Il Menu Marrone
Dedicated jointly to Ruth and to Roderick
Shafton
WARNING: This ridiculous fantasy of a story involves VERY
HEAVY scat (shit) scenes, including, but not limited to, people
defecating, and licking and eating feces. It also contains a great deal of incest,
sodomy, underage sex and numerous illegal and distasteful perversions. If any
of that offends you, then DON'T READ IT! You have been warned. If you wish,
scroll down for the story.
(MF, Mf, Fm, MM, FF, MMF, MFF, Mfm, MMMF [etc.], slut-wife, incest, young teen, anal, felsh, piss, extremely heavy scat)
For the uninitiated, the Ristorante di Piaceri
seems like any other
Stronzo, I ought to clarify, for the sake of
those who have not thrown themselves wholehearted into the 'European Project',
is a vulgar Italian word for a turd. A stool, if you prefer. For the di
Piaceri (let us henceforth call it the Stronzo) caters to very discerning
customer indeed, the sort of customer who the unique fetish that Don Mateo
Matassini imparted so skillfully in all his children, that of an addiction to
the organ, act and product of defecation. Bottoms, sodomy and scat, in more
conventional and less delicate parlance. Arseholes, arsefucking and shit, in
the vulgar tongue. The charming padroni of the Stronzo, Primo and Francesca,
are not in fact man and wife as is commonly assumed, but rather twin brother and
sister, albeit with a bond of intimacy that few twins have experienced. With
the exception of the beautiful Bianca (a cousin), all the staff of the Stronzo
are siblings, offspring of the late Mateo and Carla Matassini, with whom our
tale begins.
Mateo Matassini claimed that his obsession with
bottoms was inherited from his own father, who regularly buggered Mateo's mother
and sisters (as well as numerous servant girls and female visitors) in full view
of the young Mateo. But Mateo added something else to the mix: the act of
defecation that preceded the act itself. Sharing a room in
Thanks to these earliest experiences, in Mateo's
mind, there was an essential connection between sex, sodomy and shit, and one
which he made himself when he lost his virginity. At the age of 17 he responded
to the desperate advances of Carla Deluca, a local girl keen to snare a member
of the wealthy Matassini family for herself. The first time he took her to bed
she realised that he wanted her arse, not her cunt. Of course it never occurred
to Mateo that a woman had any other orifice worth using, but although no
stranger to cocks up her shitter, Carla realised that she was in no fit state to
undergo a bout of sodomy. Perhaps it would be possible, she thought, if a
little messy, but then she caught sight of Mateo's erect penis, 10 inches in
length and too thick to close her fingers around. Mateo had no idea that he was
on the 'monster' side of well hung, because the only cocks he had seen were his
own and his father's (along with occasional paternal uncles who came to spend
quality time with their nieces). She definitely needed to shit first if she was
going to accommodate that enormity in her admittedly well-practised rear. She
attempted to excuse herself for a few moments, but Mateo was impatient and
demanded she void her bowels there and then. She did so, depositing a large
turd on the bed, and was amazed and a little sickened to see her boyfriend
immediately begin licking it, his tongue grazing along the knobbly surface as he
manically jerked his huge cock. Within seconds he was shooting his load, jism
squirting from the tip of his penis in huge steaming gouts onto her still moist
stool. Although now it was Carla who had grown impatient for a buggering, she
knew she had won. She had discovered the young Don Mateo Matassini's weakness,
a weakness that she and only she would be willing and able to indulge. She had
him, if not exactly eating out of the palm of her hand, then eating from
somewhere much more intimate and taboo.
Experimenting with food assiduously, Carla
managed to produce the sort of turds she knew her fiance would enjoy. Luckily
for an Italian village girl, she found that an extremely effective diet made
much of those Italian staples, pasta and cheese. By the time they were married
Carla, through a combination of diet, control of liquid intake and control of
her toilet functions, was producing turds of such girth and length that they
dwarfed her new husband's 'man-sized' logs.
They moved to
The Matassinis were attentive to their children's
bodily functions, and all were trained. Until she reached adolescence,
Francesca thought that all loving fathers helped their daughters on the toilet,
massaging their bellies and 'helping' the turd out with their fingers, tongues
and, later, erect dripping cocks. She also thought that it was usual in all
households to lock the toilets every other day so as to prevent daily bowel
movements and thus produce the firmest, thickest turds. Similarly, Primo and
his brothers assumed all good little Italian boys were circumcised, little
suspecting that their own genital mutilation stemmed from their nymphomaniac
mother's early experiences with itinerant Arab labourers who came to help with
the olive harvest in her girlhood, and that much as she dearly loved her
husband's bowel-stretching prick, she had something of an addiction to cut
cock.
Francesca, ever her mother's daughter, realised
her power over perverted men at the age of 15 when, squatting on the bathroom
floor she saw her father and beloved twin brother almost fight over the turd
that she was shitting for them. She had been buggered for the first time some
months earlier, but she noted that on that occasion that tasting her shit seemed
to act as some kind of aphrodisiac for her father and Primo. By the time she
got to sleep that night she had no fewer than six loads of spunk dripping from
her plundered shithole. After that her mother took her in hand and explained
the secrets of consistent shit quality. By the age of 19, Francesca was feeding
not only her father and twin brother, but Angelo and Mario too. She went to
University, accompanied by Primo who worked in various restaurants to occupy
himself, and studied nutrition, determined to become an expert in 'her field'.
Whilst at University, the twins managed to convert a few friends to their way of
life, but for them it was all consuming. They both took various lovers, but
eventually realised that only each other could satisfy their deepest, darkest
cravings.
Don Mateo Matassini had become one of the most
successful Italian businessmen in Britain, with an empire that extended over a
chain of dry-cleaning businesses, a chain of sex shops (with a special line in
'under the counter' pornography), shares in a several banks, a security firm, a
small and exclusive escort service (for 'special tastes') and a small
trattatoria in Primrose Hill. It was on the eve of her graduation that
Francesca received the news. Her mother and father, the two people who had
taught her to enjoy her body, and indulge her sex drive, were dead. Her
father's business empire, although hardly FTSE100 material, had attracted the
unwanted attention of the Gianni de Costa, a notorious Mafia boss operating from
King's Cross. His protection demands refused, he had shot Francesca's
parents.
At gunpoint, and fooling him that he would be
saving his life, de Costa had forced Mateo Matassini to sign over all his assets
to them. The Mafia, however, had not reckoned upon a woman of Francesca's
tenacity and cunning, and she decided to pursue de Costa through the civil
courts for return of her family's assets. As a woman of, shall we say,
particular talents, she had a wide and socially diverse group of contacts. One
of these was the young judge scheduled to hear the case, Mr Justice Parsons, who
had an addiction to what Francesca could provide. Of course, she did not simply
shit in a man's mouth and consent to be buggered by him for the money, she
didn't need it as her father was a millionaire. She did it for the power. She
did it because it gave her sexual pleasure. And so she set about blackmailing
Julian Parsons.
Parsons was a respectable member of the
establishment,
The premises have since been converted into a new
and very particular kind of eatery. From the street it looks like any other
Italian family restaurant, though without any of the retro or chintzy touches.
There is a bar worked by Angelo, Mario and Bianca are in the kitchen, Tito and
Paola wait at tables and Francesca and Primo are 'the management'. There are
toilets, ladies and gents, but with some unorthodox (and illegal) additions,
namely large numbers of hidden cameras, at the urinals, in the cubicles and in
the bowls themselves. And then there is the 'brown door'. Behind the brown
door lies a complex of rooms three times the size of the restaurant itself.
There is a central lobby, off which are two small 'consulting rooms', a large
play room and several showers. The play room is well equipped with sofas and
couches, all waterproof and washable, and in the centre of the floor is a
drain. On the walls there are brackets for slings, huge canisters for
dispensing lube and cabinets filled with dildoes, butt-plugs, cock rings and
sexual paraphernalia that most people would be hard put to identify. In
addition to these rooms there are several showers, for while the Matassinis may
have incredibly filthy habits, one thing they loath is lack of hygiene in each
other and those they play with. Whilst a fragrant and sweaty muff, oozing with
the spend of an earlier fuck, a tasty armpit dripping with perspiration or a
richly flavoured arsehole of a woman whose delicious turd had been 'touching
cloth' all afternoon can all be extremely erotic, general lack of bodily care
and hygiene is a definite turn off. Getting dirty for sex is one thing, simply
being a lice-teeming scruff-bag is quite another.
The restaurant is profitable, but with so much
money in the bank it is hardly an issue. Pleasure is the purpose. Many
supplies are paid for in kind, and Francesca has this down to a fine art.
Qassim, the young Tunisian who is their dry-goods wholesaler, is also one of the
'initiated' and knocks 25% off his bill in return for a weekly 'gift' from
Paola. This transaction takes place every Wednesday evening. Paola waits for
him in one of the 'consultation rooms', naked, her huge teenage breasts ready
oiled for Qassim to fuck with his massive circumcised prick, then, just as he
reaches the fever pitch of orgasm she squeezes his cock at the root and rolls
onto her front. Qassim then presses his face into her arse-crack and she farts,
hard, by way of aperitif. Then he clamps his lips over her throbbing brown
shithole and she begins to fill his eager mouth with her bitter, brown shit,
allowing him to fellate her log obscenely until he signals that he is ready to
bugger her. And bugger her he does. Her brother Tito, with whom she shares a
bed, is monstrously endowed at 13 inches, but Qassim's dong is even bigger than
that. Often he uses his titanic prick to push the half-shat turd back up into
Paola's rectum, so that he might have the pleasure of having her shit her log
into his mouth over and over again. Sometimes, his shit-lust sated, he buggers
her for upwards of twenty minutes, thrusting his bloated fuckstick into Paola's
sluttish shithole in urgent strokes, squeezing her firm tit-meat until she feels
her breasts might burst. He considers it a badge of macho honour to provide her
with at least five orgasms, often shooting his load and carrying on sodomizing
her immediately if she has experienced fewer. However, with Qassim, she never
has to fake. Not only is Qassim's dick the size of a donkey's but his loads are
legendary, too. His spadge overflows around his shaft and drips down over his
tennis-ball sized bollocks even as he continues to shoot his cream into Paola's
bottom. Sometimes afterwards there is a customer on hand whose dearest wish is
to felch a huge gob of shit-flavoured spunk as it belches obscenely from a
teenage girl's butthole, and Paola usually orgasms again as she feels his (or
her) tongue flutter in her swollen and spermy anus. Otherwise, Paola likes to
shit Qassim's jism into her hands and massage it into her tits before having a
shower and returning to the restaurant.
Other tradesmen are paid in various ways. Ryan
and Steve, the cheeky Cockney builders who did most of the alterations were more
than happy to write off their bill when they realised that the Matassini girls
were willing to provide access to an orifice that their girlfriends had declared
a no-go area. Antonio, the young gay chef who supplies their fresh pasta finds
that the twin cocks of Angelo and Mario in his shit-tube and a thick turd shat
into his mouth by Tito prove a greater reward for his produce than mere
money.
Soon after the restaurant opens, discreet
advertisements are placed. To the untutored eye they look like puffs for any
old restaurant, but for those with 'the taste' they betray a secret meaning,
particularly the line 'special tastes catered for'. Soon word of mouth kicks in
and gentlemen's clubs, gyms and dining tables all over
"Do you mean, the, um, the new one, um, what's it
called?" replies David.
"Well, to some it's di Piaceri, but it has
another name..."
"Stronzo, you mean?"
"So you do know it! I thought as much!" Marcus
exclaims, realising another shared bond between friends.
"Weren't sure if you were, you know, one of us,"
David mumbles.
"Damn right I am," Marcus guffaws, suddenly
checking his volume in the quiet of the restaurant, "Suzanne absolutely loves
it."
"Your wife?"
"God no!" Marcus chokes on a mouthful of Merlot,
"That frigid bitch won't let me within three feet of her
arsehole."
"So your mistress?" David digs for further
information, though suspects that this is not the answer.
"Not exactly...."
"So?"
"Oh come on man, we both know what we're talking
about. You must be taking, um, Belinda is it?"
David feels his cock rise as his daughter's name
is mentioned and blushes, "Yes, that's right. She's at school with your Suzanne
isn't she?"
"Yes," Marcus replies with a conspiratorial wink,
"But your girl is in the year below, I think. You naughty boy."
"She had the wop treatment yet?" enquires David,
his mind immediately filling with images of that Saturday night a month ago when
his buxom 15 year old daughter was buggered by three swarthy Italian cocks in
succession, her tangy shit still filling her father's mouth.
"Christ yes, that's why the little tart is always
pleading with me to take her there."
"And what's in it for you?"
"Same as for you I suspect my
friend...."
"Fudge?"
"The very same," Marcus concurs, his breathing
growing somewhat laboured. "I can have Suzie's arsehole seven days a week, but
it's all thanks to Stronzo that I get her arse-fudge as well now, the little
slut's just so desperate to have those big wop dicks bugger her."
"Francesca's done marvels for Belinda," David
confides to his friend.
"Oh, likewise for Suzie," Marcus
agrees
"What were they like before?"
"Well, delicious enough. After all it is my own
little girl's shit that I'm talking about, but since she's been following
Francesca's diet plan they have been consistently large and firm. She fed me a
13 incher when her mother was at church last weekend. Belinda?"
"Pretty much the same. It hurts her to go to the
loo now sometimes because her turds are so big."
"Fuck," Marcus sighs.
"Yes, quite," David agrees. "Actually, she laid
a pretty hefty cable this morning before I buggered her."
"Really?" Marcus probes for further information,
his cock hardening by the second. "A big solid one?"
"I'll say!" David laughs, checking his volume
once more, "No wonder I couldn't get my prick up her until she'd shat it out.
Grunted like fuck when she was shitting it - about 9 inches of thick meaty turd
- but it opened her anus perfectly for my cock. Unfortunately we had to be
quick because my wife was about."
"Sounds delightful," Marcus muses, his mind
picturing David's slim, big-titted daughter pushing out a big stinking loaf for
her Daddy, "I hope you managed to eat it."
"No time sadly. I like to savour her shit at my
leisure if I can, though I had a good few licks, obviously," David replies,
blushing slightly, "But actually it was so incredibly firm and solid that I
managed to push it up my arse."
"God that's horny," Marcus says breathing
heavily, his dick rigid in his suit trousers, "Have you shat it out
yet?"
"Not yet. I was planning to enjoy that after
lunch, as a sort of pudding, especially prepared by Belinda."
Holding that thought both men decide to retire to
David's office for a spot of 'recreation'.
Half an hour later, David's office door securely
locked and his secretary briefed to hold all calls, the two men are both naked,
unashamedly displaying their gym-toned bodies and large erections. After
carefully spreading a plastic sheet on the floor David lies on his desk, his
chiselled buttocks over the edge and his knees pulled back. Marcus kneels in
front licking his lips in anticipation and wanking his fat circumcised cock as
he studies David's hairy brown pucker intently. After struggling with his
sexual identity for all of 5 seconds he decides that an arsehole is an arsehole
and he begins to rim his friend's raunchy butthole like a starving man. And
after all, added to incest and coprophilia, a bit of man-sex doesn't seem much
of a perversion. For David, the mere thought that his rectum is packed with his
beautiful daughter's hot poo is almost enough to make him come, but Marcus's hot
lips and probing tongue push him close to the edge. With a deep groan of
satisfaction David shits Belinda's greasy turd into his colleague's mouth.
Marcus eagerly deepthroats the bitter cylinder of crap, holding it carefully in
his mouth as he gets to his feet. His friend's filthy shit-socket is too
tempting a target and he thrusts his stiff fuck-pole all the way into David's
guts and begins to buttfuck him, delighted to feel the warm solidity of a column
of man-shit further up his shit pipe. As they fuck, the two men pass Belinda's
shit-log between their mouths, greedily sucking, licking and chewing until
Marcus shoots his jism into David's shitter. He withdraws his shit-smeared
prick and almost immediately a splattering spermy fart rips out of David's
fucked out arsehole, closely followed by a steaming, foot-long turd of his own
rich, pungent shit.
Panting, their shit-lust sated for the moment,
the two men make for the en suite bathroom in David's office and shower. By
the time they emerge the plan is hatched. Both Marcus and David will contrive
to be at the Stronzo on the same evening and then book into a hotel with an
understanding housekeeper where they can slake their lust with each other's
teenage daughters.At a supper party for three 'yummy mummies' in
Islington, Sasha, Kate and Bella have one two many glasses of Chardonnay and get
onto the subject of sex. 'Normal sex' naturally turns to the subject of kinky
sex. All three of them, they discover, have discovered the joys of a Matassini
salami in the behind. Kate ups the ante by commenting that the Stronzo
'chocolate pudding' is divine. Sasha's reaction is noncommittal, but the look
of undisguised deviant lust in Bella's eyes is enough to tell Kate that Bella
does not only go to the Stronzo for the buggery. When Sasha leaves, Kate and
Bella can hardly contain themselves and within seconds of the front door closing
they are writhing naked in Kate's marital bed, the lush blonde locks of Bella's
muff mulching with the black hair of Kate's.
"Are you full?" Kate asks her best
friend.
"Fraid not," replies Bella, blushing in shame, "I
shat an absolute monster earlier but I fed it to Ben before I came here. It
really fired him up; he shot two loads up my dumper and ate practically the
whole of my log."
"Wicked. So nothing left at all?"
"No, sorry. Maybe a few drips of Ben's spunk,
but otherwise nothing. What about you?"
"Well," Kate began, "I'm totally packed. I've
been holding onto this load for two days, so it's going to be big. I can feel
it. In fact I'm practically touching silk." Bella licks her lips as Kate
continues, "Since Simon and I started going to Stronzo our turds have been
amazing. I swear some of Simon's logs are more like fucking marrows than
turds."
"God, that's so fucking horny," moans Bella as
she frigs the hairy pit of her cunt. "Where do you take them?"
"Well Simon likes mine in his mouth, and I take
his between my tits usually," Kate tells her, gently cupping her fat,
stiff-nippled tits, "But best of all I like them up my cunt. The cleanup is a
nightmare, but the orgasms are amazing!"
"Don't I know it!" agrees Bella, shivering at the
memory of that first dazzling epiphany when Ben took her to the Stronzo and had
Angelo Matassini deliver a massive, hard turd straight into the seething core of
his wife's furry wet cunt before buttfucking her with his enormous Italian
schlong. "Please Kate, give me your shit. I can't wait any longer. Fill my
fanny with your fudge."
"Well I was saving this load for Simon, but I'd
say your need is greater," Kate laughs, "But I've got a better idea anyway.
Have you been introduced to 'brown docking' at the Stronzo?"
Bella shakes her head and looks
quizzical.
"Well, relax and learn darling," Kate says softly
as she pushes her friends knees back so that her puckered shithole is rudely
bared. Kate licks her lips at the sight of Bella's most intimate orifice.
Whereas Kate's anus is deep brown and surrounded by the nether locks of her
black pubes, Bella's is demurely pink, perfectly hairless and tightly puckered.
Greedily she kisses Bella's shithole and thrusts her tongue into the centre.
Bella gasps with pleasure and bears down with her shitting muscles to admit the
tongue, farting forcefully in the process and sending a gout of Ben's flavourful
spadge into Kate's mouth.
After a protracted period of deep anal tonguing,
Kate straps a menacing large rubber cock to her muff and presses the fat
bell-end against Bella's spit-lubed shit-ring as she lubes the shaft and
prepares to bugger her. Desperate to have her shit-tube filled with Kate's
silicon dong, Bella pushed her buttocks forward and pooches out her arsehole
around the tip of the toy, farting noisily. The fragrance of Bella's hot,
shitty farts filling Kate's nostrils reminds Kate of her own pressing need to
defecate and she feels the mass of warm shit in her rectum weigh heavily on her
straining sphincter. Slowly she pushes forward with the fake cock and watches
her toy disappear slowly into the hungry arse of her perverted girlfriend. She
hears the front door open and close and then Simon's footsteps on the
stairs.
"Hello darling," she says brightly, kissing his
wife's cheek and squeezing her tit, as if it is the most natural thing in the
world for a man to return home and find his wife in the middle of an act of
lesbian buggery. Reaching under Kate's bottom, he strokes her sweaty arsehole
and pushes a finger inside, sighing with pleasure as he feels the tip of a large
and very firm turd. "Mind if I join in? I've always wanted to fuck Bella in
the crapper."
Moments later Simon is feeding his bloated prick
into Bella's gaping shithole and begins to bugger her vigorously as Kate covers
her hand in a generous quantity of lube. She tells Simon that she is planning
to introduce Bella to brown docking and the prospect of seeing that obscene act
makes Simon ejaculate forcefully into Bella's bowels. Working quickly as
Bella's anus gapes obscenely from the buggering, Kate begins to work her fingers
and thumb into her arse. It's not the first time that Bella has taken a fist in
her bottom, but the exertion of taking Kate's hand anally makes her grunt and
moan. When Kate feels the rim of Bella's muscular butthole grip her wrist she
tells Simon to get ready. Sweating profusely and biting her lip in
concentration and exertion, Kate begins to shit her massive Stronzo-induced turd
into Simon's waiting hands, who is himself barely able to believe quite how
thick and heavy it is.
"Okay," Kate pants lustfully,
"Now!"
She removes her fist from Bella's churning
crapper and Simon quickly slides the rock-hard choad into her gaping,
sperm-drenched tunnel. The sensation of having a steaming hot turd pushed into
her well-buggered and fisted rear sends Bella over the edge and she comes
violently, juices squirting from her cunt and drenching Kate and
Simon.
"Fuck, Kate, this is so fucking horny, getting my
dirtbox packed with your big turd!" Bella moans, frigging her pussy, "I just
wish I had one in my gob as well."
"That can be arranged," Simon says, his voice
thick with lust, "But if you thought the one up your bum was big, then think
again." And with that he squats over Bella's face and groans with delight as he
feels her delicate tongue graze his hairy butthole and prepares to give Bella
the precious cargo of firm manshit that he had been saving for his beloved
wife.In these and in countless other scenarios, the
influence of the Matassinis is being felt all over the capital, and indeed the
country.
Tonight, Friday, is one of the Matassinis'
busiest evenings and almost everyone in the restaurant is eating from the 'brown
menu'. There may be some fun after hours tonight, but most of the customers are
here to prepare themselves for a Saturday night session of filthy bum fun. The
expert advice of the Matassinis ensures that they will have what they desire.
Francesca serves a couple of newcomers first of all, a couple in their
twenties. The girl is blonde and very beautiful. She is also very pregnant.
She is wearing a low-cut top which stretches over her large breasts and swollen
belly. Her nipples are massively erect. The couple's names, she sees from the
reservation list, are Jessica and Neil, presumably married. They have arrived
early, so are obviously very keen.
"How can I help you?" Francesca says sweetly,
"Are you looking for a particular, um, result?"
Jessica blushes before saying quietly, "He likes
to watch me go before he buggers me..."
"Go?" Francesca asks, "You mean have a
shit?"
"Yes," Jessica confirms, looking downwards and
blushing furiously.
"And what sort of turd would it turn you on to
see Jessica shitting?" Now it is Neil's turn to blush.
"Um, I don't know," Neil mumbles, "Quite a big
one I guess, quite firm."
"Oh yes, they are the best kind," Francesca says
as if she is discussing something perfectly innocent, "And do you like to eat
Jessica's turds as well, Neil?"
"Oh God no! That's just too much," Jessica
exclaims, but Francesca can see from the pleading look in Neil's eyes that
eating Jessica's arse-sludge is exactly what Neil wants to do, "But I agree with
Neil. Something that will stretch my bottom would be good because my brother is
quite large. Larger than my husband anyway."
Francesca raises an eyebrow. Somehow they look
too innocent to be indulging in incest, sodomy, adultery and scat. Looking
around she notices that the restaurant is otherwise empty and she decides to
have some fun with the naive pair.
"Well, Neil, it would be very helpful if I could
have a look at your penis to get an idea of the sort of size we are talking
about, and Jessica, I'd like my brother Primo to examine one of your stools so
we can decide how to firm them up a bit. Are you able to shit right
now?"
"Yes," Jessica say, flustered and rather turned
on at the thought of letting the handsome Italian watch her squeeze one out. "I
think I can."
"Excellent," Francesca says, having a quiet word
with Primo, "Come this way."
Alone with Neil in one of the consulting rooms,
Francesca asks him, "Is there something I can do to help you get hard, Neil?
You can suck my tits if you like, or lick my cunt, or if you'd prefer you could
rim me...." Unsurprisingly, Neil elects to rim her, greedily Frenching the
Italian woman's throbbing anus, his tongue swirling around her shit-ring,
digging for her dirt as he reaches around to frig Francesca's monstrously hairy
fanny. After several minutes of fevered rimming, Neil gets to his feet and
Francesca kisses him, desperate for a taste of her own anus on his tongue, as
she unzips his flies and lifts out his very stiff cock. Jessica is right to say
that it's large, but were she used to the massive butt-battering weapons of the
Matassini boys, she might have modified her opinion. Still, Neil's prick is
larger than average and very thick at the base. Kneeling before him, Francesca
skins back his tool and takes the bloated helmet into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she coos, detecting the unmistakable
earthy flavour of someone's bowels clinging to the glans, "This has been up
Jessica's bottom, hasn't it Neil?"
"Yes, just before we left my flat to come here,"
admits Neil, blushing again.
"It's okay, don't be embarrassed," Francesca
reassures him, slowly masturbating his hardon, "Sometimes my brothers are so
desperate to get up my shitter that they take me without
warning."
"It's not like that," Neil say, blushing again
and hesitating, "It's Jess. She's the one who's always horny for a buggering.
She practically forces me into it. She's even randier for it since she got
pregnant as well."
"And how does she 'force' you?" Francesca
chuckles.
"She just shoves her naked bum in my face, you
know, and pulls her cheeks open...."
"Then what does she do?"
"She just pouts with her hole. It's not often I
can resist that. But sometimes she'll blow a fart, or tease me by showing me
the tip of her turd because she knows that I'm obsessed by her
bum."
"I bet you are," mused Francesca, realising with
that here was yet another sexy woman who had managed to totally enslave her
lover, in this case her own brother, using only her magnificent bottom. "And
you want to eat her turds, don't you?"
"Fuck yes," Neil panted, "Like crazy. I've had a
few out of the toilet and I've managed a few crafty licks, but I really want to
get one straight in my gob so I can eat it while I'm buggering
her."
"Well, let's see how your sister is getting on
with my brother, shall we?" Francesca suggests, and flicks a switch on a nearby
monitor. Immediately the screen in filled with the sordid details next door.
Jessica is almost naked and she is squatting over a steel kidney dish, cupping
her generous boobs and tweaking her pale, fat nipples. Behind her squats Primo,
pulling Jessica's buttocks apart and stroking her straining shit-pucker, his
thick, curved cock released from his black trousers and leaking pearlescent
pre-come onto the floor. Francesca continues to wank Neil as they watch Jessica
defecate into the dish, Francesca noting with delight that like herself, Jessica
keeps her thick, honey-coloured bush untrimmed. The turd she shits is fat and
firm-looking and Francesca sees from Primo's expression that his shit-lust is
beginning to kick in and she worries that he may not keep to the plan. But then
she is relieved to see Primo take the dish, examine to log briefly, make a show
of measuring its length and girth and then place it in a small cupboard on the
wall. Francesca walks over to the corresponding cupboard in her room and brings
the steaming gift over to Neil.
"It's rather a good one," Francesca says
approvingly as she examines Jessica's turd, lying in a pool of the jism that
Neil had pumped up her bottom earlier in the evening. "Quite large and firm,
and tasty too, I bet."
She lifts the thick log from its dish and offers
it to Neil, who grasps it with a trembling hand and brings it to his lips and
begins to fellate his sister's dump like a huge shit-cock. On the screen they
see Jessica bend over and brace herself as Primo presses the tip of his
glistening prick against her turd-hole and pushes every fat inch into her guts.
The sexual mind-fuck of watching his heavily pregnant sister being buggered by
an eleven inch prick while he tastes her dung AND gets sucked off by a
big-titted Italian slut is enough to make Neil come in seconds, his scalding
jism shooting down Francesca's throat. And yet, as Francesca has seen in so
many men before, his sister's waste is his drug of choice and Neil maintains his
erection and Francesca is able to suck him to another, and then a third orgasm
by the time he has consumed every last morsel of Jessica's butt-fudge. She is
pleased. Another few lessons at the Stronzo and Francesca has little doubt that
in no time at all Neil will be eating directly from his sister's lovely
arsehole.
Once Jessica and Neil return to their table, with
Neil's appetite somewhat decreased and Jessica's bottom leaking cooling semen
into her silk panties, the restaurant begins to fill up for what is Stronzo's
busiest night. Most are regulars and the Matassinis know their needs and
kinks. Mostly they are professional young couples preparing for a weekend of
dirtier than usual anal fun. Their experience of shit-play varies. Some enjoy
the sensation of sodomy with a full rectum, some just like to watch their lover
defecate, others get off on the scent or texture of a turd, others find the
taste erotic and some are so obsessed with it that they are unable to climax
without involving shit in their sex lives. Whatever their particular scat kink,
Francesca is able to 'prescribe' a course of action that will maximize the
experience.Simon Everett is dining with his girlfriend
Lucy. Like many of the couples who patronise Stronzo, few would suspect them of
harbouring dark perversions. Simon works in the City, and Lucy, who is the
daughter of a vicar, studies fashion. They appear to be a normal, albeit
extremely attractive, young couple, but when they make love they like to get
dirty. Very dirty. Their shared obsession with shit came almost by accident,
during a camping trip in the Lake District. With no toilets available they had
to relieve themselves in the open air, squatting behind bushes. Lucy soon
realised that watching her boyfriend's hairy ringpiece bloom open as a thick,
dark log descended from between his muscular buns made her feel unbearably
horny, and Simon had similar feeling as he watched her evacuate her bowels.
Back in London the young lovers discovered the thrill of genuine fudge-packing.
Lucy had more orgasms than she could ever remember as Simon's cock stretched her
bottom and then pushed the turd he encountered in her rectum back into her. It
was like being fucked by a twenty inch cock! After Simon ejaculated into her
bottom and withdrew his (very dirty) cock, nature kicked in and Lucy couldn't
help herself, piss squirting from her hairy, fat-lipped cunt as an enormous
spermy log slithered from her plundered anus and landed on the bed with a thud.
Simon was so turned on by the deliciousness of seeing his girlfriend defecate at
close quarters that he came a second time, festooning Lucy's impressive
bowel-movement with ropes of pearly jism.
The nature of their preferred mode of scat sex
calls for different diets tonight. Tomorrow night, a rubber sheet on their bed,
Simon will squat over his girlfriend and shit a huge, coiling rope of soft shit
onto Lucy's firm young breasts, spreading it over her tits and belly with his
hands. And then he will bugger her, her crap-smeared jugs in his hands, his
cock driving a large and very hard turd deeper into her bottom. He will come
quite quickly, but the rich smell and greasy texture of his own shit coating
Lucy's bosoms will bring him back to hardness in no time, and then, two or three
times he will empty his large, hairy balls into Lucy's full rectum before
settling back on his haunches to watch his girlfriend shit a slippery and
painfully thick log from her lovely bottom.
Simon and Lucy are just discovering the intense
pleasure that dirty sodomy can bring, but under her expert guidance, Francesca
has little doubt that one day soon Simon will take things to the next stage and
impulsively clamp his lips to Lucy's freshly buggered arsehole and leave her
with little choice but to feed him her rich brown gift. And from that moment,
even if it results the first time in retching and nausea, Francesca knows that
he will be hooked.Stephen Patterson, like several of the diners
this evening, has brought his daughter, Philippa. Philippa looks considerably
older than her 16 years, probably on account of her incredible E-cup tits. They
look so large on her slim, girlish body that most people assume she has had
implants. However, most of the Matassinis have had the pleasure of kneading
that magnificent teenage tit-meat in their hands and know that Philippa's teats
are very real indeed. The only silicon inside Philippa's body at the moment is
in the form of a large butt-plug that is stretching her ringpiece and holding in
the massive tube of shit that is filling her rectum.
At an early age, Philippa realised that the route
to her sexual pleasure was via her bottom. She liked to masturbate on the
toilet, stroking her dripping twat as she let a mammoth log drop slowly from her
backside and into the water beneath, loving the sensation of her anus stretching
around the girth of a firm turd. She began to prolong the pleasure of these
sessions by kneeling with her breasts pressed to her bed and her buttocks
splayed wide apart. Then, as she frigged her juicy minge, she would force a
turd part-way out of her bottom, panting as the stool stretched her ring, before
relaxing her shitting muscles and sucking the turd back into the welcoming heat
of her rectum before the repeating the process all over again. She continued
this process over and over for hours at a time, wanking her hole with her own
turd until she could hold onto it no longer and allowed it to exit her bottom
completely and drop onto the waiting towel she had carefully spread between her
knees.
Unfortunately, after the ecstasy of an incredibly
full rectum came the agony of the emptiness. Philippa had quite simply become
addicted to having her bottom packed. Sometimes, the turd might be firm enough
to push back up into her pliant dump-hole. She would hold onto her turds for
days, luxuriating in the sensation of having her bowels packed with a huge
volume of firm shit. But she soon found that other objects could fill her
shitter just as satisfyingly. Soon, no phallic object in the house was safe
from Philippa's voracious arse. Her father noticed large screwdrivers going
missing, only to reappear some days later, their bulbous handles mysteriously
greasy. Her mother was at a loss to understand what happened to large numbers
of carrots, cucumbers, salamis and once, even a butternut squash that seemed to
disappear from the fridge. And naturally, when Philippa started sweating and
trembling at the supper table, her mother assumed her daughter was suffering
from the rapid onset of a fever. No mother would ever imagine that such a
phenomenon was actually an intense orgasm brought on by the eight inch carrot
that Philippa had stuffed up her bottom before the meal.
Eventually she plucked up the courage to ask her
seventeen year old brother Jonathan to buy her a proper dildo for her fourteenth
birthday. This he did with pleasure, on the condition that he could watch her
use it. The first time he watched her use a dildo the sight of her sprawled
nude on her bed, her long chestnut hair trailed over her pillows, her tits
already full C-cups and capped with large pink nipples, was so erotic that he
had to get his prick out and masturbate. But what wowed him more than anything
was her fanny. Jonathan's redheaded girlfriend Becky had a sparse patch of
wispy ginger pubes, but his sister, even at 14, had a forest between her legs.
After slathering the dildo with lube Jonathan was surprised to see Philippa
direct it not at her hairy cunt as he had expected, but at the prominent brown
ring of her arsehole. Grunting a little, Philippa pushed the fake cock against
her shithole and, kinkily aroused by the loud fart that accompanied the act,
pushed the glans past her well-practised sphincter and into her bottom. The
ease with which Philippa accommodated the rubber phallus in her back-passage
amazed Jonathan. He had tried to fuck Becky's back door on several occasions,
and despite their mutual desire for sodomy, they had always been unsuccessful,
Becky eventually complaining that he was too big. And yet here was his baby
sister, four years younger than his cock hungry-girlfriend, fucking her own
shithole with a rubber dick considerably larger than Jonathan's thick eight
incher with sluttish ease!
The pure unbridled horniness of seeing his
younger sister bugger her own shit-trench was enough to make Jonathan throw all
fraternal propriety to the wind. Hot with lust, he stripped naked and joined
his equally naked sister on the bed. Pressing his face into the forest of her
cunt he began to lick her dripping sex hungrily, his tongue lashing the fat lips
of her vulva, plunging into the seething core of her twat and then flicking his
tongue up towards her swollen clitoris. He lapped her sweet cunt for almost
half an hour, his face smothered by Philippa's dense, sopping bush, his lust at
fever pitch thanks to the huge dildo slurping and squelching in her turd-hole.
Unable to resist his sodomistic urges any longer, Jonathan pulled this slippery
rubber dong from Philippa's spastic shithole and, grasping the round cheeks of
her young bottom, thrust his tongue urgently into her slack crap-hole,
delighting in the forbidden flavour of his sister's bowels. After several
minutes of oral sodomy, Jonathan aimed his achingly hard dick at Philippa's
fucked-out bumhole, sank it into her crapper to the balls and began to bugger
her.
That weekend the randy siblings took advantage of
their parents absence and had anal sex all over the house. Jonathan managed to
sodomise her thirteen times in just forty-eight hours and still she would have
taken more. She even woke him up at night, itching for a buggering from her big
brother's beautiful fat cock. After that first lust-crazed shagathon, they
continued to have anal sex. Except when she was 'saving up a load' for some fun
later, Jonathan buggered his sister almost daily. When their eldest brother Joe
came home from university he, too, proved easy to seduce and soon she became
adept at taking both her brothers' dicks in her fudger at the same time.
Philippa was in heaven. Not only did both of her hunky brothers service her
shitter on a regular basis, but Jonathan frequently brought friends home to
bugger her as well. Her bottom couldn't have been more contented. But after
several months, disaster struck. Jonathan left home to go to university. Faced
with long weeks of stretching her insatiable arsehole with nothing more than her
toys and her own huge turds, Philippa realised that she had to set about
seducing her father.
That, as it turned out, proved to be remarkably
easy, largely because Stephen Patterson had recently been developing a taste for
the brown stuff, specifically Philippa's brown stuff, and it was Philippa's
skill in delaying defecation that was the key. Like many fathers of sexy
teenage girls, Stephen derived enormous sexual pleasure from sniffing his
daughter's used knickers, breathing in the musky aroma of her young cunt as he
masturbated his stiff, dripping cock. But he found that his pleasure was
heightened considerably when her panties had skid marks in them. And a girl
such as Philippa, who took such enormous pleasure is both holding onto her waste
and feeling her butt-hole flex around a turd, tended to soil her knickers more
than most girls of her age. She also loved to avoid using the toilet for two or
three days at a time, enjoying the sensation of her bowels forming her shit into
a mammoth choad that would stretch her anus to unimaginable proportions. This
meant that her logs were frequently gigantic and often blocked the toilet. At
first Stephen found the job of unblocking it rather disgusting, but gradually he
found himself becoming fascinated, aroused even, by his daughter's bowel
movements. How could a petite girl of fifteen produce turds of such
flabbergasting proportions? He found himself thinking lewd thoughts about
Philippa: sitting on the toilet, perhaps naked, her big tits sweating with
exertion, her tiny anus stretching beyond belief as she laid a fat cable of
shit, farting and grunting as she did so. Stephen's fantasies got progressively
dirtier, and he found himself masturbating over her freshly shat logs, his mind
spinning at the thought of his daughter evacuating her bowels, until the day
when he was so overcome by lust that he thrust his hand into the water and
lifted out one of Philippa's turds. It was a magnificent specimen, still warm
from Philippa's back-passage, at least a foot long, impressively fat in girth
and incredibly firm. His hand trembling, he brought Philippa's log to his face
and inhaled deeply, allowing the taboo fragrance of his daughter's stinking crap
to fill his nostrils. To his surprise he felt no disgust, only a sudden and
heady rush of euphoria. Tentatively, he licked the blunt tip of Philippa's
bowel movement, savouring the bitter flavour, and then thrust the hot log into
his mouth, sucking on it like a cock before he bit off a chuck and began chewing
it. Stephen wanked his fat tool furiously, his mouth full of his beautiful
daughter's stinking arse-fudge, groaning throatily as he squirted thick gouts of
spunk over the two fat logs that remained in the toilet.
Philippa was pleased that her father, in the
madness of his shitlust, had forgotten to close the bathroom door. Although
somewhat shocked to see her father sucking on her turd, she was even more
shocked when she saw the size of the prick he was fisting. Philippa's father
had an enormous dong! She knew that Joe were Jonathan big boys, but her Dad had
to be even bigger, perhaps ten inches. She had to snare him, and her shit would
be the bait.
One morning, when Stephen Patterson emerged from
the shower, Philippa was waiting outside in her bathrobe, wanting to use the
toilet. Even the thought of Philippa shitting out a monster turd was enough to
make Stephen's prick stiffen. He lay on his bed and thought of his daughter.
Several minutes later Philippa came shyly into his bedroom, her lip trembling,
looking as if she was about to cry. Instinctively he hugged his daughter and
stroked her hair.
"What's the matter, precious?" he asked, kissing
her beautiful face.
"It's a bit embarrassing," she whimpered, "I
can't poo."
"Are you constipated, darling?" she asked,
stroking her firm young bottom.
"I think I must be," Philippa replied, noting
with pleasure the visible hardness of her Daddy's prick. "I can feel that it's
a really big one, but I can't push it out. Will you help me?"
And so, moments later, Stephen Patterson found
himself kneeling behind his 15 year old daughter in the bathroom. Philippa
removed her robe, displaying her naked body, before bending over the bath and
spreading her perfect buttocks to display her lewdly puckering shithole.
Stephen gingerly touched his daughter's wrinkled brown hole with his fingertips,
pressing down on the sweaty ring of muscle and pinching the prominent rim.
Craning his neck forward, Stephen inhaled the spicy scent of Philippa's bottom
for a moment before covering her anus with his lips and kissing the mouth of her
bottom passionately, forcing his tongue into her back passage and savouring the
earthy taste of her shit-walls. When Philippa's ringpiece was good and wet
Stephen pushed a finger gently up inside, soon adding a second.
"Can you feel it, Daddy?" Philippa asked,
breathless in her excitement.
"Yes darling," Stephen replied, now naked and
shamelessly fisting his massive cock, "and it's a really big
one."
"Stretch my bottom as wide as you can, Daddy,"
she groaned before adding, "Oh yes! Just like that Daddy. It's like being
buttfucked."
"And how would you know about that?" Stephen
asked his daughter in feigned anger, "Have you ever been buttfucked? Well? Have
you?"
"Yes, Daddy," Philippa admitted, her rubbery anal
mouth stretched open by three of her father's fingers. "Lots of
times."
"Who?" her father demanded, now at the peak of
arousal after his daughter's dirty confession, "Which disgusting pervert have
you been letting stick his cock into your pretty little bottom? Tell
me."
"Jonathan, Daddy," Philippa revealed, "Before he
went to university he buggered me every day. Well, except when I was saving up
my poo."
"Saving it up? Whatever do you
mean?"
"Well sometimes I don't shit for a few days. I
hold it in my bottom so that my turds get really big. Then they really stretch
my hoop when I shit them."
"You perverted little bitch," Stephen exclaimed,
part horrified by his daughter's sluttishness but mainly very turned
on.
"I must be. I just love things in my bottom.
Fingers, toys, turds, cocks; big ones."
"And is Jonathan's cock a big one,
Philippa?"
"Quite big," she replied, "But Joe's is
bigger."
"Fuck! You dirty little nympho! Are you telling
me he's buggered you as well?"
"Oh yes," Philippa said proudly, "Loads of
times. I've even had Jonathan and Joe up my bum at the same
time."
"Fucking hell!" Stephen could barely believe what
he was hearing and turned on beyond belief by the thought of his sons anally
fucking their younger sister. "Just up your bum or in your hairy little fanny
as well?"
"Just the bum. I think I'm addicted to bum-sex.
Most of Jonathan's friends have bummed me, and some of the boys and teachers at
school too..." Philippa frigged her cunt as she told her father all the juicy
details before adding, "Oh fuck! Daddy! I'm about to shit!"
"Let me have it darling, give that big painful
log to Daddy," Stephen panted as he removed his slippery fingers from Philippa's
shithole and lowering his face between her wide-stretched buttocks. As
Stephen's face was blasted by a couple of hot farts he thrust his tongue into
his daughter's filthy shit-tunnel, making her come by fluttering his tongue
inside her distended anus. Almost immediately he felt his tongue butt against
the blunt tip of Philippa's huge loaf of arse-fudge, pushing him out of her
backside. Stephen sat back on his heels and watched in a mixture of awe and
lust as the tip of a glistening turd emerged from his teenage daughter's anus,
stretching it impossibly wide. In no time at all about eight fat inches of
girl-turd were sticking horizontally from Philippa's pretty butthole. Stephen
cupped the monster log in his hand, urging Philippa to keep
pushing.
"It is a big one?" Philippa asked, between her
unladylike grunts. The question was unnecessary, because the messages coming
from the nerve endings in Philippa's butthole told her that it was
enormous.
"Fuck, Darling, it's massive," Stephen panted as
he greedily licked the steaming column of dung that now extended a good foot
from Philippa's bottom, "It's such a big, sexy turd."
Finally, Philippa's arsehole pinched off the end
of her shit-log and Stephen was left cradling its tremendous steaming weight in
his hand, desperately wanting to thrust the fresh, bitter crap into his mouth,
but Philippa had a more pressing need to attend too.
"My bottom feels so empty, Daddy," she whined,
"Will you stretch it again."
"You gorgeous little bitch," her father chuckled,
slipping a finger into her clammy anal passage as he gently laid her turd on the
floor, "You're such a dirty anal slut."
"Bugger me Daddy," Philippa pleaded, "Slam that
huge dick into your daughter's dirty shithole and buttfuck her like she
deserves."
Stephen's cock was harder than it had ever been
as he pressed his helmet into the throbbing core of Philippa's arse and pushed,
amazed at the ease with which his shaft was swallowed by his 15 year old
daughter's clasping rectum.
"Fucking hell, Philippa," Stephen groaned at he
began to sodomise his daughter, "There's still shit up your bottom. Daddy can
feel another lovely big log right up your shitter."
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Philippa gasped, "You're
so huge in my shitter Daddy, you've got such a massive cock. This is heaven.
Getting my shit packed by my own Dad! Oh fuck, I'm going to
come."
"Yes baby," her father panted into her ear,
squeezing her huge norks with his shitty hands and tugging hard at her nipples,
"Squeeze Daddy's cock like it was a huge, fat turd."
The spasms of Philippa's orgasming rectum sent
Stephen over the edge and soon he was shooting his spunk into her
shit.
"Squeeze tight darling, clench your shithole,"
Stephen told his daughter as he withdrew his soiled, softening penis from
Philippa's turd tunnel. He then lay back on the floor and pulled Philippa's
hips so that she was squatting over his face, thick sperm dripping from her
quoit. Inhaling the rich scent of his daughter's plundered pooper, Stephen
flicked his tongue across her tightly clenched arsehole and then said, "Okay
darling, now give Daddy everything."
Immediately Philippa relaxed her rectal muscles
and forced a hot gob of shit-flavoured jism into her father's mouth and she saw
that his prick stiffened in response. Philippa began to masturbate her father's
hardening fuck-rod and felt another turd breach her bottom hole. She felt her
father tongue tease the rim on her super-stretched shit-ring and she realised he
was licking the emerging torpedo of shit that she was passing. Philippa looked
between her legs and saw that her father had bitten of the fat end of her log
and was chewing it eagerly. Slowly she fed him more of her stinking butt-bomb
and felt Stephen's scalding come spatter on her tits and face in response. Bit
by bit she fed her father her own shit, fresh and hot from her sexy bottom, all
the time wanking his huge soiled dick for him. Finally Philippa sensed that she
had less than six inches of crap left inside her, so she let the whole log drop
into his mouth. Her choad filled her father's mouth, touching the back of his
throat, and she was rewarded with another blast of hot, creamy spadge that his
throbbing cock spat over her massive tits. Like, no doubt many men would be
after him, Stephen was in thrall to Philippa's bottom and her huge, firm
turds.
Since that morning father and daughter have
fucked daily. Once a week, sometimes twice, Philippa satisfies her father's
hunger for her waste by shitting into his mouth, but the rest of the time she
prefers to be dominated by him, being his sexual plaything. It is the perfect
symbiosis: Stephen loves shit, Philippa provides it; Philippa has an insatiable
appetite for being buggered, Stephen loves to bugger her. He loves to watch
Philippa being buggered by her brothers and by other men too. He encourages
Philippa to let the boys at school sodomise her, on condition that she plugs her
anus immediately after and hurries home to feed him every drop of the virile
young jizz that they have shot into her dirtbox, farting and shitting the
slippery semen of up to a dozen rampant youths into her father's mouth as she
tells him all the lewd details of her most recent buggering. Tonight he has
brought her to the Stronzo to prepare her for a session the following evening
with one of Stephen's PR clients, Abdullah bin Yasin, a hugely endowed Arab
Prince with a voracious appetite for teenage girls' shit. He has joined Stephen
and Philippa for the evening, along with his own teenage daughter, Rania.
Rania's huge coffee coloured breasts are, if anything, even larger than
Philippa's immense knockers, and Francesca Matassini can tell from the way she
is squirming on her chair that her bottom, like Philippa's, is being stretched
with a butt-plug. Philippa has already told her new friend about her recent
sixteenth birthday party which was held at the Stronzo, when all the Matassini
brothers buggered her, filling her bowels with spunk, before Bianca Matassini
forced one of her own rock hard turds into her rectum so that she could feed her
father when they returned home. As a result the young Arabian girl's knickers
are already sopping wet, her thick black pubes matted with her own arousal and
her shit-ring spasming around the huge silicon plug that her father inserted
this afternoon.Francesca and Primo Matassini greet their diners
and show them to their tables, people they know intimately. Selena Byfield
arrives with her teenage son Sebastian and daughter Emily. Normally her husband
Gerry would be with them, but he's at a conference in Geneva. Selena and Emily
are consummate shit-sluts, throwing themselves into filthy sex with an abandon
that leaves even Francesca open-mouthed with wonder. Tomorrow night Emily will
shit onto her mother's tits and then Sebastian will shit an enormous hard turd
into Selena's hairy wet cunt. Then, her legs trembling with lust, Emily will
lower her greedy vadge onto the protruding portion of her brother's log and
mother and daughter will fuck their sopping pussies together on Sebastian's shit
dildo, mashing Emily's softer crap between their tits, while Sebastian uses his
elder sister's turd-chute for his pleasure.
The watchword of the Stronzo is discretion. All
patrons are carefully screened and issued with membership cards, with personal
recommendation being the only way to get a table at the Stronzo nowadays. The
more high-profile customers, mostly aristocrats and celebrities, need to be
certain that news of their various shit and buggery fetishes will not reach the
more tawdry national newspapers, as some of them are very high-profile indeed.
Many patrons of the Stronzo are Americans who find the European fetish scene
refreshingly more perverted and liberating than that at home. The petite
pornstar Taylor Rain, for example, is a frequent visitor, astounding everyone
with the sheer size of the huge hard grogans she manages to force out of her
tight brown anus; no doubt the secret of her rubbery and capacious anus.
Angelina Jolie is another celebrity whose particular fetishes can only be fully
explored in the incomparable surroundings of the Stronzo. Suffice it to say
that poor Jennifer didn't have a hope after the night when Angelina grunted out
a huge steaming shit torpedo onto Brad's chest and demanded a buggering from
him. Closer to home, at least one Spice Girl is a regular, having been
converted to shit sex by an extremely well-hung and very perverted gigolo she
hired in Morocco. She is most often to be seen with two big-dicked, Latino
dancers as part of a 'shit sandwich': lying on her back and frigging her
squelching ginger minge as she feeds a fat log of shit to one of her lovers
while the other squats above her face and pumps a steaming column of stud-shit
into her hungry mouth.
Perhaps the most surprising regular, however, is
the Queen's granddaughter, now a famous equestrian. Her principal obsession is
anal intercourse, a pleasure she discovered in her teens, loving to ride her
horse with a thick butt-plug stretching her bottom, bouncing on the saddle to
give herself the strongest orgasms. She noticed that when her plugged rectum
was also packed with a hefty turd, then her climaxes would often be even more
intense. At 15 her desire for a real cock in her behind simply had to be
satisfied and she dropped her jodhs for a young stable lad who happily thrust
his over-size penis into Zara's itchy bottom-hole and up into her hot, gritty
muck. Soon it became a daily need and she would spend upwards of an hour
bending over a bale of hay being sodomised by a succession of randy stable
hands. Such strenuous and protracted anal activity, coupled with her preference
for being buggered when her bowels were full, often meant she felt the
irresistible urge to void her bowels soon afterwards. She preferred to do this
in the privacy of her own bathroom, finding that the sensation of a large turd
stretching her anus combined with the rich scent of her own dung would make her
nipples harden and her pussy moisten. Sometimes though, she lost control of her
bowels mid-arsefuck and had to beg her butt-fucker to withdraw so she could let
a huge rope of spermy shit slither from between her shapely buttocks, and she
noticed that the stable hands were always more vigorous in sodomising her after
they had witnessed her shitting herself. And on other occasions she wouldn't
quite make it to her room and she would begin to fill her jodhpurs on her way up
the stairs. More than once a royal protection officer has found himself
creaming his pants as he observes at close quarters Zara's tight jodhpurs
sagging under the weight of a big fat sausage of stinking slut-shit. It was
from hints such as these, culminating in the occasion she felt the need to shit
herself during a buggery session with one of her more well-hung protection
officers and was shocked and aroused to feel him clamp his lips over her bulging
anus obliging her to shit directly into his mouth, that she slowly came to
realise the incredible power that her thick, fragrant turds could wield over men
with this rarest of fetishes, and the Stronzo is the perfect place to indulge
this gift freely and discreetly.Tom and Emma Smith are frequent visitors and have
a booking for this evening's service. They are here on a sort of blind date.
Not a blind date with each other, but with a woman Tom met through the
internet. She is married, but otherwise she is a rather rare woman - one whose
sexual tastes are far dirtier and far exceed in perversity those of her
husband's. She certainly enjoys being buggered, far more than she enjoys being
fucked normally, and she also has a significant and deepening shit fetish. The
filthy emails and phone conversations have finally brought them to this point:
the meeting.
When Tom and Emma arrive they enquire from Paola
whether their guest has arrived, she says that she has and is looking very
nervous.
"A novice?" she ventures. I nod. "Good luck.
She won't be for much longer in the hands of perverts like you two. Francesca's
reserved brown room number two for you. By the way, whoever she is, she's got
lovely tits, I must say."
They walk over to the table to find Ruth looking
extremely nervous and guilty, having spent the previous hour on the phone,
trying to convince her husband that she is just meeting a couple of girlfriends,
whereas what she is actually doing is meeting a couple whom she hopes will take
her shit-lust to the next, more depraved level. By the time she travels home
she will have indulged in sexual perversions that few people could even
imagine.
The meeting is like any other in London
restaurants every night of the week: a young married couple meet a friend for
supper, hands are shaken, cheeks kissed and the menu is perused over small
talk. Except there are significant differences, unnoticeable to a casual
observer, or one of the uninitiated. When Tom kisses Ruth's cheek he seizes her
hand in his and brings it to his face, sniffing her fingers. Ruth blushes
deeply because she knows the scent of her cunt will be strong. She has spent
most of the afternoon furiously masturbating in her hotel room, out of her mind
with excitement that her sexual odyssey is about to come to its fruition.
Normally she would masturbate by thrusting a large vibrator into her
back-passage and furiously stroking her cunt until the spasms of climax seize
hold of her body, making her moan and pant in ecstasy. But today fucking her
own arse was out of the question: at Tom's insistence she had refrained from
voiding her bowels for four days and the pressure in her guts was becoming at
once almost unbearable and also extremely arousing. Having a huge turd parked
up her bottom was a constant reminder of her own addiction to anal stimulation
and it made her constantly horny. It was Emma who had advised her on how to
prepare herself for her initiation when they had spoken on the telephone a
couple of weeks ago. Since then she had studiously avoided alcoholic excess,
spicy and oily food, anything with oil in it and various other nasties and
consumed instead pro-biotic yoghurt and large quantities of pasta, cheese and
other turd-bulking food items. The conversation had been strange: talking to a
woman who explained to her how to achieve the perfect consistency and taste for
a really satisfying session of shit-sex as if she were doing nothing more
innocuous than swapping recipes, which, in a sense, she was.She was so concerned to get her shit just right
that she allowed herself a test run. On the third day of her test run, the
weight of shit in her bowels became noticeable, and the urge to void herself
would come over her powerfully at inopportune moments, not only when on the
toilet. At the supermarket she had a very near miss. Whether it was the visual
stimulus of the hefty salamis she was gazing at on the butchers counter, or
something else, but there, in the middle of a supermarket aisle she suddenly had
an overwhelming urge to defecate. She imagined pulling down her jeans and
panties there and then before squatting on the tiled floor and forcing a clutch
of wrist-thick slippery turds from her overburdened bottom to the disgusted
stares of the women and the lustful gaze of the men around her. The thought
amused her, but it also aroused her. So much so that after she had paid for the
shopping she decided to slip back into the supermarket loos for a spot of
self-pleasure before her drive home.
There were two cubicles; one out of order, and
one vacant. She began to walk to the vacant cubicle when a teenage girl in
school uniform ran past her shouting something like "Sorry, emergency" and dived
into the cubicle before her. Somewhat taken aback, Ruth stood close to the
cubicle door and listened. What she heard first surprised her. Women are
usually very demure when using the toilet, desperately trying to avoid making
any recognisable sound which might be overheard by other women and certainly not
farting. But, clear as day, Ruth heard a loud barrage of damp-sounding farts
coming from inside the cubicle, as if the girl simply did not care who overheard
her most intimate toilet moments. Then after a moment's silence came the
unmistakable crackling sound of a firm log exiting an anus accompanied by the
girl's muted grunting and expressions of disgust. Without thinking Ruth's
fingers slipped inside her jeans and she began to play with her now very juicy
cunt. There followed an extremely long wiping session during which the girl
must have used several yards of paper. Then the flush. Another flush. Perhaps
the turd was large and was refusing to disappear and for a split second Ruth
felt excited at the prospect of actually getting to see the girl's bowel
movement. Suddenly the door open and the girl looked directly at her, blushing
crimson and muttering "Sorry. I know it's disgusting, but I couldn't help it,"
and promptly ran for the exit. The girl hadn't even noticed that Ruth was
masturbating inside her jeans.
The toilet pan itself was as clean as a whistle,
in fact the whole cubicle was clearly very well and regularly cleaned. The
smell of shit, though, was strong and Ruth was immediately aroused to be privy
to the rich scent of the teenager's dung and she wondered whether the girl loved
the smell of her own turds and much as she did hers. As Ruth settled her bare
bottom on the seat and began to stroke her dripping fanny lips she saw something
that made her gasp audibly. There on the floor lay the girl's discarded
knickers, a pair of sensible white cotton ones, and lying obscenely in the
gusset was a gigantic, glistening turd. Immediately she understood the girl's
embarrassment - she had shat herself. Driven by some unknown compulsion, Ruth
bent down and picked up the shit-filled panties, bringing the girl's dung close
to her face and inhaling the scent of another female's most intimate gift. The
turd was very firm and heavy, still warm, hot even, from the girls bowels, and
it was easily nine or ten inches in length. She noticed, too, that it was
liberally coated with pearlescent semen! Everything made sense. As a devotee
of buggery, Ruth knew how a plentiful ejaculation of jism in her own rectum,
coupled with the stretching of the sphincter necessary for anal sex, would often
act like an enema, loosening a hitherto recalcitrant turd and making the desire
to defecate sudden and irresistible. She imagined the girl being buggered, still
in her school uniform, as her well hung boyfriend thrust his fuck-rod into her
already full bowels, his cock sinking into the firm tip of her stool before he
pumped her shit-tube full of so much thick creamy sperm that she became
desperate to shit herself. Or perhaps one of her teachers, driven to
distraction by the curves of her schoolgirl backside had taken her over his
desk, driving his fat cock into her shit-filled bowels as he mauled her teenage
jugs.
It had happened to her many times, most recently
just the week before when she had been buggered by a man she met at a party. He
had pumped so much come into her guts that even before she got home she was
desperate for the toilet. She knew she would not make it upstairs and so she
had had to void herself on the kitchen floor, grunting like a sow as thick gobs
of shitty sperm belched from her well-fucked shithole onto the floor that she
had so carefully cleaned that morning. As she strained to fart out the last
dribbles of his jism she felt a turd breach her ring and, helpless to stop
herself, she shat a thick, coiling rope of crap onto the floor, hoping against
hope that her husband would not choose this moment to come
downstairs.
Now, sitting in the toilet cubicle, empathising
with the schoolgirl shitter's predicament, she masturbated noisily as she cupped
the weight of the huge brown turd, cradled in the soiled panties, in her hand.
With trembling hands and a mixture of disgust and exhilaration, she began to
lick the turd, scooping up the abundant jism that clung to the log and pooled in
the gusset of the knickers with her tongue. It was the first time she had ever
tasted someone else's shit and despite the expected bitterness, it was slightly
sweeter than she expected. But she wasn't doing this for the flavour. It was
simply for the incredible high that shit-worship induces in coprophiles. Tom
had explained it as a kind of addiction, beginning with the simple pleasure of
taking a dump, enjoying the scent of a freshly laid log and perhaps a slightly
dirty session of sodomy but then progressing to an increasing need to enjoy shit
in more extreme ways. She closed her eyes, the bitter tang and rude whiff of
the girl's shit filling her senses, and she came, hard.
As she walked into the car park she caught sight
of the girl again and she felt herself blushing. She was young, perhaps 14 or
15 and still in the uniform of a local school. She was slim but big breasted
and as Ruth studied her proud, pert bottom, she imagined her shitting again - a
fat, steaming column of dung stretching her recently buggered orifice and
urgently filling her panties. The girl was smooching with a tall black boy who
squeezed her bottom as they kissed. Ruth pictured the two of them in an act of
sodomy - the girl on all fours and grunting as the well-hung youth thrust his
huge black penis into her forbidden toilet hole until he climaxed and inundated
her turd-packed bowels with his creamy jism: jism that Ruth could still taste in
her mouth. She watched them just long enough to see the boy lift the girl's
skirt to expose a knickerless arse and then slip a long black finger into the
teenager's shithole, lewdly and rather publicly fingering her crapper as they
kissed.
As Ruth drove out of the car park and drew close
to the youth, she noticed the girl walking away, waving. As she disappeared
around the corner, the black boy brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked
them. Dirty boy, thought Ruth. Suddenly, the urge to shit swept over her again
and in a moment of madness she wound down the window of the passenger
seat.
"Can I give you a lift?" she asked, trying to
make her trembling voice sound casual.
"Yeh, thanks," the boy said, smiling in a lewd
grin. He knew what she was after. And so did she.
The conversation in the car during the 15 minute
journey to Ruth's home was sexually charged and the boy shocked and aroused her
in equal measure with his direct references to sex. His name was Darren and he
was 24, and the girl's name was Casey. Ruth asked him if she was his
girlfriend. He chuckled.
"Not at all. My girl is a sister - big black
tits and ass. Casey's just a slut who loves getting butt-fucked by big black
dicks."
"Goodness," Ruth stammered, uncertain of how to
reply to such a frank piece of information.
"A lot of women do you know," Darren said
teasingly, "I bet you get the itch for some cock-up-the-arse action now and
again."
Ruth felt herself blush but even so found herself
saying, "I love it up the shitter," which only made her blush
more.
"Better go via yours then," Darren said, winking
at her. Ruth looked down at Darren's crotch and saw that he had pulled out his
penis. He was hard and masturbating. His prick was large, maybe eight inches,
deliciously curved with a huge brown helmet. It felt good in her hand, too, as
she reached over to stroke him as she drove, her wedding ring glinting in the
sunlight was she worked her hand up and down his sleek, black
shaft.
Inside the bedroom Ruth and Darren tore at one
another's clothes and were naked in seconds. Normally Ruth was shy about being
naked in front of anyone except her husband, but it had been almost a month
since he had buggered her and such was her level of arousal that she gave her
nakedness no thought. Out of his clothes, Darren's body was beautiful. He
clearly worked out and all over his body muscles rippled; but the real
masterpiece was his cock: a huge hard bar of black flesh which pulsed with lust
as he ogled Ruth's naked body and pawed at her huge tits. It amused her the way
he went for her boobs before anything else, but then men always did. Having a
pair of F-cup gazongas meant that few men ever talked to her face but rather
drooled over her lush, fuckable titties. Much as she enjoyed the sensation of
Darren's hands kneading her tit-meat, Ruth had a more burning need and so
dropped to her knees before him. It was the first black cock she had seen
outside porno and it was magnificent. Even before she took it into her mouth
she could smell the rich fragrance of Casey's plundered bowels clinging to the
shaft. The thought made her swoon. This huge black cudgel had been up Casey's
bottom! The circumcised bell-end around which her tongue was now swirling had,
in all likelihood, been rammed into the end of Casey's dirty shit-log. She
sucked Darren's prick more greedily and wantonly than she had ever pleasured any
man before, and Darren was clearly used to having his cock
worshiped.
"You married white bitches are all the fucking
same," he said, between his grunts of satisfaction, "Innocent and demure when
you drop the kids at school or when you're at a nice dinner party. But show you
a nigger prick and you all turn into whores." He started to fuck her mouth more
forcefully now. "Can you taste Casey's shit on my cock?"
Ruth could only express herself in a muffled moan
and a slight nod of the head.
"Fuck me, you are one perverted slut. Casey is
always a messy buttfuck. Does her filth taste good?"
Again, just a moan and slight nod.
"I bet it does," Darren chuckled, "I always have
surreptitious taste when I finger her dumper, and it always tastes fucking
lush." Once again Ruth felt woozy at the thought that this gorgeous, arrogant
black man shared another of her fetishes.
Pulling his now very wet erection from Ruth's
mouth, Darren turned around and, bending over slightly, spread his sculpted
obsidian buttocks with his hands and farted, loudly. Ruth was masturbating now
and she felt her cunt muscles spasm around her fingers. Darren's fart smelt
hot, spicy and shitty all at once and Ruth felt fanny-batter stream over her
fingers as she covered Darren's shithole with her mouth and began to rim him.
She had never rimmed a man before, her husband being quite uptight about his own
arsehole, but it was everything she had fantasised about, and more. Darren's
wrinkled black pucker was earthy and musky, the very essence of
masculinity.
"You filthy whore," Darren moaned, "I should shit
into your mouth. I bet you'd love that wouldn't you?"
Ruth imagined Darren grunting out a hot column of
firm man-shit into her mouth and she came violently around her fingers. For one
glorious moment she even thought he might be about to relieve himself into her
mouth, but then he asked where she kept the lube and his anus was removed from
her lustful ministrations.
Ruth pointed to a bedside drawer and Darren
opened it and retrieved the lube. The drawer was where she kept her butt-toys
and these did not escape Darren's attentions. He held up a series buttplugs and
dildoes making lewd comments, finishing with a huge life-like rubber dong almost
a foot in length and the width of his wrist.
"Don't tell me you push this up your arse?" he
said incredulously. Ruth laughed and said no, that one was for her cunt. But
she suspected Darren already knew the truth: that she did push it up her arse.
Often.
Ruth got onto all fours obediently, both worried
and turned on about quite how messy this session of buggery was going to be,
while Darren knelt behind her and licked her shithole for a while before
massaging the rim of her opening with lubed fingers.
"You've got a gorgeous arse," Darren said softly,
fingering Ruth's muscular ring and slapping her right bumcheek hard. "Doesn't
your husband bugger you?"
"He does," Ruth panted, "But not
enough."
"Then he's mad," Darren said breathily, groping
her big sexy bottom, "Anyway how much is 'enough'?"
"At least once a day," Ruth moaned, thinking how
perfect would be if her perfect greedy arse could get a workout on a daily
basis. But just then she was seized by an overwhelming and pressing (literally)
need to defecate. "I have to go to the toilet," she stammered as she ran along
the landing hoping that her anus, so recently stretched and lubricated by
Darren's fingers, would manage to hold the enormous quantity of shit inside her
bowels until she reached the toilet. Once inside the toilet, Ruth realised that
Darren was there to watch and the thought of voiding herself in front of him
made her anus throb. She positioned herself on the toilet seat, facing the
cistern, her buttocks thrust out, and she sighed as a heavy stream of hot piss
squirted from between her cunt-flaps into the water below. With a rippling fart
and an unladylike grunt, Ruth felt the tip of an extremely large and firm turd
breach her shithole. She held her breath and let her shit-ring adjust to its
massive girth.
Behind her, Darren settled on his haunches
fisting his enormous black prick, his huge bollocks flopping beneath. To Ruth's
shock and delight, Darren leaned forward and began to lick the tip of her partly
shat log, swirling his tongue around the blunt end as if it were an ice cream.
She couldn't hold back any longer and she masturbated furiously as she let go of
the enormous turd filling her bowels. Darren caught it in his hands but
remained greedily sucking the end. Taking it from his mouth, he held it in
front of Ruth's face, for her to sniff and admire. It was certainly worthy of
admiration: about 9 inches long, as thick as her wrist, and at once end she
could clearly see teeth marks where Darren had bitten off a chunk to savour.
She realised she still had yet more stinking fudge inside her guts and she began
to shit that out too, but never got the chance. Darren thrust his huge cock
into her beshitted anus, plunging his meat into her filth. It felt
wonderful.
"Fuck yes, fuck my dirty shit," Ruth moaned
between grunts as she struggled to accommodate Darren's fat prick in a shit-pipe
already full of her own dung.
"Oh man," Darren groaned, stunned by the
depravity of this big-titted housewife, "Such a hot, dirty,
shitter."
"Fuck, fuck," Ruth moaned incoherently, "I really
need to shit again."
Darren pulled out his filthy prick and held out
his hands as Ruth proceeded to dump another equally large but slightly softer
log. Once again, he thrust his bloated fuckrod into Ruth's filthy butthole and
buggered her hard as he mashed her shit into her large, wobbling teats. The
sensation of her own hot poo coating her bosoms and a big hard cock up her
bottom was all that it took to send Ruth careering into one of the most intense
orgasms of her life. In turn, the spasms of her shitpipe caused Darren to
ejaculate forcefully into her guts. To her surprise, Darren did not withdraw
from her back-passage but softened inside her. Slowly she became aware of heat
in her bowels and she realised the depths of Darren's depravity. He was pissing
in her bottom! The sensation made her come again, kneading her own shit covered
breasts as she came.
Finally, Ruth worked her shitting muscles and
expelled his cock from her rectum, the hot piss enema squirting over his
hardening cock and balls, followed by yet another wet, spermy turd which dropped
with a loud plop into the shit-filled toilet.
"Fuck me, you can really shit," Darren said
admiringly, kissing her mouth and letting her taste her own bitter shit, "I've
never seen anything so horny."
"I hadn't shat for four days, I was so
desperate," admitted Ruth, blushing.
"Get in the bath," Darren instructed her. "I've
got more piss for you."
Meekly Ruth flushed her turds down the toilet and
then knelt in the bath, cupping her shitty tits, as Darren stood in front of her
and began to piss on her jugs, washing off her soft, gritty shit. As his piss
turned from a gush to a dribble, Ruth noticed that Darren was getting hard once
again. She leaned forward and took his black rod into her mouth, greedily
savouring the earthy coating of shit, piss and jism that was slathered over it.
After they soaped one another's bodies, Darren buggered Ruth again before he
left, sensing accurately what most turned her on: slapping her buttocks and
calling her a perverted shit-whore before tipping her over the edge by telling
her that he wanted to shit a big, hard man-turd into her hairy married cunt.
After he came in her shit-chute he greedily sucked his own jism from her gaping
shithole, his tongue inside her butt driving her to a final, exhausted orgasm.
Ruth pocketed his mobile number and had little doubt that she would be seeing
him again. Even before Darren was out of her front gate, Ruth was fucking her
own bottom with her favourite vibrator, fantasising about shitting a huge load
of Darren's virile jism into her cuckolded husband's mouth, out of her mind with
filthy lust.Now, sitting in the restaurant with Tom and Emma,
her bowels are once again chock-full of her waste and the urge to shit is
enormous. More than once in the taxi she felt she might lose her fight with her
anal sphincter and end up soiling herself, but she managed to hold firm and
hopes the games will begin soon.
They study their menus and Ruth wonders if she
will have to squirm her way through a three course meal before the fun
begins.
"I think we'll just have drinks and a starter, if
that's alright with you," Tom says, sensing her concern, "I have a different
main course in mind, after all. So just something to ward of hunger, and a
drink to loosen inhibitions."
"Thank God," Ruth agrees, "I don't think I could
manage to get much down."
"Pretty backed up then?" asks Emma, smiling, "How
long has it been?"
"Just under five days," Ruth answers, blushing
furiously and once again feeling her huge mass of poop in her passage pressing
insistently against her inner sphincter.
"Mmm, lovely," Emma say, stroking Ruth's bare
thigh, "Then there will be lots to play with then. I'm usually an every other
day shitter so mine tend to pretty large normally."
Ruth looks at Emma as she says this. She is
certainly beautiful: a tall brunette, her hair tied up; busty too, with her
nipples visibly erect against the fabric of her white blouse almost, but not
quite, hidden by the jacket of her grey suit. She looks like a barrister or
businesswoman and it is both surreal arousing to hear her talk frankly about her
shitting huge turds from her backside. At that moment Ruth feels Emma reach
between her legs and slip her fingers into her already damp panties. That does
it. She drops a gusher into her knickers. Emma smiles, pulls her fingers from
Ruth's knickers and offers them to Tom, who licks them lasciviously. Emma
returns her fingers to Ruth's panties and Ruth wonders if she should return the
favour. She lets her hand travel up Emma's smooth thigh, but finds her advance
rebuffed, just as it is when she tries to grope for Tom's crotch.
"Don't be offended," Emma says kindly, sensing
her confusion, "It's part of the game, you see. Trust us."
Tom orders. Bijou portions of risotto ai funghi
for them all and a bottle of Poggio Antico. Just after Paola takes their order
there is a hushed sense of excitement which fills the restaurant. The front
door opens and a curvaceous redhead walks in, attended by two young, muscular
men. She takes her seat in a secluded corner, with her male guests either
side. Ruth is flabbergasted.
"Isn't that..." she whispers urgently to
Tom.
"Yes it is," he replies coolly, "We call her
"Dirty Spice" nowadays. As I told you, you'd be surprised who is into it.
Though of course, simply by her being here you can't know for certain whether
it's just anal she's into, or brown as well."
Just then a bell rings and Primo makes an
announcement, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the guest list for this evening is now
complete and the doors are closed to outsiders. Please feel at home. You know
the rules of the house - if you are in doubt please ask and any of my family
will be happy to help you." She looks across at the woman and sees that her
breasts are exposed. Every so often one of her companions strokes them,
pinching her swollen nipples. It makes Ruth's head spin. She even owns some of
the woman's records. Then she remembers that she also has a 'Detox Diet' book
and a Yoga DVD by her and it makes her want to laugh.
"Hence the frisking and the form?" she asks.
When she arrived, Ruth was surprised at the almost airport-like security. Her
mobile phone was seized and she was made to sign a confidentiality
contract.
"Exactly," Tom concurred. "What happens here has
to be very secret. Sometimes it borders on illegality, and all of it could be
at the very least highly embarrassing for the people concerned. Over there, for
example, is a senior MP with a woman who, while the wife of an MP is not the
wife of that MP. And just to your left..."
Ruth flashes a glance, as discreetly as she can,
to her left, and her chin almost hits the floor. Sitting on the next table but
one is a minor royal, dining with her equally famous boyfriend. She is wearing
a tight bodice that doesn't quite cover her large boobs but instead forms a
shelf for them to rest upon meaning that her large rosy nipples are fully
exposed.
"I always reckoned she might be dirty," Ruth
chuckles, "It must be the tongue stud."
"She is. Very dirty," says Emma, "His kink is
eating her shit; for her it's more about the buggery, mixed with a bit of
exhibitionism. I'm surprised she's still able to ride a horse the amount of
cock she takes up her shitter."
"Fuck me," Ruth exclaims, feeling stunned, "Just
what sort of restaurant is this?"
"Well, it's more a club than a restaurant," Tom
explains, "You might be able to eat and drink here, but the restaurant is just a
front. It's not listed in Hardens, put it that way. It's basically a sex club:
anal sex, shit sex and to a certain extent incestuous sex; dirty anal being the
universally shared kink. It's open three nights a week, Thursday to Saturday,
and the main event is in the back rooms. Thursday nights are the most vanilla -
no nudity in the restaurant and some non-shit-based anal action in the back,
mostly in private rooms. Friday night, tonight, is a bit raunchier - nudity,
though no sex, is allowed in the dining room, in the private rooms there'll be a
lot of shit-fun going and later on, a lot of rampant buggery, a sort of a mini
orgy. Saturday night is the hardest core. Most of the action is after hours
and by invitation only because the Matassinis usually get involved too. They
sometimes open on Sundays too, but only for private hire and a hefty
fee."
At that moment, Francesca Matassini approaches
their table with their starters and greets Ruth. "I hope you'll enjoy yourself
here. Tom and Emma always bring very exciting people with them. Now, do you
have the certificates?"
Ruth rifles in her bag to retrieve the paperwork
proving that she is free from HIV, STDs and has 'good' colonic flora. Francesca
takes them from her, takes a photocopy for her records and returns them, saying
that it is important to be responsible.
The food is good, the wine better and everything
about Stronzo makes Ruth feel horny. At a neighbouring table, a young black
couple are dining entirely in the nude. The girl's tits are huge, capped with
enormous black nipples, glistening with sweat and swollen with arousal. Her
partner is erect and his prick is so large that the glans rises above the table
top. He reminds Ruth of Darren and she feels a gush of wetness in her now
sodden knickers. The famous singer is also topless, her male companions
greedily sucking her nipples and licking the flesh of her knockers as she eats
her antipasto. All around her people seem to be on the verge of wild and dirty
sex, and Ruth can only imagine just how wild and dirty that sex might
be.
When he clears the plates, Tito Matassini informs
Tom that their private room is ready. Emma is business-like, showing her into a
small changing room and telling her to strip and change into the outfit she will
find laid out for her. The new outfit is a school uniform. Not any old school
uniform, but the uniform of her own old school, a fact that both unsettles and
arouses her. First on are a pair of black stockings, hold ups - not something
that would have been allowed in her real schooldays. Next a simple pair of
cotton panties, rather too small to contain her generously proportioned bottom.
She is appalled to see her abundant pubic hair escapes the gusset on all sides
but then remembers that Tom has a fetish for big hairy muffs and smirks at his
perversity in choosing this garment for her. Her cunt is so wet that she can
already see a damp patch forming on the hitherto pristine gusset. Next is a
lacy bra, a couple of inches and at least one cup-size too small to properly
accommodate her F-cup jugs. She breathes in and fastens it, amazed at quite how
huge and pert it makes her tits look and how her nipples poke out over the lace
of the cups. She hopes the strap will be able to hold her heavy bosoms without
snapping. Next is a grey skirt, far too short, and a white blouse (again too
small) and school tie. Trembling, she knocks on the door to the room."Come in," Emma says sternly, and Ruth walks into
the room to find Tom and Emma standing near a table made to look like a desk.
Suddenly everything is clear. They are about to act out one of her most potent
fantasies and once more, her cunt gushes syrupy spume into her knickers. It
also explains why Emma is wearing a sensible charcoal suit and Tom a three-piece
suit and tie. When they entered the restaurant Ruth had been disappointed at
their lack of sexy attire. In the context of a fantasy headteacher's office, it
is as sexy as it comes.
"Ruth," Emma says coolly, "I'm sorry to have to
tell you that I have received complaints from a number of your male teachers
about the unsuitability of your dress, so I have asked Mr Smith here to come
along to witness this interview."
"But..." Ruth begins to speak.
"Shut up!" Emma actually makes Ruth jump and she
feels her shit-ring spasm reminding her of her dire need to evacuate her
bowels. "I haven't ask you anything yet. You are here to answer MY questions,
is that understood?" Ruth nods. Emma is nothing is not convincing. She
removes her jacket and her large nipples are visibly erect beneath her blouse.
The effect is incredible sexy, just as when Tom removes his jacket and waistcoat
and rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. Strong, muscular arms, ready for
business...
"Now Ruth," Emma begins, Tom ogling her with
undisguised lust, "You are almost 16 now, so I can understand why you wish to
flaunt your frankly overdeveloped body... But you really must bear in mind the
effect you have on male members of staff. Do you understand what I am
saying?"
"Yes, Miss Boswell" Ruth nods, feeling very
self-conscious
"Good, that's a start at least," Miss Boswell
continues, her tone softening. "Now, most obvious are your breasts. You must
be aware the effect that such enormous breasts, especially on a teenager, have
on boys and men?"
"I suppose so..." Ruth stammers, actually
starting to believe that she is in her teens again.
"You suppose so?" Miss Boswell thunders, no
longer gentle in her tone, "And what effect might that be?"
"In biology Miss Johnson told us that in the
evolutionary process men chose mates with large breasts because they would be
best able to breastfeed children and store nourishment during times of
need."
"Oh really? Well that sounds all very clever,
but I hardly think most teenage boys, or for that matter many fully grown men,
really look at your breasts with a view to your breastfeeding their
children."
"I guess not."
"I think you may be right. So, Ruth, what do you
think men actually think about when they look at your enormous teenage melons?
Should I tell you? After all, you perhaps don't know what filthy creatures most
men are, though I doubt that."
"I think you'd better tell me, Miss," Ruth
answered demurely, her knickers almost dripping with excitement.
"Well, my dear sweet innocent child, they think
about unnatural things. And when men think about unnatural things their
penises..."
"Penises?" Ruth was now enjoying this
game.
"There COCKS Ruth, their big rude PRICKS. Their
cocks become stiff and enormous and then they can't think about anything except
sexual perversion. So they think about seizing your breasts from the needy
mouth of a baby and sucking on them themselves, sucking and biting your hot
teenage nipples and trying to make you climax. Then if that isn't enough many
of them want to put their cocks in your cleavage and copulate with your breasts
until they ejaculate." Emma eyes Ruth wickedly, "Oh dear, you do seem to have a
very limited vocabulary. I mean that they want to FUCK your big young JUGS
until they COME - shooting their nasty hot cream all over your face. What do
you think of that?"
The look in Ruth's eyes says it
all.
"Oh dear, Mr Smith, I can see that the girl's a
slut. She will have to spanked in due course. Now, what size are your breasts,
Ruth? Do you know?"
"Um," Ruth struggles for the 'right' answer,
having only just had her breasts re-measured for real. "36 um, maybe C, or
perhaps D?"
"I very much doubt that darling," Emma says
dismissively, openly groping Ruth's burgeoning chest, "Better get this shirt off
so we can see." Ruth goes to unbutton her shirt, but Emma rips it from her,
sending buttons flying. "Oh dear me, this bra is much too small for these big
tits, get it off as well."
Ruth unclips her bra and shakes her tits free,
grateful to have her jugs wobbling free once more. She stifles a moan as Tom
and Emma begin mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples.
"More like F-cups I'd say," Emma ventures,
squeezing and kneading Ruth's norks. Tom comes behind her and cups her heaving
bosoms in his hands, agreeing. Emma continues, unbuttoning her blouse, "Just so
there is no confusion, these," she says, unclipping her bra and baring her
breasts, "are D-cups."
Ruth reaches out to cup Emma's large, pert
titties in her hands, desperately wanting to suck on the nut brown
nipples.
"Right," Emma continues, "Now for the contents of
your knickers."
"That's private!" Ruth spits.
"We'll see about that, but not according to your
teachers. Get your skirt off and let's have a look, madam. Okay, good. Well,
the first thing, young lady, is that your pubic hair, your abundant MUFF is
spilling out of your knickers all over the place. No wonder Mr Smith can hardly
control himself sometimes, not to mention the boys in your class. There is
nothing wrong in principle with a womanly rug of thick cunt-curls, and you are
obviously are proud of yours, but a lot of boys don't like them though, do
they?"
"I suppose not."
"No, they don't. They prefer a bald vulva that
reminds them of their 12 year old sister, the perverts. But real men like a big
bushy muff, perhaps that's why you don't shave? Am I right?"
"Um, I'd never thought about it."
"Tsk. Never thought about it! I very much doubt
that. I suggest that the precisely the reason you wear such tight knickers that
show off your big bulging CUNT-FLAPS and grown-up PUBIC FLEECE is because what
you really want is a real man, not some gangly teenage boy who can only manage a
couple of minutes before he sprays your sluttily proffered titties with his
naughty spunk?"
"No, that's not..."
"Oh I think it is young lady. I've had reports
from most of your teachers that after the lunch break there is always a strong
smell of sperm wafting off your tits, and before you try to, there's not point
denying it. I've made enquiries among the sixth-form boys, and after a little
persuasion they were only to happy to inform me of how you are available,
topless, in the boys' toilets every lunchtime, taking all manner of teenage
penises between your overdeveloped breasts."
Ruth begins to protest, but noticing that Miss
Boswell is about to continue, realises it is fruitless.
"Of course I understand perfectly, Ruth," she
says, a wicked glint in her eye, "I mean, it feels good, doesn't it? Feeling
those big hard rods of gristle thrusting between your sweaty jugs, seeing those
fat juicy helmets ready to squirt... big heavy bollocks slapping against your
tummy, full to bursting with slippery spunk destined to glaze your bosoms like
their were big, fat, iced doughnuts?"
"Yes, it does," Ruth say softly, longing to
plunge her hand into her knickers and bring herself off, thinking of all the
virile cocks that had erupted between her big norks over the
years.
"It certainly does," Emma concurs, shamelessly
frigging her own meaty twat beneath her grey skirt, "But it's not really what
you crave, is it Ruth. I know you want something more, and that's what we
really have to address this afternoon."
"I don't know what you mean," Ruth
lies.
"Oh I think you do," Emma says with a wink, "And
I think you and I have a lot in common. Right then, let's get these knickers
off. Come on! It's not as if they really leave much to the imagination
anyway... Slip them off and sit on the desk, legs apart. Good
girl."
Ruth slips off her panties and stands nude before
her 'teachers', then lifts her bottom onto the desk and spreads her legs,
splaying her aroused cunt-flesh.
"My, my, she is a bushy young lady, isn't she Mr
Smith?" Emma smiles, drawing two fingers up the crease of Ruth's quim and then
licking them clean as Tom uses all his willpower to prevent him diving between
Ruth's legs to tongue her slippery minge, "And quite a well-developed meaty
cunt, too. I know a lot of men who would love to kneel down and worship a big
bushy vadge like yours, but I know you really want something a bit more depraved
than that... Now, I'd like you to kneel on the desk, please, with your back to
us. That's right, now push your bottom out a bit. Lovely. You've quite a big
bottom, haven't you Ruth?"
"I suppose I have, yes."
"Well, you suppose right. It's bigger than mine
and I have quite a peachy behind. Your bottom is the sort of bottom that turns
heads, and I suspect you prefer men to ogle your bottom than your breasts, am I
right?"
"Yes," Ruth blushes again.
"And why is that,do you think?"
"Don't know..."
"Oh you do. Mr Smith has told me how you never
miss an opportunity to brush your pillowy buttocks against him in class. Let's
see if I can help you understand why," Emma says, stroking the curved cheeks of
Ruth's large bottom. "Are you an anal virgin?"
"I beg your pardon?" Ruth feigns
shock.
"Oh dear," Emma sighs, "Has a man ever thrust his
bloated penis into your back-passage and buggered you until he ejaculates into
your muck?"
"No," Ruth says, biting her lip, "That's
dirty."
"It's VERY dirty," Emma says throatily as she
gently strokes the sweaty pucker of Ruth's rudely bared anus, "But this is a
dirty hole. It's not your proper sex-hole, not your pussy where your husband
will make love to you and where you will give birth to your children. It's your
shitting-hole. It's for nothing more than pushing big smelly turds out of once
a day, is it?"
"No."
"So only a depraved slut would even think of
letting a man push his big erection up her bottom for pleasure wouldn't
she?"
"Yes."
"And you think about taking huge hard dongs in
your bottom all the time, don't you Ruth?"
"Yes."
"So that means what, exactly?"
"I'm a slut..."
"I'm afraid it does," Emma says, a cruel edge to
her voice now, "Mr Smith, punish her please."
Ruth cringes as she hears the vicious crack of
Tom's open palm on her right buttock, the sting following a second
later.
"So I ask you again, and you'd better tell the
truth this time," Emma continues, "Have you ever been sodomised?"
"Yes," Ruth pants, waiting for the next slap from
Mr Smith, "Lots of times, mostly boys in the lunch-hour." Once again Ruth
inhales sharply as Tom administers a hefty slap on her left
flank.
"Mostly?" Emma says, still stroking Ruth's
bulging and spasming shit-ring.
"Some teachers as well..." Once again, Ruth's
buttocks wobble as she is spanked twice in quick succession.
"So in Mr Smith's afternoon class, you probably
sit there with a bottom-full of sperm?"
"Yes," Ruth replies, mad with lust, "Sometimes 4
or 5 boys take me one after the other." Another spank to the
arse.
"All in your rectum?"
"Yes," Ruth answers, really enjoying the game
now, "I only like it up the shitter."
"Oh you dirty little slut," Tom exclaims as he
thwacks her bare buttocks again.
"Has Mr Smith ever pushed his cock into your
sluttish bowels, Ruth?"
"No, never," Ruth says truthfully, "But I really
want him too." Once again her buttocks ripple under the shock of a harsh
slap.
"Why's that? It sounds like your dirty little
bottomhole sees quite enough action already."
"I've heard his cock is really massive, and
that..." Ruth hesitates, "And that he's quite dirty..." Another slap stings
across Ruth's arsecheeks.
"Dirty?" Emma feigns confusion, "Mr Smith always
seems very clean and smart to me... Or do you mean sexually dirty? Ah, this is
making more sense. But I think it's probably more due to the fact that he is
surrounded by all these dirty girls. He can hardly be blamed when confronted by
big-breasted, pert-bottomed young teenagers sitting in his class with spunk
dripping from their anal fuckholes, can he? Goodness, I've been into Mr Smith's
classroom on a Friday afternoon and you can hardly breathe for the fumes of
aroused cunt and plundered shitter. But it seems to be you, Ruth, who tease him
more than the other girls..."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your regular Friday afternoon rigmarole
of asking to go to the toilet five minutes before the end of the lesson. I mean
your ploy of telling Mr Smith how desperate you are and how you can't wait
because it's a really urgent Number Two..."
"But it is urgent," Ruth protests, "When I've
been buggered at lunchtime I can only hold it in for so long..."
"But then you hardly rush to the toilets after
the bell goes, do you Ruth? You want to make sure he's following you, so you
can lure him into the toilets after you, don't you." Ruth nods her head,
bracing herself to be spanked again.
"You teasing, big-titted bitch!" My Smith erupts,
administering his hardest smack yet.
"Teasing is the right word, Mr Smith," Emma
continues, brazenly stroking Ruth's dripping quim, "And very, very dirty. You
see, Ruth, when men see your big sexy bottom many of them will start having very
dirty thoughts, and there is no way to control them. They can't help it. All
they think about is forcing their huge dirty cocks right up your anal passage
and giving you a good, hard buggering. And once they start thinking about
having unnatural sodomistic intercourse with you there's no stopping them. The
next thing they're thinking about you sitting down..."
"Sitting down?"
"On the toilet," Emma says wickedly, her fingers
dripping with Ruth's viscous fanny batter, "Shitting. Grunting and farting on
the toilet then pushing a big slippery log of dung from your tight teenage anus,
thinking about the way the turd is really stretching open your ring like a big
buggering cock, knowing that Mr Smith is in the next cubicle wanking his big
hard cock and thinking about your turds. Your turds are very large aren't
they?"
"Yes," Ruth panted, bracing herself for the
inevitable smack on her buttocks, "Some of them really hurt when I shit
them..."
"And it feels good shitting them, doesn't it
Ruth?" Emma asks, fingering Ruth's minge more forcefully, "I love the way my
turds stretch my bottom to the limit and fill the toilet with a lovely musky
scent. And I know they turn a lot of men on. When I was your age my dad would
always come into the toilet after I'd been to catch a whiff of my fresh dumps.
I knew he was in there, masturbating his big penis and thinking unnatural
thoughts about my bottom so I started to get a bit absent minded about flushing
so he could whack off over my floating logs."
"That's so perverted!" Ruth exclaims, genuinely
shocked.
"It is perverted, but like you, I was a horny
young girl with an itchy bottom-hole and I had just discovered the power over
men that I could wield with my bottom, even my own father. That's how I got my
first buggering..."
"Off your dad?!"
"Oh yes," Emma smiles, "I enslaved him with my
peachy teenage bottom and my huge, fat turds, just like you've been trying to do
with Mr Smith."
"How did you manage it?" Ruth asks, relieved that
the slaps seem to have become less frequent.
"I was 15 and my father had taken me camping, so
one evening, after I'd saved my shit for three days I told him I was going to
have a poo and I asked him to keep a look out because I was frightened to be on
my own in the woods. I pulled down my panties, squatted down and let rip with a
big gusher of piss. I knew he was kneeling behind me looking at my bottom and
wanking so I gave him a really good show, letting off a few stinky farts and
then grunting as I v-e-r-y slowly let my huge turd emerge from the heat of my
bowels, inch by inch, until it fell heavily to the ground: about a foot of dark
brown steaming butt-fudge, massive even by my standards. Then exactly what I'd
planned happened: the moment I pinched off my log, I felt my dad's prick sliding
up into my horny shit-chute."
"Wow," Ruth says, almost
speechless.
"Wow indeed. He buggered me for a good fifteen
minutes before he spunked in my guts, then when he pulled out I shat out another
huge loaf of shit. Then we went back to our tent and he rimmed me for ages
before buggering me twice more."
"That's the dirtiest thing I've ever heard," Ruth
suddenly moans, "Ooooh, ffuuuuuccckkk!"
"What's the matter Ruth?"
"It's Mr Smith, Miss. He's kissing my
bottom-hole, trying to push his tongue into my anus!"
"Well, you can't be surprised young lady. You
have been rather rudely baring your adolescent shit-crease for the last half
hour. In fact I'm surprised he's honouring you with a rimming. I'm sure that
if I were a man I'd be buggering you by now. I think Mr Smith has shown
admirable self-control, especially for someone with his strong coprophile
tendencies."
"Copro-what?"
"Coprophile. It means "shit lover" and that's
what Mr Smith is. It's what I am to a degree, too. That's why you are here
Ruth. Mr Smith happens to have a particular fetish for the shit of teenage
girls, and if the evidence left unflushed in the school toilets are anything to
go by, your turds are larger, firmer, and according to Mr Smith, tastier, than
most..."
"Tastier?" Ruth asks, feigning
surprise.
"Oh yes," Mr Smith replies, regretfully removing
his probing tongue from Ruth's anus and instead stroking it with a fingertip,
"Those are the three most important characteristics. A truly magnificent turd
should be large - a real ring-stretcher, heavy and firm, and with a rich bitter
taste. Many of the girls in your year produce exceedingly fine dung, but I need
to sample yours when it is fresh and steaming."
"Fuck," Ruth sighs heavily, reaching behind
herself to fist Tom's huge hard prick, "You mean you've tasted our turds? From
the toilet?"
"Of course..." Tom replies, as if it is the most
normal thing in the world to retrieve school-girl shit from toilets, "Though
quite a few of your classmates are now content to provide me with their
offerings directly. It turns me on to be able to lick, sniff and savour the
fresh, solid shit of a beautiful girl while I'm buggering her. And, let me tell
you, some of your classmates shit some really impressive
specimens."
"Wow," Ruth gasps, masturbating now as she thinks
of teenage schoolgirls shitting in their teachers mouth and being buggered by
his fabled cock, "The lucky cows. You have to tell me all about them... and
about their shit!"
"Who do you want to know about?"
"Lorraine," Ruth suggests immediately, thinking
of a big-breasted blonde girl in her class.
"Well, Lorraine produces excellent specimens,"
Tom replies, "After all, all that toilet observation pays off - I only seduce my
pupils who have a proven ability to manage monster craps, and Lorraine certainly
manages those. And being a bit... well, common I suppose, she's delightfully
rude when she does it: squatting on my desk stark, bollock naked and unashamedly
farting like a cart horse before forcing out a full foot of brown gut-meat for
me to enjoy while I boff her crapper. She takes it very easily up the
shit-pipe, I must say, but then I suppose that's what comes of having 3 elder
brothers. Sometimes when she comes to my office after school they've given her
such a good pounding that she can hardly hold her shit in. But whether her
turds are coated with her brothers' jism or not, her turds are always firm and
very tasty - almost sweet from all the junk food she no doubt
consumes."
"And Sharmila Choudhary?" asks Ruth, thinking of
a shy Pakistani girl in her class.
"A most unexpected delight," Tom says, still
massaging Ruth's sweaty pucker, "I have to confess I thought it most unlikely
that a girl who is always so careful to wear the hijab would show me her big
brown baps, let alone allow me to pack her fudge. Still, it just goes to show
that one never can tell. She's saving her puss for marriage, when it's
arranged, but she seems quite happy for just about anyone to give her one up the
shitter, me included. And her turds are magnificent - huge, stinking and
strong-tasting... rather spice actually. I tend to shoot a huge amount of come
when I'm chewing on one of Sharmila's bowel movements... they're rather
addictive."
"Don't I know it," Emma says in mock anger, "The
pervert's always trying to feed me Chicken Madras with 5 naan breads so he can
enjoy the authentic Sharmila shit experience at home.... Anyway, there'll be
plenty of time for chit-chat later... it's now time for the real thing. I am
fed up with having to spread my buttocks to accommodate Mr Smith's titanic prick
in my guts because you've got him so worked up with your antics in the toilet.
You can shit for him here and now, and while you're at it you can take him up
your arse. In fact I can see that you've already given him a big erection. I
don't think it will go down until he's had a go in your shitter. Come and show
Ruth what she's done to you, Mr Smith."
Tom regretfully tears his mouth away from Ruth's
sweaty, bulging butthole, walks around to stand in front of her and begins to
strip. When he gets to his Calvins, Ruth can see that he is indeed very hard,
but little prepares her for the enormity of his cock, which now bounces before
her: nine and a half thick inches of pulsing prick-meat. The thought of having
his huge club of hard flesh driven relentlessly into her shit-pipe makes her
swoon and her shit-ring spasm with expectation. For one glorious moment she
thinks he is about to force it into her mouth and make her suck it, but he is
clearly far more interested in a much filthier orifice and he walks around to
her rear and begins rimming her throbbing butthole once more.
"I think I might shit in his mouth if he doesn't
stop," Ruth says, her voice hoarse with excitement, the heaviness in her bowels
almost unbearable.
"I think you can test her with your fingers now,
Mr Smith." Emma says. Ruth gasps as she feel's Tom's well-practised fingers
slide into the wet heat of her vadge, then his moistened fingertips massaging
the pulpy pucker of her shithole. "That's right Ruth, now push down like you
are about to do a massive shit." Ruth bears down, convinced that she will
actually shit herself, but all that emerges is a very loud, reverberating fart
that fills the room with an obscene shitty fragrance and Tom slides two fingers
into her shit-passage.
"Awww, fuck me," Tom exclaims, "She's utterly
packed. I can feel the most enormous turd up her arse."
Sitting on a chair, Emma unzips her skirt and
peels down her knickers, exposing the bushiest cunt that Ruth has ever seen,
thick curling pubes that extend almost from hip to hip and snake up to her belly
button. She pulls her knees up and places her stilettoes on the arms of there
chair to expose more of her bottom, and Ruth is amazed to see how the damp,
sweaty locks of Emma's muff snake down to curl around Emma's prominent brown
anal ring. Emma masturbates as she watches Tom frig Ruth's crap-hole, urgently
fingering her fat-lipped cunt and stroking her anus. Tom removes his fingers
from Ruth's shit-packed crapper and begins to fist his prick as he waits for the
shit to emerge. Another raucous fart bursts from Ruth's turd-hole and Tom
greedily sniffs the fragrance of her guts.
"She's taking too long," Emma says quickly, the
lust clear in her voice, "Slap the little bitch." Ruth shudders as Tom's open
palm lands stingingly on her bottom. She pushes with her shitting muscles,
amazed at how difficult she is finding it to void her bowels. Suddenly she
feels Tom's tongue swiping across her anus once more, then his lips sucking on
her slop-hole. Madly frigging her pussy Emma asks her what she can
feel.
"He's pushing his tongue into my arsehole," Ruth
replies, "He must be tasting my massive turd."
"So shit," Emma urges, her voice higher, "Shit
that big ring-stretcher into his shit-hungry mouth. Frig your cunt while you
shit, it will make it easier. Come on you dirty little tart, go to the toilet
in my husband's mouth, get that huge cock of his nice and hard for your
shitter."
With a grunt Ruth feels the tip of her log breach
her anal ring. She knows immediately that it is the fattest turd she has ever
struggled to pass as it stretches her shit-hole to unimaginable proportions. As
she passes the turd Tom licks the rim of her wrenched-open pucker and
occasionally sucks greedily at the emerging torpedo of shit jutting rudely from
Ruth's arse. Soon a good six inches of thick, dark-brown turd is sticking
almost horizontally out of Ruth's tortured bottom but she knows there is still
much more inside. Tom licks the log greedily, his shit-lust now well and truly
kicking in. Periodically he covers the steaming log with his mouth and sucks
Ruth's butt-fudge as if it were a huge shit phallus.
"It feels good, doesn't it," says Emma naughtily,
"Having a man worshipping your waste, your stinking dung?"
Ruth can only grunt in agreement as she feels the
turd begin to move more quickly from her rectum, piss squirting from her hairy
cunt all over the table. Emma came as her mind went back to the first time she
fed her father with her shit. She had been sitting on the toilet, voiding her
bowels in preparation for one of the daily buggerings she found herself
craving. Her father was standing before her, naked and massively erect, idly
fondling her breasts, when suddenly he lifted her off the toilet and bent her
over the edge of the bath. Kneeling behind her he pulled her buttocks apart
and, seeing the tip of a turd poking from her arsehole, covered it with his lips
and sucked greedily. The orgasm she experienced shitting into her father's
mouth, then being buggered as he chewed her solid turd were like shocks of
electricity radiating from deep within her bowels. She was only happy that she
had managed to find a lover like Tom, a man whose prick was even larger than her
father's and whose hunger for her shit was even more pronounced, devoted and
deviant.
Suddenly Ruth feels the turd slip from her
stinging shithole and hears it land with a heavy 'thwap' on the piss-soaked
table. As she feels Tom's tongue slide into her still-gaping crapper, she looks
between her legs and sees that she has dumped a huge rope of steaming brown
shit, thirteen inches in length and as thick as her wrist. It is a shit-lover's
dream bowel movement. Almost immediately she feel her bowels move and knows a
second turd is on its way to freedom. Her second log is slightly smaller,
though still about nine inches long and correspondingly thick, and Tom catches
it in his hand, affording it a hefty sniff and greedy lick before placing it in
a stainless steel tray on the edge of the table. He places the first turd
alongside it, commenting appreciatively on its weight and
firmness.
Having had her bowels so wonderfully packed with
a huge brace of turds for so long, Ruth now finds the emptiness in her shitter
quite maddening, but she knows it will not be for long. Looking in the large
mirror on the wall, she sees Tom climbing onto the table behind her. Squatting
slightly, he aims his prick at her shitty butthole and prepares to bugger her.
He is easily a couple of inches longer and much thicker than any man Ruth has
offered her crap-chute to in the past and she begins to wonder whether being
sodomised by Tom may not be the pleasure she had fantasised about after all.
However, she need not have worried. As she feels Tom's engorged bell-end slip
past her crap-lubed sphincter and begin its delicious progress into the seething
pit of her sluttish bowels she starts to feel the familiar ecstasy of being
taking anally. She luxuriates in the pleasure of having a well-hung man forcing
his cock into her dirty-shithole and buggering her, churning her
turds.
"Fuck, she's so easy," Tom groans as he pushes
his dick all the way up her chuff, his fat bollocks resting against her slimy
cunt-flaps, "Like a hot knife sliding into butter. AND she's packing another
turd, I can feel my cock sinking into it, the dirty cow." He picks up the
smaller of her turds from the tray and brings it to his mouth, licking and
sniffing the hot dung, then shoving it greedily into his mouth to eat as he
begins to bugger her in earnest.
Emma walks over to stand on front of Ruth and
cups her big ripe melons in her palms. It is an obviously an invitation and
Ruth sucks enthusiastically on Emma's huge brown nipples, as fat and stiff and
little cocks in her mouth. By now they are all nude and the schoolgirl scenario
is forgotten in the madness of unbridled shit-lust: they are simply three,
perverted adults.
"Oh yes," Emma coos, "Suck my horny tits you
dirty little anal bitch. Pleasure my jugs while my husband uses your filthy
shit-tube to slake his perverted lust. Oh fuck, yes. You're a very dirty girl
aren't you, Ruth? Doing a big smelly shit on my desk then getting buggered and
fantasising it's one of your teachers thrusting his huge cock into your
shitter. Nice girls wouldn't dream of letting a man go anywhere near their
toilet holes, but you can't get enough cock rammed up your crapper can you?
Bitches like you deserve to be buggered. In know, because I'm just like you. I
need to be buggered every day, even more sometimes. If I don't get regular cock
up my shit-tunnel I start getting a terrible itch and I have to bugger myself
with a dildo. I bet you do that too don't you? Or else you go hunting for
cock, and then no-one's safe from your slutty, greedy arsefucking obsession.
Perhaps their wives or girlfriends don't let them violate them anally, because
they think that their arseholes are for shitting, not fucking. But you'll
spread your cheeks for them won't you darling? I know how it happens because I
do it too, even though my husband is an arse-obsessive himself. You're at a
party and you see a bloke leering at your tits which are falling out of your
top. You giggle a bit and say that you like sex a bit naughty and dirty and
next thing you know you're face down on a bed upstairs and he's plunging your
toilet. Or else you go to a club and end up taking a big black cock in your
dumper in the gents' toilet. He tells all his mates that there's a dirty
big-titted bird in the end cubicle who likes it up the shitter, and before you
know it they're queuing up to bugger you, driving their horny dicks into your
sewage pipe until they explode in your guts then making you clean off their
shitty tools with your mouth...."
"Fuck yes," Ruth gasps as she begins to cum under
the force of Tom's anal assault, "I live to be buggered. I just love huge hard
cocks packing my stinking fudge."
"Tom, darling," Emma pleads with her husband, "I
need my cunt licked."
Tom pulls his bowel-stretching prick from Ruth's
satisfied dumper with a lurid, farting slurp and he tells her to lie on her
back. Pulling her arse over the edge of the table he pushes her knees back and
stoops to rim her gaping turd-hole before straightening up and once again
driving his enormous prick into her bowels in a single thrust. Emma carefully
squats over Ruth's face and lowers her hairy, dripping mound onto her mouth,
shuddering with pleasure as she feels Ruth's tongue explore her sopping sex.
Emma begins to masturbate on Ruth's face, thick salty girl-cum dripping from her
over-excited fanny and trickling down Ruth's throat. Ruth's tongue expertly
lashes the beefy lips of Emma's minge quickly making her come and, as she does
so, she grinds her cunt meat onto Ruth's face, all but smothering
her.
"I want to see her lick your shithole, baby," Tom
says after a while, his prick lurching in Ruth's crapper as he pictures the
scene.
Emma turns to face Tom, holding her bottom just
above Ruth's mouth, her anal pucker just within reach of her tongue. "Oh Shit,
yes, rim me while I piss on your huge jugs" she moans as Ruth's nimble tongue
dances over her straining shit-hoop and hot salty piss squirts all over Ruth's
wobbling norks. "Lick my shithole you perverted bitch. Rim my dirty anal fuck
hole. I love having my arsehole worshiped almost as much as I enjoy having it
fucked. And I had it fucked this afternoon; I didn't tell you that did I? Tom
was at work and I was desperate for some cock up my arse. One big stiff one
would have been enough to satisfy me but I managed to find three! It was very
dirty of me, but then I know you understand that girls like us just can't help
it. Three burly builders working on our extension.... I went to offer them some
tea and biscuits and there they all were on their lunch-break, with their cocks
out looking at dirty magazines! Big boys too. Lukasz from Poland was first,
his mates sucking my tits while he thrust his big Polish sausage into my
arsehole until he spunked. Then it was Paolo from Brazil who stretched me even
more with his huge brown schlong, and finally Gary from Watford who, even though
he was only 17, had the biggest fuck-rod of the lot. Hard fuckers too. They
really packed my turds right back up my guts and they all managed to squirt at
least two loads each into my shitter. It's been torture clenching my ring to
keep it all in, but now I can relax and let it all into your slutty mouth, can't
I Ruth? I bet you'd love to swallow the spunk of three horny buttfuckers
wouldn't you? It must really taste of my bowels and my shit by now, but that
will just make you hornier, I imagine."
Ruth utters a muffled "please" as she opened her
mouth expectantly beneath Emma's musky arsehole and felt Tom's tongue lapping at
her piss-wet tits. With a guttural moan Emma relaxed her tightly clenched anus
and immediately a splat of strongly flavoured jism belched from her back-passage
into Ruth's mouth. Ruth swallowed greedily, savouring the unmistakable flavour
of Emma's shit, then dug with her tongue for more cock-cream, pushing her tongue
into Emma's rubbery pucker, attempting to suck the men's jism
out.
"The dirty bitch," Emma moans, "Oh Tom, she's
sucking on my shithole, the greedy cow." Tom and Emma kiss passionately, using
the prone female between them as nothing more than a sex toy, respectively
buggering her and shitting sperm into her mouth.
Pushing harder with her shitting muscles, Emma
farts forcefully sending a huge gob of strongly flavoured cum belching into
Ruth's mouth. Almost immediately a turd, basted by six loads of virile
workmen's spadge, follows. The sight of Ruth greedily sucking the protruding
brown head of his wife's shit-log is enough to tip Tom over the edge and he
ejaculates forcefully into Ruth's guts, his prick perfectly massaged by the
orgasmic spasms of Ruth's shit-pipe.
"Shit on her tits," he says urgently, and Emma
moves forward so that her sexy bottom is poised over Ruth's large, glistening
melons. The smell of Emma's shit fills Ruth's nostrils and she can't resist
frigging herself as she waits for the huge turd to fall onto her breasts.
Grunting with excitement and the slight discomfort that goes with shitting such
a huge turd, Emma slowly lays a stinking cable of greasy shit between Ruth's
lilly-white norks before standing up to admire her handiwork, her feet either
side of Ruth's chest. Ruth is flabbergasted by the sheer quantity of shit that
nestles between her bosoms. Emma's bowel movement easily dwarfs her own big
logs. Tom's half-hard cock is still in her bottom and her masturbates her,
making her come violently as she feels the weight of almost two pounds of
freshly shat female dung resting between her wobbling teats.
Ruth can see the lust in Tom's eyes - lust for
his sexy wife's magnificent bowel movements - and, sure enough, he bends forward
and licks up and down the fat cylinder of dark-brown excrement, worshipping
every nuggety crevice with his tongue. At last Ruth can understand what Tom
meant when he told her that Emma's shit (most female shit in fact, but
preeminently Emma's) is like a drug to him. As he tastes his wife's filth Ruth
feels his cock begin to harden deep inside her plundered shitter and she realise
with perverse delight that her buggering is about to continue.
Emma once more squats on Ruth's face, positioning
her lewdly gaping beshitted ring directly above Ruth's mouth. The rich smell of
her own fresh turd coupled with the sensation of Ruth's eager ministrations in
her back-passage causes Emma to climax noisily, her ringpiece clenching around
Ruth's buggering tongue. At this same time Tom begins to thrust his hugely hard
dong into the creamy mass of churned-up shit and jism that fills Ruth's
back-passage. As he begins to roughly sodomise her, he lifts Emma's huge log
from between Ruth's tits, brings it to his mouth and fellates it like an
enormous brown prick. Then, seizing the massive shit-loaf in both hands he
breaks it in half and places it in two shitty handfuls on Ruth's quivering
melons. Ruth knows what is about to happen and the expectation is almost enough
to make her come. With circular movements of his palms, Tom begins to mash the
shit, which is the consistency of warm, wet clay, into Ruth's huge jugs, making
sure every square inch of Ruth's tit-meat is caked with Emma's hot, doughy
crap.
"Now I'm going to sodomise you like a bitch,
shit-whore," Tom says, pulling his dick from Ruth's guts and causing her to
clench her sphincter suddenly, "Get up on your hands and knees and offer me your
stinking fuckhole, you filthy little tart."
Emma stands up once again and stands beside the
desk. Ruth meekly does what she is commanded. As she kneels on the desk she
catches sight of her shit-slathered bosoms in the mirror and wishes her hands
were free to lift her heavy udders to her mouth in order to suckle her filthy
nipples, but the need to have her arsehole stretched and her bowels plundered is
more pressing. She moans with satisfaction as she feels Tom's huge shit-smeared
hardon slide into the welcoming heat of her churning guts, forcing out a loud,
wet, splattering fart as he does so. He buggers her hard now, crouching behind
her with his knees bent, hammering his bloated fuck-stick into Ruth's turd-tube,
slapping her buttocks as he buggers her and calling her a slut and a dirty shit
whore. He brings her to orgasm in minutes, then as soon as he has fired another
volley of come deep into her shit, quickly withdraws his manhood, walks around
to her face and forces his filthy cock into her mouth, As he fucks her throat
he orders her to shit out the contents of her back-passage. Emma kneels behind
her and receives the battered, slippery turd and torrent of filthy jism in her
hands as it erupts from Ruth's spastic butthole and immediately brings the
filthy mess to her tits, smearing each firm tit with hot, stinking
fudge.
For a moment, Ruth wonders if that is the end of
the session, but she realises with pleasure that Tom has yet to shit. Exhausted
she reclines on the table, propping herself up by her elbows, and watches Emma
walk a few yards to a chair she hadn't noticed before. It is a sort of lounger,
with an angled seat and back, and where one would sit there is fixed a large
rubber butt plug. Emma stands astride it and slowly lowers her bottom onto the
plug. Her anus is still stretched from the massive shit she passed and the
butt-plug makes easy progress into her arsehole. Emma reclines, her legs
splayed to display her massively hairy meaty cunt, and her big firm teats caked
with Ruth's feces and Tom's sperm. Ruth want to kneel before her and bury her
face in her wet, throbbing pussy but realises that something far more perverted
is planned. Tom kneels on the desk, his arse upthrust and Emma tells Ruth to
kneel behind him. His hairy shithole is lewdly displayed and Ruth realises that
he is about to dump... into her hand!
Tom picks up Ruth's first, huge turd from the
tray on the desk and brings it to his lips. As he licks the long sausage of
pungent shit, his back arched so his arse is aimed upward, he also begins to
shit a thick turd. Ruth is entranced by its leisurely birth, his anus
enlarging... the wrinkles being smoothed out, the interior skin folds being
drawn out; tightly wrapped around the pebble-textured, glistening stool. Hot
with a newly discovered depth of her turd-lust, Ruth laps her tongue around his
stretched arsehole and slides her lips along the massive column of hard
man-turd. She grasps his buttocks and easily spreads them more as she enjoys
the unique pleasure of seeing a man defecate. When several inches of rock-hard
choad are sticking out from Tom's hairy arsehole, Ruth opens her mouth and goes
down on it. She bobs her head back and forth, keeping the turd in a loose
grasp, then closes her eyes and begins to suck it more passionately than she has
ever sucked any man's cock. Grunting for Ruth's benefit, Tom pushes more and
more turd out of his strained pucker, transferred from his bowels to Ruth's
hand. It is moving too quickly now for her to suck easily and she concentrates
on holding it in a single piece. For the first time in her life, she is holding
a man's bowel-movement in her hand and she feels unbelievably hot and horny. In
fact, the turd is so huge that whilst the end is in her hand, much of the log is
resting on her forearm and it comes almost to her elbow. The sheer weight of
the foot-long chocolate-loaf amazes her and she feels a sudden and almost
irresistible urge to thrust as much of the turd as she can into her
vagina.
She cranes her head forward and begins to flick
her tongue across Tom's furry shithole, still slightly slack from his monster
dump. The turd was hard and slick and Tom's arsehole is disappointingly clean,
but the sweaty tang of hot male butt-funk is enough to get Ruth's juices flowing
as she rims him. She pushes her tongue hard into the wrinkled brown core of his
chiselled, muscular arse and savours the earthy essence of his masculinity.
Almost involuntarily she cups his huge loaf of hot feces to her cunt-mound,
stroking the club-like tip sensuously between her dripping piss-flaps. What she
experiences next is a new kind of filthy sensory overload. As she rims his
salty pucker, Tom forces a loud, shitty blast of hot anal gas from his guts,
filling her nostrils with the stink of his bowels. The blast of spicy fart,
coupled with the earthy flavour of his butthole, the thick pasty crap smothered
over her baps, the sperm still dripping from her shithole and the massive turd
she is clutching to her meaty cunt, all conspire to provide Ruth with her first
purely shit-induced climax. Hot, slippery girl-come squirts from her hairy
vadge, basting Tom's turd with thick spurts of clear
fanny-batter.
While the urge to sprawl on the floor and drive
Tom's shit-log deep into her cunt, fucking herself to climax, is strong, Ruth
hesitates, unsure whether she is ready for this next, more depraved level of
brown sex. As her orgasm subsides, she walks on shaky legs over to Emma. Emma
is masturbating, sliding her fingers over the glistening purple meat of her
aroused cunt. She looks magnificently depraved - her hugely erect nipples
clearly visible on her shit and spunk smeared norks, her thick pelt of dark
cunt-fleece sleek with her own cunt-cooze and her greedy shithole stretched
around the shaft of a fat silicone butt plug. The sight and smell of her own
feces coating Emma's pert tits fills Ruth with renewed lust. She kneels before
Emma and stares in awe at the huge trembling mass of female fuck-flesh which
bulges forth from the centre of Emma's luxuriant nut-brown pubes. Gently, Ruth
teases the beefy lips of Emma's cunt with the tip of Tom's turd, but Emma is in
no mood for that sort of half-hearted game.
"Stop fucking teasing me and give it to me," she
says in frustration.
"What?" Ruth asks, wanting to hear her say the
dirty, hot words, "What do you want?"
"I want that huge log," Emma almost screams, "I
want that gorgeous shit stuffed in my cunt."
Ruth begins to push the enormous tube of shit
into Emma's splayed fanny, thrusting it gently into her sex like a thick
shit-cock. The orgasm is almost instantaneous, Emma gripping Ruth's wrist as
she climaxes and juices her lover's turd with a torrent of vadge-spadge. It is
one of the horniest things Ruth has ever seen - a beautiful young woman having a
noisy orgasm as she thrusts an enormous, hard turd into the seething pit of her
bushy cunt. As her climax ebbs away Emma keeps her husband's log half buried in
her fanny, the protruding inches looking for all the world like a massive, brown
penis. Ruth takes the blunt tip in her mouth and begins to suck the turd
greedily until she is eagerly deep-throating it and her face is buried in the
damp curls of Emma's thick pubic forest. But as with a real cock, sucking is
only an hors d'oeurve and Ruth wants to feel it buried in her cunt. With
trembling legs she stands in front of Emma and positions herself so that her
dripping quim is poised above the obscene brown log and slowly lowers herself
onto it, gasping with excitement as she feels her cunt fill with hot, hard
gut-meat. What she has fantasised about so many times is finally a reality: her
cuntlips are slippery with arousal, kissing Emma's cuntlips in an obscene filthy
cunt-kiss, her crap-soiled jugs are crushed against Emma's big shitty teats and
her vadge is utterly packed with a huge, solid man-turd. Ruth's orgasm is
instantaneous and she feels her cunt muscles clutching at the turd filling her
sex. As the orgasm makes her tremble with renewed lust she feels Tom's bloated
bell-end pressing forcefully into her slippery stretched-out shit-socket, and
she realises she is about to be buggered again. As Tom's cock fills her
shit-tube feels Emma's tongue lapping at her filthy norks and Ruth soon returns
the favour, sucking greedily on Emma's engorged nipples.
After buggering her for almost half an hour, Tom
finally unloads into Ruth's bowels before treating her to a scalding piss enema
and she stands up shakily, feeling the slippery mass of feces exit her cunt and
land with a splat on the piss-wet floor. Suddenly she feels her bowels convulse
and she squirts Tom's piss from her well-buggered crap-hole. Emma leads her to
the shower and helps her administer an anti-bacterial and anti-viral douche to
her vagina: one of the practical annoyances of enjoying a huge shit phallus in
the cunt.Sparkling clean, though only temporarily, the two
naked women enter a different room on their return. The room is full of people,
many whom Ruth recognises from the restaurant, and the stench of freshly dumped
shit is almost overpowering; so strong it makes Ruth's nipples harden and her
pussy moisten. She catches sight of Tom, or at least she thinks she does. It's
difficult to tell because his face is buried between the large glistening
buttocks of a young black woman, presumably working his well-practised tongue
into the entrance of her shit-chute and savouring the taboo flavour of her
dirt.
"I think you need to experience the crush room,"
Emma says, leading Ruth to a dark doorway across the room, "It'll get you horny
for some more cock." Ruth follows obediently, but feels she is quite horny
enough for cock as it is, despite the discomfort she feels as a result of having
her butthole so massively stretched by Tom's fat prick. They enter the room,
which is totally dark, though there are clearly many other people inside and
hushed voices may be heard. The smell of anal sex is strong.
Ruth shivers with excitement as she realises what
is happening. She is being fondled, manhandled (and probably womanhandled) and
caressed, all over her body. She has never felt anything quite so erotic in her
life. Her breasts are being stroked, causing her nipples to harden into
pinchable stalks. Mouths fasten to her nipples like limpets, sucking, chewing,
biting. Hands caress her body, moving smoothly down over her stomach to the
peachy bulge of her furry cunt, parting her lips and exploring her inside her
dripping sex. She can't tell how many hands are working her bottom cheeks, but
it is certainly many; pinching, squeezing, stroking, kneading, slapping. She
senses Emma's mouth near her own, and they kiss, their tongues duelling
lesbaciously as they revel in the attention being paid to their nude bodies. A
tongue is in her cunt now, sucking at the lips, flicking her clit, and audibly
gulping her juices. She feels strong hands spread her buttocks and shudders as
her shithole is rudely exposed. She hears someone inhaling deeply, sniffing the
earthy musk of her arsehole. His tongue follows, rimming her noisily, his
tongue alternating with a probing fingertip. She almost moans in frustration as
he moves away and she can no longer feel his soothing tongue lashing her quoit,
then realises with exhilaration that his fevered tonguing of her shithole was
just foreplay. His helmet is large and slippery and she bears down with her
shitting muscles as she feels it pressed into her anal core, forcing a colossal
fart to ripple over the tip and allowing his meat to slip into her seething tube
of her back-passage. The sensation of being buggered by an anonymous man as her
body is being licked and caressed by dozens of unseen hands while a skilful
tongue slithers into her pussy is overwhelming and she can hardly tell where her
body begins and ends. It is obvious that Emma is being sodomised too, and Ruth
hopes that the cock in her new friend's shit-pipe is as large and stiff as the
one in hers. After several minutes of intense buggery, she feels the man's cock
lurch in her dirt-box and feels his hot sperm jetting into her guts. Slowly the
hands and tongues melt away, in search of another prey. Moments later Ruth and
Emma emerge, blinking into the light of the room.
"Come on," Emma says, taking Ruth by the hand and
leading her over to a group of young men in the corner of the room, "I need to
be buggered some more. Hard."
Emma walks up to a young Asian male and starts
snogging him, her hands running over his fit, brown body as he fondles Emma's
heavy tits, pinches her prominent nipples and playfully slaps her pert bottom.
After a long, tonguey kiss, Emma says, "Shafiq, I'd like you to meet Ruth, a
new, and VERY dirty friend of Tom's and mine..." and Ruth realises with a shock
that she is meeting Emma's lover, the one who shares her bed and satisfies her
voracious arsehole when Tom is away. One look downwards at his genitals
confirms it: his prick is truly immense, a curved scimitar of sinuous brown
flesh, over a foot in length and thicker than her wrist. A pearlescent drop of
pre-come oozes from the tip of his massive bell-end and rolls down the pulsing
shaft to drip off of his balls, as big and heavy as lemons. Emma gives Ruth a
cheeky look and tells her not to get any ideas because she's had quite enough
meat in her bottom already. Then she says there's something else she wants to
check.
Shafiq turns around, bends over and parts his
hairy buttocks to reveal a lewdly puckering shaven butthole. Emma kneels behind
her teenage lover and he farts noisily. The smell is of hot, masculine shit and
Emma presses her face between Shafiq's muscled buns, lustfully rimming his hot
brown anus. When she has thoroughly lubricated his ringpiece with spit she
pushes a finger into his shitter.
"Feel good?" he chuckles.
"I'll say," Emma replies approvingly, "Very firm
anyway. Is there a lot of it?"
"Fucking well should be," Shafiq tells her,
groaning as Emma toys with the shit-log in his bowels. "I haven't had a dump
since Wednesday and I packed another turd up there this
afternoon..."
"Mmmm," Emma coos, fingering her dripping minge
as she stimulated Shafiq's crapper, "Do tell..."
"My little sister's," Shafiq responds, as if
repacking a turd is perfectly normal behaviour, "She left a fucking huge floater
in the bog at lunchtime. Some of hers are bigger than mine, and she's only
15."
"Did you taste it?" Emma asks, really grinding
her fingers into Shafiq's butthole.
"Of course I did!" Shafiq replies incredulously,
"It tasted fucking lush - hers always do - but don't worry, most of it's up my
arse. I tell you, it's been fucking amazing today, walking around with Samina's
turd packing my guts as well as my own."
"You have to give it me, Shafiq," Emma says
breathlessly.
"All yours, Miss," says Shafiq with a wink. Ruth
braces herself, expecting to see Shafiq void himself, grunting out a huge hybrid
torpedo of shit into Emma's mouth there and then, but some other well rehearsed
routine is about to take place. Emma gets on to her hands and knees and thrusts
her bottom rudely upwards, her thickly furred gash displayed to perfection.
Shafiq kneels behind her, fisting his elephantine cock and begins to rim her
like a hungry dog. With an obscene grunt, Emma shits the spunk her mystery
butt-fucker had deposited in her bowels into Shafiq's mouth. Impatient to enter
her bowels, he squirts a huge dollop of lube onto the glistening brown corona of
her ring and slips a finger inside, making Emma groan with pleasure and he
introduces the cooling gel to her needy back-passage.
Ruth masturbates her own dirt-hole as she watches
Emma being anally fingered and looks around for someone to satisfy her own
anal-cravings. Most men already seem occupied; cocks fully hilted in arseholes
or mouths engaged in full-on turd-worship. She sees Tom a few yards away,
kneeling glassy-eyed on all fours and deep-throating the massive choad of dark
brown shit that rises in a stiff column from the upthrust bottom of the black
girl while his own sinewy butt is being lustily fucked by the girl's hugely hung
negro boyfriend.
"You itching for a buggering, love?" says a voice
behind her.
Ruth looks around to see three men sitting on a
couch just behind her, eyeing her lasciviously and slowly wanking their stiff
fuckpoles. Their bodies are lean, buff and tanned, though she can tell from the
tacky bling and sovereign rings that they are chavs - dirty working men. The
thought of being buggered like a piece of fuck-meat by these well hung lads
makes her hot with desire.
"Rim my shithole," she says
wantonly.
The more confident of the three, a 35 year old
plasterer called Lee leans forward, his tongue literally hanging out. Ruth
pulls her buttocks apart and thrusts her shit-crease in his face and moans as he
begins to rim her. She farts as he does so, forcing a huge gob of
shit-flavoured spadge into his mouth and allowing his tongue even deeper access
to her over-stretched bottom-hole. The other two men, Luke and Dan, are
brothers who run their own plumbing business, the perfect occupation for young
men who have a serious shit addiction. As Lee works his tongue into the fetid
pit of Ruth's craphole, Dan pays attention to her huge, heaving titties and Luke
feeds her his bloated prick. Pulling back his foreskin to expose the throbbing
helmet, Ruth notices that Luke's prick is coated with a film of rectal filth,
which she sucks off greedily. Such is her heightened sense of perverted arousal
that the question of whose bottom this cock has been buggering, whose shit is
still clinging to the rim of the bell-end with such tenacity, is of almost no
interest. Over the next forty minutes, the cocks that pummel her rectum and
throat succeed in keeping her at the fever-pitch of orgasm, but the main event
is the obscene spectacle being acted out a few feet away by Emma and her
schoolboy lover. As she watches this consummate anal slut being put through her
paces by an obscenely well-hung Pakistani boy, she loses track of who is fucking
which orifice in her body. Luke, Lee and Dan take turns up her shitter and down
her throat, always choosing her back-passage as the receptacle for their spoodge
before feeding her their big, spermy arse-flavoured rods. Other men join them,
taking their turn in Ruth's burning shit-pit then, after leaving thick deposits
of creamy jism sloshing in her bowels, offer her their pricks to suck too,
richly flavoured with a cocktail of all the shitholes they have already
sodomised. She has never felt so thoroughly "taken" in her life; now little
more than a wanton fuck slut for men to use as they wish.
Emma has almost half of Shafiq's huge donkey-dong
in her shitter now, and grunts like a sow as he forces himself further in, each
thrust forcing a full-bodied fart out of her tightly stretched anus. Ruth can
barely imagine being able to take that amount of cock-meat in her own shit-pipe,
but despite the slight grimace on Emma's face and the sweat of exertion dripping
from her udders, she is clearly in arse-slut heaven. Before long, Shafiq's
teenage dick is all the way up Emma's crap-pipe, his balls resting heavily
against the hairy bulge of her sopping cunt. He buggers her lustfully,
periodically hauling all 13 inches of his phallus out of her shitter in order to
press his face into the fragrant crease of her bottom and rim her. Seeing her
new friend being buggered by a huge brown cock is such a turn on; like seeing a
massive brown loaf of shit sliding in and out of her bottom. But then Shafiq
does something Ruth had not expected to see. Alongside his titanic prick, he
slips in a finger. As Emma becomes used to the extra stretching of her anal
ring, Shafiq slips in a second finger, and in due course, a third. Within ten
or so minutes he has all of his fingers and a fair amount of his thumb wedged in
between the rim of Emma's arsehole and his buggering cock and her ring is now
stretched to unimaginable proportions. Ruth sees that another man, possibly an
Arab, is kneeling in front of Emma and offering her his jutting circumcised
prick, heavily soiled from someone's arse. Emma's sucks the shit-smeared tool
hungrily like a dummy as she struggles to accommodate not only Shafiq's titanic
cock but his fist as well inside her bottom. He is literally masturbating
inside Emma's crap-channel.
Ruth watches in amazement as Emma is fisted; the
taut rim of her shithole clutching at Shafiq's hairy wrist then stretching
around his knuckles as he drives his hand in and out of his married lover's
bowels. Emma's whole body is shaking, her face frozen in a rictus of obvious
orgasmic ecstasy as viscous female ejaculate squirts from her hairy vadge. The
squelching of Shafiq's fist in Emma's crapper is obscene and exciting, and when
he pulls his fist from her arse her anus remains a huge, gaping black hole.
Ruth suddenly realises what this perverted display has been leading up to and
she feels a climax gathering deep in the pit of her cunt, stoked by the cock of
the unknown fucker who is pounding her dirt-chute. Moving quickly, Shafiq turns
around and presses his trim, muscular arse against Emma's pillowy buttocks,
positioning the tight puckered star of his own butthole directly in line with
the gaping maw of Emma's shithole. With a loud grunt he begins to push the
enormous quantity of shit filling his arse directly into Emma's gaping,
well-lubricated ringpiece, slowly filling her bowels with hot, fresh dump, both
his own and his sister's. When he stands up, only a couple of inches of turd in
protruding from Emma's arsehole. Yet to have his own climax, Shafiq aims his
huge shit-stabber at his rudely exposed turd and with a determined lunge, forces
it right up Emma's dumper.
Crawling over to the rutting couple, her spastic
shithole farting wetly, Ruth kneels behind Shafiq's writhing, clenching bottom
and seizes his hairy buns in her hands, spreading them apart to reveal his
beshitted anus. Without a moment's thought she starts to lap at his dirty brown
ring with her tongue, savouring the taste of his spice crap. She pushes her
tongue deep into his arsehole, hoping to encounter another log of firm, savoury
man-shit, but to her despair he seems to have given Emma the entire contents of
his bowels. Suddenly Shafiq stops humping, his dick fully hilted in Emma's
shit-filled arse, and bellows as he empties his massive bollocks into her guts,
basting his own enormous log of shit with potent jism.
Ruth feels a tongue flicking against her tingling
butthole, then the blunt pressure of a cock. She looks around to see Tom,
poised to bugger her once again. With a sigh she feels the tube of her rectum
stretching to accommodate Tom's titanic prick. They are a few feet from a large
mirror and being able to watch herself being sodomised arouses her. She watches
her huge, hanging udders swinging underneath her chest and the profile of a fat
dick being thrust into her shithole between her juicy buttocks.
"Your shitter's full of jism, Ruth," Tom says as
he slides his cock into her slippery shit-tunnel, "and I'm going to give you
some more."
"Oh fuck yes," Ruth moans, this latest act of
buggery taking her to the limits of depraved sexual pleasure, the rich scent of
sodomy and shit pervading the room, "Bugger me you pervert. Fuck my shithole
hard ... cream my fucking turds your filthy bastard."
Tom manoeuvres Ruth onto her back, to give her a
better view of the perverted scene being played out. Emma stands astride her,
her long stockinged legs either side of Ruth's waist. Her bottom is inches from
Tom's face and she sighs with delight as he pressed his face between her cheeks
and inhales the delicious scent of her beshitted anus. He thrusts his tongue
into her slack shithole, greedily felching the freshly deposited sperm from her
back-passage before savouring the spice tang of Shafiq's ripe boy-shit. Ruth
once again feels Tom's prick flex and jerk in her bowels: further proof, if any
were needed, of his serious shit addiction.
Shafiq squats above Ruth, leaving her in no doubt
that he wishes her to rim his dirty arsehole. She does so willingly and
gratefully, intoxicated by the richly flavoured shit with cakes his hole. Then
he moves backward, enjoying the feeling of her tongue lashing his great,
flopping bollocks for a while, finally offering her his huge, crap-smeared
penis. He moans with delight as she gobbles on the fat helmet of his dick and
nurses him back to hardness with her skilled tongue and full, sexy lips. He
stares and the magnificent pelt of thick, dark pubes between Emma's legs and
cranes his neck forward in order to eat her vadge. Emma's legs begin to tremble
and she feels two experienced tongues working over her fuckholes: her husband
rimming her straining shit-pucker and her teenage lover noshing her dripping
cunt. Ruth feels similarly intense sexual pleasure as her rectum is filled over
and over again with Tom's pistoning prick while Shafiq's huge, shit-flavoured
pole chokes her throat. So much come has been squirted up Ruth's bottom that
her butthole squelches and farts rudely as it is buggered.
Emma sighs as she lets the huge mass of shit in
her bottom breach the muscular ring of her shithole and slide slowly into Tom's
mouth. He sucks and licks the fat column of shit for a few minutes, until Emma
is unable to prevent the entire turd from leaving her bowels. With a series of
unladylike grunts, Emma voids her bowels and lets the massive, heavy turd land
with a thud on Ruth's belly. The provenance of the log is easy to see.
Shafiq's shit is very dark in colour, and hard and pebbly - the perfect turd for
thrusting into a woman's cunt like a dildo, or sucking on like a cock. Samina's
contribution to the mammoth choad is a little lighter in colour, though still a
deep brown, perfectly firm, and very thick. Well over a foot long, Shafiq's
crap has melded with Samina's bowel movement to form a huge hybrid turd of
flabbergasting proportions.
Shitting has become an almost sexual experience
for Samina, since her brother introduced her to the pleasures of sodomy some
months ago. The sensation of her rubbery anus being stretched by a hard,
recalcitrant turd is a perfect analogue of the experience of being buggered,
even her largest turds can equal her elder brother's gigantic prick in size and
girth. Despite Shafiq's heartfelt entreaties, Samina is not yet ready to empty
her bowels directly into his mouth or even onto his muscular chest. However,
she is perfectly happy to allow her hunky brother to make love to her with his
mouth while she uses the toilet, enjoying the sensation of having her large
teenage titties suckled or her hairy fanny tongued as she forces a stinking
cylinder of girl-shit from her bottom. The rich fragrance of his sexy sister's
logs always proves intensely arousing for Shafiq who usually bends her over
afterwards, and after a brief taste of her shitty butthole, treats her to the
buggering she has come to crave, the high chilli content of Samina's muck making
his massive prick tingle and burn. For her part, Samina has become addicted to
being buggered, and never fails to come when Shafiq fills her horny young
shitter with his monster meat, her huge breasts filling his hands, viscous cunt
oils dripping from her hairy minge onto the floor beneath. Shafiq loves to suck
his spadge from Samina's gaping shithole after buggering her, but Samina
sometimes begs him to leave her full of come so that she can enjoy farting it
into her knickers on the way back to school.
Tom imagines the scene in the Khan family
lavatory that afternoon: Shafiq lifting his sister's enormous turd-log out of
the toilet; feeling its weight and firmness; sniffing deeply to savour its
fragrance, the most taboo and most intense fragrance imaginable, a fragrance
guaranteed to induce a throbbing erection in a true shit connoisseur; then
placing it carefully on the toilet seat so that he can lick, taste and worship
Samina's turd while he prepares his clenching shithole to receive the dung. He
begins with a butt-plug, one of the thickest in his collection, to loosen his
anus, then moves on to a large, wrist-thick dildo, carefully introducing plenty
of lube into his rectum. Then he lies on the floor and pulls his knees back to
his shoulders. He carefully pulls the rigid dong from his boy-pussy and the
bathroom is immediately filled with the masculine stench of his own shit.
Trembling, he presses the tip of Samina's warm turd to his pulpy arse-pucker and
begins to force it into his own shitter, later fucking it deep into his arse
with a dildo.
Tom picks up the massive shit which curls hotly
on Ruth's stomach. It breaks into two, separating the dung of brother and
sister. Samina's log is probably the largest of the two and Tom is amazed and
highly aroused that such a petite 15 year old girl can produce such a massive
amount of shit. He brings it to his lips to taste the Pakistani girl's filth as
he continues to pound Ruth's helpless farting shit-tube. Few things make him
hornier than a hefty sausage of teen-girl shit. His own sister had been 15 when
the sleeping demon of turd-lust was first awakened in Tom's soul. His bedroom
was next to the bathroom and he used to masturbate feverishly as he listened to
Ami grunting and farting on the toilet. When she went to her room he would go
into the lavatory himself. The air would be richly spiced with her pungent
farts and thick with the earthy fragrance of her freshly dumped logs.
Occasionally the turd would be unflushed, remaining in the toilet bowl proud and
immovable, rendered immobile due to its sheer size. It was a huge turn-on to
know that Ami did not shit demure, lady-like little turds, but enormous,
hole-stretching ropes of fat, greasy shit, many of them even larger than his own
huge 17 year old boy-turds. In the early days Tom was content to masturbate
over Ami's bowel movements as he fantasised about enjoying his sister's hot body
and plunging his cock into her anus, deep into her rectal filth. But as time
went on he became bolder, more perverted. He lifted her gorgeous logs out of
the water, still warm, to appreciate their heaviness in his hand, then
progressed to licking and sucking the knobbly surface of each precious turd.
The final stage was eating, wanking furiously as he chewed and swallowed his
sister's hot, bitter shit.
Samina's turd is perfect. A shit-lover's dream.
It is extremely large and she must have enjoyed the eroticism of having her
tight brown anus so hugely stretched by her turd. Its scent is rich and heady,
the taste ripe, bitter and spice. The urge to consume Samina's enormous column
of bowel filth is overwhelming, but he does not want to deny pleasure to Emma.
Emma is clear how she wishes to enjoy the girl's shit and she spreads her meaty
cuntlips to show it. Tom gently draws the blunt tip of the log up and down the
cleft of Emma's sopping minge, then begins to work the shaft of the turd into
his wife's vagina. Emma gasps with pleasure as the massive loaf of hot
girl-shit disappears between her hairy cuntal lips, filling her sex. Fewer
things make her feel quite so depraved and slutty as turding her twat and her
juices ooze copiously, running down the protruding portion of the turd, dripping
into Shafiq's mouth. Emma suddenly feels a warm shit-log pressing against her
fucked-out anus and realised that Tom is intending to pack her rectum with shit
as well. As Shafiq's turd stretches her shithole and travels up into her guts,
Emma feels the flutterings of an orgasm growing in her belly. Soon Shafiq's
turd is buried all the way up her shit-pipe and Samina's massive spice log is
making her cunt-tube tingle. She feels Tom's lips covering her filthy anus and
she begins to climax. The spasms in her fanny and bottom start to force the
shit out: Shafiq's turd into her husband's mouth, Samina's turd into Shafiq's
mouth.
Shafiq gags as Samina's massive turd reaches the
back of his throat and he swallows a tasty mixture of fanny-batter and turd
grease, hungry for his little sister's shit. Ruth stares up in amazement at the
two shit-addicted men eating the stinking filth that Emma is forcing out of her
shitter and cunt. Shafiq is the first to come, delivering a torrent of creamy
jism into Ruth's mouth. Second's after Tom ejaculates into her shitter.
Shafiq's and Samina's huge logs are simply too large to be eaten entirely and
several inches of slippery girl shit land stingingly on Ruth's enormous melons.
Grunting, Emma then forces the remainder of Shafiq's firm turd-meat onto Ruth's
belly before walking off in search of more large cocks to fuck her crapper and
tongues to lash her shit-flavoured pussy.
Ruth trembles with excitement as she feels two
pairs of hands mashing the warm shit into her body, Shafiq smearing her hooters
with his sister's dung while Tom smooths Shafiq's crap all over her heaving
belly.On unsteady legs Ruth makes her way over to a
corner of the room where there seems to be a lot of action, the coating of shit
on her tits and stomach making her feel raunchy and sexy. She sees Emma has had
the same idea and is on her hands and knees between two men, nineteen year-old
Spanish identical twins. The twins are lean and buff and have huge cocks. As
one slams his bloated pole into her anus, his brother stands before with his
buns spread so that Emma can noisily French-kiss his hairy arsehole. But now
Ruth's attention is caught by an older man, a wealthy banker called Sir Charles
Eyres, who is sitting on a sofa masturbating his very large, thick cock as his
massive balls flop beneath. His body is muscled and hairy and Ruth immediately
senses a needy itch in her arse. After momentary eye-contact she spreads her
generous buttocks and positions her shithole directly above Sir Charles' massive
sex and lowers herself, practically sucking his schlong into her back-passage.
As she sits astride his powerful legs, his prick filling her fundament, she sees
what is arousing him so intensely. On the floor in front of them Sir Charles'
big-titted wife and daughter are grinding their hairy cunts together around a
thick column of Sir Charles' shit. Sir Charles asks Ruth to turn to face him so
that he might lick her shitty teats. When she does he really goes to town on
her filthy norks, greedily licking the spice shit that clings to them. After a
while, Ruth feels further pressure on her anus. Startled, she looks over her
shoulder to see that a younger man is trying to force his cock into her bottom
at the same time!
"Don't worry my dear," Sir Charles says kindly,
"This is my son Damian. He's only a little larger than me and we promise you
you'll enjoy the sensation of two pricks up your shitter. Lady Eyres can't get
enough double-barrelled buggering. By the way, your shit is really most
tasty."
"It's not mine I'm afraid," Ruth says naughtily,
"It's the shit of a teenage Pakistani girl that her brother fished out of the
toilet."
"Mmmm," Sir Charles moans, licking Ruth's
beshitted melons with renewed vigour, "Deliciously perverted. Shit does that to
people. It's like a drug that we'll do anything to score. I expect you're much
the same when it comes to being sodomised. Now my dear, take a big breath.
Damian and I are going to double bugger you."
Ruth worries whether her anus will be able to
stretch sufficiently to accommodate both massive rods of gristle, but the
prospect of being buggered by father and son at the same time is too exciting to
refuse. The bloated helmet of Damian's stiff young cock pops past her anal
ring, alongside his father's. She has never felt her butthole stretched so
intensely before, but she realises that she will shortly be having an orgasm.
The two men find a rhythm, Sir Charles withdrawing slightly as Damian shoves his
huge dick all the way up into her guts, then vice versa. As they pump her
rectum with twin cocks, Sir Charles and Damian talk nonchalantly about other
women they have given this treat to, oblivious to Ruth who remains sandwiched
between them little more than a piece of fuckmeat impaled on a pair of huge
aristocratic cocks. Just before they inundate her bottom with sperm, a large
breasted woman saunters over to her.
"My husband has taken quite a shine to you," she
says, "He's quite a tit-man, you see. If you'd like to join us in a few
minutes, we're in Private Room number 4. I'll suck all that jizz out of your
arse if you do."
Several minutes later Ruth knocks on the door and
walks in, jism dripping from her plundered shithole and running down the backs
of her thighs. She gasps audibly.
It must be him. She'd seen him in "Closer" and
"Children of Men" and the likeness was unmistakable. Goodness knows, Ruth had
masturbated her shithole often enough imagining that it was Clive who was
buggering her. And here he is, sitting naked on a chair as a naked Bianca
Matassini skillfully fellates his enormous penis. In his hand he holds a large,
chestnut coloured turd several inches in length which he licks and sniffs like a
fine cigar while Bianca pleasures him. Ruth wonders whether it has been shat
for him by his wife, who is on her hands and knees a few feet away being lustily
buggered by a well-endowed negro. The thought of him worshipping her own shit
almost makes Ruth come, her shit-tube spasming. She watches him being sucked
off and worshipping the hefty shit-log in his hand, masturbating as she does
so. Taking Bianca by the hair, he pulls her sucking mouth from his dick and
dismisses her. He beckons Ruth over.
"Turn round," he says forcefully. His manner is
direct and menacing and it turns Ruth on. He begins stroking her buttocks, "You
know who I am?"
"Yes," Ruth answers meekly.
"Good," Clive replies, "Are you
discreet?"
"Yes," Ruth says quickly, "My husband doesn't
know that I enjoy shit."
"You don't shit in his mouth then?" he asks,
massaging the slackened rim of her bumhole.
"No, he's not into it at all."
"More fool him," he says simply, sliding two
fingers into Ruth's slippery arsehole. "There is nothing more intensely erotic
than worshipping a hot woman's fudge. I am addicted to Sarah's
turds."
"I'm not surprised," Ruth replies, eyeing the fat
column of dark brown shit that he is licking and sniffing.
"I have a proposition for you," Clive says,
vigorously fingering her shithole. "Next weekend it's Sarah's birthday and
we'll be having a private party here. I'll arrange a lot of men to bugger her
of course, but we need another woman to keep the me occupied while the other men
satisfy Sarah's shitter. We'll pay for your travel and accommodation in a 5
Star hotel."
"Sounds great," Ruth says, unable to believe what
she is hearing.
"Sit on my cock," Clive says sternly, "Don't take
anything inside, just let your pucker rest on the helmet. That's it. Now, can
you fart?"
"Fart," Ruth asks, her heart
pounding.
"Yes," he replies, "I like having filthy anal
bitches like you fart on my prick, feel their shitlips vibrate over my
helmet."
Ruth strains and forces an explosive spermy fart
from her anus which causes Clive's big cock to stiffen still further. Without a
word he seizes Ruth's hips, throws her onto the couch and penetrates her bottom,
filling her anal fuck channel in a single stroke."
"Now," he continues, "Do you have any limits when
it comes to sex?"
"Not really," Ruth says honestly, "Though I'm not
really into pain. Or bestiality."
"What about spanking?"
"Oh I love being spanked before I'm
buggered."
"Good," he says, the satisfaction evident in his
voice, his cock throbbing into her poop-chute. He slaps her wobbling tits a
couple of times to test her claim. He holds his wife's turd up to Ruth's nose,
allowing her to sniff it and caress it with her tongue. "Do you shit large
turds, like this?"
"Pretty big, sometimes bigger if I don't shit for
a few days."
"I'd like to see Sarah take a shit in your
mouth. I that okay?"
"More than okay," Ruth replies, trembling with
lust.
"Then of course I'll want to see you suck all the
sperm out of her bottom..."
"Yummy," Ruth says, squeezing Clive's cock with
her rectal muscles.
"And a lot of the other men will want to bugger
you too. There'll be about thirty men, from 15 to 50, who will want to use you
like a dirty anal whore..."
"I can hardly wait..."
"You are such a filthy, perverted slut. You'll
be perfect," Clive says as he brings Sarah's turd once again to Ruth's lips.
"What else? What else do you want?"
"I want your shit," says Ruth breathlessly, "I
want you to shit a huge stinking turd into my vadge. That's heaven for me. A
fanny full of filth and a butt full of cock."
"My pleasure," Clive says sexily as he begins to
work his wife's massive turd into Ruth's sopping cunt.
Almost immediately Ruth begins to come. Her
shitter is utterly packed with cock and her cunt is stretched around an enormous
column of female filth and she almost passes out with the pleasure of it. After
several minutes of sustained buggery she looks up to see that Sarah is squatting
over her face, pulling her peachy buttocks apart to expose her puffy, sperm-wet
shithole.
"Lick my arsehole, you dirty bitch," Sarah says
in a voice that sends shivers down Ruth's spine, "I've been buggered by three
big niggers tonight so there should be plenty of jism up there."
With a raucous fart, a torrent of strong-tasting
spadge belches from Sarah's well-fucked anus and fills Ruth's mouth. When she
has expelled every drop of spunk from her rectum, she sits on Ruth's face,
forcing her to tongue her anus. The sight of his sexy, big-breasted wife
frigging her hairy cunt and shitting the combined loads of 3 virile black men
into Ruth's mouth tips Clive over the edge and he spunks up Ruth's shitter,
slipping a butt-plug into her bottom as he withdraws his cock.
When he has got his breath back, Clive leads Ruth
to the toilet. Standing naked in a male toilet with her breasts covered in shit
and a large butt-plug filling her bottom makes Ruth feels utterly depraved and
randy. Her nipples stand to attention and her cunt drips. Beside her a man
pisses into the urinal, steaming amber liquid gushing from his heavy cock.
Several feet away a teenage boy is fucking an older man, thrusting his huge
erection into the man's muscled hairy bottom. Several men are standing around,
naked and wanking. Clive announces to them that Ruth's cunt is packed with his
wife's turd and immediately a man is kneeling in front of her, hungry for the
shit which is filling her pussy. She comes as she voids herself into his mouth
and watches him chewing and swallowing the bitter hot crap. Clive kneels behind
Ruth and pulls the butt-plug from her anus with a nasty farting slurp. His
tongue flutters in her craphole and she relaxes her shitting muscles, allowing
the thick mass of sperm from several men slip slimily into his mouth. The
constant buggery of her anus has clearly dislodged a turd as well, and she
masturbates to orgasm as she slowly shits herself into his mouth, allowing him
to chew and swallow every inch of her delicious smelly shit.
Eating Ruth's shit has given Clive another rigid
erection, so he buggers Ruth one final time, this time shooting his spadge over
her curvy buttocks. Ruth is shocked when Clive tells her to squat in the
urinal, a long trough of cool porcelain, wet with piss, but she is also
extremely aroused. Clive pisses on her first, spattering her shitty melons with
steaming hot piss. Some of it goes in her mouth and she greedily gulps it
down. He says he will leave a card at the front desk, and he is gone. Other
men follow, pissing over her tits, onto her cunt, into her mouth, her hair.
Some men have erections and have to masturbate into her mouth or over her
breasts before dousing her with piss. The man who was being buggered by the
teenage boy is next. Instead of aiming his cock at her, he turns round, pulls
his cheeks apart and forces a huge jet of spermy piss from his hairy shithole.
The boy must have given him a piss enema and Ruth masturbates as he expells it
over her. She loses count of the number of orgasms she enjoys.An hour later, well showered and douched and
smelling sweetly of soap, she is traveling to Tom and Emma's apartment in a
taxi. Her only regret of the evening is that she has yet to experience the
pleasure of a fist in her arse, or of having someone take a shit directly into
her rectum, but Emma tells her not to worry, because Jade will look after it.
Ruth is confused, but decides to say nothing.
Emma takes Ruth through to the kitchen and pours
her a glass of wine before they wander through to the living room. In the
living room they find Tom smooching with a busty teenage girl, pinching the
nipples of her naked breasts as they snog. She has unzipped his trousers and is
wanking his cock. Ruth notices that Jade is clutching a bottle of anal
lube.
"This is Jade," Emma says, "Our babysitter. As
you can see, she has lovely slim hands..."
"And," adds Tom with a wink, "she tells me she
hasn't had a dump since Tuesday..."
But Ruth is hardly listening, she is too busy
undressing. Ristorante Stronzo has made another willing convert.