Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2010 19:08:16 +0100
From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com>
Subject: Descent part 1D

Descent (Period D, Chapter 1)


Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional in that it never happened. Any
likeness to real events is entirely coincidental. The characters are from
my imagination.

Story by mattbuck (matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com). Comments, suggestions and
(constructive) criticism always welcome.

This is not part 4 of the Descent story, it's a part somewhere between the
A and B chapters, which since I already published C will be called D. I'm
hoping to have B2 ready soon.

More stories can be found on my website.
http://mattbuck.irongalaxy.com

MF; masturbation (M, F, MF, FM); oral (MF, FM); vaginal (MF); anal (F);
college; bondage (MF); sado-masochism (MF); piss; scat

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      James slipped out of their warm bed, leaving Sarah to stretch out
alone under the soft covers. Her first night in her boyfriend's bed - his
real bed, not the one he rented at uni. It was soft, king-size, and came
with a surprising assortment of pillows. Of course, the fact that within
five minutes of first seeing it she had been naked on it with the owner
screwing her good and hard from behind had hardly left a bad impression. It
was the morning after now, or rather the midday after, possibly the early
afternoon after, she couldn't see the clock without moving, but where she
was was so nice and warm...

      Warm like his piss.

      How long had it been since she'd watched him piss? Two, three weeks?
Too long anyway. Christmas holidays always screwed university
relationships. It was a shame he hadn't stayed in bed, but there were no
waterproof covers here - not because of parents, but more because he hadn't
got around to buying any yet. They could put that right today. Later
today. After she helped him in the bathroom.

      She climbed out of bed, her nipples hardening in the cool air -
apparently his bedroom wasn't especially well insulated - and slipped into
the thick, fluffy red dressing gown her parents had bought her for
Christmas. She loved it already - she'd never felt so warm and content. And
god it felt good on her naked body. Actually, feeling it slide over her
skin made her feel horny, and she'd spent much of Christmas night on her
bed, writhing with it and a collection of nicely buzzing sex toys.

      Thinking of sex toys...

      She pulled the covers back and slipped out the door and down the
stairs. The house was deserted - James's parents and younger brother were
on holiday somewhere, and would be for about a week. A week alone with her
boyfriend in an empty house - she wondered how many of the rooms they'd
fuck in. She'd briefly met his family on the last day of term, and his
brother had seemed like an obnoxious git, so it would be fun to fuck on his
bed.  Maybe leave some incriminating evidence - a pair of panties hanging
from the light fixture perhaps...

      She went in to the bathroom and leant against the door frame, saying
in her best sexy American accent, "I'm from the government, and I'm here to
help." James looked askance at her from his seat on the toilet - obviously
that pop culture reference passed him by. "Never mind," she said, dropping
the accent and walking towards him. "You haven't pissed yet have you?"

      "I was waiting for you," he said, looking hungrily up and down her
body.

      "Awh, you're such a good boy." She laughed and let the dressing gown
fall to the floor, teasing her soft skin all the way - thankfully the
bathroom was warmer than the bedroom. His eyes settled on her breasts, then
moved lower when she sat cross-legged on the cool tiled floor in front of
him, her shaven pussy nicely on display. "Lose the seat."

      He did as he was told, standing up and pushing the toilet seat into
the upright position before sitting back down on the porcelain, gasping at
the sudden cold. She giggled and leant forward, taking his semi-hard cock
in her mouth. "Now piss for me."

      It took a few moments, but soon the flow started and hot, bitter piss
flooded her mouth. It was delicious. She let it overflow her mouth at
first, her eyes locked on his, then started swallowing mouthfuls of it - it
had been way too long since she'd last done this, she thought, pushing a
finger into her wet pussy, gently fingering herself. And sooner or later
James's piss would be coming out of her and probably going back into him -
recycling, oh it had never been so fun. She stroked her tongue over James's
cock as she drank, feeling it slowly inflate in her mouth. She loved cock,
especially that cock, possibly because of what it did to her, possibly
because of who it was attached to, possibly it was just a really nice cock
- she wasn't entirely sure, the point was, it felt so damn good, tasted so
damn good, and could nicely cover her in piss whenever she wanted - what
else did a girl need? Well, apart from six inch stilettoes, a latex bustier
and a large vibrator collection of course.

      James finished pissing, and Sarah settled into giving him a nice
thank you blowjob, bobbing her head up and down on his rapidly hardening
penis, one hand busy between his legs, and the other busy between her
own. He was enjoying it - or at least he was leaning back and moaning -
more than usual actually. Maybe it was because he'd gone a few weeks
without the attention, because it wasn't as if she'd had any practice - in
fact her jaw was getting a bit tired, not that she was willing to let that
stop her - she was having too much fun.  Her fingers tickled the back of
his bollocks, then moved backwards along his - what is it, perineum or
something? - to brush over his arsehole. He farted on her. She took in a
big breath through her nose - partly to get a whiff, partly because his
cock was rather constricting her mouth breathing. Smelly. Not that she'd
never made worse smells. That was when he grunted and shat into her hand.



      James hadn't meant to crap into his girlfriend's hand, it was just
that he had needed to go, and what with sitting on the toilet it was a bit
difficult to hold it in, and her hand just happened to be there when he
couldn't hold it anymore. It might even have been her stroking his hole
which had caused it, so really it was her fault not his. Probably. Oh
crap. She pulled her mouth off his hard cock, and kept eye contact with him
as she drew her hand out from underneath his ass - some of the excrement
touched his bollocks, he was sure of it. She looked back and forth between
him and her hand, and he just stared at his shit - mid-brown, curled on her
palm, not especially dense by the look of it. It wasn't steaming - he'd
read about steaming piles of excrement, but this one was not steaming -
maybe because they were in a warm room - maybe excrement steamed when
outside, or in larger quantities or something. Why was he thinking about
this? He looked back at his girlfriend, who remarkably didn't actually look
angry.

      "You shat on me." She said matter-of-factly. She was calm. Why was
she calm? He'd just taken a crap on her. Why wasn't she angry?

      "I'm sorry," was all he could really say. What else do you say in
that situation? I thought you were a bedpan? She was staring at his shit -
why was she staring at his shit?  Why hadn't she just chucked it in the
bowl and gone to try and get it off her hand? Why wasn't she shouting at
him? And why did he have to have done such a smelly crap?

      "Do you..." she started but trailed off. She stood up and walked over
to the window, which due to the slope of the roof was at floor level. For
some more obscure reason, it wasn't frosted glass, it just had some metal
blinds. If Mr Gregory next door was looking up he'd probably be able to see
Sarah's cunt. She stared out for a minute or so, to the point where James
was wondering if he should get up and talk to her, or at least wipe his
arse, when she turned back around and walked over to him. She crouched
slightly so that his eye-line was directed at her face rather than her
chest (shame, but probably best so that she didn't get angered anymore. She
was mad, she just wasn't showing it, surely), and was holding the handful
of shit between them. Was it looking a bit more squashed than it had been?
It still stank anyway. Well, it wasn't so bad - he'd been in toilets at
nightclubs which were worse, and while he couldn't really call it pleasant,
it was still only shit, not rotting meat or anything like that. He looked
into his girlfriend's eyes, still rather confused that they didn't seem to
be broadcasting a smouldering rage. Instead all she asked was a simple
question.

      "Do you trust me?"

      "Well... yes," he replied. While he did trust her, he was still
confused, and sort of expected her to blow up. Why wasn't she shouting at
him?

      "I wasn't going to ask you to ever do this, it's not something I ever
really planned to do, but we've sort of come this far, so I figure we may
as well try it. Just... don't say no immediately, okay?"

      "Okay, but what are you..." he managed to say, then her lips were on
his, and the shit was being rubbed over his chest. It felt... well, it felt
okay really. It was sort of warm which was hardly unpleasant, and of course
it came courtesy of Sarah's hand, and he always liked feeling that on his
chest. Then there was the kiss, which was hungry, intense, all teeth and
biting, and the other hand, which was working ten shades of magic on his
aching cock. Were they... were they actually doing scat? How far would it
go? Was this something Sarah had always wanted to do, like the piss? He'd
read the stories she'd suggested, and then read a few more. It was hard to
miss the fact that some people got off on shit, and to be fair, he'd got
off on what they wrote about it. There was something quite sexy about the
thought of being covered in shit - just you'd probably need a nose
clip. He'd even thought about trying it once or twice - he'd bought a pair
of briefs to shit in at the start of the holidays, but found that he
couldn't do it with pants on, and, not wanting to touch it really, he'd
given up. Sarah had liked the briefs though - he'd worn them the day before
when he picked her up from the station. She'd laughed when she saw them,
but said she liked the way he filled them. Then she told him to buy more.

      He supposed he wasn't entirely inexperienced with shit - he was quite
happy to suck his fingers clean after they'd been in Sarah's backside, or
his. And then there was that butt plug she'd bought him - he always licked
that clean, at least when he hadn't used anything like oil as lube. So he
supposed he'd tasted his shit before, and he did like licking her arse...
Was he more into it than he'd realised? Would he taste it if she asked him
to? Would he do it without her asking? And how did she know how to
masturbate him better than he did? He'd been doing it for over ten years on
a daily basis, she said she hadn't touched a boy until about three years
ago. That hand did feel incredible, bringing him higher, making the smell
of shit actually seem sort of sexy... He reached out to touch her, one hand
stroking up the inside of her thigh, moving up to brush over the perfectly
smooth-shaven lips of her cunt, the lips he'd licked, bitten and teased
between his own orgasms the previous night, cleaning out his cum so she'd
be ready for the next lot. Two fingers pushed into her hot wet snatch,
easily slipping in. He wiggled them, delighting in the way they slipped
past each other and rubbed against the soft walls - god he loved
vaginas. Sarah moaned into his mouth as they kissed, prompting him to add
another finger and start fucking her with all three of them, making a
beautiful squishing noise with each thrust. She bit his lip and pulled,
growling, and when she let go he tasted blood.

      "Let's fuck," she said. Well... well, he was hardly going to refuse,
was he? He pulled his fingers out and sucked them (somewhat) erotically as
she straddled the toilet, her clean hand holding on to the cistern to
balance herself, and the shit-covered hand wrapping around his cock, aiming
it towards her cunt as she lowered herself. It felt good on his cock, and
then when the tip entered her it felt even better. He gripped her arse with
both hands as she teased his cock briefly before sinking down. The way her
hot cunt grabbed his cock was like heaven on earth, each inch of
penetration better than the last until her bald lips were rubbing against
his hairy crotch and she settled her weight on him, leaning forward to
press her breasts against his shitty chest and to kiss him.

      That's when it started to hurt.

      "Shit, get off, get off!" He shouted. She quickly dismounted and
stepped away from him, almost tripping over the bidet.

      "What's wrong?" She asked as he stood up.

      "My legs," he replied, rubbing his thighs. "There wasn't much area
touching the loo, and with your added weight it hurt." He started walking
over to her, but stopped when he caught his shit-covered reflection in the
full length mirror. Sarah obviously caught him looking, because she
whispered

      "That's a good look for you, maybe... I should try it." He looked
over at Sarah, who, apart from a smear on her left hip where she'd clearly
wiped her hand, was completely clean.  He turned back to his reflection -
his legs and arms were clean, but his chest and stomach were smeared
completely brown, and his cock had streaks of shit on it and was glistening
with pussy juice. He did look pretty good actually. Wait, did he actually
fancy himself covered in shit? He was more into it than he'd thought. He
looked back to his girlfriend, who was biting her lip provocatively and
teasing her pussy with a single finger. "Would you like to see that?"

       James grinned. "Lie down."

      She did, quickly dropping to the floor on her back, her arms above
her head, wrists together as if tied, and her legs wide, feet drawn up to
her thighs. "Oh Mr Henderson," she said with mock fear, turning her head
away, "Whatever are you going to do to me?" He grinned wider at her
display, the fake innocence, that was pretty fucking sexy. Especially after
what she'd just asked him to do.

      "Well, Miss Cook," he said as he stepped over her, moving towards the
chest of drawers in the corner. "I was going to let it be a surprise, but
if you'd rather know..."

      "Oh please Mr Henderson, please don't hurt me!"

      He rifled through the second drawer and pulled out the roll of
masking tape which had been there for years and which no one had quite ever
got around to moving, nor remembering why it was there to begin with. He
turned back, wishing that he had more piss to douse his girlfriend with -
she looked good lying naked on the floor.

      "Oh, I won't hurt you," he said. "Not if you behave yourself. And
that means no screaming, no biting and no struggling. If you do any of
those things, I will have to hurt you, to make sure you don't do them
again. Do you understand?" She nodded as he crouched by her hands. Her
fingers reached up and tickled his bollocks - she never could resist
something like that, even when playing the innocent maiden. And although it
was bad acting, he wasn't going to complain, because her fingers at least
were talented. He pulled the end of the tape up and started wrapping it
around her wrists, tying them for real, enjoying the look of surprise that
crossed her face briefly before it was replaced by lust. "As for what I'm
going to do to you... I haven't decided the full details yet, but I'm going
to start by shitting on you, and then smearing it all over your body. After
that... I'm going to have that wet pussy of yours." She moaned in approval
as he finished tying her wrists, then shuffled down until he was squatting
over her face. "Now lick me."



      Sarah could play the beautiful innocent young maiden, captured by the
evil baron, but she could never suppress her instincts, nor her lust, so
when confronted with her boyfriend's balls dangling an inch from her face,
and told to lick them, that was what she was going to do, and what she did,
lifting her head off the ground and opening her mouth wide to try and take
both in her mouth at once. As soon as she succeeded, she closed her mouth
and lay her head back, stretching them away from his groin, tonguing them
as she did so, the way she knew he liked - lots of attention for that
sensitive spot at the back. She could taste a slight bit of shit, strangely
- the taste of his arse, or her fingers after probing it. Must get a
strap-on. He tried to pull up, but she used her teeth to grip him more
firmly. He tried again, and she again resisted, her tongue still playing
over the taut skin, too good too stop. Then he smacked her.  On the
pussy. Ow!

      "I told you no biting," he said, his voice full of
mock-resignation. "Now I have to punish you." It was a good job he had tied
her hands otherwise she'd be rubbing herself to try and make it less
painful. And if it weren't to make it less painful she'd still be doing
it. True, she could move, but why move when she could have fun. Pain just
made for greater pleasure.  He picked up the masking tape, and she thought
for a minute that he was going to bind some other part of her anatomy -
legs to arms maybe - but instead he just stood up and walked over to the
toilet, and her eyes followed him every step of the way. He pulled the
flush, then bent down (was he purposely sticking his arse out? She hoped
so) and picked up something from behind the toilet before turning
round. Her eyes widened - the toilet brush. Was he...  That would either be
very good or very painful. Or both. He came back over, nonchalantly letting
the brush drag over her bare pussy, the stiff plastic bristles scratching
her skin. She gasped - it hurt, but she couldn't help opening her legs
wider. God she was a slut.  But then, she was going out with a guy who was
currently covered in shit, and who was going to cover her in shit. What the
hell caused her to be so fucked up, yet love it so much? Heck, she wanted
to be filthy, she wanted him to punish her, to hurt her, to make her scream
in pain before he made her scream in pleasure, and she wanted to lick that
shit off him as he shot his cream inside her.

      Wait, she wanted to lick his shit? Oh-kay, bit far there maybe. Had
not realised she wanted that.

      He didn't say a word as he knelt beside her head and laid the toilet
brush on her stomach, pulling at the end of the masking tape. She knew what
was coming next, but there was something that needed to be done first.

      "James," she said, somewhat breathlessly, her blue eyes meeting his
brown ones as he looked down at her. "I fucking love you."

      "I know, and I love you too." With that, his lips locked over hers in
a sloppy sideways kiss, fingers invading her sopping wet pussy, her hips
rocking to drive them deeper. His thumb found her clit, making her moan, or
at least as best she could with his tongue down her throat. He pulled away
much too soon, and then held the tape just over her mouth.
      "James," she said, staying his hand a moment longer. "I want you to
shit on me."
      "I know that too," he replied, a smile on his lips. He stuck the end
of the tape to her cheek, then roughly lifted her head, pulling her hair up
and wrapped it round the back of her neck. Round and round several times,
over her mouth and round the back, until she was well and truly
gagged. That was a first for them. She tried, but found that breathing
through her mouth was a bit difficult, and so was mostly forced to use her
nose. And that meant that with each breath she breathed in more and more
shit stink. She couldn't talk either, just make a sort of muffled
mumble. Considering masking tape normally couldn't stick a condom to the
ceiling (something she'd tried as a school prank), it worked remarkably
well as a gag. James moved away from her head, shuffling along beside her
until he was level with her crotch.

      "Right," he said jovially. "I do believe I was about to punish you
for biting me.  Would you rather I spank you, or use the brush?" She tried
to shout brush, but all that came out was a noise like a kazoo. "Not going
to tell me? Oh well, guess I'll just do both then."  With that he smacked
her pussy.

      FUCK. He was not spanking her gently. To be fair, he probably wasn't
spanking her hard either, more somewhat middling, but it was on her pussy
and it fucking hurt. He rubbed her in circles, then raised his hand and
delivered another sharp smack. She screwed her eyes shut, trying not to
scream, also trying to avoid the temptation to close her legs and thus make
the pain stop. She wanted the pain, because she wanted the pleasure that
would come afterwards, and after going out with James for almost three
months, she knew that it was a lot of pleasure if he had a mind to it - he
had a talented tongue, a nice fat cock and a good sense of
rhythm. FUCK. Good hands too, although she preferred them when they were
fingering her rather than - FUCK - spanking her. Mngh, god. Oh that hurt
like a fucki-NG F-emale dog. He kept smacking her, the time between smacks
increasing, but the smacks themselves getting harder, until one final smack
brought the pinprick of tears to her eyes and a scream to her throat. She
lay back, breathing hard, eyes screwed shut, trying to ignore the pain
flooding from her abused (and no doubt red) pussy. Then she felt the first
touch. At first it was almost indistinguishable from the pain, just another
pinprick of sensation lost among the stinging.  But then it came again,
stronger. A tongue. She almost cried from happiness as he licked over her
sore lips, bathing them in his saliva, then blowing on them. She was so
tender, it felt like a wave of icicles travelling down her spine, at once
wondrous and torturous. His tongue returned, licking right up the middle of
her slit, spreading her lips and making her shiver in anticipation, closer,
closer... his tongue teased her clitoral hood, but then withdrew, leaving
her to make a frustrated kazoo noise. "You taste good," he said, picking up
the toilet brush.  She shuddered in anticipation - just as the pain from
her pussy was being replaced by a rather pleasing sensation of stinging
warmth, he was going to make it hurt again. She raised her head off the
floor, and was just in time to see him blow her a kiss as his hand
descended to her pussy. It wasn't as hard as before, but it was enough to
make the stinging unpleasant again. Fingers pushed inside her, then
withdrew, only to start circling her arsehole before first one then the
other passed her sphincter. That made her moan, but she kept her eyes on
the brush.

      James let it touch her first on her stomach, then pushed it upwards
between her breasts. It scratched her, slightly painful, but in a good way,
the sort of pain that turned her on more. It was bigger than she'd realised
- surely there was no way that would fit inside her, which was what she
assumed he would try - not that she was unadventurous when it came to
putting things up her vagina, she just didn't think she was that big. The
brush moved to her left breast, coming up from underneath and rubbing over
her hard pink nipple, each of the stiff plastic bristles scraping at the
sensitive nub, each slightly painful (and a bit tickly), each adding to the
shiver of pleasure which ran through her naked body. She closed her eyes
and wriggled, driving the fingers in her arse deeper as James ran the brush
over her other nipple, making her moan through the gag. Then the brush
started making its way down her chest, agonisingly slowly, over her
stomach, making her breathe hard and ball her fists in anticipation of what
came next.

      Nothing happened. She opened one eye to see James grinning from ear
to ear - that was when she realised his fingers were still insider her
bum. He pulled them out and made a show of sucking them into his mouth to
clean them, a gob of saliva escaping to fall down to his shit-smeared
chest. He raised his eyebrows teasingly, then while her attention was
diverted moved the brush onto her raw pussy. It hurt. Fingers of fire and
ice raced up her spine as the bristles made painful contact - before it had
hurt in a very pleasurable way, now it hurt a lot more, but in a strange
way it was also more erotic too, and she couldn't help but open her legs
wider still, which made her hip joints ache. It scraped slowly over her
shaven mons, down over her lips to whatever the technical term for the bit
between the arse and cunt was, making her whimper. Then it started back the
other way, the bristles bending and reversing direction. He was pressing
harder this time, and going slower, making the sensation last longer,
creeping upwards as she squirmed. The tip was slipping between her lips,
the bristles scratching at the inside of her pussy; the ones nearer the
handle, pressed close against her skin, she suddenly realised, hadn't
reversed and were still pointing upwards. She squirmed harder, trying to
avoid what she knew was coming, but she couldn't, and the bristles pushed
in under her hood, spiking at her clit.

      It was a quick pain, a brief scratch, but it was the most exquisite
sexual agony she had ever felt, making her scream and buck her hips, and
then when it stopped the relief was almost like an orgasm and made the
remainder of the brush's transit over her pussy just pure pleasure. She
kept her eyes closed as it lifted off her body, and a few seconds later
felt the plastic handle rubbing up and down her slit, then pushed inside
her, filling her pussy for the first time that day. James pushed it in as
far as it would go, and she felt it at her cervix before it was pulled out
again, only to slide down and hover teasingly over her arsehole. She opened
her eyes and looked at her boyfriend: "Enjoy," was all he said, before
pushing the brush inside her. She grunted, it was hardly the widest thing
she'd ever had inside her, but it was so long it seemed to go on and on
forever, and with James pushing it all in in a single go, mid- shaft bumps
and all... fuck, by the time she felt the bristles against her arse she was
surprised the tip wasn't poking out her throat. God it felt good though.

      "Right, I think it's about time for me to crap on you."



      "I think it's about time for me to crap on you." That had to be the
weirdest sentence he'd ever said, or at least the weirdest sentence said in
earnest. Was he really going to take a dump on his girlfriend? Her eyes
said please, and his cock didn't care as long as it ended up somewhere warm
and wet. He breathed in, the air full of the smell of the shit she had
rubbed into his chest. It was a good thing his parents were away for a
while, it would take days to get the smell out of the room. Come to think
of it, how long would this stay on his skin? It would come out with soap,
right? He shook his head and tried to clear his mind, staring down at his
girlfriend's great tits with their tasty nipples. Sex. Thrusting his hard
cock between her legs, making her scream so loud that the neighbours would
wonder whether they should call the police. Pumping his cum into her
slippery cunt. Sex. Yeah. She looked good lying there, wriggling, the grey
and white bristled head of the toilet brush sticking out of her arse, her
bare, red-raw pussy dripping wet above it. And now he was going to shit on
her. He was going to squat over his girlfriend and crap on her. Not really
what he'd been expecting when he picked her up from the station less than a
day earlier, but... hey, they were horny and it couldn't hurt to try it. He
took a moment to consider quite where he should do it - tits, tummy, face
or pussy. Face was taking it too far, for now at least, and pussy... oh who
was he kidding, it was always going to be her tits. Her nice soft tits with
their rosy skin, covered in his shit. Then putting his cock between them...

      It was hard to believe she wanted it. Oh, he knew she was perverted
and kinky, but even for her shit sex was... out there. She wanted it now
anyway, but he suddenly worried that she might not want it during the
act. The best way to keep her wanting it would be to keep her horny, and to
do that...

      "Masturbate for me" he ordered. Her eyes met his as she raised her
arms in the air and then lowered them to her crotch. The binding of her
wrists made it tricky, but she soon had the fingers of one hand stroking
over her puffy lips and dipping into her wet hole with a slight slurping
sound. He pushed her arms closer together, squeezing her breasts together
slightly, and got in a crouch over her chest, facing her head. He was going
to do it. Right. Their eyes met again as he started to push. His cock
jumped, and he could feel that he needed to shit, but it wasn't coming. But
he'd never done this before, so... that was probably ok, right? He relaxed,
taking a moment to compose himself, shifting his stance slightly and
locking his eyes on the left hand knob of the third drawer of the chest of
drawers, generally trying to pretend he was sitting on the toilet as he
started pushing again. A spurt of urine shot out of his hard cock as he
strained - he looked down and saw it land in Sarah's hair. It was a
momentary distraction, but slightly amusing and enough to relax him enough
that his arse blossomed open and he found himself shitting on his
girlfriend. Sarah's eyes widened and the masking tape on her mouth vibrated
with a strange buzzing noise. He tried leaning to see what she saw, but
couldn't see past his own arse. Then his sphincter closed around the end of
his shit, and it fell with a quiet phut. He shuffled back a foot or so and
saw it for the first time - it was a sort of middling brown, and a lot
longer than he'd expected - about eight inches long.  Maybe shit was always
that long and he just never realised because it was in the toilet bowl.
His right hand unconsciously moved from his ass to his dick, and behind him
Sarah's fingers rubbed speedy circles over her clit. He wasn't quite
finished though, and this time he kept his eyes on hers as the second log
slid out of his arse to land on her tummy. That felt like it was more or
less it, so he settled into a kneeling position and reached between his
legs, touching his shit for the first time in... who knows how many
years. It felt fairly soft in his fingers, and rather gritty, which was a
bit surprising, he'd expected it to be smoother - it wasn't as if he'd been
eating sand after all. He lifted it up, his fingers sinking into it, the
smell reaching his nose more strongly than it had before, making him feel
slightly lightheaded. Warm... well, it had been inside him, but still he'd
just never really thought about it before, and now it was going
to... really... well, it wasn't as if it was clean anyway, and when
was... oh hell, fuck it, he was doing this. He brought his hand to his cock
and started smearing his shit over it, lumps falling onto Sarah's
stomach. God, his cock was so dirty, why did that turn him on? He was
properly masturbating now, his other hand reaching down to pick up more
shit and smear it over his chest. Fuck it was dirty, fuck it was good, fuck
it fuck yeah fuck mmm fuck...

      He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his thoughts and stop
his masturbating as he opened his eyes to look back down to Sarah. Her eyes
were closed, and from behind him he heard the squelch of fingers pushing in
and out of a wet pussy while the tape on her mouth vibrated tinnily with
her moans. God she was sexy. And she had his shit squeezed between her
tits. He grinned, remembering his promise. Time for his own pleasure
later. And hers. He leant forward and touched her cheeks, wriggling his
fingers under her gag and pulling it down below her chin, leaving streaks
of brown shit on her pale skin. She opened her eyes to look at him, and he
met her open mouth with a kiss, leaving a shitty handprint on her
shoulder. It was a lingering kiss, soft, welcome, loving and
accepting. They were doing this, and they weren't backing out just yet, the
kiss permission to keep going. He broke the kiss and picked up the larger
shit log which had been between her breasts, leaving a brown stripe. He
broke it into two, taking half in each hand and rubbing it into her soft
breasts. She lifted her head off the floor to watch him.

      "You're getting shit on my tits," she said.

      "You got shit on my chest," James replied, grinning at her. A smile
tugged the corner of her lips.

      "And your cock." She licked her lips. Did she want to...

      "Well, I helped get that pretty dirty too."

      "Yeah, you did." She was silent a moment. "Would you... do you want
me to clean it for you?" James stopped his rubbing, his cock jumping. She
wanted to suck his dirty cock?  God she was sick. God it was hot.

      "Yeah," he whispered.

      "Then why don't you put it in me and fuck me hard." Oh. That's what
she meant. He knew he shouldn't be disappointed, but... Oh well. She
apparently noticed his disappointment, asking, "What is it?"

      "I thought..." How to say it without sounding like a total
pervert. Oh what the hell, he was rubbing his shit into her tits, he was a
pervert anyway. "Well, I thought you meant you wanted to suck it." Thought
she'd wanted to suck his shitty cock clean, to taste his shit and let him
pump his cum down her throat as she gagged on his length. Fuck that would
be hot.

      "Maybe next time babe," she said. "It's just... I just think we
should take this slow.  And I promise, there will be a next time. Besides,
right now I want that hot dirty cock inside me, making me scream, fucking
me so hard it hurts. I'm covered in your shit and I need to have you inside
me. Fuck me James, fuck your shit-covered girlfriend like the dirty slut
she is, because god I am so fucking horny right now and I want you so bad."

      Well, when she put it like that, this was fun, and if there was going
to be a next time - he certainly wanted one - where they'd get more extreme
- yes please - then he could wait for a shit-licking blowjob. And what kind
of a boyfriend would he be if he weren't willing to fuck his girlfriend
when she wanted it? He gripped her head in his hands and leant in to kiss
her, leaving brown smears on her cheeks, making him grin when he
noticed. She could still be dirtier though.

      He stood up and looked down at his girlfriend, her fingers gently
rubbing over her glistening pussy, still red from his spanking; the toilet
brush sticking out of her bum; her chest covered in his shit, smears of it
on her face, hips and shoulders; her legs wide open ready for him, exposing
the pink insides of her pussy - god it looked tasty. He was tempted to go
back to licking it, but his penis longed to be somewhere warm and wet, and
that looked just about perfect. She looked just about perfect. Was it weird
to think your girlfriend looked hot covered in shit? Because she did, she
looked really really hot. She also stank to high heaven - or he did, or
they probably both did - but that almost turned him on even more. He got
down between her wide open legs and kissed her clit, nibbling it slightly,
wondering whether he could taste his ass on it - there were brown smudges
around her pussy lips, but that was what you get for telling a girl with
shit-covered fingers to masturbate. Those fingers were tangling into his
hair, and moved down his back as he worked his way up her, his nose an inch
from her skin, breathing in the smell of his shit. Fuck that should really
not turn him on, but god it did. He nuzzled her neck as the tip of his cock
found the entrance to her wet cunt, teasing a moment, then pushing straight
in up to the hilt, the wonderful sensation of the first thrust flooding his
mind.



      Sarah moaned as James entered her for the first time that day, the
first of many she hoped. That cock was incredible, it really was, it was
like someone had worked out what would be the perfect fit for her vagina,
and then made it just a bit bigger so she could always feel it stretching
her. Goddamned perfect. Their lips met again, frantic and passionate, each
of James's thrusts causing her to gasp and arch her back, pressing her
shit-covered chest against his own, smearing whatever chunks had been left
into a smelly brown paste covering her breasts. Her hands were still bound
at the wrists, damn masking tape, but even so she could still grab that
sexy ass, pull him into her harder, push her against the floor, push his
cock against the brush stuck up her bum, push said brush further up said
bum - she could feel the bristles ticking her arse, they must be tickling
his balls too as they smacked against her with his thrusts, bringing him
closer to releasing his hot cum inside her.... A wave of pleasure coursed
through her body, making her curl her toes and wrap her legs around him,
pulling him closer still. He bit her ear, her nails raked lines on his
back, his cock went in and out in and out, the pace increasing, his breath
becoming more laboured with hers, panting and moaning and cursing and
screaming... was that another orgasm or just the same one come back for
more? Who cared, it was good, he was good, they were covered it shit and it
was so.  Fucking. Hot... god, fuck, that cock, that boy, god, shit, fuck,
fuck, cock fuck fuck....

      Oh fuckkkk.....

      The orgasm rode her for what seemed like hours, every nerve in her
body on fire, the ones in her pussy doubly, triply so, wave after wave of
pleasure taking her to heights she'd never reached before, sensation she'd
never thought possible, the perversity of it all just adding to it. She
felt unconnected to her body - she could feel the pleasure, vaguely noticed
a weight lifting off her chest, but that was all. Her eyes were closed, her
body tensed, then collapsing back like a puppet whose strings had been cut.



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