Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 21:00:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sally 34 <sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Abby's Little Shit Adventure

Abby's Little Shit Adventure
by Sally

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contains strong adult themes and you should read no
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Abby's Little Shit Adventure

Abby was 11 when she first truly discovered the
potential of her clit.  Sure, she had examined herself
a bit before then, but up until now had generally been
uninterested in her 'front bottom' as her mother coyly
referred to it.  She'd heard her older sister & her
friends talking about their 'buttons' and, being a
smart girl, had figured out that this was something
that could be used to bring 'funny feelings'.  Abby
had wasted no time that summer's afternoon in the
cool, dark attic in finding and playing with her
button, giving herself wave after wave of orgasm.
Although she sometimes played with herself in the
bathroom ('Abby - why are you taking so long?' - her
mother would shout) and in bed, it was in the attic,
with the sunbeams shining through the ventilation
bricks, illuminating the dancing dust motes that she
always associated with her best sexual experiences.

Abby was now the grand old age of 12 and this
particular afternoon, with her sister out, dad at work
and mom busy in the kitchen that she decided it was
time to 'visit the attic' - even thinking of it made
her bowels feel loose.

When she was thinking or even just bored, Abby had
this habit, that she knew was wrong, of touching her
bottom.  If she had been adult enough to know she
would have heard shrinks call it 'anal retention'.
She would reach down the waist band of her jeans or
shorts (she rarely wore skirts) and push the material
of her panties into her arse and poke with her
fingers.  This invariably left heavy skid marks on her
knickers and her poor mother, who did the washing, was
always upset by this, but never complained to Abby for
fear of giving her a psychosis about it.  Abby was
upset about her panties being stained too - she looked
at them guiltily every time she removed them and put
them in the laundry bin.  Recently she had avoided the
soiling by instead of poking the panty material into
her bottom, just using her finger.  The feeling was
comforting, like thumb sucking.  The only downside was
a smelly finger.  Abby sniffed her finger with
interest after such an exploration.  The smell was not
unpleasant, a sort of meaty, carnal smell.

Occasionally she would get shit under her fingernails
and smeared on her finger, but generally she was
clean.  She liked the jelly that sometimes came out
too.  The first few times she did this she would
diligently wash her fingers, but after a while she
gave up bothering - no-one seemed to mind or notice,
though she had once got caught when she offered an
apple to someone and they had smelled her finger.
Luckily they had not connected the strange smell to
her - but she had been more careful since then.

Abby recognised this loose bowel feeling associated
with excitement.  To her delight, a girl, much more
outspoken than her, had even said that she felt like
taking a shit when she saw a particular boy at school.
 Abby felt the shock of recognition at knowing exactly
how she felt.

Abby resisted the urge to go to the toilet, often
there was nothing coming anyway, and carried on up the
ladder to the attic.  She lay down on her favorite bit
of carpet, ritually pulled her shorts and panties down
to round her ankles and began to play.  She liked her
panties and shorts tightly curled round her ankles -
it gave her the feeling of being 'held' in place and
'made' to perform this dirty, thrilling act.  In her
fantasy, as she closed her eyes and felt the herself
going up the hill towards her orgasm, she imagined
herself being captured and put in a castle tower.  An
evil woman, a wicked queen or something, would force
her to strip, tie her down and make her do this for
her pleasure.  Abby would reluctantly, but
pleasurably, follow her orders.  Today, for some
reason, it was more difficult to orgasm.  The usual
fantasy was not enough, she needed to make more of it.
 She felt the Queen asking her to do more, to be more
dirty for her.  With eager reluctance, she put a
finger into her bottom while still continuing to rub
her clit.  She saw the Queen smile a wicked smile.
More, she was asking, more.  Abby poked her finger in
her bottom deeper than ever before.  With her legs
apart she had more access to it than she had ever had
before by simply sticking her hand down her panties.

Her finger encountered shit.  She felt the Queen's
grin widen.  Abby knew what he wanted.  Reluctantly
she took fingers of shit from her bottom and smeared
them on her thighs.  The Queen was ecstatic, she had
totally humiliated her.  Abby took more of the shit
from her bottom and smeared it on her bare, flat
tummy.  The stench was horrible and yet it was put of
her 'punishment'.  Eventually the shit was everywhere,
smeared on her body, her clothes, the carpet, even her
lips and hair.  With the most shuddering,
soul-wrenching climax she had ever had in her brief
twelve years, she came again and again.  When the
magic had faded, Abby came back to Earth with a bump.
She was covered in shit, she stank and she was in the
attic.

Abby spent the next two hours cleaning up, it was
enough to convince her that her little shit adventure
was a one-off, never to be repeated.  Yet even when
she grew up, had children of her own, she could never
return to her parents house and not take a nostalgic
trip to that attic....

END

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