Graffiti Ch. 05

In their hurry to meet the object of their sexual curiosity, they had gotten dressed leaving Megan's face and hair wet with Clair's golden nectar. Occasionally Megan would catch herself sucking on ringlets, tasting the remnants of her friends salted juice.

The tram ride was seemingly endless, but soon enough they saw the cafe in the distance.

They had exchanged a couple more messages, agreeing to meet at the playground nearest the toilet. The waitress, Sarah, had promised them that she would still be wearing her damp, piss-ridden panties, vowing that they would be controlled entirely by Megan and Clair.

There was a comfortable silence between them until Clair turned to her friend and said something that Megan truly did not anticipate.

"I think that you should be in control of both Sarah and I," she said with a tone that said she had made a decision. "I want to be told what to do. I want to be obedient."

Megan smiled with a little nervous anticipation. "I've never even imagined you wanting something like that before," Megan said.

Then, as if to confirm it, Clair whispered into her ear, taking note of the faint smell of her pee still in her hair, "I want you to spank me and make me do things."

Megan had never thought about that side of things, but immediately gave herself over to the idea, imagining the echo of her friend's taught cheek ringing through the air of a public toilet.

"This is where we need to get off," offered Megan.

"Yes, Miss," Clair responded playfully to remind her that she was serious.

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Exiting the tram, Clair walked a step ahead of Megan. Her dress rode up, just enough to show the bottom of her cheeks as she walked.

Megan thought for a moment and decided to try on this new role. "Pull your dress down," she said in a direct and sultry voice, "that arse isn't for everyone!"

Clair adjusted herself. Pulling down her dress and adjusting her gait. Clair took naturally to being subordinate, and Megan felt a rush that she had never felt before. Clair walked on, awkward and reserved, like a child told off by their mother.

Megan looked up from her best friend's arse, to see a dark haired girl swaying slowly back and forth on a swing.

It was the middle of the day on a weekday, not too many people, other than lycra clad soccer moms were around. No one else was around the playground certainly, and somehow, a twenty something year old girl swaying slowly on a swing didn't seem out of place.

As they approached, Clair slowed to match Megan's pace and instinctively grabbed her hand. Their fingers intertwined as they approached the playground.

Sarah stopped swaying and spread her legs just wide enough to show her panties, but not wide enough that It looked like she was trying to. Megan thought maybe that she was practiced at this would-be accidental flash. All the same, both Clair and Megan appreciated the view.

As they stepped forward, Sarah smiled and stood.

"You both got here fast," Sarah offered. "My panties haven't even dried out yet."

Megan, still trying to maintain her role as the more dominant in the situation, heard the words that came from her own mouth almost like they came from someone else.

"Your panties are about to get a lot dirtier."

Sarah smiled with a look that announced that she was ready, willing and able to comply.

As Megan looked around, surveying if they were as alone as she hoped they were, she saw the toilet. The room that had allowed this all to become her new and wonderful reality.

The gap from the walls to the floor was just as she imagined it. Enough that someone might, if they chose to look, be given a hint of an occupants action. She could see that the stalls were currently unoccupied. She paused for a moment, wetted by the knowledge that someone might have, at any point, known and watched her as she pleasured herself in her most favourite public toilet.

Now however, that toilet was about to be put to use as the scene of their collective debauchery.

"I have to be home in a couple of hours," Sarah offered, momentarily breaking the emerging roles that they were negotiating. "My brother and sister will be home, and mum and dad want me to be there to make sure they do their homework."

Megan, all too happy with the sense of urgency, leant into the situation. "We had better make the most of the next couple of hours then."

Clair had been silent this whole time, playing nervous and shrinking into the background awaiting her instruction. When Megan turned to her and commanded that she go into the toilet and immediately remove all her clothes, she smiled and made her way toward the toilets with a skip. Playfully, she had begun to remove her top even before entering the toilet, leaving Sarah in awe, and Megan being her lip.

Megan stepped in close to Sarah. Sarah stood to meet her eye to eye.

"Clair, my friend in there doesn't know it yet, but she's going to be wearing your messy panties very soon." Megan whispered into Sarah's ear.

Sarah trembled a little, falling just slightly at the taboo of the thought.

"I want you to poop yourself. I want you to fill your panties right here and now in this playground."

Megan was a natural. Although she had never taken the dom role before, her tone spoke as though she had a qualified experience. And it was a tone that was welcomed by Sarah and Clair alike.

Sarah said nothing, but her expression said that she had heard Megan's request and was ready to obey. Sarah's expression was a quiet concentration, an intersection of pain as she pushed and bliss as she felt her mess pass through her sphincter and meet the taught fabric of her wet panties.

Her eyes had closed part way through her efforts. Just as she was about to move into her second effort she felt Megan pull her waist into her and the two were immediately locked in a passionate kiss. All the while, Sarah continued her slow and considered effort, straining a solid stool into her grey panties, feeling it spread up and down her crack.

Megan slid her hand down the small of Sarah's back and cupped the growing bulge of her panties. A gentle push spread the package further towards her pussy, and Megan, breaking away from Sarah's lips, whispered "Good girl".

Remembering that Clair was naked and waiting for them, Megan suggested that it was time they made their way into the toilet. Sarah walked ahead, Megan made sure of it. She wanted to see if there was any remote sign of the bulge in the back of her panties as she walked. To her surprise, with the exception of a slightly awkward walk, Sarah showed no evidence of her full, appetising panties.

As they walked into the toilets, they were met with an obediently naked Clair. She was standing naked beside a pile of her clothes beside the sink. She had not even gone into a cubical, she was there naked for anyone who might walk in.

The readiness of her best friend sent a shiver through Megan as she became aware once again of the drenching happening in her own panties.

She hadn't noticed before, but obviously Sarah had, that there was the facility to lock the outer door of the toilets. Sarah, seemingly experienced at this, closed the door behind her, pulled a pin from her hair and flicked a small latch beneath the handle. They were secured, but public.

Megan walked over to Clair and said, "you're naughty for not wearing any panties today aren't you?" Her tone was not a question, it was simply a convenient prelude to what she knew her best friend wanted. "Bend over and take your spanking like a good girl."

Clair turned around and faced the mirror, placing her hands flat against the bench on either side of the sink. As her arse presented, her eyes caught Sarah's just as she lifted the front of her skirt and slid her hand into her panties.

As Sarah played with herself, Megan slapped Clair's arse. The first slap sent an echo through the small, hard-surfaced room with a perfect resonance. The second was more muffled and Clair sunk a little as Megan pulled Clair's cheeks apart to ensure that the next slap would meet her tight little arsehole.

"Three more spanks, then we're going to solve this no panty problem," Megan said to her friend without taking her eyes away from Clair's delicious hole.

With each remaining slap, Clair closed her eyes momentarily, and Sarah thrust her finger deeper and deeper into her own hole.

With the final spank, Megan left her hand cupping Clair's cheek and her index finger resting perfectly on her arsehole. She turned her gaze from Clair's face in the mirror to look at Sarah.

"It's time for Clair to wear your mess now," Megan offered to a knowing Sarah.

Sarah stepped forward, hooking her thumbs under the sides of her grey, wet and heavy panties, slowly peeling the mess away from herself and letting them fall to the floor. She lifted them up and carefully handed them forward.

"Clair," Megan said thoughtfully, "I need you to put these on."

Clair walked forward and carefully took the messy panties from Sarah. With a deliberate action, she was able to make sure that they were held in such a way that she could step into them, but was surprised at their weight. As she put her right leg in and then her left, she became aware that there was no chance that she would avoid having a smear of Sarah's shit up her legs. Instead, she then slid them on with a badge of honour, proud and messy, smears of Sarah's silky shit traced up her creamy white legs.

With a slight stagger and adjustment, she nestled into Sarah's panties and her mess. She smiled, somehow at home wearing the shit of someone who was a complete stranger until this morning. She felt Sarah's warmth as she moved her own cheeks and the poop into place. Sarah was a slightly bigger frame, and as such, what might have just kissed the bottom of Sarah's slit sat covering half of Clair's bald cunt.

She wore it, not happy just because it was what she wanted, but also because she would make Megan proud.

Megan walked over to Sarah who stood, still dressed and awkwardly messy. Megan lifted Sarah's top off to reveal her pert B cups that rested the way that only youthful breasts defy gravity. She then immediately took the bottom of her skirt and pulled the elastic up, over her belly and her breasts, flicking her nipples and then over her head.

Sarah was now naked save for her sandals and remaining mess or poop on her cheeks and in her crack. There was a single line, dragged as Megan had slid up her skirt, a smear that tracked up her inner thigh over her taught belly and then trailed off towards her right nipple.

Megan collapsed to the floor and lapped the smear off, noting the similarities and differences between Sarah and Clair's taste. Where Clair had a sweet after taste, Sarah's was a a bitterness not unlike Dutch liquorice. As her tongue slid up Sarah's body, she noted its warmth and softness.

As she stood again, meeting Sarah's eyes, she slid her hand between between her legs and found the remains of the mess left in her crack. Skilfully taking a good portion on two fingers, Megan raised it up and drove her fingers into Sarah's mouth. Sarah willingly sucked her own shit from Megan's fingers, and as soon as Megan removed them from her mouth, they were again between her legs to retrieve more.

As Megan spoon fed Sarah her own shit, Clair pressed Sarah's messy panties into her wet slit and massaged the mess into a creamy combination of her own juice and a stranger's poop while she watched the feeding. Curious to know for herself she slid her hand into the front of her panties and motioned her fingers deep into Sarah's mess. Bringing them out and immediately into her own mouth, the three of them were now united in rolling the bitter, sour of Sarah's arse liquorice around their mouths. With a healthy portion now coating Clair's mouth, Megan turned her attention back to her best friend.

Taking Sarah's hand and leading her further into the room, Megan locked her eyes on Clair while pushing Sarah into the same place and position where Claire had received her spanking. Sarah however, presented her smeared and dirty arse rather than Clair's once porcelain and clean bottom. The brown was a darker brown than that which the two had enjoyed in the shower and, for its salted and acquired taste, it was surprisingly sweet smelling. In no way was it an unpleasant odour that you might imagine.

Clair was indeed thankful for that fact as she continued to massage the shit into her own pussy.

Megan then instructed Clair. "I want you lick Sarah's pussy. I want you to bury your face in that mess and curl your tongue into her cunt and lap until she cums."

Sarah knew that it would not be long at all, and Clair immediately obliged.

Her face slid perfectly between Sarah's caked cheeks, accepting the smears with pride, she immediately slid her tongue out to find Sarah's awaiting and welcoming cunt. It was so wet. It was wet, tangy and slippery. It was a combination of stale pee, bitter shit and sweet juices that drove Clair wild.

Within moments, Sarah was moaning with complete disregard of being in a public toilet. Her mouth slightly ajar as she looked deep into herself in the mirror feeling the smears of shit broaden across her cheeks and a tongue that was motioning between her clit, her hole and her ass.

Megan briefly interrupted her friend's lapping and scooped another amount of the increasing thin shit into her fingers...this time she savoured it herself. Meeting Sarah's eyes in the mirror, sucking her fingers and enjoying the taboo flavour.

The two shared a fleeting understanding that Clair was their lesser in that moment. Then without hesitation or any word, they both knew that Megan needed to once again take complete control over the pair of them.

Removing her cleaned fingers from her mouth, she then stepped back behind her best friend who was still furiously charged with cleaning Sarahs messy arsehole, and scooped a generous portion of Sarah's scat front he panties that now stuck to Clair's cheeks. With a deft manoeuvre, she smeared it thick over her slit and stepped back to meet Sarah's face in the mirror.

She turned and braced herself against the bench top, resting her hands either side of her pert buttocks and gently lifted her self back onto the counter.

Sarah made way for her and Megan slid in front of her, beaconing her face to lower onto her shit covered pussy.

Sarah succumbed with a skilled ease, devouring Megan's pussy and the taste of her own scat.

Over time the smeared brown became thinner and thinner as they all enjoyed their respective meals of salted pussy juices and bitter scat. Sarah almost forgot about getting home in time for her brother and sister as they lapped and swallowed mixtures of bodily function in a passionate disregard.

Each of them had come multiple times, and after a while, Sarah left the two both fingering each other and in the throws of another shared orgasm, she leant into her bag and retrieved a box of baby wipes, a box of ziploc bags and some lotion.

This part she was surely practiced and skilled at. Removing the sinful residue of filth from her skin. She cleaned herself as she watched the others finish.

After they had both cum, Sarah retrieved a ziploc bag from the package and walked over to her exhausted, wet and messy friends. She delicately slid the panties that were once hers down Clair's legs. Clair stepped out of them and Sarah delicately placed them into a bag and sealed it.

She then took a clean wipe and began the delicate tasks of wiping down her new friends.

All three of them spent the next 15 minutes alternating between wiping each other down and passionate, deep kisses.

By the end the only mess that remained was a collection of spent wipes and the smears on the floor and counter.

They were visibly clean, but all still smelled of each other's mess. They would each go home like this, each knowing their stench might betray them to anyone they encountered along the way.

As they left the toilet block, Sarah looked at them both. "I'm so glad you found my snap," she offered, "maybe next time, we can play at one of our houses and have a little bit more time?"

Megan, not ready to break away from her dominant side just yet, replied, "I think that the next time will be tomorrow morning. I'll be at the cafe, and I would like you to bring me a very special drink and meal."

"Any time," Sarah responded before turning and walking away.

Clair and Megan were left alone again. Megan looked at her friend and asked, "want to come back to my house for a bit?"

Clair didn't respond, she just leant in and pushed her lips into Megan's, both still tasting the bitter, sinful tastes of their new friend's scat.