

What…what if? Sammy’s mind started to race. Without even knowing what she was doing, she slid her panties back up, feeling the cool, damp spot against her already wet pussy. "Do it." Sammy looked around, instantly recognizing the soft, cool voice of Steph. Unfortunately, it was just a mirage, but still, she felt the desire, the need to follow Steph’s voice, even though she was nowhere near.

"D-do what?" Sammy replied, knowing full way what she was about to do.
Steph’s ethereal voice answered. "I want you to do it. Go potty in your pants." Sammy felt almost sick with nervousness. She had never done anything like this, and she knew that people would think she was insane. But somehow, someway, she knew that she must do this.

"I-I don’t know if…if I can do that." Sammy looked down meekly at the floor, her body trembling, her bladder now aching, her stomach a flock of monarchs.

"Please Sammy. Please do it for me." She bit her lower lip as she nodded to her reflection, her big brown eyes sparkling like a doe’s.

Sammy felt as if she was above herself looking down, completely not believing that this could possibly be happening, that she was truly about to do what she was. She stood tall, crossing her legs while standing, hands at her side. Moments passed, the room still, Sammy’s breath held in anticipation. Slowly her hand went to her stomach as her lip trembled, her palms sweaty. Her eyes sprang open as another wave of pee spurted out, this time invited. Instinctively, her body clenched tight, holding the piss in. Sammy could feel a small dribble run down her right thigh, cooling in the air of her bedroom. "Don’t worry Sammy. It’s what we both want." Relaxing, Sammy started to feel the sharp pinch of her full bladder recede as her crotch instantly felt hot, followed immediately by the warm flowing wetness. Golden piss ran down both of her legs as her breathing became erratic, both of her hands now up to her tits, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples through the soft fabric of her bra. A deep hissing sound filled the air, reminiscent of a faucet that is only partly turned on. The piss pooled out from her feet, spreading in a puddle on the carpet immediately beneath her. Sammy knew she was making a mess, but at this point, it simply didn’t matter.

Hot, yellow piss spread up in a half-moon pattern on the front of her panties and halfway across the back, causing the fabric to glisten as the pee soaked through. Sammy could smell her own strong urine, adding to her already indescribable lust. She breathed deeply, running her left hand down over her thighs, slowly across her calves, rubbing her piss into her tan skin. She felt incredible, stunned at the mere thought of what she was doing. Sammy’s right hand went to her clitoris, rubbing it gently over her panties, the piss still hissing down her legs and across her fingers. She felt her pussy start to tighten and then spasm, cumming hard. Sammy slid her hand between her legs to feel the last of the piss flow out, pressing it against her pussy as she came. Tears ran down her cheeks as she lost herself in the pleasure, her stomach still churning, her heart racing with thoughts of her current state and of Steph: her muse, her queen, her goddess.
Samantha took a deep breath as she looked at herself again in the mirror. Her face was now much sweatier, more strands of hair sticking to her flushed cheeks and forehead. She didn’t know what came over her as she laughed and laughed, giggling like a school girl at what just happened. Her legs were shaking as she put her hand on her chest, leaning back. The wet fabric of her panties clung to her ass and pussy, sliding easily in the more slippery crotch, thick with her cum. "You’re not done."

Sammy looked around, startled at Steph’s sultry voice. "Yes. Yeah I…I thought that’s what you wanted." Sammy looked at her confused reflection, dark rivers of pee showing up on her russet legs. She barely felt how cool they were in the air now, slightly itchy. "It is what I wanted Sammy. It’s what we both wanted. But you know you’re not done. You know you have to go, well, a little more."

Sammy looked shocked. "I can’t do that! Seriously. No. I can’t. Please I can’t." Her stomach immediately jumped again, and her pussy started warming up, sending hot waves through her body. Sammy looked at her reflection dazedly, her chest bright red. She knew the tell-tale signs of her own arousal, and her physical appearance was all the affirmation she needed.

"Yes you can Sammy. No one will know. Just you and me. Please Sammy. Please. I want to watch you."

Sammy’s hands unsnapped her bra in the back, letting it drop to the floor. She rubbed her nipples softly, pinching and pulling at them. They were light brown, quarter-sized, and rock hard between her fingertips. Sammy bit her lip while smiling wickedly. "OK Stephanie. I’ll do it. For you. But please don’t tell anyone."

"I won’t. It’ll be our little secret."

Sammy felt her cheeks turn even redder, felt the warmth throughout her body. Her blood pounded in her ears, her skin hot but still covered with goose bumps. She shivered slightly as she turned her ass towards the mirror. Looking over her shoulder, she could see how her panties rode up her ass slightly, the fabric clinging with great discipline. Sammy bent over, her hands on her knees. She could feel her fingernails dig into her skin, but her mind had no reaction. She was in a deep trance, overcome with feelings that she wasn’t sure anyone else has ever felt before. "I’m ready."

"Then go sweetie. Just relax."

Sammy held her breath and clenched her muscles, trying vainly to go. She took a deep breath and pushed, grunting slightly. She could see her whole face go red as she pushed. Slowly her asshole expanded, but Sammy clenched tight, the feeling too foreign, too forbidden to try. "I can’t."

Sammy imagined Steph walking close to her, looking her deep in the eyes. "Yes you can Sammy. You know you can do it. You know you want to do it. You know you need to do it. Make me happy." Sammy’s right hand went between her legs, her left still on her kneecap, knuckles white. Her index and middle fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties, rubbing her hard clit, her pussy unbelievably wet. She could smell her own body, sweat, pussy, piss, all mingling together. Sammy thought about Steph’s hand on her clit as she pushed, once again feeling her asshole stretch. This time, there was nothing to stop it.

Sammy moaned out loud, gasping with heavenly breaths as she felt the soft, warm shit spread out in her panties. She stared at the mirror, crackling sounds filling the air as a bulge grew in the back. The slightly transparent wet areas showed her shit spreading out, light brown staining the white of her panties. Sammy fell backward against the wall, her shoulders pressed hard against the mirror, her hips thrusting forward. Her panties sagged now, the shit forming a half-softball sized mound. Her fingers were rubbing her clit extremely hard now. Squelching, moist sounds were coming from her rapidly moving hands. Her left hand reached back and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them up tight. She came again, harder than the first time, feeling the shit spread up her ass crack and down near her pussy. Sammy suddenly could only see in tunnel vision, her mind unable to comprehend the immense pleasure her body was going through. She sank to the floor, dizzy, her body unable to move. She felt the warm bulge pressing against her heel as she rested on her knees, her body slumped against the wall.
Sammy caught her breath, eyes wet with tears because of her new discovery. She had no idea what had come over. No idea why she would ever think to do what she just did, why she would behave in such a manner. Her hand was still in her panties as the overpowering smell of her shit filled the air. The intoxicating smell was enough to get her hot again. Sammy started laughing again as her two fingers slipped into her sloppy wet pussy. She was still a virgin, but at this moment, it was hard to tell. Samantha’s fingers slid in and out as she ground her shitty panties against her heel, sliding back and forth, rotating her hips, feeling the shit spread everywhere inside of her panties. She came again, this time more subtly and quietly, closing her eyes and breathing deeply, softly murmuring to herself incoherently.

Slowly she stood up and saw the mess she made, knowing how much of a pain in the ass it was going to be to clean. Sammy did not care at all, however, because she found something. Found something that makes her feel the same way she does about Steph. Sammy wanted to share these two loves, wanted to experience both of them together, but she realized that it was probably never to be. Still, a smile crossed her face, because she knew that the future is always waiting to be written.

[dirtyalex]

Ah! Sammy stories... those were amazing stories! (especially the dirtier parts he wrote!)
Another great author who dissapeared unfortunatelly... thanks for posting part 1 here... couldn't find these anymore!

[Narada]

Sammy parts 2-5

I have saved all the parts to this cos it is really an amazing series! Tell you what--I am going to re-post the rest right here!

Sammy Part 2
by
Mjmurra

Steph picked up her phone and checked her text messages. "Who texted you?"

She turned towards her boyfriend Matt on the bed. "Sammy from work. She wants to know if I want to go with her on Friday to the mall."

"Wait…Sammy…is she the cute brunette chick?" Matt rolled over on his side, looking up at Steph. She looked gorgeous as usual, standing in her blue sleeping shorts, barely covering her ass cheeks, and white, tight-fitting tank top. A casual appearance, but sexy in a subtle way.

"You know who she is." Steph put her phone back on the dresser and walked over to the window. She pulled the hair-tie out of her ponytail, shaking her head and tossling her hair. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, the wind lightly tapping branches against the side of the house. "Is it supposed to be a bad storm? I can’t sleep in bad storms."

"I have no idea. I haven’t seen the weather reports. Come here, let’s watch TV." Matt flipped on the television as Steph climbed into bed next to him. She curled up on her left side, putting her right arm on Matt’s chest as he aimlessly flipped through channels. The light of the television lit the room a soft blue glow, occasionally punctuated with a harsh white flash of the approaching lightning. Steph slid her hand down Matt’s chest and towards his boxers, lightly rubbing. "Hey now! What’re ya doing?" He looked down at her and smiled, knowing that there’s not much stopping Steph when she’s in the mood.
Without saying a word, Steph rolled on top of him, putting her finger to her lip, signaling for him to be quiet. She grabbed his wrists and leaned her head forward, her hair falling across his chest. Steph placed kisses up and down his neck, over his chest, kissing his stomach. Her legs straddled Matt’s, both of them feeling the intense heat of one another’s bodies. She kissed him on the lips, grinding her hips on his, back and forth, feeling his arousal.

Steph leaned back, pulling her shirt off of her head. Matt’s hands went to her c-cup breasts, outlined by the ambient light. Steph’s pink nipples were dark in the night, rock hard beneath his palms. Her breasts felt warm, soft yet firm. She moaned softly as she continued to give her rudimentary lap dance. Matt’s hands grasped the waistband of Steph’s shorts and panties. She leaned her chest down and raised her butt in the air, helping guide her clothes off. Steph tossed her things to the side as Matt slid off his boxers, his hard cock resting in the moist heat between her legs.

The thunder roared, closer now, as the lightning continued to flash. The wind blowing outside helped to disguise the rapid breathing of Steph and Matt. She kissed down his stomach again, taking his dick in her right hand. Her lips softly pressed against his head as her hand worked up and down, stroking at the perfect rhythm. Steph looked up at Matt with her bright green eyes as she ran her tongue seductively over the tip of his cock. She opened her mouth wider now, lowering her lips around his dick. Her left hand softly cupped his balls, stroking them gently, teasing, caressing.

Steph lowered her head all the way down, swallowing Matt’s hard cock. She sucked slightly with her throat muscles. Matt could feel the intense heat and wetness of her tight mouth, causing his hips to instinctively move with Steph’s motions. He watched as his cock disappeared in between her lips, glistening in the dim light, wet with her spit. Up and down she moved, her hot breath coming out of her nostrils, obscene sucking sounds coming from her expert tongue. Matt’s hands grabbed the hair on both sides of her head, her auburn locks between his fingers.

Steph pulled her mouth off and climbed up his body, guiding his shaft into her waiting pussy. She lowered herself down, feeling him enter her fully, stretching her. Matt put his hands on Steph’s hips, rocking in harmony with her thrusts, sliding back and forth, in and out. Rain was falling now outside, thundering against the windows. The room was heavy with breathing, two bodies tangled in damp pleasure. Harder she moved now, her back arching, her hands on her tits, squeezing, kneading. Matt pulled her down as hard as he could, the sounds of their legs hitting filling the room. He watched as the lightning flashed, illuminating Steph’s body. Her breasts were perfect, beads of sweat dripping between her cleavage, tracing downward across her flat stomach. Her belly button ring glinted in the light, just above her soft landing strip. Matt could see her strip of hair disappear between her legs, could feel her weight on his hips, her hot, wet pussy pulling him in.
Matt grabbed Steph and rolled her over, pulling her right leg over his shoulder, thrusting harder, faster. She turned her head to the side, burying her face in the pillow, stifling her scream of pleasure as she came hard, her whole body contracting, each muscle squeezing, milking every last bit of pleasure it can muster. Matt pulled out, cumming on Steph’s tan, silky stomach. Her fingers dug into the sheets as they rolled next to one another, breathing heavily. Rain continued to run down the windows, thunder crashing outside. The room smelled of sex, of flesh and cum and sweat.
Steph leaned on her left elbow and looked at Matt, her body flushed and relaxed. She kissed Matt on the lips, a passionate kiss. He could smell just a hint of her perfume, Tommy Girl, as she leaned in. "I gotta pee." Steph slid to the edge of the bed, grabbing her shorts and panties and sliding them up her statuesque legs.

"Ooo can I watch?" Matt laughed as Steph pulled her shirt over her head.

"Eww. Pervert." Steph stuck her tongue out at him as she turned and walked to the bathroom. Flipping on the light, she slid her shorts and panties down again, sitting on the toilet. She relaxed as the pee started flowing out, trickling into the bowl. She leaned back, enjoying the relaxing feeling as her hot piss splashed below her. Steph shivered as she finished up, wiping and then sliding her clothes back on. A loud crash of thunder echoed off of the bathroom walls as she flushed, turning off the light and climbing back into bed.

Sammy awoke with the loud roar of the storm. She looked around the room, blinking away bits of sleep as the rain drummed her roof. Slowly she became aware of the dream she was just having. Her panties were wet, another sex dream. Sammy could picture the faceless strangers standing near her, their hands all over her body. She could vividly feel their touch, their fingertips running across her skin, across her nipples, her stomach, her lips, down between her legs. She could feel them squeezing and kissing and licking, tasting her, men and women alike. Sammy suddenly realized another important detail in her dream. She could see herself on a bed, red satin sheets billowing in some imaginary wind as the voices of the ambiguous strangers scolded her. "You were such a bad girl Sammy. You know you shouldn’t have done that." Sammy could see herself now, illuminated by some ghostly light-source, her panties bulging in the back, a huge wet stain spreading across the cotton fabric. "You shit your panties Samantha. That’s something only naughty, bad girls do."

Sammy’s arm shot over to her bedside table, fumbling in the dark, trying to open the drawer. She rustled through the contents, finally clasping her hand around her silver vibrator. Sammy turned it on, hearing the pleasing hum as she slid it over her t-shirt across her nipples. She looked down and could see them piercing the thin fabric, hard with pleasure. Running the vibrator down her body, Sammy spread her legs, sliding it over her panties, up and down her slit. She moaned softly as she played with her tits, rubbing the vibrator up and down between her legs. Reaching down, Sammy slid her panties to the side, placing the vibrator right against her lips. She shuddered at the touch, her legs spreading even wider as she ground her hips against it. Slowly she slipped it in, feeling it tremor inside her tight, wet pussy. Sammy worked the vibrator in and out, gyrating with the motions of her wrist, fucking herself as she recalled her dream.
The thunder continued to roar in a disjointed symphony, lightning softening the contours of Sammy’s nubile flesh. Sammy came hard, moaning softly as she clasped her thighs tight around her hand, feeling her pussy contract. She slid the vibrator out, her panties snapping back into place over her hot slit. She rubbed her clit for a few seconds before putting the vibrator back into the drawer, sliding it shut. Sammy rolled onto her side, sighing deeply as she began to drift back to sleep, hoping that her dreams continued.

The morning sun was warm on Sammy’s face as she sat up. Drops of water clung to the windows, small prisms sending minute rainbows across the room. She grabbed her cell phone off of the table next to her bed, frowning when she saw that Steph hadn’t texted her back. Sammy got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the sink and putting toothpaste on her brush. She watched herself in the mirror, her nipples hard in the cool air conditioning of her house. Sammy spit and rinsed her mouth out, putting her toothbrush back in its holder.

A cardinal cried outside as Sammy listened to the sound of distant traffic, wet tires running over the pavement, splashing through shallow muddy puddles. She felt the strong pressure in her bladder, the sharp squeeze on her insides indicating her need for a morning piss. Samantha ran her hand over the front of her cotton pink bikini cut panties, already starting to feel slippery in anticipation. Knowing what she was about to do, she smiled devilishly, her eyes wicked reflections. "Oh Sammy I can’t believe you’re going to do it again. This is so bad. So bad," she whispered to herself.

Walking over to the toilet, Sammy lifted the lid, sitting herself down on the seat, panties firmly up around her waist, pressing into her crotch. She pressed her legs tightly together and put her hands on her thighs. She scarcely relaxed before the hot, yellow piss pulled in her panties, suspended only brief milliseconds before splashing into the water below. Sammy could feel the warmth spread up over her lips, down between her cheeks, tickling her asshole. "Ohhhh God Sammy you are so bad. So fucking bad." Piss ran along the back of her thighs for a short way, dripping as well into the yellow water. The hot hiss filled her ears, the smell of her golden nectar intoxicating.

Sammy’s piss slowed to a trickle, and then to a few drops. She leaned forward a little more and grabbed her knees, closing her eyes tightly. The air was still save for the distant sounds from the neighborhood. A soft hiss came out of Sammy’s ass, followed by a light crackling. Her brown eyes snapped open as the crackling sound increased. Suddenly Sammy started breathing again, having been holding her breath. She could feel her panties start to tent outwards, a large load filling the back. Before she could even think, Sammy felt herself have an orgasm, her pussy contracting, twitching. She could feel a gush of her cum drip out, coating her already soaked panties. Another hiss came out of her ass, with more popping and crackling. Sammy paused for a moment and pushed again, feeling softer shit ooze out, spreading up her ass crack and down between her legs.
Slowly she stood up, her legs now spread wide. Carefully she reached behind her and shut the lid. Sammy held her breath as she lowered herself precariously onto the now-closed seat. She could feel the pressure shift slightly as soon as her huge bulge touched the lid. Gasping, she hovered for a second. Her hands her on her thighs as she paused a moment longer, finally dropping herself a little lower onto the lid. Sammy could hear the squelching noise, feel the soft, hot mess start to spread further up her crack and over her pussy. The smell was overpowering now, further driving her insatiable lust. She no longer was herself. Sammy had no idea what made her heart turn towards this desire, but she couldn’t stop herself. It was forever to be a part of her.

Biting her lower lip, Sammy finally let down all of her weight. Her eyes were half shut as the shit spread fully, crackling with wet sharp sounds. Hot, soft, mud spread all over insides Sammy’s panties. She looked down between her legs, seeing some of the shit coming out of the side of her panties, spreading on the lid. Sammy’s hand went between her legs, her fingers making circular motions over her hard button. She could feel the intense heat of her soaked panties, the intense heat of her body, flush with perverted lust. Sammy slid her left hand into her hair, grinding now on the toilet seat, bouncing up and down as she slid back and forth. Her hips moved in a circular motion, grinding, thrusting, plastering the backs of her thighs with her creamy brown shit. Sammy screamed out loud, clasping her legs together, her fingers pressing hard into her pussy. Her body felt as though it was on fire, her skin prickling with stinging bits of hot and cold.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck Sammy. Ohhh what did you do?" Samantha tried to catch her breath as she slowly stood up, shocked at the mess she just made. "Oh Sammy you were so bad. But you know Steph would be proud of you." Sammy giggled to herself as she began the tedious cleanup process. After a painful amount of time, she climbed into the shower, turning on the faucet and feeling the hot water run down her young skin. She reached up and grabbed the showerhead, adjusting to a more forceful stream between her legs.

"Mmmm…it’s time to say good morning to Steph." Giggling again, Sammy let the showerhead do its work.

After a hot thirty minutes, Sammy climbed out of the shower, wrapping a pink towel around her head and another around her body, hanging just below her ass cheeks. She walked over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of green cotton panties, boy short cut with pink hearts on the front. She slid them up her legs, wiggling her hips as she snapped the waistband into place. Sammy grabbed a black, lacey bra and slid it over her shoulder, reaching behind her to clasp it shut. Grabbing a maroon and gray American Eagle t-shirt and a pair of matching shorts, she sat on her bed. She slid the shorts up her legs, pausing when she sees that there is a message waiting on her phone. Leaning back, her stomach muscles tightening, her tits looking firm and supple in the lacey bra, Sammy opened her phone. Smiling broadly, and then giggling like a schoolgirl, Sammy felt herself start to get wet again. It was a message from Steph: "Yeah Friday sounds great. See ya then!"

[Narada]

Sammy part 3

Normally the harsh sound of the alarm clock would bother Sammy, but not today. It was a long three days since Steph agreed to a shopping trip. Now Friday has come, plans have been finalized, and Sammy was excited as she’s ever been. She threw back her covers and shut off her alarm. Hopping out of bed, Sammy adjusted her panties, pulling the material out of her ass crack and into place. She walked over to the mirror and began her normal morning routine. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and began running a bath.

Sammy felt the need to pee, but decided to hold, wanting to try something new. She had been messing her panties every morning since her discovery, and it seemed like every second of her depravity was better than the one before. The water cascaded into the tub as Sammy pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed it in the general direction of her hamper. She slipped her panties down her legs and kicked them aside. Grabbing her razor and shaving cream, Sammy slipped into the tub, feeling the hot water soak into her skin. The water splashed as she lowered herself in, getting used to the temperature. Small wisps of steam floated off the surface of her bath, dissipating quickly in the cool air of the room. Letting the small of her back slide across the tub floor, Sammy bent her legs, her head resting on the bath pillow. Closing her eyes, she let her hands run across her body. Her fingertips felt her damp skin, tracing patterns through the light drops of moisture clinging to her flesh.

Sammy leaned forward and shut off the faucet, her bathroom plunging into quiet. Soft splashes perforated the otherwise still atmosphere as she leaned back in the tub again and started squirming around. Her right hand ran along her right thigh, her left, lightly pulling on her nipples, alternating, pinching slightly. Sammy felt them harden quickly aided by the light chill in the air. Her right hand felt up and down her legs, running over her calves, over her thighs. Vibrant flashes of green eyes filled Sammy’s visions. Her hand was no longer there, replaced now with Steph’s.

The slightly older girl climbed into the tub with Sammy, wearing a pair of extremely tight jeans and an even tighter t-shirt. Sammy stared as Steph seductively climbed in with her, moving her body to allow room. Steph’s faded jeans turned darker blue as they soaked up the water. They glistened like moonlight across a still pond as she leaned forward. Steph’s tits lightly rested in the hot water as she looked up at Sammy. Her hands were around Sammy’s ankles, her tits still in the water. Steph bit her lip as she raised her chest out of the water, slowly, deliberately, running the saturated fabric of her t-shirt across Sammy’s spread pussy. Samantha shuddered as she felt Steph’s ample flesh touch her, the hot wet fabric dripping onto her pussy. Steph moved her hands up Sammy’s body, laying down on top of her, pressing her weight into the younger girl. Samantha grabbed Steph’s ass, leaving dark blue handprints, liquid fingerprints spreading out in all directions as she grasped and squeezed her firm ass. Steph kissed slowly up Sammy’s stomach, between her firm tits, up along her neck. She nibbled Samantha’s earlobe, whispering to her.

"You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you Sammy? You’ve been such a bad girl Sammy, but you’re doing it because you know we need it. You’re doing it for me Sammy. It’s almost time for your reward."

Steph’s lips were now inches from Samantha’s, their eyes locked deeply. Sammy could see herself reflected in the emerald pools, hypnotized by the vibrant color. She slowly leaned up for a kiss, but Steph turned away at the last second, moving her head to the side with a short breath. Steph lowered her lips to Sammy’s neck again, placing soft whispers on her warm skin. Sammy gasped as she felt Steph’s hand slide between her legs. She accommodated her by spreading her legs even further, draping one over the edge of the tub and putting her other high up on the wall. Sammy grabbed the fabric of Steph’s shirt, squeezing it, pulling her tightly down. Their tits pressed together, separated only by a thin wall of wet material. Sammy could see the tan hues of Steph’s flesh through the transparent fabric as she continued squeezing her incredibly perfect ass. Her other hand grasped Steph’s hair close to her head. Sammy could see the golden-red color of Steph’s hair darken where it touched the water, focusing on that seemingly arbitrary fact as she closed her eyes. Steph raised her hips slightly, shifting her weight onto her left arm, her right hand still between Sammy’s legs.

Samantha could feel Steph’s index and ring finger spreading her open, her middle finger sliding up and down her slippery slit. Her clit was hard as Steph began rubbing it, moving her fingers expertly in circles, faster, quicker. Water splashed where Steph’s hand moved. Sammy could feel herself on the verge of climax, closing her legs, splashing water all over the floor. She screamed out loud, her shrill cry echoing off of the tile. Steph bit a little sharper on Sammy’s earlobe as the girl exploded, her fingers moving in rhythm to her lover’s hips. Sammy’s breath came in rapid bursts as she opened her eyes. The room spun above her as she sank into the hot water. Her hair splayed out, floating like majestic green kelp, waving gently, subjected to the small currents in her bath.
Sammy regained her breath over time, floating away on clouds of pleasure. Eventually she began to regain her senses, beginning the task of preparing for her day with Steph. She slid her left leg up on the edge of the tub and applied the shaving cream. Swishing her razor in the water, she began the tedious process. Soon she moved to her right leg, leaving it smooth and incredibly sensitive in the razor’s wake. She lifted her arms, giggling slightly as the cool blades touched her ticklish skin. Sammy finally applied the shaving cream between her legs, carefully manipulating the razor around, leaving no trace of hair. She rinsed herself off in the tub, using the showerhead to wash her hair and rinse away all residue of her Purity Pink Frosted Layer Cake body wash.

She felt the need to get dirty. To be nasty. Sammy pulled the plug, watching as the water spiraled down the drain. Sliding back in the tub, Sammy slid her index finger into her still wet pussy. Her hand felt different, sort of foreign on her bald flesh. She slid her lower back along the bottom of the tub, sliding her hips up the wall. Sammy spread her legs wide, fingering herself harder. She thrust her hips with the motions of her hand, squeaking noises coming from her friction with the tub. Sammy came as she spread her pussy lips, pushing hard to release her morning piss. Deep yellow liquid arced in the air and fell down her stomach, running between her tits, pooling near her head. Sammy held her pussy wide as her other hand rubbed the hot fluid into her flesh, feeling it soak, her own natural moisturizer. She moved her hips a little higher up the wall, sending her piss fountain directly onto her tits. Sammy opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, gingerly lapping at the tiny golden droplets as they splashed off of her chest. She could slightly taste the salty and sour flavor of it, enjoying how the heavy aroma accented every last bit of it. Back and forth her hands went over her saturated body now, gliding gently through the foamy puddles of piss, spreading them across her stomach, her tits, her neck, over her thighs, her arms. Slowly the force of her stream decreased as the hissing, splashing noises quieted. Sammy closed her eyes and felt the hot pee slowly cool as it was absorbed into her skin. For over twenty minutes she lay there, waiting for every last trace of her naughty act to dry. When Sammy was good and ready, she stood up, running the bathwater for a few moments to help wash away any remaining liquid.

Samantha slid a towel around her hair as the tub gurgled the remaining water down the drain. She strode across the room, completely naked, no small brown patch of hair remaining between her legs. Sammy bent over by her dresser, pulling out a pair of yellow cotton bikini cut panties with a small palm tree on the front. Closing that drawer, she slid the adjacent drawer open and pulled out a cerulean blue skirt. It was tight at the top, spreading out slightly as it tapered to a stop slightly above the knees. Sammy tossed her panties and skirt over her shoulder, making a swooshing sound effect and giggling to herself. She grabbed a white lace bra off of the top of her dresser and pulled a white blouse out of her closet. The neckline hung slightly, offering just a hint of her cleavage. Sammy jumped back on her bed and put her clothes on. She walked over to the mirror, having a quick flashback of her first dirty encounter with Steph. Sammy felt a slight chill of pleasure as she recalled that day, the moment when her secret love turned her on to her other secret love. She smiled and nodded in approval at her appearance. Her boobs looked nice, her cute heart-shaped ass bulging slightly in the top part of the skirt.

Sammy was busy with her hair as her cell vibrated. "Hey Sammy! Im leaving now. Will c u soon! <3 Steph" She bit her lip in excitement as she finished her hair, moving at a faster pace. Running down the stairs, Sammy grabbed her big white sunglasses and car keys, slipped on her sandals, and headed out the door. Since she lived much closer to the mall, she knew that Steph would only have been there a few minutes before her. She picked up her cell and dialed Steph’s number, asking where they should meet. Sammy followed Steph’s directions and soon spotted her Prius in a relatively vacant part of the parking lot. Steph was leaning against her lime green car and waving as Sammy pulled up. She got out of the car as Steph finished a phone call, looking slightly annoyed. "Hey Stephie! Excited for our play date?" Sammy giggled as she hugged Steph.

"I’ve been excited all week. Seriously I need to shop. I know it sounds so clichéd. A girl, needing to shop. Shocking!"

Samantha giggled at her sarcasm. "Is something bothering you?"

"Not really I guess. Matt wants to go to some stupid ass party tonight and I really don’t feel like going. We were supposed to stay in and watch a movie, but a couple of his army buddies are in town. I mean, it’s cool that he wants to see them. But I’m also selfish."
Samantha laughed again. The two girls walked across the parking lot towards the doors. It was almost noon, and the day was already warm. "So you have nothing to do then tonight?" Sammy looked at Steph, admiring her always incredible appearance. She was wearing a black tank top, showing off an amazing amount of cleavage. Her tan legs disappeared into a tiny pair of yellow shorts with white trim. A green "83" decorated her front right hip, but Sammy was more concerned with the way Steph’s panty line disappeared into her ass crack. Her feet were clad in matching green flip-flops. Steph’s hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, her bangs framing her face. Her glasses as always looked sexy as hell on her, the frames highlighting her verdant eyes.

"Yeah I guess not. It’s fine I guess. I mean, I was going to stay in anyway, but now I’m by myself anyway. Oh well." The girls took a moment to let their eyes adjust as they entered the dim mall. "I wanna eat first. I’m starving. I didn’t have breakfast."

"Fine by me. I didn’t have breakfast either. I was running late all morning. I got sidetracked." Sammy smiled slightly to herself as she recalled this morning’s events. She felt nervous about asking the next question though, confident though she may be with the answer, the nervousness stemmed from what possibilities could unfold. "So…you want to come over tonight? Let’s go to Panda Express. I want orange chicken."

Steph looked over at Sammy and smiled broadly. "Hell yeah Panda Express! I love fake Chinese food! And yeah, if I don’t go out with Matt tonight, I might give you a call. Not sure though."

Sammy looked down slightly at the floor, her heart sinking with this news. "She’ll probably pick him over me. She should though. And seriously, what did I expect to happen?" Sammy rationalized the news and quickly accepted it, deciding not to let it ruin her day.

"Alrighty, well if you get bored or whatever, give me a call. I’m not doing anything all night."

"What? Samantha Leigh doesn’t have a hot date on a Friday night? No boys around? No girls?" Steph playfully pushed Sammy and giggled, teasing about Sammy’s sexual preference.

Sammy laughed too. "No. Actually there hasn’t been anyone in a while. A horrible dry spell!"

"You poor baby. You’ll get yours soon. I promise." The large expanse of the mall absorbed their casual conversation, swept up in the cacophony of voices from other patrons. Smells from the food court filled their nostrils as they walked on, continuing their flippant chat.
Sammy had quick images of how Steph could fulfill such a promise and felt herself getting wet again. "Oh hell yeah. There it is. Panda Express!"

The girls placed their orders and sat down. "So I forgot to say that you like fucking cute as a button today m’lady." Steph smiled at Sammy, teasing her but serious at the same time.

"Well thank you. You look lovely yourself." The girls finished their lunches and began shopping, stopping at a few different stores. Steph browed through American Eagle and Hollister, asking for Sammy’s opinion on several different outfits. Steph made a few purchases and the girls came upon Victoria’s Secret.

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[Narada]

Sammy part 3 continued

"Let’s go in here." Steph grabbed Sammy by the hand and pulled her into the store. They split apart as they browsed. Sammy’s mind wandered to lewd thoughts. Her panties were dampening by the minute, feeling slippery and silky against her shaven pussy.

"Mmm…it would look so good for Steph to shit in these panties. Would love to have her watch me wear these as I shit for her. Oh God this lingerie is incredible. Would be so fucking amazing to watch the fabric bulge out." Sammy suddenly snapped back to reality as Steph approached her.

"I’m getting these." She showed Sammy her purchases. A light blue see-through teddy…a black lace thong…a pair of red satin boy short panties with black lace trim. "You think I’ll look good in these?" Sammy thought of Steph in those tiny items. Immediately her nipples hardened, goose bumps covering her flesh. She felt her chest got hot, her skin flushing uncontrollably. She hard to relieve herself. She had to move. To run away and release herself.

Sammy sucked it up and regained her composure. "You’d look fucking amazing. Seriously amazing. I-I gotta go to the bathroom, so meet me at Kohl’s." Without waiting for an answer, Samantha spun around and walked out of the store and down the corridor. She approached the bathroom and sat in a stall. No one else was in there as she hiked up her skirt, keeping her panties around her waist. Sammy slid her right hand under her panties as she started pissing, forcing the stream out in a hiss, splashing down in the bowl. She rapidly ran her fingers up and down her slit, feeling herself cumming rapidly. Sammy breathed harder and harder as the piss continued to pour out. She could feel the hot flow trickling on her ass cheeks and over the bottom of her pussy. Sammy came hard, feeling her pussy contract and leak into her panties. The piss slowed to a dribble and then stopped as she focused hard to slow her breathing. Sammy stood up and slid her panties off. She brought them above her head, opening her mouth wide as she began wringing her panties out. Drops of her fluid fell across her tongue, running down her throat. Sammy squeezed harder, unable to get enough of her hot, sour brew. Eventually she ran the still damp cloth of her panties across her neck and over her tits, putting them on the back of the toilet. A dark yellow stain spread over the crotch and across half of the ass. They landed with a wet splat as she savored the light aroma of piss that would be accompanying her the rest of the afternoon. Sammy stepped out of the stall and reapplied her light makeup and splashed herself with perfume. She felt better now. In control.
Sammy and Steph shopped for about an hour more, leaving in the early evening. As they went their separate ways, Sammy couldn’t help but recall the day’s events. She’ll miss her panties, but she just had to relieve herself. In a way Sammy felt startled, a little worried at how she reacted at the seeming innocuous gestures of Steph. It wasn’t supposed to be anything sexual meant for her. Just a friend showing another friend something she plans on wearing for someone else. No more, no less. Sammy shook her head in disbelief. She’d never reacted in that way for anyone, even in deliberately sexual situations. Sammy now was truly frightened. She was unable to control herself. Steph had almost complete power over her, and she didn’t even know it.

The early summer sun was setting as the June bugs began their nightly patrol. Smells of cookouts and sounds of people having fun outdoors filled the dusk atmosphere. Sammy was spread out on her bed, lying on her stomach with a book between her hands. A bedside lamp was on, illuminating the long room. The glowing light disappeared in the A-frame roof of Sammy’s ceiling. She loved her room. Being an only child, she got the entire attic loft of her family’s unique A-frame home. Her parents slept downstairs. She had her own bathroom, laundry room, and even kitchenette across the stair landing. Shadows danced across her panty-clad ass cheeks. Light blue, cotton, tanga-cut tonight. Sammy jumped when her phone vibrated. It was Steph. She could hardly control her hand as she fumbled for the phone, putting it to her ear. "Hey there. What’s up?"

"That invitation still stand? I’m bored as hell." Sammy quietly pumped her fist and bit her lip in excitement.

"Yeah sure come on over. We can watch movies or something. My parents are at some sort of charity golf thing. I dunno what it is, but they won’t be back until late. We can drink wine and get drunk."

Steph laughed at her suggestion. "Actually that sounds like a lot of fun. I’ll just stay over tonight if that’s alright." Samantha’s heart was beating faster than she could ever remember.

"Totally. You can crash here." The girls said their goodbyes. Sammy put on a pair of sleeping shorts, small gray cotton terry cloth. She pulled them up slightly until they hung just below the edge of her ass. Sammy looked at herself in the mirror and put her hands on her stomach, feeling slightly bloated from her lunch. She felt a slight pain but it soon went away. Sammy bounced out of the bathroom and lit a few Yankee candles, enjoying the scent of blueberry scones.

About forty minutes later Steph arrived. Sammy gave her a big hug and exchanged helloes. Steph followed her to her parent’s liquor cabinet as they selected a bottle of red and a bottle of white. "You sure your parents won’t notice?"

"Positive. And even if they didn’t, they trust me to be responsible with alcohol. We’ve had ‘the talk.’ They’re sorta European." Both girls laughed as Sammy grabbed a couple of wine glasses.

"Wow. You’re room is freaking huge. It’s like a mini apartment." Steph stepped in and put her bag on Sammy’s bed, looking up at the roof high overhead.

"Yeah I do like my room. I’m spoiled." Sammy took the DVD Steph had been holding out of her hand. "So we’re watching the 40-Year Old Virgin tonight? I love it. A semi-oldie, but a goodie." She walked over to her DVD player and popped it in. Sammy set up the movie to be played while Steph poured them both a glass of white wine. Steph moved Sammy’s beanbag chair against the wall and plopped herself down in it. She looked over at Sammy as she hopped onto her bed, propping up her pillows.

"Oh shit. Hold on I’m gonna change." Steph grabbed a pair of pink pajama pants out of her bag and headed toward the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, Sammy downed her wine in one huge gulp, refilling her glass quickly. A few moments later, Steph came out, wearing just a white tank top and her pajama pants. "Now I feel comfy." She leaned back in the beanbag chair. The movie began as Steph relaxed, letting the warmth of the wine wash over her.

Sammy kept glancing at Steph out of the corner of her eye, admiring her long legs stretching out on the floor. There were so many things that she wanted to tell Steph but couldn’t. She wanted to tell her how she looked, how beautiful she was. Sammy wanted to tell her about how she’s been such a good girl for her, how she made potty in her pants many times for her. She wanted to feel Steph’s nails digging into her back, wanted to smell her body as they made love. As the wine continued to roll down her throat, Sammy found it harder and harder to focus, her mind alternating between thoughts of Steph, only feet away from her, and the movie.

Steph felt calm, away from the usual hustle and stress of her life. Her fourth glass of wine helped her achieve this state, artificial nirvana as the warmth and pleasure wrapped her like velvet rope. Her head was spinning slightly as she began laughing at a particular funny part of the movie. Slowly she leaned up, laughing harder, feeling good to just let herself go and have fun.

"What the hell is so funny?" Sammy leaned over and looked at her, starting to laugh herself at Steph’s antics.

"I-I-I fuck I dunno. I’m so drunk I think." The girls started laughing again and Steph leaned forward suddenly, a look of shock suddenly on her face. Her hand sprang between her legs as she looked up at Sammy. "Oh fuck. Oh shit. I’m peeing." She leaned back and laughed even harder, unable to stop herself as the piss ran down her legs, soaking the pink fabric of her pants. Every hard laugh caused her to push harder, feeling the stream jet out of her.

"Oh God Sammy. I’m so sorry. I can’t stop."

Samantha stared at the stain spread over Steph’s pajamas, completely unable to avert her gaze. She faked laughter the best she could, trying to show Steph that she wasn’t upset. That this is what she wanted to see. That her dream was literally coming true right in front of her very eyes. Steph was pissing herself. In her house. In her room. "It’s OK. I’ve laughed and peed too. I mean laughed and then went pee. Or went pee while laughing. Shit I’m drunk too." Steph laughed unbelievably hard, her face turning bright red, unable to breathe almost as she finished pissing herself.

Steph stood up and tried to regain her breath, a dark pattern formed around her crotch and halfway up her ass. Pee soaked into the carpet in a large puddle. "Oh Samantha Leigh. I totally pissed myself on your floor. Wow I am such a sicko." She laughed again, looking at Sammy and seeing that her friend wasn’t upset.

"It’s OK. Seriously I’ll clean it up. Don’t worry. I got stuff you can wear in my dresser." Sammy started to gesture towards her dresser, but Steph had stopped laughing and was trying to find a towel to clean up her mess. "No seriously, Steph. It’s OK. Don’t worry about it."

"No Sammy it’s gross. I’ll clean it. I promise. I need a towel though or lots of napkins." Sammy continued to stare at the wet fabric clinging to Steph’s body. Her black panties were clearly visible now, tight against her pussy. Sammy wanted so badly to just pull down her pajamas and bury her face between her legs. She wanted to run her tongue over Steph’s panties, up along her slit, grabbing her ass cheeks and pulling her even harder into her face. The alcohol really took affect now, almost controlling Sammy’s actions. She knew what she was about to do, but could do nothing to stop herself.

"Steph, please…don’t worry. Look at me." Steph stopped searching for a towel for a moment and looked up at Sammy. She was now up off of the bed, standing slightly with her legs spread, her hands hanging at her side. Steph looked down and saw Sammy’s shorts darkening, pee starting to run down both of her legs. Her hands went to her face in shock at what Sammy was doing, completely causing her to forget about the own damp material between her thighs.

"Jesus Sammy I can’t believe you’re doing this!" Steph started laughing again as Sammy joined in, bending over now with her hands on her knees. Pee splashed all over the carpet, pooling underneath her feet.

"I told you it was OK." Sammy felt a wave of relief wash over her, happy to see that Steph wasn’t freaking out, wasn’t disgusted by what she was doing. She was barely aware of her surroundings as the reality of the situation continued to elude her. This couldn’t be actually happening. Sammy was pissing herself in front of the girl she wanted to be with. The girl she wanted to be with had pissed herself in front of Sammy. She tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head but couldn’t. This had to have been some sort of cruel joke, perhaps another dream that she’ll wake up from. The hot piss slowed to a trickle down her thighs. Sammy stood up and fiddled with her shorts, adjusting the crotch area. She began to think to herself about how far to push this. How far could she go? After all, it couldn’t possibly be real, so why not push the envelope? "It actually…well, it actually feels kinda good."

Steph laughed hard. "I totally thought the same thing! But I didn’t want to be a weirdo! It was like, warm, and I dunno…felt good." Steph stood with her legs apart, her pants starting to cool. "Although it’s kinda uncomfortable now." They both giggled.

"Dare me to poop myself?"

"What?" Steph laughed, not believing at all what she just heard.

Sammy couldn’t believe she had asked the question either, and she’s the one who actually said it. "I mean, I dunno…I’m drunk. I dunno. We both already peed ourselves. I just thought it’d be funny."

Steph giggled and smiled at Sammy. "It would be funny, but there’s no way in hell you’d do it."

No way. No way was this happening. Sammy’s heart was pounding, her body spinning with the action of the alcohol. Despite this, her voice remained calm. It was like acting in a play. "You don’t think I would?" Steph laughed and looked up at Sammy. Without warning, a squishing, crackling sound began to enter her ears. Sammy only needed to push slightly and a huge, soft load filled the back of her panties, filling them to the brim. She squeezed again, feeling another soft wave accompanied with a wet popping sound. Sammy began to feel a barrage of emotions and thoughts flood through her mind. Did I just do that? Is this REALLY happening? What happened? What am I doing?

"Oh my God Sammy I can’t believe you actually did it." Steph was laughing hysterically, unable to contain herself. "Turn around. I wanna see the damage!" Sammy spun around and bent over slightly, feeling the tremendous bulge flatten a bit. "Wow. Seriously I can’t believe you just did that. What does it feel like?"

Sammy could barely move as she silently came, the warm feeling of the shit nestled up her ass crack and down over her pussy lips being more than enough to make her orgasm. Having Steph watch her do it made it even more impossible to control. She tried to regain her breath enough to utter a coherent answer. Luckily, Steph was beyond tipsy and didn’t notice the long delay before the response. "Well…uhh…sticky. Warm. Not as bad as you’d think." Sammy screamed at herself for not saying what she truly wanted to say. It feels fucking incredible! I love how the warm shit feels between my legs, how it smells, how it sounds coming out. I want to see you do it to Steph. I want to grab your bulge while you grab mine, squeezing, grinding against each other. I want to shit with you Steph.

"Eww…I can smell it now!" Steph plugged her nose and leaned back away from Sammy.

"OK go change now. I’m gonna pass out soon." Steph laughed, not understanding at all the incredible sexual pleasure Sammy was feeling at that moment.

"Tell her Sammy. Tell her how you feel. Tell her that it feels good. Do it now!" Sammy closed her eyes and laughed, passing off this whole incident. "Why didn’t you do it Sammy? Why didn’t you tell her?" Samantha scolded herself profusely as she laughed outwardly. "Yeah I better go clean up. I told you I’d do it though."

"I’m sorry I ever doubted you."

Sammy waddled towards the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Tossing her shirt and bra to the side, she walked over to the bathtub and straddled the edge, slowly lowering herself. She could feel the shit spread out further in her panties, coming out the leg holes and into her shorts. Sammy’s hand went under her shorts and panties, her middle and index fingers sliding inside of her soaking wet pussy. She ground her hips back and forth, shit crackling and squishing, soft and warm climbing over her cheeks and up over the front of her pussy. Faster and faster she fingered herself, moaning softly, trying to keep quiet so that Steph doesn’t know what she’s doing. Sammy didn’t even know what she was doing anymore. Her mind simply went on autopilot. Her right hand went down the back of her panties. Sammy gasped as her fingers slid into her soft mess. Deeper and deeper they penetrated. She cupped her fingers slightly as she pulled her hand back out, a little blob of shit resting in her small palm. Sammy brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Her pussy clenched as the incredible scent filled her nostrils. She moved her hand down across her tits, leaving brown trails across both nipples. Sammy mashed the shit flat with her palm as she smeared it across her tummy, over the front of her shorts. She stood up and slid her shorts and panties halfway down her thighs. Reaching down with both hands Sammy scooped up as much of the load in her panties as she could. She squeezed it in her hands, feeling it mold and squish like clay. Sammy brought the shit up over her pussy, rubbing it back and forth. Drops of brown liquid dripped off of her bald lips as the shit mixed with her cum. Harder and faster she rubbed it between her legs, caking her pussy with her thick brown fudge. Her left hand went to her mouth as she stared at her fingers, sticky with shit. Her right hand began mashing the shit into her own pussy, two fingers ramming in and out, obscene slurping noises filling the bathroom. Sammy no longer cared if Steph heard her. She was completely lost in her own world. Her fingers went into her mouth as she gagged immediately with the taste. She swallowed and sucked hard, keeping everything down while adding thick, slimy brown saliva to the contents of her stomach. Harder and harder she finger-fucked her mouth as she fingered herself with her shit. Trails of brown drool were running down her chin as Sammy suddenly went rigid, cumming harder than she ever had, her muscles locking up, joints not moving. Her pussy contracted tightly around her fingers, pulling on them. Sammy brought these fingers to her lips, tasting her juices mixed with her shit, slowing her frantically moving hips to a halt. She slurped and sucked on her hands until they were almost completely clean, her mouth continuing to water with the taste of her own shit. "I can’t believe I just did that. I cannot believe it." Sammy did believe it though, as much as she wanted to lie to herself. She’s gone down a road in which there’s no turning back. Sammy needed to be disgusting, to be vile. To be nasty.

She saw the smears of shit on the edge of the tub, the brown stains all over the front of her body, covering her tits, her thighs, thick between her legs. Sammy took her time cleaning up, not wanting to leave a mess for Steph to see in the morning. Eventually she finished, stepping out of the bathroom. The candles still burned, glowing light mixing with the blue of the television set. Sammy had on a new pair of shorts and a tank top. Tiptoeing across the room, she could see Steph lying in bed, passed out. Her breathing was steady and heavy. Sammy could see Steph’s wet pants lying in a pile near her puddle on the floor. She was now wearing a pair of Sammy’s pajama pants.

Sammy climbed into bed next to Steph, leaning over to take the remote out of her hand.

"Hey Steph?" Sammy whispered lightly, not hearing a response at all. "Steph can you hear me?" She looked over at Steph sleeping soundly, her chest moving up and down, her eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Sammy leaned closer to Steph’s ear and whispered again. "Steph. I think I love you." Steph didn’t move, only slightly altering her breathing as she uttered a drunken response, speaking only on a subconscious level.

"I know."

[Narada]

Sammy part 4

“Eat me Sammy. Eat my shitty pussy. Ohhh fuck yes.”

Sammy looked up at Steph from between her legs, juices dripping down, leaving clear streaks on her shit-caked chin. Steph had her eyes closed, her head thrown back. Her hands were holding on tight to Sammy’s hair, pulling the girl’s face back between her legs. The scent and taste of Steph’s creamy shit made Sammy’s mouth water as she ran her tongue up her slit, feeling the soft strip of hair tickle her nose. The bitter, earthy taste of Steph’s waste washed over her tongue, forming a gooey mess in her mouth which she swallowed eagerly.

Sammy’s eyes opened slowly to see her bedside table. “Damn. A dream again.” Thoughts and memories started to creep into her mind of last night. “Whoa…did that happen?” Sammy remembered her last words to Steph before she fell asleep. “Oh shit. Steph didn’t hear me did she?” She looked around for Steph’s things, but didn’t see any trace of them. Sammy suddenly felt a rush of fear. Did she scare her away? Was she even here last night? Was she losing her mind? It all felt so real…she was here. She was definitely here! Sammy jumped as the bathroom door swung open. “Holy shit you scared me!”

Steph laughed as she walked into the room. Sammy’s mouth opened slightly at the site of her love standing in only a towel, her hair hanging in wet strands down her back. Steph’s legs disappeared seductively into the soft fabric covering the intimate parts of her body.
“Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up. Hope you don’t mind that I showered.” Steph put down her overnight bag and started rummaging through it for some clean clothes.

“Naw that’s fine. I’ll go downstairs and start making some breakfast.” Sammy stood up and started to walk towards the door.

“No wait up. I’ll be ready in just a minute. I’ll come down with you. There’s a bathroom downstairs where I can blow dry my hair right?”

Sammy’s eyes widened as Steph dropped her towel and turned around.
Thoughts raced through Sammy’s mind as she tried not to stare. Steph was here. Naked in her room. Not more than ten hours ago she was pissing herself. Not more than ten hours ago Sammy was shitting herself in front of her. Now she is naked. Here. Unbelievable. Sammy watched as Steph slid her panties up her long legs. Her eyes focused on the smooth curves and silk lines of Steph’s ass as the panties slid in place. They were tiny on her, with a straight waist showing off her sexy hips and cute dimples on her lower back. Sammy stared up at Steph’s eyes as she turned around, her beautiful tits fully in view. Don’t look down Sammy. Keep eye contact. Don’t look down.

“So waddya have to eat?” Sammy struggled to see what she could with her peripheral vision. Her beautiful smooth tits, her whole body, her nipples. Focus Sammy focus. Steph started putting on her bra, snapping the closure on the front before spinning it around and sliding the straps over her shoulders.

“Uhh…we…food. We have food to eat.” Both girls started laughing at Sammy’s awkward response. “Sorry. Yeah, we have a lot of stuff.”

Steph slid up her jeans and put on a yellow t-shirt. “Where’s your hairdryer?”

“Under the sink.”

Steph grabbed the dryer as both girls walked downstairs. “Oh yeah. Can I get a bag to put my pajama pants in? I still can’t believe I did that. I still can’t believe what YOU did!” Steph laughed as they walked into the kitchen.

“I’m sorry! I was drunk! You laughed!” Sammy gave Steph the best pouting face she could, sticking out her lower lip and looking up with big puppy dog eyes.

Steph laughed hard. “I know. It was pretty funny. And I definitely admit that you’ve got some balls. Maybe not as much as me, but still.”

“Not as much as you? I’m the one who actually did it!” Sammy turned around and smiled at Steph, putting her hands on her hips and trying her best to look tough. “You wanna cook something together or make cereal or what? Do you want coffee?”

“Coffee? Hell no. I work in a coffee shop, remember? I’m tired of being around it. And I don’t really care about what we eat. I’m really hungry though, so you decide.”

“Well personally I still love coffee. If I didn’t have it every day I think I would die. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’d die. Let’s make eggs and toast. You can have orange juice or milk or something.” Sammy started getting the eggs and butter out of the fridge, putting them on the counter.

Steph walked over to the fridge and took out the carton of orange juice. “Where’re your glasses?” She started randomly opening cabinets. “Never mind, I found one.” Steph started pouring herself a glass and cleared her throat. “You know, honestly, last night I was going to do what you did. I didn’t want to be upstaged. You’re lucky I didn’t have to go!”

Sammy’s heart jumped to her throat. The room was spinning as she whipped her head around, looking at Steph’s vibrant jade eyes. “You’re full of shit. No way would you do it. You’re Princess Stephanie!”

Steph laughed at the childhood nickname she had told Sammy about.
“You did it, didn’t you? And I’m not Princess Stephanie anymore. I’m Queen Stephanie now.”

“It doesn’t work that way. You don’t just become queen because you get older. Your mom has to die first, and she’s alive and well. Actually, so’s your grandma! And of course I did it. I’m weird. And I have more balls than you.” Sammy scrambled the eggs in the pan and added some salt. The warm smell of breakfast filled the large kitchen.

“First of all, shut up. I can be queen when I want. Second, you aren’t weird. Third, you definitely don’t have more balls than me. And fourth, that smells really good.”

Sammy put the bread in the toaster as the eggs sizzled on the stove. “Prove it to me then tough girl! I still don’t believe you’d ever do that.”

Steph laughed again. “Alright fine. Next time we have a sleep over.”

Sammy looked at her, trying so hard to see if she was telling the truth or if she was just kidding. “We’ll see,” Sammy replied, trying her best to hide her excitement. Please, please, please don’t be joking.

Steph giggled as she stood up and walked to the bathroom, drying her hair. She got back a few minutes later, her sunset-colored hair pulled back in a ponytail. Pulling out a stool, she sat down with Sammy at the island. “Thank you Miss Sammy. This looks wonderful.”

“You are most welcome. So what do you have planned today?” Sammy started eating, trying to make small talk to keep her mind off of the incredible things that have happened and have been said in the last day.

“I’m supposed to meet my mom a little later for lunch, and then hang out with Matt I think.”

Sammy felt sick when she heard those words. Shit. Her boyfriend. The guy she loved. Reality set in like a ton of bricks. Sammy choked back tears as she struggled to maintain her poker face. “I think I’m home alone all day again. My parents are at my grandparents’ lake house.” Why did she have to have a boyfriend? Why? Why can’t she see how much I care for her? That I love her?

Steph finished up her food and put her plate in the sink. “Alrighty, well, if you got that bag I gotta get going.”

“Oh yeah sorry. Right.” Sammy stood up and got a small garbage bag out of the pantry. “That should do ya.” Steph went upstairs again as Sammy numbly put the dishes in the dishwasher. Sammy what have you gotten yourself into? You’re in love with someone who is happy. You can’t do anything. But you want to so bad. You want to just tell her. To grab her arms and look up into her eyes and kiss her. To run your hands through her hair. To hold her against you. You want to do so much more with her. You want to taste her, to smell her. You want to share every secret. Every. Dirty. Secret.

“Alright well I’m taking off.”

Sammy turned around and walked with Steph to the front door, opening it for her.

“Well, I hope we can hang out again soon.” Sammy looked at Steph, her hand shaking as it held the door open. Tell her Sammy. Tell her now. Do it! Don’t be a coward! You said you had balls, now prove it!

Steph stepped out the door and began walking off of the porch. “Buh bye Samantha Leigh. I’ll call you sometime soon!”

Fuck. There she goes. It’s not too late. Say it Sammy! Say it! Goddammit just tell her. Sammy stood in silence as Steph got into her car and started making a phone call on her cell. She waved one last time as she backed out of the driveway.

As Steph started driving away, Sammy walked back inside, collapsing to the floor in the entryway, her back against the wall. She started crying, her brown eyes welling with tears. She sobbed hard as she sat on the floor, her legs spread slightly. Sammy was breathing hard as her morning piss began hissing into her panties. She slid her hand under her pajama pants and over her panties, her fingers instantly finding her clit through the rapidly soaking material.

Sammy was a wreck, a barrage of emotions clouding her every thought and movement. She was furious at herself for being a coward, depressed because Steph doesn’t know how she feels. Faster and faster Sammy’s fingers moved rapidly over her panties as her puddle spread further and further across the tile floor. Perhaps more than any other feeling, Sammy felt afraid. She was terrified. Terrified about how badly she ached to be dirty, how she needed to be naughty. She couldn’t get herself off without being filthy first, without feeling the warmth and comforting embrace of letting herself go. Sammy couldn’t be normal anymore. Not in the strictest sense of the word. Sammy had redefined normal. This was normal. This was now her life, for better or for worse.

She came hard into her hand, her pee filtering through the material and across her palm. Tears continued to run down her cheek. Tears of intense pleasure. Tears of pain. Tears of sadness. Sammy sighed and relaxed as best as she could. Her piss slowed to a trickle and then squirted a few times before finally stopping. Sammy stood up and walked over to the mirror that hung near the base of the stairs. Slowly she turned, checking out the huge dark pattern across her ass, admiring how transparent the fabric now was. She could clearly see her panties underneath, clinging like a new layer of skin. Sammy pulled her pants halfway down her thighs, spreading her legs slightly and bending over. The puffy lips of her bald pussy were clearly evident as the wet material stretched thin. She looked over her shoulder as her hand ran over her mound. Sammy slowly brought herself to orgasm as she ran her middle finger up and down her slit, thrusting, moving her hips.
She sat down on the stairs, wiping her wet fingers on one of the few remaining dry spots on her panties. Resting her chin in the palm of her hands, elbows on her knees, Sammy looked out and surveyed the damage. A huge puddle remained where she let loose, small drops of pee serving as a trail of breadcrumbs to where she now sat. Sammy stood up and walked over to the mess on the floor. She got on her hands and knees and brushed her hair behind her ears. Leaning down, Sammy pursed her lips and began slurping the salty, sour fluid from the floor. God what am I doing? She slurped as hard as she could, swallowing her own brine. Sammy lowered her tits into the piss puddles, feeling them soak into the material. Her nipples were like ice, visible through the drenched fabric. Sammy rolled on her back, scooping up handfuls of piss and rubbing it all over herself, leaving wet marks across her legs, her tummy, liquid pooling in her belly button. She cupped her hands and let the yellow fluid run through her fingers into her mouth. Throwing her head back, Sammy gargled, feeling her pee foam up in her throat before finally sliding down, filling her belly.

Leaning back on her elbows and licking her lips, Sammy was only partially satisfied. She sighed to herself, frustrated that she can’t say what she wanted to say. Frustrated that she can’t stop touching herself. As if on cue, Sammy’s hand went down the front of her panties. “Well, I’ve got a while to think about things. Might as well make the best of the situation.”


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[Narada]

Sammy part 4 continued

Steph waved goodbye to Sammy as she waited for Matt to pick up his phone. “Hey baby. I’m leaving Sammy’s house now. What’s that? Yeah it was fun. We didn’t really do much. Just got drunk and watched a movie. Can you come over for lunch today? I wanna talk to you about something. OK, see you then. Love you too. Buh-bye.”

Reaching down and fiddling with the radio to find a station, Steph scolded herself for the thoughts going through her mind. Why am I so fucking horny all of a sudden? Images of last night kept running through her head. Lewd thoughts. Bad thoughts. Steph thought of herself peeing, and instead of finding herself grossed out, she kept feeling tingles. Little pings of feelings deep inside her. Steph could feel small tingles of pleasure between her legs. Stop it Stephanie. Don’t be gross. But Steph couldn’t stop. More and more pictures and memories replayed. Sammy pooping herself. Steph saying this morning that she would do it. No way would I do that. No fucking way. It is so wrong and so disgusting. No way. Would I? No! No! No! No! Try as hard as she could, Steph couldn’t stop thinking about it. Couldn’t stop how her body was reacting. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Steph’s fingers worked quickly. She lifted her butt off of the car seat and unbuttoned her pants. Her right hand went into her panties, her index and ring fingers running small circles in the cramped space. Steph spread her legs as wide as she could, her left hand still on the wheel, her eyes glued to the road. She brought her right hand up to her nose, sniffing gently, smelling the sweet and musky fragrance of her pussy. Steph sucked on her fingers quickly and put them back down the front of her panties. What the fuck is wrong with me? What am I doing? What am I doing? Steph came hard, gasping for air as she struggled to maintain composure. She could feel every muscle in her body tense up as her pussy contracted, sending wave after wave of warm butterflies through her body.

Steph didn’t know what was going on. She just knew she had to get home right away. Had to get off the road. She needed more. She needed to be touched. She needed to be bad. If Steph was worried about her mental state before, now she was in a near panic. She couldn’t stop herself as she pulled her jeans down further, wriggling and squirming to get them off of her legs. What did I just do? Steph tossed her jeans into her passenger seat and looked down. Yup. There are my panties. I just took off my pants. In broad daylight. In my car. While driving down the road. Steph could feel the car’s air conditioning cooling the dampness between her legs, but she still felt hot. She put both hands back on the wheel, staring forward, feeling herself remain in a constant state of arousal. She knew that people could see her, but that made it better. Steph felt different now. Like a monumental paradigm shift had occurred in her sexuality. Something changed her in the last few days. Something was different.

The rest of the drive proceeded without much incident, except for the occasional horn honk. Pulling into her driveway, Steph paused for a moment and looked up and down the street. Seeing nobody milling around, she got out of her car, grabbing her bag and jeans. She walked to the front door in nothing but her panties, t-shirt, and sandals. Worried, but somehow excited that her neighbors might see, Steph stripped the rest of her clothes off on the front porch, now completely naked as she walked inside.

Steph ran up the stairs and sat down on the toilet in her bathroom. She immediately began playing with herself, cumming again quickly as she heard the front door open.

“Babe you here?”

Steph struggled breathing as she called down to Matt. “I’m up here. Hurry.”
Steph sat and waited a few moments as Matt walked into her room and towards the bathroom.

“What did you want to sh…” His voice trailed off as he took in the site before him. Steph walked up to him and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him towards her as she sat back down on the toilet. She quickly undid his pants and slid them to the floor, seeing that he was already hard at the site of her nude body. Steph grabbed his cock and wrapped her lips around it, sliding down slowly at first, bobbing her head back and forth. Matt put his hands in her hair as she sucked him, running her tongue expertly up and down his shaft. Without warning, the sound of water trickling filled the air as Matt realized that Steph was peeing. She could feel his cock jump as she pissed hard into the toilet, still sucking, still stroking. “Babe…wow…fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Steph pulled off and leaned back on the seat. She spread her lips wide, giving a clear view of her hot piss streaming into the toilet. Matt came hard, shooting his load across Steph’s neck, on her tits. She grabbed his cock at the last second and directed some of his cum right onto her pussy, stroking her clit with the other hand. Steph came again, panting and moaning loudly as she finished her piss. “What the hell was that all about?”

Steph giggled as she looked up at him, cum glistening on her flushed skin. “I honestly don’t know. Just thought you might like that.” She stood up and kissed him. “OK now back to work for you. I’ve gotta get ready to go meet my mom.” Steph kissed him again and toweled herself off. As she shut the door behind Matt, Steph couldn’t help but smile. Yeah something is definitely different. Something has changed in me, I think I like it.

The sky was navy, occasionally punctuated with distant flashes of lightning. Sammy smiled as she picked out her outfit. She was excited. All day long, no matter how many times she came, she still was aching for this moment. Sammy slowly slid the black lace garter belt up her legs, feeling it slide into place around her waist. Next, she put on matching black lace panties, satin bikini cut. Sammy sat on the edge of her bed, pulling her black thigh-high stockings, attaching them to the garter belt. She put on a black bra that pushed up her breasts slightly, admiring herself briefly in the mirror before sliding on a sky blue blouse. She buttoned it up, leaving the top two undone to expose a bit of cleavage. Sammy then put on her light gray business slacks, followed by the matching jacket.

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[Narada]

Sammy part 4 continued

Steph yawned as she put down her book, looking at the clock. Only 9:00, but I’m already tired. She moved her legs off of the edge of the bed and put her feet on the floor. Standing up, she suddenly felt a movement in her stomach. Like a slowly spreading fire, Steph could feel warmth creep through her body. She could hear herself speaking…“You know, honestly, last night I was going to do what you did…” Steph shook her head and walked to the bathroom, pulling down her light green pajama pants. She looked in the mirror and ran her hands on her stomach, standing sideways, admiring her curves. Steph felt another cramp hit her. “You know, honestly, last night I was going to do what you did…” No I can’t do that. I can’t. No way.

Sammy clasped the thin gold necklace around her neck, letting it drape seductively above her cleavage. She looked good. Her hair was in loose curls, framing her face elegantly. She wore just a little bit of makeup, not enough to appear trashy, but enough to catch the boys’ eyes. Sammy bit her lip and leaned forward, putting her hands on the bathroom counter. Ohhh Sammy you are so bad. So naughty. Look at how sexy you look. Look at how much you need this. She picked up a pair of black low-heel shoes and put them on, her outfit finally complete.

Steph pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. She started to squeeze but stopped. “You know, honestly, last night I was going to do what you did…” She shuddered again. No way. No way Stephanie. It’s disgusting and wrong in so many ways. Steph stood up, her head spinning, legs weak. She walked over to her dresser and rummaged through her drawer, pulling out a pair of old blue cotton bikini cut panties. “You know, honestly, last night I was going to do what you did…” Steph pulled the panties up her legs and took off her shirt and bra. She walked back into the bathroom and looked at the toilet. You’re not really doing this. You seriously can’t be doing this. Steph stop. Don’t.

Sammy squatted on her bathroom floor, her hands resting on her knees. I feel so sexy. I feel like such a naughty bitch. She relaxed and started peeing, feeling it warm her ass and pussy. The liquid quickly ran through her pants, splashing on the tile beneath her. Sammy pushed with her lower abdominal muscles, grunting. She felt nothing coming and pushed harder, straining slightly as she could feel her asshole stretch. Piss continued to turn her pants a darker shade of gray as Sammy pushed even harder. Soft wet farts popped out of her ass. Sammy inhaled deeply, savoring her nasty scent. She bore down hard, finally feeling a huge weight shift in her bowels. Her fingers clenched the fabric of her pants as she could feel her shit slowly slide out of her ass.

“You know, honestly, last night I was going to do what you did…” OK if I do this, it’s just this one time. To see what it feels like, that’s all. I’m not doing this for any other reason. Just to try it. Steph’s heart was racing as she turned slightly in front of her bathroom mirror. It’s not too late to stop. Don’t do it. Don’t do it Steph. She felt her muscles tighten in her bowels. Just this one time. Just try it. Nobody will ever know. You know you’re curious. You want to shit your pants.

Sammy reached back with her right hand to feel her growing bulge, squeezing it lightly as her load crackled and spread out in her satin panties. She squeezed slightly, kneading it, smashing it up her crack. Sammy wiggled herself to her knees, leaning forward putting her left hand on the wall, her right hand squeezing the bulge hard. She could feel how firm it was on the outside, how soft and pliable it was underneath. Sammy spread her palm wide, cupping her huge bulge, closing her fist as she moved it up and down. Shit was now spread all the way up her ass crack, over the waist of her panties, smearing on her business slacks. Sammy leaned back and dropped hard to the floor with a wet plop, shuddering as her hot shit spread even further in her panties. She grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, little white buttons spinning and cartwheeling across the floor. Grinding her hips back and forth now, Sammy squeezed her tits, riding her shit filled panties. Back and forth, grinding, spreading her shit all over, feeling it creep over her pussy and down her thighs.

OK I’m going to do this. I can do this. It’s not a big deal. No one will know. Stop pussing out. Steph spread her legs wide and put her hands on her hips. She relaxed, waiting for the feeling of her shit. Nothing. Steph put her hand on her stomach and ran her other hand through her hair, taking a deep breath. Just do it. Her legs were shaking, palms extremely sweaty. Just relax. Just breathe deep and relax. Steph closed her eyes and remained perfectly still. “Oh fuck.” She snapped her eyes open and started laughing nervously as a stream of pee ran straight through her panties and onto the floor. Oh fuck I’m doing it. I’m doing it. “You know, honestly, last night I was going to do what you did…”

Sammy kicked off her shoes and pulled her pants off of her legs, smiling broadly as she saw the brown smears of shit on the inside. She pulled off her jacket and torn shirt, squeezing her tits. Her right hand went between her legs, rubbing her soaking wet pussy over her filthy panties. The room carried the exotic odor of Sammy’s mess as she continued thrashing about on the floor. Back and forth. Back and forth she slid on the floor, grinding her glistening black panties in the huge puddle of pale yellow piss. Her fingers were a blur, moving like lightning over her panties as she saw the puddle start to turn brown. Sammy moaned loudly as she could feel her orgasm building momentum.

Steph looked down at the dark spot on her panties, watching as the stream cascaded to the floor, splashing her feet and ankles. I’m actually going to do it. It’s alright. I’m just trying it, that’s all. No biggie. Steph nervously ran her hair behind her ears as she continued peeing. It does feel kinda good. I didn’t just say that. But it does. She could feel herself getting more and more turned on, her nipples instinctively hardening, heart pumping. Steph lightly grazed her fingertips across her tits, feeling her skin goose bump. OK this is it. If I’m gonna do it, just do it. No big deal.

Bottles of makeup and perfume went crashing to the floor as Sammy reached up blindly behind her to grab her vibrator. She scooted across the floor, leaving a trail of shit as she leaned her back against the sink, turning on the vibrator. Pulling her panties down to her knees, Sammy leaned back and ran the vibrator over her clit. Her eyes widened immediately, her mouth agape. She stared at her panties, shit covering the entire back portion, not an inch of the black material showing through the light brown mess. Sammy leaned forward and grabbed her panties with one hand, cupping them around the vibrator, stroking it like a cock, covering it with as much shit as she could. She slipped it into her pussy, her left hand running down to her clit. Sammy lifted her ass off of the floor, fucking the vibrator as hard as she could, feeling it move inside her tight pussy. Her clit was rock hard, sensitive, swollen. Her lips were puffy, soaking wet with the light brown juices dribbling from inside her.

Steph’s pee slowed to a few drips as she lightly rubbed her slit over her panties. OK here it comes. I can’t believe this. Whaaat am I DOING?! She put her hands on her knees and squeezed. Steph laughed. She didn’t know why she was laughing. Nervousness perhaps, but the fact remained that she couldn’t stop. She breathed one more deep breath and pushed. Her load came out quickly as her laughter turned to a guttural moan. It was a semi-soft load, spreading up her crack and out sideways over the base of her ass cheeks. Oh fuck. I did it. Ohhh what did I do? Steph had to stop and take stock of what had just happened. Her breathing was soft, her nipples still hard. She could feel the soft shit nestled in her panties, extremely hot against her skin. Steph could smell it now, but for some reason it wasn’t bothering her as much as she thought that it would. I’m turned on. Jesus I am actually turned on. What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck?! As shocked as she was, there was no denying it. Steph knew what it was like to feel the insatiable need to cum, and right now she felt it.

Sammy made harsh squeaking sounds as she rode the vibrator in and out. Her cum was making squelching noises as she got sloppy wet. She needed something to push her over the edge. Needed something to make her cum harder than she ever has before. Sammy looked through squinted eyes as her bathroom door opened and Steph came inside. Wordlessly she crouched next to Sammy and put her hand on the vibrator. “Just relax Samantha. I will take care of you.” Sammy leaned forward to smell Steph’s hair, acting like she was in a drunken stupor as she felt paralyzed, her legs unmoving, barely breathing. Mustering up what strength she could, Sammy leaned further down the front of the cabinet beneath the sink and slid off her panties. She spread her legs as wide as she could, clutching her panties to her chest. Her shit was smeared over her pussy now, across her asshole between her legs, down on her cheeks. She felt so dirty, so naughty for Steph.

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[Narada]

Sammy part 4 conclusion

Steph lost track of time. How long have I been standing here? She looked at herself in the mirror, her blue panties clearly wet between her legs. Her upper chest and cheeks were red, her amber hair slightly slick with sweat. She turned and looked at her ass for the first time. Steph could see the load tenting out at the bottom of her ass crack. “Oh my God. I really did it.” She tentatively reached back and felt the load. It gave way with just a slight bit of pressure, squishing a bit more. When she pulled her hand back, she could feel the weight of her load pulling her panties down slightly, peeling off of her cheeks with a slight wet sound. Now what? Steph brought her hands back to her body, her left cupping her breasts, squeezing gently, pulling softly on her nipples. She closed her eyes and ran her right hand down her panties, feeling how wet she was. Steph ran her middle finger lightly in and out of her hole, getting it lubricated before sliding it all the way in. Slowly she built momentum as she finger fucked herself. Faster. Faster. She was breathing harder now, erratically, her body feeling hot. Steph’s panties were sliding further down her ass now, her hand moving quickly underneath the fabric.

Sammy looked at Steph through hazy eyes. Without having to speak a word, Steph responded to her. “Yes you can Samantha. You can be as dirty as you would like.” Steph smiled warmly and leaned in, kissing her ever so gently on the tip of her nose. Sammy grabbed her panties and turned them inside it, placing the mess on her tummy. Both girls giggled as she ran the panties downwards, slowly, spreading her natural paint across her taught flesh.

Sammy stopped just short of her pussy, already filthy with shit, and brought them up to her tits, grabbing her nipples through the satin material. She grunted suddenly, a thin brown rope of poop snaking onto the floor. “Sammy you naughty girl!” Steph smiled at her. “You saved that for me, didn’t you?” Sammy reached her left hand between her legs and grabbed her small piece of shit and nodded at her. She brought the shit to her lips, lightly rubbing it along the ruby red lipstick. Sammy started to rub it faster, making sloppy brown circles, smearing her shit with the lipstick, making a reddish-brown mess. She opened her mouth and put the golf-ball sized log in her mouth, gagging at the flavor. Sammy slowly manipulated it with her tongue, moving it to the side of her mouth, chewing it, feeling it slide between her teeth like nasty peanut butter. Her saliva turned thick and brown, running down her chin and dripping along her neck. She gagged more but continued chewing, finally reducing it to a liquid she could swallow. Sammy leaned her head back and felt it slide down her throat, gagging hard but keeping everything down, knowing that this is what she wanted. What she needed.

Steph slid her panties down slightly as she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking on them to get them nice and wet. She slid her index, middle, and ring fingers inside of her now, running them in and out, stretching out the hot, wet walls of her pussy. Steph loved the feeling of being stretched, loved to be open and used hard. This was different. This was crazy different. Never before had she felt things this intense, this unbelievably acute on all of her erogenous zones. Steph was discovering her body in incredibly unimaginable new ways. She was loving it.

Sammy felt Steph’s hands grab her hair and pull her face right next to her’s. “Tell me you love me Samantha. Tell me how much you love me.” A solitary tear ran down Sammy’s cheek as she nodded. “Yes Steph I love you. I love you with all of my heart.” She slid her panties over her head, sucking on the material as she was rendered senseless. Sammy screamed as she came, her vibrator as deep inside of her as it possibly could be. The back of her head slammed the door of the sink as she thrust hard into the air. She sucked in air, moaning, screaming. Every muscle in her lower body clenched, her pussy contracting hard, holding the vibrator inside as her body screamed in orgasmic pleasure. Sammy’s ass came back to the floor as she collapsed, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was breathing hard, appearing as though she just sprinted a mile. Her dark brown hair no longer hung in curls, soaked with sweat now, sticking all over her face. Sammy was unable to speak, unable to move save for involuntary trembling.

Steph held her breath tight as she came hard, concentrating on the waves of sensations she was feeling. She relaxed as she reached orgasm, sticky fluid coating her finger as she ran it in and out of her body. Steph’s body screamed for her, skin flushed, left hand pulling tightly on her right nipple. Her head went back as she almost fell backwards, stumbling slightly as she leaned her elbow back on the sink. Steph could feel the weight of the medium sized load move in her panties as she slowly came down from the clouds. She could scarcely hear anything, blood pumping in her ears. If she could, it was doubtful she’d even realize what was going on. Steph’s mind was racing. That was so wrong. That was so wrong. I can’t believe I just did that. She looked at the puddle on the floor, could feel her poop spread slightly in her panties. So wrong. But she also saw how turned on she was, could feel how her body reacted to every detail of the last half hour. So gross. So wrong. But it was so great.

Sammy came out of the shower and walked across her room naked, hopping on the bed and grabbing her little terry cloth sleeping shorts. As she went to slide them up her legs, she saw the movie she watched with Steph sitting on top of her DVD player. Stephanie. Sammy’s heart started beating faster. She could feel moisture start to well up between her legs, could feel her skin getting warm, nipples hardening. What are you doing to me Stephanie? This has got to stop. I have to do something I should have done a long time ago. I know what I have to do. Sammy reached down and picked up her cell phone. She scrolled through her contacts and found Steph’s name. She felt almost sick, almost horrified at what she was doing. Nervously she fumbled at the buttons, finally getting her message in. Sammy’s thumb hovered over the “send” button for a moment. She closed her eyes and pressed it. It was done. Sent message: 9:56PM. “There’s something I really need to tell you. It’s very important.” The first step was taken.

Steph had her hands folded together, resting on her chin as she stared at her cell phone. What have I just done? I liked it though. Is there something wrong with me? Am I different? Am I weird? I liked it a lot. A lot. I need to tell someone. Who? And why do I want to tell someone? What is the MATTER with me?! Steph picked up her phone and slowly scrolled through her contacts. I don’t want to tell Matt. I can’t tell him. She paused as she saw Sammy’s name. Without even thinking, she started typing her a message. Yeah I can tell Sammy. Of course I’ll tell Sammy! She’s cool and won’t tell anyone. And she’s probably the most openly sexual person I know. Besides, she did it too, so she can’t judge. I just won’t tell her I got off on it. Steph finished typing her message and pressed the send button. This is so weird. I don’t know why. But I have to tell someone. Sent message: 9:56PM. “There’s something I really need to tell you. It’s very important.” The first step was taken.

[Narada]

Sammy part 5

Sammy nervously picked up her phone and called Steph. She paused as it rang. Once. Twice. Three times. After the fourth ring it went to Steph’s voicemail. Why didn’t she answer? Sammy had mixed feelings about having to leave a message. Part of her desperately needed to tell Steph, but the coward in her eventually ruled out. “Hey Steph. Uhh…it’s me. Sammy. Uhh…well, uhh…my parents are going up to northern Wisconsin on a camping trip with their friends. They uhh…they do this every year. God only knows what they’re doing up there.” Sammy laughed nervously. “Well, yeah…I was wondering if you wanted to come over and spend the weekend with me. If you’re not busy or anything. I mean, it’s cool if you don’t, but I just don’t wanna be bored. Or if you just want to stay one day or hang out or something…” Sammy made an irritated face as she fumbled through the message. “Yeah, sooo…let me know what you think. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”
Sammy sat on her bed for a moment and then spoke aloud to no one. “Well that was fucking terrible.” She shrugged her shoulders, grabbed her remote and turned on the television, flipping to the Discovery Channel. “Mmm…Man vs. Wild. Bear Grylls is so fucking hot. I love his accent.” Sammy rolled over on her side and drifted off to sleep.

Steph smiled, her green eyes shining like spring leaves. “You may now kiss the bride.” Sammy closed her eyes as Steph leaned in, placing her lips softly on hers, parting them slightly, tongues lightly touching. The roar of applause vaguely filled Sammy’s ears as the girls held hands and walked down the aisle and out of the building. They climbed into the back of the limo as the driver sped off, leading them to an unknown destination.
Steph climbed on top of Sammy, straddling her. She grabbed Sammy’s arms and pulled them above her head. “I fucking love you so much Sammy.” She kissed Sammy’s cheeks, her neck, her cleavage. “I want you out of this dress.” Steph climbed backwards off of the seat as Sammy grabbed her short white gown, pulling the lace material over her head. She bit her lower lip as she spread her legs wide. Steph stared for a moment, distant traffic making soft noises on the other side of the tinted glass. Sammy was wearing a white lace bra, matching white lace boyshort panties. White stockings went midway up her thighs, attached to garter belts. Little white bows decorated the tops of each stocking.

Steph leaned in and lightly darted her tongue over Sammy’s panties, tasting her through the material. She ran her hands up the brunette’s thighs, kissing her stomach, slowly up her body, between her breasts. “You’ve been saving up haven’t you? I know I have. Three days without going and eight glasses of water today. I’m going to explode.”

Sammy grabbed Steph’s hair as she breathed a response. “Two days and six glasses.” Steph didn’t respond, save for the kisses rapidly running up Sammy’s neck, over her earlobes. She put her hand between Sammy’s legs, rubbing her through her panties.

“Do it now. Do it for me.” Sammy squeezed lightly and could feel the piss spurting through her material. Through foggy eyes she looked down, smiling as she saw the liquid flow over Steph’s fingers and over the front of the seat. Sammy’s soft pants of breath did little to disguise the loud hissing of her fluid, warming her pussy, dripping backwards between her cheeks, pooling in the crack of the seat. She concentrated on the feeling of her piss, the feeling of Steph’s fingers holding open her lips, her middle finger up and down over her clit. Sammy could feel her piss slow to a trickle as her love worked her soft cherry lips across her skin.

Steph kissed back down Sammy’s body, pushing her panties into her pussy, rubbing up over her clit. Moments after placing a soft kiss just above the waistband of Sammy’s panties, Steph climbed up onto the seat, legs wide, straddling her young love. She wrapped her arms around Sammy’s neck, kissing her deeply, tongues running over one another. The girls separated their lips, eyes closed, tongues flicking against one another. Steph slowly was grinding her hips back and forth, involuntarily fucking the air. She squirmed and hiked up her white wedding dress above her hips, exposing a white garter set and panties identical to those of Sammy.

“Hold this for me.” Steph guided Sammy’s hands to her dress, feeling her tremble in anticipation. She put her hand on Sammy’s shoulder, her other hand clutching her beautifully curled hair, the cinnamon spirals hanging through her fingers. Slowly she pushed out, feeling a large, hot pile of shit fill her pristine, white, satin panties. Sammy shuddered and buried her face in Steph’s tits, kissing her breasts through the material of the gown. Steph moaned softly to herself as she lowered her ass towards Sammy’s panties, gently resting her bulge on the girl’s soaked crotch. She screamed loudly as she dropped all of her weight down on Sammy’s lap, feeling her shit spread up her ass crack and on her pussy.

Sammy looked forward and could see the eyes of the limo driver in the rear-view mirror. She met his gaze, staring back at him lustfully as Steph slowly bounced up and down on her lap. The smell of Steph’s messy panties filled the air of the limo, wet slapping sounds occurring every time she bounced up and down. Sammy could feel the intense heat and pressure of Steph’s load through the thin material of their panties. She took her hands off of Steph’s gown, feeling the soft fabric cascade over them.

Reaching underneath, Sammy could feel her fingers slide beneath the waistband of Steph’s panties. Slowly she sank her fingers into Steph’s warm shit, gasping as the soft, hot mud covered her hands. Sammy closed her fists and brought out two small handfuls of poop. She brought them up to her face, inhaling, savoring the scent. Sammy looked deep in Steph’s eyes, never once blinking or looking away, and lowered her tongue to the small piece of shit in her right hand. She licked it, running her tongue slowly, lingering, letting the top layer of Steph’s chocolate melt in her mouth.

Sammy stuck out her tongue at Steph, showing her the thick brown coating. Steph wrapped her lips around Sammy’s tongue, sucking hard, tasting herself. Sammy reached up with her shitty hands and grabbed Steph’s tits through the wedding dress, squeezing them, leaving nasty light brown handprints. She could feel Steph’s hard nipples as she played with her breasts, grabbing them, pinching, trailing her lover’s load all over her dress.

Before Sammy could do anything further, Steph climbed off of her and knelt on the floor. “Your turn.” She stared intently with her vivid green eyes, focusing between Sammy’s legs. Steph watched as Sammy lifted her ass off of the seat, holding herself up with her arms. She grunted, squeezing as her panties bulged out beneath her. Steph reached out with one hand and ran it lightly over Sammy’s panties, sticking her other hand down her own panties. Sammy’s bulge was huge now, growing incredibly with each push. She stopped to catch her breath before pushing one last time, feeling another large burst of soft brown shit spread out in her panties.
Sammy climbed down onto the floor of the limo with Steph, getting on her hands and knees. The girls leaned over, placing their asses against one another. Steph dropped her dress down over her ass, rocking back and forth. Sammy and Steph’s shit filled panties slapped into each other, their bulges flattening out and spreading everywhere. Harder and harder they thrust against each other, moaning loudly, their tits swaying with the movement of their bodies. Sammy could feel herself about to cum, body tensing up, warm, soft shit across her most intimate parts. Both girls could feel the shit creeping up their slits, sliding over their slick lips. Faster and faster, harder and harder! Plop, plop, plop. Hot messy loads spreading up their ass cracks, across their aching cunts…

Sammy’s cell vibrated softly on her bedside table. She slowly opened her eyes, her hand in her shorts, pussy soaking wet. Sammy grabbed her phone to see that Steph left her a text message. “Sounds gr8! I work Sun, but Im free Fri and Sat! See ya!” Sammy kicked her legs in excitement and crashed backwards into her bed. She was so excited, so turned on. This will be the weekend. I’ll tell her. I’ll tell her that I love her. Sammy’s fingers ran little waves over her clit as she relaxed, slowly letting out her steaming golden piss. I love how it smells in the morning…so strong, so sexy.
Sammy’s breaths became deeper, more pronounced. The morning sun warmed her face as her pee warmed her pussy. It hissed through her panties, soaking her sheets and staining the mattress. I don’t care. I don’t care how bad I’m being. I need to do this! Sammy lifted her hips off of her bed, feeling herself cumming hard. Her pee ran down over her pussy, down her ass, dripping off of her lower back. Biting her lip, Sammy squeezed her thighs tightly around her hand, legs holding her ass high above the bed, fingers on her hard clit. Her ass fell back to the bed as she smiled broadly, cheeks flushed. Sammy felt better…relaxed. Her pee slowed to a trickle as she giggled. It was a great way to begin the day.

Sammy’s mother and father finished packing up the car on Friday afternoon.

“You remember the rules? No parties, lock up if you leave, and so on?” Her mom leaned down to give her a hug as her dad climbed in the car.

“Yes I remember. Now go on and meet up with your friends. I’m sure you’ll have a great time.” Sammy’s mother climbed into the car and waved as they drove on down the street. She walked back in the house and leaned against the door, smiling and pumping her fists. Friday had come! Steph was coming over! It had been a long week, but Sammy had made the most of it.
She thought of Monday night. She was standing in her room in her work uniform. Sammy was wearing tight khaki pants with a white polo shirt. Underneath she was wearing a white bra with light pink stripes and pink little boy short panties. Her feet were decked out in little black shoes over white socks. Sammy’s hand went down her jeans as she pictured herself standing there, legs spread. She could remember the dark stain spreading down her thighs, the bulge growing in the seat of her pants. Sammy unsnapped her jeans and slid them off, kicking them to the side. She was picturing herself pulling her khakis up tight against her ass, spreading her load.

Monday night…damn what a night! Sammy could see the brown load leaking through her khakis. She rubbed her pussy through her panties, imagining how she took off her pants, how she grabbed her panties. Sammy vividly recalled as she ran the panties over her body, over, and over, and over again, covering every inch with her shit. She was wearing brown body paint. Filthy, nasty shit over every part of her. Faster and faster Sammy traced her wet slit through her panties, feeling her body ache, feel it crave the need to cum.
Sammy pulled her panties to her knees as she thought of Tuesday night. She was standing alone in her bathroom, wearing only her brand new bikini and a pair of flip flops. The bikini was lime green with yellow trim, with little strings tied on the side holding up the bottoms. Sammy brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled the scent of her cream, breathing deeply. She started panting a little faster, her fingers moving back to her bald lips. Sammy closed her eyes and envisioned her bikini bottoms as they began to tent out, crackling as the extremely soft brown load grew to immense proportions. Her suit hung loosely now off of her ass as her shit weighed it down, exposing the top of her tan lines and butt crack.

Sammy slurped on her fingers, getting them nice and wet before running them deep inside her pussy. She looked so hot on Tuesday, waddling over to the bathtub with her near-liquid shit running down the backs of her legs. Sammy remembered how it felt, how she scooped as much of her shit into her bikini top as possible. In and out Sammy’s fingers went, in and out of her dripping pussy. She stroked the spongy top of the inside of her pussy, feeling her legs buckle, her hands start to sweat. Tuesday…her shit running put of her top, between her fingers, leaving brown rivers down her skin.

Sammy slid three fingers inside her sopping tunnel and remembered how she looked Wednesday afternoon. Slutty schoolgirl. She was wearing knee-high white socks with black buckle shoes. Her blue and red plaid skirt was two sizes too small, barely covering her light yellow panties. Sammy was wearing a white button-up shirt as well with a blue and red neck tie. Faster she slid her fingers into her pussy, dreaming of how she was dirty talking, how the piss ran down her legs, soaking into her socks. In and out. Faster and faster. Finger-fucking her pussy. She could see herself hiking up her skirt now, looking into the mirror with a grapefruit sized lump in her panties. Sammy could imagine how the hot bulge felt beneath her hand as she squeezed lightly, moving it, feeling it stick like soft clay to her flesh.
In and out. Sloppy wet noises. Sammy worked her insatiable pussy hard, envisioning how she slid her shitty panties down. She could feel how hot her load was as she pressed it up against her pussy. Sammy started burning everywhere, started to lose focus. Wednesday…forcing the pile between her legs, grinding against it. Sliding her pussy back and fort, feeling her lips separate as her shit slowly worked into her slit. Harder and harder. Finger-fucking…shit fucking…Sammy was in heaven, clumps of poop dropping down, leaving small brown marks on her stockings. Harder and harder…fucking herself…fucking her shit.

She pulled her panties off all of the way and put them over her face, inhaling her pussy juice. Sammy moved her fingers back to her clit, rubbing quickly. Thursday night she was wearing her old black and red high school cheerleading uniform. Her cheeks were painted with matching black and red hearts, her hair pulled back in duel braided pigtails. Sammy could remember vividly as she set her cell camera to record video, moving back across the room. She grunted and squeezed a soft load into her red spankies, picking up her pompons from the floor. Sammy gyrated her hips and danced, recalling every step of her routine. Every move she made caused her bulge to spread, to shift against her soft body.

Sammy fucked herself as she thought of the playback of the video. Her body moving, her skirt riding up, brief teasing glimpses of her red spankies filled with her shit as she shook her ass seductively. Sammy could feel herself rapidly falling over the edge, could feel her pussy ready to scream, her body ready to release every bit of sexual energy. She thought of her favorite part of the video she made. She strolled back across the room, stopping right in front of the camera. “This is for you Steph.” Sammy reached behind her, underneath her skirt, underneath her spankies. Her hand came back out, full of soft brown shit. Sammy held it in front of the camera, letting the lens examine her filthy handiwork. “Do you like my shit Steph? I do it for you.” She got on her knees and took the load and put it in her mouth.

Fuck Thursday’s dinner was great. Sammy wiped her hand on the front of her shirt, opening her mouth for the camera to see. Her shit was resting on her tongue, starting to disintegrate slightly, brown rivulets of saliva pooling up. Sammy closed her mouth seductively, breathing through her nose. Her teeth sank into the soft load. Sammy could feel as her molars bit into some crunchy parts, probably nuts she had earlier, before sinking through the pasty mess.

Slowly she chewed, savoring, her teeth moving up and down, grinding her bitter shit. Sammy opened her mouth again, the load reduced to a dark brown gooey mess. She manipulated it with her tongue, sliding it back and forth, rubbing it along her teeth. Sammy let some drool off of her chin and drip on her shirt, running down her firm, perky tits. She closed her mouth again and swallowed, letting it all go down, so much smoother than when she first became a little shit eater. Sammy’s pussy contracted around her fingers as she screamed, her body reaching orgasm. She rubbed her clit slower now, letting herself recover. Yes, it had been a good week, but the weekend was just about to start.

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[Narada]

Sammy part 5 continued

Sammy was lying on her couch watching television, dressed in a blue tank top and white shorts. The sun was still warm in the late evening sky, not at all uncommon for June. Sammy turned her head toward the window as she heard Steph pull into the driveway. She’s here! She’s here! Yes. Yes. YES! Sammy ran to the door and pulled it open, admiring Steph’s long body as she climbed out of the car. Her tan legs disappeared into cutoff jean shorts, her upper body covered with a pink t-shirt.

“Hey there Samantha Leigh! You been excited?” Steph laughed as she grabbed her bag from the trunk.

“Oh you have no idea!” Sammy laughed inwardly at her comment. She really doesn’t have any idea! She held the door open as Steph came inside, starting the walk upstairs. “Yeah go ahead and throw your stuff anywhere up there. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Sammy couldn’t help but peek at Steph’s tight ass as it swayed up the stairs. The low angle provided the perfect view, her firm cheeks spread tightly in the shorts.

“So what’s for dinner?” Steph plopped herself down in a chair at the table as Sammy poured herself a glass of water.

“Well I was thinking hot dogs. I know it sounds lame, but I really don’t feel like making a mess…” Yes I do “…that I have to clean up later.” Sammy turned to Steph. “Will that work?”

“Yeah hot dogs are fine.” Steph started flipping through magazines on the table as Sammy prepared the food. “So I was thinking. You wanna go out tonight? I mean, not like all night, but go dancing or something?”

Sammy pulled the hot dogs out of the microwave and sat down next to Steph, putting buns and mustard on the table. “That’ll be fun! I don’t wanna get back to late, but yeah that would be great. We can go in the hot tub when we get back.” Sammy ate her food, enjoying every second with Steph.

“Oh my GOD! The hot tub! Hell yeah!” The girls giggled as they finished eating, chatting about several different things. Sammy smiled and nodded her head, hanging on Steph’s every bubbly word. “Do you like giving head?”
Sammy snapped out of her daze and looked at Steph strangely. Steph laughed and explained herself. “I’m sorry. I was talking to my friend Veronica and she really hates giving head, and for some reason I really like it. I mean, I like getting eaten out a lot more, but going down on a guy isn’t bad.”

Sammy could feel her skin prick, her pussy moisten. She didn’t know why the conversation started drifting down this path, but she was glad that it did. “Uhh…well yeah, I do. I like eating a girl out a lot more than going down on a guy, but it’s alright.” Steph giggled at Sammy’s response.

“What’s that like? …going down on a girl?” Sammy searched Steph’s eyes for some sort of hint that she was teasing her, that she was going to laugh. All she saw was curiosity, a genuine sense of wonder.

“Well, uhh…well I don’t know if I can really describe it. Basically, I guess I just try to do what I’d want done to me. If that makes any sense. Maybe you should try it.”

Steph laughed. “Yeah I doubt that’s ever going to happen.” Sammy felt a genuine twinge of sadness, but didn’t let it get her down. I am going to have fun this weekend, no matter what. Sammy started clearing the table before Steph began helping. “Let’s go start to get ready!”

The girls gossiped about work, family, and friends as they prepared for their night out on the town. Lightning bugs were floating aimlessly in the warm early summer night as Sammy finished getting ready. “Well how do I look?” She stepped back and did a pirouette for Steph, showing off her cute outfit. Sammy was wearing a black cocktail dress, coming down to about mid-thigh. It fit her snugly, accenting her little curves and cute firm tits. Her hair hung in loose curls at the side of her face.

“You look absolutely ravishing my darling. How about me?” Sammy admired Steph as she showed off her body. She was wearing tight dark blue jeans and a dark red top. It was cut low in the front, providing ample view of her cleavage.

“Fantastic, but you already knew that.” The girls giggled as they grabbed their purses and headed downstairs and out the door. Sammy and Steph sang along loudly to the radio as they drove to the club, waving at every stop to guys they thought were hot. Sammy felt light as air, looking over at Steph in the passenger seat as she sang loudly. She looked so beautiful…so perfect…

They arrived at the club and made their way inside. It wasn’t even nine yet, so there was plenty of room. The girls made their way to the dance floor and started moving to the music. Lights flickered and changed color with every thumping drive of the heavy bass. Steph grabbed Sammy by the waist and danced into her, moving her hips, swaying in rhythm to the melody. Lasers vibrated and twisted across their bodies as they began sweating, moving seductively.

More and more people began crowding into the club as Sammy and Steph got lost in the music, having so much fun dancing and moving. Several men tried dancing with them, but they were an item tonight, two good friends out enjoying each other’s company. “Hey Steph, you keep dancing. I gotta pee.” Sammy could feel herself immersed in the music, but she couldn’t deny the pain in her bladder.

“I’ll come with you, but after this song.” Steph lifted her hands up in the air and shimmied her ass, not wanting to leave the dance floor.

“I really have to go…I don’t think I can wait.” Sammy kept dancing, but began to wiggle a little more, losing rhythm as her hand occasionally went between her legs. “Yeah I won’t make it. I’ll be right back.” Sammy turned to walk to the bathroom but stopped as Steph grabbed her wrist. She spun her around and put her hand playfully on Sammy’s ass, pulling her close.

“Just do it here.” Steph smiled wickedly as she thrust her hips, back and forth, moving to the music. Sammy could feel her chest get warm, her mind flooding with questions and bewilderment.

“Wait…what? Here? I can’t do it here! No fucking way!” Sammy looked at Steph incredulously.

Steph laughed at Sammy’s horrified reaction. “Oh come on. What happened to the tough badass Sammy you’ve been telling me about? I thought this would be easy for you, but I guess I underestimated your wimpiness.”

Sammy looked embarrassed, but her body betrayed her intentions. She wanted to do this. She wanted to impress Steph. “Fine I’ll do it, but you have to do it too.” Sammy smiled at Steph, knowing that she just upped the dare.

“Deal. But we have to leave right away when I’m done because I’m wearing jeans. People will notice.” The girls continued dancing, bodies grinding, the music drowning out their private conversation. “Well, are you going to go?” Steph looked at Sammy’s broad grin.

“I am going.” Steph put her hand over her mouth and looked at Sammy in shock. Her hands were on her hips, clutching the material of her black dress tightly. Sammy’s legs were slightly spread. Steph stared at the pee running down her right leg, pooling underneath her. Sammy didn’t understand why she was doing it, but she knew it felt right. She knew that maybe this meant more for their weekend…that this was just a start.

Sammy finished peeing slowly as she started dancing again. “Did anyone notice?”

Steph looked around briefly, but didn’t seem to notice anybody checking them out suspiciously. “Nope. I don’t think so.”

“Well it’s your turn now anyway.” Sammy was so turned on, so shocked that the evening was heading in this direction. “Or are you too afraid?” Please don’t chicken out, please don’t chicken out.

Steph looked at Sammy strangely, her face slowly moving from concentration to a smile. “Oh shit I’m doing it.” Sammy looked intently at the darkening material between Steph’s legs. With every flash of a light, she could see the rapidly spreading pattern running down Steph’s thighs. “Is it noticeable?”

“A little. Turn around. Yeah the back’s really noticeable.” Steph tried to subtly peek over her shoulder at her ass. Their was a huge wet stain across both of her cheeks and down the back of her thighs. “We better get going!”
Steph laughed and agreed wholeheartedly. “Stand close behind me so nobody can see my wet ass.” Sammy and Steph sauntered to the door, hopping in Sammy’s car.

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[Narada]

Sammy part 5 continued

“I can’t believe we just did that!” Steph burst out laughing, collapsing backwards into the seat. “I’m sorry if my wet ass is ruining your seat.”

“Naw, totally fine.” Sammy tried to act cool, not wanting to divulge to Steph just yet how hot this truly was to her. How sexy it is to see Steph in piss-soaked jeans. “It was fun! I told you I’d do it.”

“Would you do this?” Sammy looked over at Steph as the older girl turned to the window and lifted her shirt, exposing her bra-covered tits to the car next to her. Sammy could see the guys inside laughing and giving Steph the thumbs up. The stoplight turned green and both cars pulled away. Steph laughed as she pulled her shirt down, having so much fun teasing the guys.

“Fuck yes I’d do that. I’ll one up you.” Steph’s mouth was agape as she watched Sammy squirm and slide her dress down below her strapless bra. With one hand she reached behind and unsnapped her bra, exposing her perky breasts. She tossed it over to Steph, who was shocked into silence. Sammy giggled. “Too much for you?”

Steph looked at her with fake anger. “Too much? Not enough!” She slid her shirt over her head and took off her bra. “Honk the horn!” Sammy obliged her by blaring on the horn as they approached a group of people standing outside of a bar. The girls all stared at Sammy and Steph with disgust as the guys cheered, whistling and making cat calls as they drove past.

Sammy slid her dress off the rest of the way, taking her panties off as well. “How about this?” The girls were choking on their laughter as they watched everyone give them odd stares. Steph and Sammy’s tits were illuminated with every passing light, clearly visible to anyone who happened to be looking.

The car slowed to a stop at another red light. Steph looked wickedly at Sammy and told her to be amazed. She slid off her jeans and panties and opened the door, running around to the back of the car. Sammy could clearly see her ass in the rearview mirror as Steph posed for the car behind her. Her hand instinctively went between her legs at the sight of her love’s nude body. She could see as Steph started laughing and then began getting back in the car.

“What happened?!”

“He asked me how much for a night!” The girls burst out laughing again.

“Well what did you tell him?”

“I told him that it was more than he could ever afford!” Steph crossed her legs and pushed out her chest, playfully looking as sexy as she could. Little did she know how much she was affecting Sammy, how her nearly perfect body was causing Sammy to grow more and more wet between her legs
Sammy pulled the car in front of a gas station. There was one person at a pump, not really paying much attention to what was going on around him.

“Watch this!” Sammy opened the door and squatted next to the car.

“Holy shit Sammy! What the fuck!?” Steph was looking around nervously as she heard Sammy start to pee. The stream was splashing on the asphalt, running underneath the car. Steph turned her head and looked back at the man at the pump, who was now staring in their direction. He had a slight smile on his face, quite obviously enjoying the scene. “Oh shit Sammy hurry before the cops come!”

Sammy looked up at Steph. “Hand me my panties, I gotta wipe.” Steph tossed over Sammy’s still-wet panties and watched as she wiped with them. Sammy tossed them back in the car towards Steph, who squealed and moved out of the way.

“Eww! I don’t wanna touch your pee!” Sammy got back in the car and backed away. Steph looked through the windshield at the huge puddle in the vacant parking space. “Holy shit that’s a lot of piss.” Sammy was still laughing hard as she waved at the guy at the pump. He waved awkwardly back as the girls drove on down the road.

“I can’t believe we just did that. We could’ve gotten into so much trouble!” Sammy turned to Steph, who was making a strange face. “What’s the mat-?” Her sentence was cut off as the smell of Steph’s fart filled her nostrils. Sammy inhaled deeply, trying to absorb as much of the intoxicating gas as she could. It was strong, thick with the aroma of a fresh log of shit needing to come out. Sammy continued sniffing, almost tasting it in the back of her throat, her pussy leaving natural lube on her seat. She snapped to attention, realizing before it was too late that she couldn’t be so obvious, couldn’t make it so clear that she wanted every bit of her lover, no matter how filthy.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t hold it!” Steph was giggling, obviously not too upset about her situation. Sammy just looked at her and lifted her ass, squeezing out a loud fart, vibrating her tiny tight asshole as it echoed in the car. The smell was almost immediate, potent and with a strong hint of sulfur. “Samantha Leigh! You’re such a pig!”

Both girls were laughing as Sammy pulled to a stop in her driveway. The neighborhood was quiet, glowing lightly in the blue shadows of the moon. The girls gathered up their clothing and went through the side of Sammy’s yard and into the back. They tossed their clothes on the hot tub deck as Steph went inside. Sammy prepared the hot tub, taking the cover off and turning on the jets. She slowly dipped her naked body into the warm water, sighing as she sank up to her neck. She looked up when she heard the sliding glass door, admiring Steph as she walked over to where they were. She’s so perfect…her thin waist, nice hips…her pink, soft nipples…her strip of strawberry blonde hair fading away between her legs…her sexy glasses…her green eyes…her beautiful green eyes.

“I got white wine. Is that alright?” Steph placed down two glasses and two bottles on the deck next to the hot tub.

“What? Yeah. Oh yeah white wine. That’s fine.”
Steph laughed. “You OK? You seem a little distracted.”

Distracted?! Yeah I’m distracted! I want to lick every square inch of your body. I want to bathe you with my tongue, run it over every square inch of you. “No, I’m fine.” Sammy giggled. “Just enjoying the water. Come on in.”

Steph lowered herself into the hot tub, taking a seat opposite of Sammy. “Damn this is nice.” She poured two glasses of wine, handing one over to Sammy. “Cheers my sweet. To a fun and wonderful and, well, pretty weird beginning to our weekend.” Both girls laughed and tapped their glasses together, taking long pronounced sips from the glasses.

Sammy enjoyed the warm feeling everywhere. In her throat, all over her body…she was in paradise, sitting across from the most beautiful girl in the world.

“So what are you doing after this summer? I mean, like, college-wise.”

Sammy looked at Steph. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I’m going to stay at home and work, probably go to community college. I don’t know if I want to go away from home yet. What about you?” Sammy shifted in the tub, lightly running her fingertips underwater against her skin.

“I think I’m going to Northern. I was accepted there. I did the whole community college thing for two years and now it’s time to move up in the world I think. Plus it’s not really that far, so I can come home a lot. Which is nice I guess.” Steph looked down, her eyes concentrating on something far off.

“You don’t sound really happy about that.” Sammy looked at her, concerned over what was troubling her friend. She finished her glass of wine and topped off Steph’s.

“Hey this may sound really, really, really weird, and feel free to be grossed out and say no, but it would be the most awesome thing ever if you could give me a foot massage. I’ll give you one too.” Sammy’s pussy sent a trickle of pleasure to her brain.

“Uhh yeah that’s cool. Fine.”

Steph slid further down in the water and offered her right foot to Sammy. She reached down and took Sammy’s right foot in her hands and started gently rubbing the balls of her feet. “Well to get back to what we were talking about. Yeah, I dunno, it’s kind of like I want to start a new life. To see where I can go. I just…I just want to cut off ties and experience everything new again.”

Sammy rolled her thumbs over Steph’s toes, working the pads individually, easing the stress and tension the best she could. I want this to be erotic…but not too obvious…no what the fuck am I doing? Just be a friend Sammy, just a friend…but I want to tell her so bad…I want to tell her how I feel…”Well what do you mean cut off ties?”

“I’m thinking about breaking up with Matt.” Steph looked up suddenly, her green eyes sharp with sincerity. Her hand continued to work Sammy’s feet, fingers gently probing into the soft arches now, pressing gently, slowly increasing the pressure.

“Whoa…whoa there…why? I thought you guys were happy.” Sammy downed her glass of wine in one gulp and poured herself another. This is perfect. Perfect! Now’s your time Sammy! Now’s your time! No, no, no! Don’t be stupid. It’s so wrong. They’re happy. Be a friend Sammy, be a friend.

Steph finished her glass and held it out as Sammy filled it again. “We are happy. But we’ve been together for three years and nothing is changing. He works hard, and I appreciate that, but we RARELY see each other, which is just nightmarish. I dunno, does it sound crazy? Am I just going through an early-life crisis?” She was kneading Sammy’s heel between her palms, moving her tendons, relaxing her…

“No, not crazy. Honestly, as your friend, you have to do what you think is right. Nothing I can tell you is going to make your decision any easier, only more difficult. I’m sorry…I don’t really have a whole lot of close girl friends, so I know I suck at advice, but I try…” Sammy switched to Steph’s other foot, feeling her slippery flesh between her hands. She began the same process, manipulating every fiber of Steph’s aching feet.

“I know. I don’t expect anyone to give me a right or wrong answer. I’m sorry…damn that feels good.” Steph was slowly stopping Sammy’s foot massage as she leaned her head back and stared off into the stars. “Damn that feels good.” Sammy took another long sip from her wine as she watched Steph lean back and enjoy her foot massage. She could see Steph’s chest moving up and down, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry I’m being so selfish…but could you do my neck and shoulders too? You’re just really good at this…sorry I will hit you back sometime.”

[story concludes below]

[Narada]

Sammy part 5 conclusion

Sammy giggled. “Turn around, it’s fine.” Holy fuck Sammy! What is happening?!? What the fuck is going on?! Her pussy was so warm, so excited about how things were progressing. How all the stars were aligning. Sammy straddled Steph from behind, their slippery flesh rubbing lightly together. Her nipples got hard as she put her hands on Steph’s shoulders, rubbing her fingers in, moving her thumbs in circles. “How’s this?”

“Perfect.” Steph crossed her arms and leaned forward, resting her forehead. Sammy’s hand moved up and down her neck, squeezing, causing her to lose focus, to relax and forget her troubles…Steph started breathing heavier, could feel herself suddenly start to feel things she knew that she shouldn’t. Her skin had goose bumps, her nipples hardened as she felt Sammy’s hands on her slippery taught skin.

Sammy didn’t know what she was doing. She leaned in and kissed Steph lightly on the neck. She pulled away quickly. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m drunk.”

Steph turned her head to the side and smiled softly. “It’s OK. You don’t have to stop.” She lifted her head and pulled her hair over her shoulder, exposing her long neck. “I’m drunk too.”

Sammy felt nauseas, felt so turned on that it twisted her stomach in knots. She kissed Steph softly, sucking gently, moving up and down her neck. Her hands reached around the front and cupped Steph’s tits, squeezing them, pulling on her nipples. Sammy could feel how she responded, could sense the tiny changes in her breath and motions. What are you doing Sammy? This is crazy. This can’t be happening. This is a dream. Just another dream.

“I’ve never uhh…never been with a girl. Wow…uhh…so…what do I do?” Steph looked over her shoulder at Sammy, her skin flushed, eyes sparkling. Sammy grabbed her waist and slowly had her step a few feet out of the hut tub, leaning over at the waist. She got up behind her and spread Steph’s ass cheeks, running her tongue over her little puckering hole. “Ohhh fuck wow.”
Steph leaned down further, feeling her tits press into the cool wood of the deck surrounding the hot tub and pool. Sammy spit on Steph’s asshole, rubbing her finger over the hole before slipping it in. She bent over, running her tongue now over Steph’s slit, lapping at her juices as she moaned softly. Sammy slid her finger in and out, pulling it out of Steph’s ass and sucking on it obscenely before sliding it back in. She could feel how hot and tight Steph’s asshole was, how it sucked her finger in all the way up to her second knuckle. Faster and faster Sammy fucked her asshole, fingering her, watching as her ass cheeks jiggled slightly with each thrust.

Sammy grabbed Steph’s legs and turned over, having her sit on the edge of the hot tub. Steph grabbed Sammy’s head and guided it between her legs, instincts taking over. “Yessssss…” Sammy rubbed her lips gently over Steph’s labia, inhaling her scent. She kissed softly, planting soft little signatures on Steph’s sensitive flesh. Sammy flicked her tongue rapidly on her clit, feeling her shudder at the rapid movement of flesh on flesh. Sammy worked her expert tongue up and down Steph’s slit, moving back and forth over her hard button, making her squirm and squeal. Steph leaned back, spreading her legs wide as Sammy pushed her tongue as far up her pussy as it would go, lapping at her moist walls. She could feel herself cumming, losing control as Sammy went down on her.

“Oh fuck Sammy I’m cumming…don’t stop…don’t stop…” Steph went stoic as she gripped Sammy’s head tight, holding her against her throbbing pussy. She raised her hips off of the deck, grinding against Sammy’s face, humping her mouth. “Please…oh God…ohhhh…wow…wow…”

Sammy slowly pulled away. Steph’s breasts were rising and falling with each deep inhalation. The moon light outlined her curves, drops of water running off of her body. Sammy didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to respond…was it the alcohol? What happened here? Did this mean anything to Steph? Sammy’s pussy was on fire, her nipples rock hard, her tongue still tangy with Steph’s juice.

“Umm…wow. I don’t know what to say. That was awesome. Awesome. I’ve never been eaten out like that. Fuck wow. You’re good Samantha Leigh!” Steph giggled and slowly lowered herself into the water again. “I guess I owe you one, although don’t expect anything nearly as amazing.”

Sammy was speechless. She wanted to straddle Steph, to show her just how many orgasms she could give her in one night. She wanted to suck on her tongue, to slowly close her eyes as Steph lowers her ass over her face. I love you Stephanie. I love you so much. “Naw it’s fine. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Trust me, I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. Speaking of which, you know how I told you that there’s something I want to tell you about. Well, umm…well let me show you I guess.” Steph climbed out of the hot tub and walked over towards the pile of clothes. “Hey could you like, light one of these tiki torches or something?”

“Sure.” Sammy climbed out of the hot tub and walked to the outdoor kitchen, grabbing a lighter and igniting a couple of the citronella torches that adorned the deck. She turned around and gasped as she saw Steph standing there, still completely naked except for her panties. They were cotton bikini cut, Kelly green color with gold shamrocks on the front. The firelight flickered over her body, casting dramatic shadows between her tits.

“So…uhh…well, I’m drunk, and uhh…I told you I’d do it, and, well you know me now better than any of my other girl friends, and well…” Steph giggled nervously and turned around. She spread her legs slightly. Sammy stopped moving. Stopped breathing. Stopped noticing anything else around her except for what was happening right in front of her very eyes. Even then she didn’t believe it. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. No way. Not in a million years.

Steph pushed, grunting softly as a little bit of poop tented out the bottom of her panties. She took a deep breath and pushed again, exhaling as the bulge grew over four times the original size, stretching out the back of her panties wide. The glowing candles showcased every dimple and crease in Steph’s loaded wet panties. “Yeah…so uhh I tried this at my house…” Steph looked over her shoulder at Sammy. “…and I liked it. I know it’s fucking weird. I probably shouldn’t have told you that. I’m sorry.”

Sammy’s heart ached, burning with intense emotional pleasure. Her body wanted to orgasm. It took every once of restraint not to cum with every movement of her legs. She walked over to Steph and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her, holding her tight. Their breasts pressed together, their hearts beating rapidly in unison. “Sammy, what’re you d-“ Sammy looked up at Steph and instinctively kissed her, lips parting, tongues lightly flicking against one another. Sammy grabbed Steph harder, pulling her closer, kissing her madly, like it was her first time. She could smell Steph’s shit now, sending a mini orgasm rippling through her veins. Sammy reached for Steph’s hands and lowered them to her ass. Instinct took over and Steph squeezed gently, playing with Sammy’s cute ass cheeks. The girls broke apart as Sammy leaned down, taking Steph’s nipple into her mouth. She nibbled gently, running her teeth carefully over Steph’s sensitive flesh.

Sammy kissed down Steph’s stomach, hands now up on her nipples, tweaking them, tugging, pulling. She reached down and grabbed her panties. They were blue satin bikini cut with black lace trim. Sammy pulled them up her legs and snapped them in place over her ass. She stood up again and put Steph’s hands back on her ass. Steph was breathing hard, body slowly moving rhythmically with the warm flood of pleasure. Sammy buried her head in her neck, kissing her hard. Without warning, Steph heard a crackling, a soft popping sound, and felt Sammy’s panties stretch underneath her hands. She heard Sammy sigh, felt her hot load beneath her fingers. Steph didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what the next step was.

Sammy grabbed Steph’s bulge again and started squeezing, pulling up on her panties. Steph moaned loudly as she felt her shit flatten, spreading up her ass and down between her legs. She could feel how warm and creamy it was, how nasty she was being. “Do it like that Steph.” The girls started kissing again, just as hard as before, tongues down each others’ throats. Steph tentatively squeezed Sammy’s bulge, gently, delicately. Sammy reached back and grabbed Steph’s hand and forcefully pressed, guiding her every step of the way. Steph got the hint and started manipulating her load, pressing it against Sammy’s ass, feeling it spread out underneath the thin material of her satin panties. The girls continued kissing, making out, their hands working hard.

“It’s…it’s gonna get messy. Is that OK?” Sammy looked at Steph, watching as the older girl nodded her head in understanding. She squeezed Steph’s load hard, manipulating some of the shit out of the leg holes. Sammy worked it with her palms, rubbing the shit over the back of Steph’s panties, back and forth, squeezing, smearing. She reached back into Steph’s undies, replenishing the load in her hand. Sammy brought it around the front and rubbed between Steph’s legs, smearing shit now over the front of her panties. Steph moaned softly, breathing harder and harder, her novice hands still playing with Sammy’s loaded panties. Sammy ran her hands all over Steph’s lower body, across her thighs, her ass cheeks, over her pussy…shit was smearing everywhere, the aromatic scent wafting over both girls.

“Get on your hands and knees like before.” Sammy worked on instinct. She’s had plenty of experience with girls, but nothing remotely like this. This was new. This was radical. This was perfect. Everything felt right, as if some pre-determined force was guiding her hand, shaping her every move. Steph was on all fours as Sammy knelt behind her, pulling her panties down to about mid-thigh. Sammy stared at the site before her. Steph was leaning all the way down, her ass arched high in the air. Shit was plastered up her crack and over her cheeks. Sammy could see it down the inside of her thighs, naughty finger paint giving away their filthy deeds. She grabbed Steph’s cheeks and spread them, sticky shit making sounds as her beautiful bottom spread open.

Sammy spit on Steph’s asshole, watching as it tightened up. She lowered her tongue, letting it hang all the way out of her mouth as she took a long, seductive lick from the bottom of Steph’s pussy to the top of her crack. She repeated the process, watching as Steph’s hand went to her clit.
Sammy sucked on Steph’s crack, tasting her sweat, her powerful, thick shit…she was in heaven. This was it, eating her lover’s shit. It couldn’t get better. So perfect. Tonight had been so perfect. Steph squeezed a soft fart out, sighing with pleasure as it bubbled in the slimy, spitty shit covering her asshole. Sammy felt the hot air slide down her throat as she swallowed, tasting Steph’s shitty fart. She buried her face as far in Steph’s ass as she could go, her tongue snaking it, sliding into Steph’s tight asshole. She could sense Steph’s sexual tension building, could feel her body preparing to spring forth.

Sammy pulled her face out of Steph’s ass and pulled her panties back up. “Let’s try this. You’ll like it.” She scooted up towards Steph, both girls on their side. They spread their legs and placed their panty-covered pussies against each other. Both girls could feel the incredible heat emitting from between their legs, the moisture radiating on each other’s pussies. “Piss on me.” Sammy pressed hard into Steph’s pussy, feeling her lips spread slightly. She was sopping wet, slippery cum coating her panties. Sammy started grinding her hips, started fucking Steph’s pussy as soon as she felt the hot piss spurting over her bald lips. She started peeing as well, feeling it flow out of her, across both of their pussies, puddling with Steph’s piss beneath them. Harder and harder they scissored each other, fucking, grinding. Steph was screaming now, her voice echoing in the woods and backyards surrounding Sammy’s home. Sammy pulled her panties to the side, directing her stream directly onto Sammy’s pussy, her piss flooding her labia, cleaning it, dripping through the cracks in the deck.

Sammy gave one final thrust against Steph as her body exploded. She screamed too, joining in Steph’s erotic night chorus. They both collapsed down, unable to catch their breaths, slowly crawling apart. Sammy’s legs were trembling, her ears pulsing with blood. It happened. This just really happened. This HAPPENED! She looked over at Steph, whose eyes were closed. Steph tried to say something but mumbled incoherently. She laughed. Not a laugh at anything funny, but one of relief. A sexual barrier had been breached. She felt good. Incredible. Amazing. Acutely aware of her sexual feelings. She felt alive.

Sammy slowly started to stand up, holding onto the railing of the deck to maintain balance. “Well, umm. That was interesting.” She looked down at Steph, watching as she lazily ran her hand over her pussy, rubbing gently.
“Yeah…wow. So I take it that’s what you wanted to tell me? That you like doing that too? Cuz it’s quite obvious you’re no rookie at this!” Steph looked up at Sammy, smiling broadly.

No Sammy that’s not it! Tell her the truth! Tell her that this wasn’t just some drunken tryst! Tell her that this wasn’t just two horny girls fooling around. This meant something. Tell her you love her! Tell her Sammy! “Uhh…no…I mean, yeah. Yeah, that’s what…that’s what I was going to tell you.” Fuck Sammy! FUCK! This was your chance!

Steph stood up and walked over to Sammy, giggling as she surveyed her friend. Shit was caked across her lips and lower face, down her neck, all over between her legs. Steph kissed her on the forehead. “You’ll have to forgive me for not kissing you just yet.” She took Sammy’s hand in hers and smiled. “Well, I guess I owe you. And we definitely need to shower…sooo…wanna head inside?” Sammy nodded her head and walked slowly with Steph. She was as furious at herself as she’d ever been, but she needed this.

Tonight had been perfect. The weekend was only just starting.

[Narada]

Sammy 6 outline

Unfortunately, the next chapter of Sammy only exists in outline form:

Shower scene (traditional sex)

Dream (cop arresting in the desert…panty poop both
girls…sex)

Wake up, Sammy has to babysit - leaves house


Steph watches video of Sammy in cheerleading outfit (pees self, masturbates)

Sammy daydream (picnic with Steph on a hill, both panty poop)

Steph suggests amateur contest at strip club – perform to
lady gaga, win contest

Stop at store - buy chocolate syrup, whipped cream - public pee


Have sex at Sammy’s house on kitchen floor

Go upstairs, poop panties together, try new ideas about panty pooping


Masturbate with each other

Steph confronts Sammy about feelings, unsure of self…