Greetings and thanks for checking out my stories. This is my first submission and it is a work in progress. My work is entirely fiction and intended as adult entertainment. If you are under-aged, please exit this site. I don't include children in my erotic work and I don't write for children. R/S
February 16, 2009
Rose was having great difficulty staying focused in her biology class. The teacher was one of those artifacts in the educational system who seems to be a permanent fixture. Rose imagined that old Mrs. Garner was teaching the same class during her grandmother's school years. She felt a giggle escape when this thought popped into her head. Judy, the cute black girl sitting across from her glanced her way with a quizzical look. Rose shook her head to convey that the giggle was meaningless. Rose continued to gaze at Judy, though she had returned her attention to the incomprehensible drone of Mrs. Garner lecture. Rose had known Judy for over 10 years. They had attended the same schools throughout their childhood and teenage years. She had long been aware of a peculiar fascination she held for Judy. It was a feeling that Rose had tried to dismiss as innocent curiosity, though recently she wondered if this was her brain or her heart speaking. Growing up in a strict religious home, Rose had suffered the typical lack of sexual enlightenment from her parents. The word "sex" had scarcely been heard in her home, except for the vague explanation of "what you should expect on your honeymoon" speech from her mother. This lack of information had only served to magnify Rose's curiosity on the subject. Her parents were scholars and both had achieved advanced degrees in their chosen fields. Rose had inherited this intelligence and motivation for learning. She did not, however share her parents prohibitive few of sex and bodily functions. On the contrary, Rose discovered that she was irresistibly drawn to all things sexual. She found herself continually horny. She spent hours at the library perusing the available reference materials on the subject. When the Internet became available in her school, Rose utilized the library's computer in her searches. However, she soon found that her searches were very limited due to the library's censorship policies and practices. This discovery greatly enraged Rose and only made her more determined to continue her quest. She was familiar with the basics of sex. Through her research, Rose had the general concepts of intercourse, oral sex, and what the experts considered to be the most successful way to achieve orgasm in the shortest time. She felt she had as much book knowledge on the subject as anyone. She had climaxed many time by masturbating in the privacy of her bed and sometimes while taking a shower. Following an orgasm, Rose experienced a brief period of satisfying relaxation. This would only last a few minutes, however, before the intense urges returned. What concerned Rose the most about these insatiable longings was that they became most powerful when she was around other girls. Her fantasies always involved females. When she first began touching herself sexually, she found that she could not become aroused if the subject of her fantasies was male. At the time, she was too young to perceive the implications of this. In recent years, however, Rose had began to wonder if she was a lesbian. Her upbringing had placed very definite taboos on this lifestyle. Her ambiguity concerning sex and dating had no doubt contributed to the fact that she was still a virgin at 19. Though she had felt no attraction to the opposite sex, Rose believed that her sexual urges were stronger than the typical teenage girl. Otherwise, why would her inclination to pursue knowledge on the subject have become an obsession? Rose was familiar with the "locker room talk" when she was attending high school. Most of the girls would be chatting about guys who were "hot" and how they hoped so and so would ask them to the dance. She had never felt a part of the group. Rose recalled that while these conversations were going on, she would be watching with interest but not because of the topic. She had been gazing at the others girls as they dressed and undressed. When one of them was describing how her boyfriend had kissed her or touched her, Rose had sometimes imagined herself as the boy. It occurred to her that this was probably unusual and at times she felt embarrassed about her thoughts. There had been a few occasions when she had been caught while watching other girls. Once she had noticed a beautiful Hispanic girl named Marcie, as she sat in one of the toilet stalls. Marcie apparently was experiencing some difficulty in her efforts. Rose stood in a shower stall and watched her as she periodically grimaced and uttered grunts and moans that to Rose sounded more like sounds of ecstasy than pain. This was the first time she had witnessed another person engaged in such a personal act since bathroom behavior at home had always been extremely private. In fact, Rose found the girl's presence on the toilet somewhat remarkable, since girls as a rule were very shy about the act of pooping in a public place. She was so enthralled by the display that she failed to notice that Marcie had began returning her gaze. Rose looked quickly away, then hurried from the room. She felt her face grow hot and her heart pound as she made her way down the hallway from the girls gym. She felt totally humiliated but also extremely horny! She realized that if word got out about the incident, she wouldn't hear the end of it. School life would be even more hellish than it had been previously. To her knowledge, Rose's sexual preferences were not yet part of the grapevine of school gossip. Her classmates suspecting that she was a lesbian was something that she could conceivably live with. However, Rose felt certain than this recent incident far surpassed the realm of acceptable behavior among her peers. During the remainder of the day she continually replayed the event. Though she remained embarrassed, a peculiar fact begin to emerge concerning Marcie's reaction. Her expression as she met Rose's gaze hadn't conveyed anger or disgust, which one might expect. It occurred to Rose that her own shocked embarrassment had temporarily blinded her to the fact that Marcie had been smiling at her. In fact, the more Rose contemplated this, it seemed to her than the smile had seemed almost flirtatious. This realization caused Rose's heart to began pounding again but for a totally different reason.
The Marcie incident became another piece of reality that added substance to Rose's erotic fantasies. The scenarios which she imagined during her self-pleasuring sessions changed substantially. As she touched herself, she would visualize a girl, sometimes with Marcie's face, but not always. The girl would be sitting on a toilet making exaggerated grunting noises while in the act of defecating. Rose imagined herself watching the girl, unseen, though in close proximity. In the fantasy, Rose approached the girl, drawing close enough to touch her. Some of Rose's dreams were similar in nature. During these, the faces changed places. The girl on the toilet was often Rose, while the one in hiding became that person. Soon it became very difficult for Rose to have an orgasm without visualizing this fantasy or something similar. She was perplexed about this, particularly since she had not been familiar with the idea of sex and anything associated with the act of using the toilet. She had seen no references to it in her research on the computer. What was it about this solitary visual that touched on Rose's primal urges to such an extent? Nothing had even come close. It both concerned her and fascinated her. One evening while she was using the bathroom at home, she found herself reaching between her legs while on the toilet and touching a piece of firm shit as it pushed out of her. She grasped it with her hand and brought it out to the light. Without thinking much about it, she brought it to her mouth and touched it with her lips. She thought that, if it weren't for the fact that it was her shit, she would like the way it felt. It was very warm and soft, kind of like the clay she sometimes worked with in her art class. She was intentionally trying not to smell it, since she was aware that the odor was disagreeable and she knew that things often tasted much different from the way they smelled. She loved vegetables when her mother cooked them in the steamer but they smelled awful, Rose recalled. Keeping this in mind, she carefully placed her tongue against it and held it for a moment. As Rose, suspected, the taste was far from what the smell conveyed. In fact she rather liked it. It was a green, earthy taste that produced a sense of nostalgia in Rose. This feeling was followed by an intense warmth and euphoria so pleasurable that an involuntary whimper escaped from her lips. She began to lick the brown log, cautiously at first, then with greater fervor. With each taste, her ecstasy increased, until she was scarcely aware of her surroundings. At some point, she ceased using her tongue and began biting off pieces with her teeth, chewing and swallowing each mouthful with the enthusiasm of someone devouring a delectable piece of chocolate. Suddenly she was empty handed. She had eaten the entire piece of shit! Rose felt as if someone else had been in control of her actions. It was like she had been dreaming during the past few moments. She clearly remembered coming into the bathroom, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them and her panties down. She vaguely recalled beginning her bowel movement. At this point, Rose had seemed to move outside of her body. It was as if another part of her had assumed control. It was this other Rose that had performed the disgusting acts of which she was only vaguely aware. As if in a trance, Rose stood and pulled up her jeans. She moved slowly to the mirror and gazed in disbelief at her reflection. A chocolate covered smear coated her lips and surrounded her mouth. She drew closer to the image and saw that her teeth were no longer white. They were the same color as her lips and Rose saw tiny chunks like brown corn, stuck between them. How could this be her reflection? She was looking into the eyes of a depraved creature who bore very little resemblance to the teenage girl that everyone knew as Rose. Suddenly she was reminded of a story she read about a group of boys who had been stranded on an island. After being separated from civilization for awhile, the boys began to behave more like animals than humans. The author hadn't included shit eating as part of the boys regression but Rose would have found the story more interesting if he had. She realized that she had become horny while thinking about her version of the story. What was wrong with her? It occurred to her that she had been in such a daze, she had pulled up her jeans without wiping. This didn't astonish her as much as realizing that she was getting wet thinking about the crack of her ass being dirty. It was the nastiness that she found such a turn on. The "old" Rose was apparently being submerged, as "new" Rose was surfacing. It was the only way she could rationalize what was happening. Rose had always been highly sexual, physically and mentally. As long as she could remember, however, this part of her had been stifled by her parents attitudes. Rose knew enough about psychology to realize that this kind of suppressive upbringing could make crazy kids. It was what the experts thought caused multiple personalities. Rose often felt like she different personalities.
Her sexual fantasies often focused on toilet behavior but she had never considered eating her own shit! She thought, "what would it be like to taste another girl's shit?" This thought began to make her very horny and she wondered about ways to make it happen. Marcie had continued to be the subject of many of Rose's fantasies. The incident at school led Rose to believe Marcie might be attracted to girls. She considered some ways that she might explore this possibility. It was the first time that Rose had considered implementing a plan to bring about one of her fantasies and she was terrified but very excited.