#people can draw self indulgently if they want...be...free (blood pouring out of my mouth)

[kira-kui-n]

i luv ranni the witch computer show me pictures of ranni the witchoueeghh this isnt ranni the witch these are pictures of. someone else !

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31 Days of Wayhaven, Day 26

Prompt: Past Rating: G, mentions of long ago off-screen death Words: 3,018 Characters: Bjorn EcklundCameron Buchanan, Marle Starling, Agent Fiona Note: This is the most self-indulgent little fic I’ve written this month, purely because Cam’s faceclaim is the same as a character that I killed off, then later decided to resurrect as a bigger role, then ultimately set aside on a shelf and I had a mighty need to bring him back as a cameo here.  This, of course, meant that I needed to bring my small witchy Marle in as a cameo, seeing as she is the Thelma to Fiona’s (courtesy of @asaucyginger ) Louise (or is that the other way around?)

For the @31daysofwayhaven event.

Wayhaven, Cam discovered, was a quaint little seaside town that had charmed him the moment he stepped out of the car and looked over the docks.  Closing his eyes, he felt the pull of the sea, the feeling still gentle and welcoming yet with an industrious air to it as if the waves had many things to do and very little time to do them in.

He and Penny walked hand in hand to the nearby historical home turned Bed & Breakfast where they were planning on staying the weekend, Penny pointing out a few shops she wanted to check out while they were there from her phone.  Apparently the Mayor of the town was trying to make this a tourist destination and had revamped the single webpage from what looked to be self-taught HTML into a more appealing site since the last time Cam had curiously checked it out.  

He paused on the front porch, Penny already entering to check them in.  As much as he enjoyed an opportunity to be alone with Penny, Wayhaven was Unit Bravo’s home turf now, and it felt like stepping on their toes to be in town for Agency work.  As part of their demotion to Unit Delta, Cam’s team had been given administrative fieldwork detail that was usually done by new recruits or lower level clearance units.  Nicky had been insulted, muttering all manner of foul things under his breath as he took over the more clerical type jobs, and Penny had been irked at being given menial tasks that wouldn’t even challenge green field agents, but Cam had accepted their fate with more grace.

For example, this job that had brought them into Bravo’s new backyard.  There was a green witch who had newly decided to not only make her home in town, but to open up shop.  This wasn’t unusual for her, if her file was anything to go by.  She followed Agency protocols for business owners to the letter and had a superior rating in every inspection her shop underwent.  By all means, Marle Starling was a model supernatural citizen and this initial inspection of her new shop would be a formality.  The only negative mark on her record was the fact that she was close friends with Agent Fiona, which only proved to Cam that even the straightest laced and professional people had need of a little chaos every now and again.

Turning to the front door, Cam joined Penny in getting their things situated into their room before heading out.  The town was small and the weather pleasant enough that they both decided to walk to the shop.

Penny had gotten distracted at the sight of a cute little flower shop, so Cam opened the door to Tea and Tarot by himself, the gentle chime of bells above the door welcoming him in.  The shop was small, but decorated in a way that made it seem cozy instead of cramped.  There was enough room for several tables for patrons to enjoy their tea and Cam’s eyes flicked over to the till where there were advertisements for various teas ranging from High Tea to Afternoon Tea and even a birthday party tea.  The counter featured a display case with a few baked items, signs advertising that many had come from Haley’s Bakery downtown, but there were a few scones and other treats that were made in-house.  The lemon bars in particular proudly displayed a House Specialty! sign next to them.  Even the large chalkboard with the various teas available written on them was pleasant to the eye, said teas charmingly organized in large glass canisters both behind the counter and on top of it for easy viewing.

Greenery from plants hanging at the ceiling crept along the white painted brick walls, and there was a back alcove with a Tarot Readings Here sign hanging over heavy green velvet drapes that when closed, would give both the reader and the person asking for a reading privacy.  All in all, it was a peaceful, charming little shop.

“Hello!  I’ll be with you in a moment!”  Cam waited as a petite woman with dark brown hair done up in a Dutch braid emerged from a back storeroom, wiping her hands on a towel.  She wore a cheery looking mustard colored dress with bees and flowers printed on it and looked exactly the way he imagined an owner of such an establishment would look.  “Good afternoon, sorry for the wait.  How may I…”  Cam watched as she looked up at him, all the blood draining from her face and the towel falling from limp fingers.

“Are you alright?” he asked in concern, stepping forward and holding out a hand when he saw her sway forward, her own hand shooting out to catch herself on the countertop next to her.  “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

She blinked and cleared her throat.  “Sorry,” she said, putting a shaking hand to her throat.  “For a moment there, you reminded me of someone I knew.”

“Do you need to sit down?”  Cam pulled out a chair and offered it to her.  

She laughed.  “No, I’m fine.  Thank you for your concern though.”  She tilted her head.  “Well, seeing as you’re not the person I thought you were, I haven’t seen you in these parts.  Marle Starling, proprietor.”

Seeing that the shop was empty, Cam decided to forgo the usual pretend to be a normal human niceties.  “Commanding Agent Cameron Buchanan.”

Her brow arched.  “Ah.  I was wondering when the Agency was going to send an inspector.  Yet I wasn’t expecting them to send one of their unit leaders to do a clerk’s job.”

He shrugged.  “Long story.  May I have a look around?”  He held up his phone, showing her the inspection document he had pulled up.

“Please, be my guest.  Would you like a cup of tea while you work?”  Marle moved behind the counter and flicked on an electric tea kettle.

“No thank you.”  Cam began his report, watching out of the corner of his eye as Marle pulled a small French press out from behind the counter and filled it with one of the blends she had in stock.  “So, green witch?  Have you done any work in town?”

“Not directly.”  She added a large dollop of honey into a ceramic mug shaped like a honeycomb, complete with a cheerful looking bee sitting on top of the handle.  “I carry teas to soothe colds, unstuff sinuses, and help people fall asleep, but selling such remedies isn’t outlawed.  My beeswax balms for chapped hands and lips are made from the same formulas that you would find anywhere else, even if the herbs and flowers used in the making are of better quality.”  The kettle gave a beep as it reached temperature and she poured the contents into the French press, Cameron watching as the tea swirled to life inside the glass, tinting the water with a faint yellowish red color.

“You stock your own honey?” He pitched his voice to be heard as he wandered into the back stockroom Marle had come out of, making note of the local Health Department approved sink and kitchen area.  Something had just finished baking in the industrial oven and the smell made Cam’s stomach rumble.

“Harvested fresh from my bees in my backyard.”

He came out in time to see Marle sitting at one of the tables, her face in her hands as she tried to catch her breath.  He hung back long enough until she was composed before making enough noise to let her know that he was back in the front.  “And your readings?”

“Standard tarot readings, nothing magical about them.  I also do rune readings, though I haven’t gotten much interest in them.  People tend to stick with ways of divination that they’re familiar with.”

“Well,” Cam finished the incredibly brief inspection report.  “I can confidently say that your establishment passes all Agency requirements.  Unless you have any questions, I think I’m done here.”

Marle’s eyes grew large.  “Wait!  Are you sure you can’t stay for a cup of tea?  Perhaps something to eat?”

He smiled as he shook his head.  “I’m afraid not.  I’m meeting up with my fiancée and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”  He winked.  “Besides, I wouldn’t think that you’d want to spend more time with a person that looks like someone that clearly upset you.”

Marle opened her mouth, color rising to her cheeks.  “No, I wasn’t upset.”  She clasped her hands together, her thumb rubbing against her fingers.  “You caught me by surprise is all.  I haven’t seen the man you look like in a long time.” Her eyes went down to the table’s surface.  “A very long time.”

Both of them turned towards the front door when the chimes signaled another patron.  “Pour us a cup, Mar,” the woman said, unwrapping a scarf from her hair, the bright red curls bouncing around her shoulders once they were free.  “And add some extra sugar in.  Du Pain in My Ass Mortain fucked up my ribs something awful just now and it irks me that we ended in a draw this round.”

Marle rose from her seat and went behind the counter again.  “Fiona, we have a guest.”

The woman, who was slightly shorter than Marle, smirked.  “No you don’t.  Agent Buchanan.”

He nodded.  “Agent Fiona.” 

Fiona, uncharacteristically narrowed her eyes at him.  “Are you done with Agency business, selkie man?”

The hard tone of her voice was one he’d never heard before, especially since the handful of times they’d interacted had been light and flirty.  “I am.”

“Then get out.”  She flashed him a smile that was too full of pointed teeth.  “Please.” 

The protective way that Fiona rounded the table until she put herself between Marle and himself made him wonder what was going on.  “Have a good evening.  It was nice meeting you, Marle.”

“Likewise.” 

Cam left the shop feeling oddly out of sorts from the strange encounter, but his spirits lifted when he saw Penny sitting at a nearby bench.  He was about to make his way towards her when he heard Marle call out to him.  “I’m sorry about Fiona,” she said in a rush, holding a white waxed paper bag out.  “She’s a little prickly when she comes back from a -”

“An unofficial brawl with Agent Adam du Mortain?”  He held up a hand.  “Trust me, those fights aren’t as secret as the two of them would like to think.  And don’t worry, I don’t take offence.”

She let out a breath.  “Good.  Here, for you and your fiancée.”  She pressed the bag into his hands.  “Lemon bars.  They’re my signature treat.”

There was a strange prickle of magic as their fingers brushed together.  Cam frowned as the hopeful look in her eye faded and her mouth turned sadly downward.  “I thought you said you didn’t practice on people,” he murmured.

“Sorry, I sensed you had a headache and I didn’t say a word about practicing on Agents,” she countered.  Her eyes flicked to a point behind his shoulder.  “I take it that she’s your wife to-be?”

Cam didn’t need to look behind him to know that Penny was making her way towards them.  After so long together, he could easily sense her presence.  “She is.”

Marle looked up at him.  “And you’re happy?”

There was zero hesitation.  “I am.  Happier than I’ve been in a long time.”

She closed her eyes and smiled, her lips trembling the faintest bit.  “Good.”  She opened her eyes and Cam was surprised to see a sheen of tears when she looked up at him next.  “I wish the two of you many more years of happiness to come.”  Just as Penny walked up to them, Marle backed away, slowly turning and entering her shop again.

“That was...odd,” Cam said, watching as the Open sign on the door slowly turned to Closed.

“Did you get the inspection done?” Penny asked.

“I did.”  Shaking his head, which he only then realized that the faint ache that had lingered for most of the afternoon was magically gone, he held up the bag in his hand.  “Hungry?  I heard these lemon bars are a house special.”

-

Marle stood at the door to her shop and watched the couple walk away, the blonde woman threading her arm through Cam’s and resting her head on his shoulder as they went.  She couldn’t help the shuddering breath that escaped her as she locked the door and turned off the lights, leaving the main area dark save for the soft glow of white fairy lights strung around the perimeter of the room.

“Here,” Fiona said, handing Marle her mug. 

“There’s bourbon in this,” Marle told her, taking a sniff.  “Way more than a shot too.”

“I figured you needed it.”  Fiona gently put her hand on her friend’s shoulder.  “That wasn’t him.”

“I know it wasn’t.”  Marle made her way back to one of the tables and sat down.  “Though, gods, at first I thought it was.”

“He does bear a striking resemblance.”  Fiona puttered behind the counter and made herself a cup of tea, adding a liberal amount of booze from the flask in her pocket.  Before joining Marle at the table, she slid open the bakery display and grabbed the plate of triple chocolate brownies that were still warm from the oven.  “But he isn’t Bjorn.”

Marle twisted her fingers together.  “I thought, maybe, that there may have been a chance…”

“Oh, honey, you didn’t.”

“I was smart enough to whisk his headache away so he didn’t know I was reading him for any other enchantment, maybe something that had caused memory loss.”

The plate of brownies and mug went down on the table with a clatter before Fiona pulled her chair close to Marle’s and took her hands in her own.  “Your husband has been dead for over eighty years.  His ship capsized in a storm and there were no survivors.”

“They never recovered a body.”

Fiona’s fingers squeezed.  “And the two of us never recovered one either.  I thought that you’d…”

Marle pulled her hands away.  “What?  Accepted my husband’s death?”  She closed her eyes and took a breath.  “I had.  It’s just...when I saw Cameron walk into my shop, wearing the same types of sweater that my husband liked to wear and looking just like him…”  She stopped to wipe at her cheek. “I had this hope that maybe, just maybe the impossible had happened.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”  She sniffled and scrubbed at her eyes.  “He’s been gone for eighty years, but I miss him.  I miss him every day.  Today was exceptionally hard, but to have even the briefest of moments where my Bjorn was brought back to me…”

She didn’t fight it when Fiona’s arms wrapped around her.  “I’d hoped that you never had a reason to meet him,” she said, smoothing her friend’s hair as she cried.  “He’s a good man, clever and polite when it comes to dealing with the fey, but I wanted to spare you the heartache when I realized he was the spitting image.”  She pressed a brief kiss against the crown of Marle’s head.  “I’m sorry, m’dear.  Even if you’re not.”

“Thanks, Fee.”  Marle moved away and used the towel Fiona had thought to bring with her to wipe at her eyes.  Looking up at the ceiling, she let out a heavy sigh.  “The only thing I’m sorry is that you decided to be friends with a woman prone to weeping.”

Fiona looked at her for a moment.  People processed grief differently, and for someone who was for all intents immortal unless burned at the stake for being a witch - a practice that Fiona was glad to see fall out of favor, by the way - Marle had a great deal of time to carry the weight of her grief until she decided it was time to let it and her departed husband rest.  She herself was no stranger to grief, she’d gained and lost a number of loves in her long lifetime and wagered that she would gain and lose a handful more before she was done having fun in this world.

“Please.  You’re the one who thought it would be wise to befriend me.”  Reaching over, she pulled the plate of brownies closer to them.  “But I know what will lift your spirits?”

Marle looked at her friend.  “Does it involve eating that entire platter of brownies and getting wasted on whatever you have in that flask of yours?”

“You know me too well.”  She picked one of the brownies up and took a bite, closing her eyes at the flavor.  If it was ever determined that she had one, Fiona would gladly sell her soul for a lifetime supply of these brownies.  They were better than anything else she had ever eaten.  They were better than anything else she had ever attempted to make herself.  They were better than sex. 

Okay, so that was up for review.  It depended on the partner.  The fact of the matter was that Marle’s brownies were damn good and she sold them at a shockingly cheap price to people who had better appreciate what they were eating.

“So what do you say?  Let’s get shitfaced and sugar buzzed?”  She hoped that it would be distraction enough to keep Marle from being upset all evening.

Marle picked up her mug and lifted it towards Fiona, who picked up her own mug and carefully touched it with a clink of ceramic.  “Best idea of the day.”

“Hey now, you haven’t even heard my idea to use the fairy door I’ve got stashed somewhere to head to the all-male sauna in Finland.  The locals know me by name.”

That made Marle snort into her tea.  “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”

“Hey, a girl knows how to have a good time.”

“That you do.”  She reached out and squeezed Fiona’s hand.  “Thanks, Fee.”

She squeezed back.  “Any time.”

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The Assignment

This is a chapter from one of my stories, it is bout 30k words, if you like I will post full storey

It was about 2am when the taxi pulled up at the house. Both girls got out. They were not drunk, but not sober either.

Elisa reached the door first, but it was locked. Turning to Leigha she said "It's locked where is Tess, she knows we were out clubbing tonight I told her."

"Stop panicking Eli, Tess is off tonight, I told you that this morning, I have the key." Unlocking the door and letting them in.

Kicking off her shoes in the hall Leigha announced, "I am going upstairs for a pee before I wet myself, then get in my PJ’s and come down for a night cap, what about you.?"

Smiling Elisa replied "Same, good plan", and darted up the stairs.

When she got back down the stairs in her PJ’s, Elisa was already there in a lace nighty making drinks.

Looking at Leigha in a tee shirt and shorts PJ’s set she winked and said “Nice but please don’t call me Eli unless you mean it, but your still nice.”

Looking intensely at Elisa, and ignoring the comment on Eli, she asked "Me or the PJ’s"

Handing over the drink Elisa said "Both"

The girls went to the lounge and flopped into the comfortable seats. They chatted about the night club and the men they flirted with and danced with, they talked about dancing together, and how crappy the DJ may have been.

Elisa suddenly got up came over to Leigha sat on her Lap and asked "Another?" shaking her glass. "Yes please" she replied "then we can talk play time"

Elisa got up "Fuck you, why do you spoil everything. This was nice, this was great and you ruin it by invading my privacy. You come into my home and despite everything I do, you still want to interrogate me?" And with that she fled from the room. Leigha could hear her footsteps on the stairs as Elisa ran to her room. Stunned all she could think was " Fuck fuck, what do I do now?"

Taking a few minutes to compose herself she got up and went to the kitchen, she poured a vodka and downed it. Then she made two more.

Taking the drinks, she headed upstairs. Arriving at Elisa's door, she knocked and waited. When the door didn't open, she knocked again and said "Elisa please open the door, I just want to know, that's all?"

Slowly the door opened. She entered the room, only to find Elisa standing aggressively at the bottom of her bed. “What do you want Leigha?”

Handing the drink to Elisa she said "Peace offering?"

Taking the drink Elisa spoke "Thanks" sipping the drink she proceeded with "Why are you pushing this Leigha? You are getting into something you don't want to know about.”

Leigha looked directly at her intently, and said "How do you know, I don't want to know, if you don't tell me. I like you, I enjoy time with you, I want to be around you, but every evening you shut me out and run away and hide. Why?"

"Why, because I like you too, and I don't want to draw you into this."

"Into what exactly Elisa, into this your room, into some love triangle or drug smuggling, I won't know till you tell me and I am a big girl I can handle it"

"Into me Leigha and my desires, you will get hurt, you don't want to be part of this"

Leigha was now very intrigued and a little turned on by the intensity of the situation, the alcohol was warming her blood and increasing her courage.

Stepping closer to Elisa, she reached out and moved the lock of hair from Elisa's face and said "Tell me, what is playtime?"

Leigha could see the softening in Elisa's stance, her cheeks went red and she dropped her head, and mumble "Playtime for me is, dirty sex"

Leigha laughed "Dirty sex, Elisa is not unusual, all women like a little dirty, rough sex, now and then. Jesus, I had dirty sex with men before. I fact I had lots of dirty sex with men, and sometimes in dirty places.!"

Elisa lifted her face and there were tears on her cheeks, "Not that type of dirty sex Leigha, playtime for me is dirty and sex, and usually with myself."

Looking at the pained scared expression on Elisa's face, she knew it was more than she was understanding, and replied "Sorry but I am confused, can you please explain a bit better?"

The tears were flowing from Elisa's face, she was visibly distraught "Ok, but before I tell you, I want you to know that I have never told anyone this, only Tess knows, and I will not blame you if you leave when I am finished, but if you do then I will have lost something special!”

"OK Elisa, spit it out, please, you are making me anxious!"

"Playtime for me involves sex and .... " the tears flowed again as she stumbled over her words "and err I well hum, I well, I go in my pants, I soil whatever I am wearing as I masturbate. “Everything gets dirty, my clothes, the bed covering, or sofa covering, everything and I well I ohm err, I enjoy it...... you stopped my enjoyment this week, hence my stroppy evenings as I could not do it with you here. You interfered with my self-indulgence, so that's it playtime in a nutshell".

Leigha saw the scared innocence in Elisa's face as the tears still rolled down her face, her beautiful face. She realises that this was probably one of those pivotal life changing moments that people sometimes have with strangers. He first reaction was to run, run away fast. But her feet wouldn't move. Her brain was processing everything very quickly, and the intensity of Elisa's eyes held her fast.

She worked in the escort industry, she had heard of scat before, but never had it put in front of her.

Her brain was still processing and she became aware that this was a little exciting. She was not sure if the excitement came from Elisa, the thought of what she did for fun or the dangerousness of the situation. Then the big realisation hit her, after all these years and all her dalliances and lovers, she was actually falling for Elisa, and her honesty toward Leigha had just sealed Leigh's faith.

Still looking at Elisa, she saw her scared look change as she softly spoke "You haven't ran?"

Leigha brain kicked in. She stepped right into Elisa, so close that their bodies were almost touching, she put her hands so Lisa's cheeks wiped the tear away, leaned in and kissed her on the lips, pulling back she looked at Elisa's startled face and said "Teach me?"

Elisa's startled response was simple "What"

"I want you to teach me now how to enjoy messing myself, dirtying myself, shitting myself and having sex at the same time, will be good?"

Elisa was shocked and mumbled "Do you need to go?"

Her brain now functioning she replied "I don't think this is the time or place to discuss my bowel habits, do you need to go, if you do then show me, teach me?"

"For your information, I was holding mine for two days, hoping I could wait until tomorrow, until you left Leigha?"

Leigha smiled, kissed her again and said "This could get interesting, show me? Pretend its tomorrow my darling Eli, show me what I have never seen before!"

Elisa didn't wait for a second invite, she passionately kissed her, long and hard, with tongue. The tongue massaging and caressing the whole of Leigh's mouth. Slowly she put her hand up Leigh's tee shirt massaging her breasts lovingly, she pulled the tee shirt up over the breasts, and lowering her head she took one nipple in her mouth slowly and carefully. Leigha groaned with enjoyment. Elisa’s hand, now free, moved down across the tummy slowly caressing, then she slowly pushed the hand inside the PJ bottoms and panties, where it found its way to Leigh's mound where it, in a circular motion, carcasses the mound, as the girl groaned and moaned. The fingers of the massaging hand then slowly and delicately parted the lips, where the fingers found her sex and sent multiple streams of pleasure through her body. This lead to the first orgasm, and while not huge, it was enough to send a rush of cum into her panties, wetting them and her PJ’s.

It was this sex juice the Elisa now used, with her fingers to rub over her bum hole. Slowly but deliberately putting increasingly more pressure on the hole, until the finger slowly, and with a huge groan from Leigha, entered her bum.

To Elisa surprise there was little resistance but the bum was full. Her fingers delved deep into poop and lots of it. Leigha would definitely need to go soon, and it would be large and messy. The notion of what she was doing to Leigha, caused a mini orgasm in Eli’s pants, which were now completely soaked with excitement.

Slowly she moved her finger in and out of Leigha, and then simultaneously she put a finger in her other wet her fanny, all the while Leigha groans grew louder, as her nails dig into Elisa, where she was holding her.

Then Elisa perceived the change in Leigha, a change that she had learned about herself years earlier, it was the slight easing of the sphincter and a releasing of the rectum. Leigha poop wanted to go. She removed her finger slowly from her bum and took them outside the panties but continued to massage the clit. She found Leigha tensing as she whimpered and repeating over "I need to go" to which was replied "Then go Missy"

Elisa felt a slight tensing in Leigh's frame, and then suddenly she felt a slight movement in her panties, sliding her hand further round to the bum where she could feel a tenting effect starting.

Taking her hand back and continuing to work on the clit, she felt Leigh's body tensing increasingly for orgasm when suddenly Leigh's bottom gave up the fight and its contents, and completely filled Leigh's underwear.

It was this emptying of the bottom, that created the massive orgasm that literally buckled Leigh's knees, Elisa was just fast enough to grab her and support her as she screamed in the delight of orgasm.

Slowly she lowered Leigha to the ground. She hadn't fainted but just in an orgasmic stupor.

This only intensified as Elisa let her slide down onto the floor, and the pressure of her body as the hard and semi hard contents of her panties, pressed hard against her bottom and moving vey sexually along her clit as it found and filled every space within her undies and PJ's. This sensation of mushing sent Leigha into another orgasmic spin and this time the orgasm caused her to pass out.

When she opened her eyes Leigha, found herself sitting on the floor, supported by Elisa, who was very gently running her hands through hair and saying there, there my love, everything is ok.

Looking at Elisa she was about to speak, when she became very aware of a strange warm feeling lower down. She was sitting on the floor in her PJ’s and pants which were very full. She could feel it everywhere.

Finding her voice, she spoke "I think I might have had a little accident Eli"

"I think you might have had a large accident, are you ok” she replied.

"Hell yes, I never had, an explosive of an orgasm like that before"

She leaned in and kissed Elisa hard, leaning over toward her more, she felt the peculiar feeling of her full panties moving, which made her horny again. “That was better than anything I ever experienced before, but I think I might be very dirty”

She continued to kiss Elisa as her hand made its way up her leg under Elisa night shirt and to her mound. She was almost shocked to find her panties were soaking, almost like she came in them. Then looking directly at Elisa, she said, "Me making a mess in my pants made you cum didn't it"

Elisa replied without pause, “No you fully loading your PJ’s and pants with shit while fainting to the orgasm, and having a second orgasm while you sat in it made me cum…. that’s my excuse and its true!”

Leigha laughed aloud “Good point, but I think I need a shower, I think I am starting to smell!”

Elisa Stood up and replied “I am happy to shower you, it’s now my turn”

Taking Leigha’s hand she helped her up, as they passed the bed instead of heading for the ensuite she pushed her toward the bed, startled, Leigha said “I need a shower”, to which Elisa replied “That’s what I am doing, taking you for a ‘shower’ my dear.”

Leigha fell onto the bed, squishing the load in her panties even more, and making her even more horny. She was struggling to understand what El was doing, until the moment she was pulled up the bed, her dirty bum leaving a streak on the sheets. Eli then straddled her, and said quite directly “Shower time”

Comprehension dawned on Leigha, shower time meant golden shower. This was something that Leigha was familiar with and didn’t mind, and in this case with a beautiful woman, she was more than open to it, and not letting on she understood she replied “please, I need a shower ‘badly��”.

Not waiting for any other comment, Eli ground her mound into Leigh's and opened the flood gates. The hot water forcing against her clitoris, and then running down her dirty fanny and pooling around her very messy bum, cause her to mini orgasm, adding her own sex juices to the unmitigated mess in her panties, and on the bed, but she was so caught up in the sex and the moment she ignored all these senses. It was only after she realised that she had come, but the hot liquid was still flowing, and it wasn’t Elisa’s, and a further sexual shock ran through her body as she realised she was wetting herself in Elisa’s bed. Trying to get up she exclaimed “I a wetting myself and your bed Eli, please let me up”, but Elisa just pushed her back down, she then grabbed Leigh's hand, she placed it on her mound, and quite gently she made her open her hand, taking Leigh's thumb she made her put in into her own wet moist opening, then fanning out her fingers she put them on her own wet bum hole, and leaning down to kiss Leigha she whispered, I have held this for almost three days, and Leigha felt her Eli’s fanny tighten and push down, as she pushed hard. It was at this moment that she felt something push against her hand, then she realised, Eli was pooping, and like herself a large stiff poop emerged from her but hole, followed by and an explosion of soft hot semi solid poo, this under pressure, like her own, filed every available space, but there was so much that it pushed out the seams of the underwear, and started to escape the seems. At this point, Eli, ground down hard on Leigh's mound mushing her poop and Leigha poop together, all the time Leigh's finger was still inside her. Eli, lifted Leigh's leg over her shoulder allowing their fannies to meet, and they continued to grind against each other until both girls exploded in orgasm at the same time. Elisa flopped down on top of Leigha as she sprawled out on the bed exhausted. They lay like this for a few moments, until Leigha became aware of hot liquid running between her legs again, she was not sure if she was peeing herself or if Elisa was peeing herself on Leigh, but she really didn’t care, she had just been through the best night’s sex she ever had, she didn’t care that it was wet, dirty and completely antisocial, she didn’t care, she was coming down from a high.

The girls lay wrapped together for about twenty minutes, they were in post coital bliss, until Leigha suddenly became aware of the slight odour in the room.

Gently kissing Eli on the neck and rousing her, she said “Hey babe, it is starting to smell in here, I think we need to get up, clean up and shower”

Rousing, Elis got up, surveyed the bed and replied “Tess will clean up, lets shower, we can sleep in your room,” she then kissed Leigha on the cheek and headed for the shower.

Leigha watched as she left the room, her nightdress was filthy, she couldn’t even contemplate how dirty Elisa’s underwear was. Getting of the bed, she looked at the absolute mess they made of the sheets and the covers. She didn’t know where to start, looking around the room, she noticed herself in the full-length mirror on the door. Her t-shirt had poop stains on the bottom, but her bottoms were totally trashed, there was a big brown stain in the front, a very large poop stain, there was poop on her inner legs below the bottom of her shorts, turning around she surveyed the back of her bottoms, they were also thrashed. She had literally shit everywhere. She didn’t know what to think, but the overwhelming emotion coming through was that she just had the best two hours of sex ever, and she still had her clothes on. She just shrugged and headed for the shower, where Elisa was already starting to clean up. Peeling off her soiled clothes she dropped them on the floor, opened the shower door, and smiling happily at Elisa, she stepped in.

The girls cleaned each thoroughly, and Leigha enjoyed every minute of it. Then retired to the clean bedroom. Where after a little more loving they fell into a comfortable sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

© Darby Ryan