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
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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