Why She's Dating Him

It never fails, really. There is always that guy or girl out there who you see with someone. With someone they shouldn't be with. You think, "Man, what is she doing with a guy like him?" or "I look better then her, how come I can't get a guy like that?" Well, Jeff was that guy, and Alicia was his girl.

Not that there was anything wrong with Jeff - he wasn't hunch-back or obese or completely nerdy. He wasn't social inept or anything like that, nor was he some abusive jerk who pushed her around. He worked out a bit, but he wasn't some rock-solid, super-cut body-builder. Dark hair, blue eyes, clean-cut and well dressed, he was handsome, but not gorgeous, no Brad Pitt here. But her was pleasant, a good conversationalist, and funny.

But Alicia was an underwear model. Lingerie: the real small, sexy things. The kinds of catalogues guys liked to look through an ogle the women. She was drop-dead sexy in every way. She often did thong and bikini shoots because she had a nice, plump ass that really made the clothes look good. A flat stomach from working out and dieting, but also a bit curvier then the other models and a fuller chest than her co-workers, too. She never did runway shows - she wasn't stick thin like those models. Her shots often had her smiling at the camera, her eyes bright and her teeth gleaming. She had a cute, sparkling look about her, not the sultry, seductive, temptress look that the other models often used. She was always bouncy with energy, bubbling with giggles, but a keen wit and surprisingly well read.

Seeing the two together often created the stir - the gorgeous woman with the average guy. She should be dating actors and male models, but she was with Jeff, and no one could figure out why. When his friends asked him how he had gotten a hot chick like her, Jeff just smiled and said he was great in bed. His friends would shake their heads and laugh and envy him his great fortune.

And when her friends asked her why she was dating him, Alicia would say that he was great in bed, and her friends would laugh a bit and shake their heads. They teased her about it, sure, since most of them, models themselves, were dating actors and male models, but they all liked Jeff when they met him, and he did handle himself well in social circles, quick with a joke and just generally pleasant to be around. It was not surprising that some of them were jealous of Alicia's good fortune.

In fact, every one of their friends would admit that the two seemed wonderful together. They envied their closeness and their intimacy, and often, if anyone of them were asked which couple they would most like to be like, their friends would answer Jeff and Alicia. But not one of them could figure out how the two went so fell together, where their spectacular relationship stemmed from. That was their great secret.

They had met months ago, and by blind luck, too. Jeff had been out at a club with some co-workers, and not having a very good time, either. He saw his best friend's wife over at another table and went to say hello, mainly just to get a little respite party he had come in with, only to have her introduce him to her cousin, who was a model, and her cousin's friend, Alicia. After a quick introduction and brief exchange, the three, amused by his description of the pitiful people he was stuck with, invited him to join them. He almost hadn't, feeling like he was intruding, but they all insisted.

Alicia had made the next move, giving him her phone number at the end of the night. And Jeff, feeling way out of his depth in doing so, decided to call her and ask her out to dinner. He hadn't really expected her to accept - hell, he hadn't even expected the number to really be hers, but it was and she did.

Three dates later, he found himself making out with her on his couch, her sexy lace bra tossed by her silk blouse on his floor, and for the first time, he was looking at the bare breasts of a girl he had often fantasized about, but never dreamed he would see naked. He felt like he was walking through a dream, living a life that was not his own, but enjoying it none-the-less. When she left the next morning after breakfast, he was sure he had imagined the whole thing - but, then, there were the pictures on his digital camera that she had picked up and started to take of him, then her, then both of them . . .

Their next date was even more amazing. He had been her escort to a fancy black-tie party for some celebrity her friend was dating. They mingled and danced, wined, dined, and chatting away. Again, he felt like he was walking in a dream, moving through the motions of another man's life. Dressed in a tux, a beautiful woman on his arm, hobnobbing with high society - this was something unreal and unknown to him.

And his night only got better.

Jeff found himself at her apartment afterwards. They were both a little warm and tipsy from the Champaign, and even as he sat down on the couch, Alicia was pouring them each another drink from her bar.

"Whiskey," she purred as she handed him a glass. "Unlady-like, I know," she added, sipping her own. She smiled at him, flashing him that beautiful grin he had seen from the pages of lingerie catalogues. She looked positively radiant.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, leaning in to give her a kiss on the lips. He sipped his whiskey, enjoying the warmth of it. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Me, too," she replied, flipping her hair back to reveal her bare neck and shoulders. "Usually these things are a major bore. I liked having you with me."

"I'm glad." Jeff was a little intimidated about making the next move, even after all the times they had gone out, but he leaned in again, and kissed her once more, this time his lips lingering on hers. As the seconds went by, their mouths opens and their tongues began and long, intimate dance between their mouths. Hands moved around their bodies, and within moments, her gown was at her waist and his shirt and jacket were on the floor.

Jeff's mouth moved down to her neck and shoulder, eliciting moans of delight from her sweet lips as his kissed across her bare flesh. Moving a little lower, his lips sought out her breast. Soft, loving pecks around the skin, he went slowly, enjoying every precious second. His mouth locked onto her nipple with a small suckle, and her hand clutched his hair as she gasped out.

His hands her fluid around her body, caressing her flesh as though she was a delicate flower, easily damaged, and his light touches enflamed her passion, drawing out a raw heat and burning desire. He kissed his way down her stomach, drawing her gown down past her waist and thighs, all the down to her feet to expose her body for his mouth to enjoy.

And his lips continued their exodus, traveling down over the waist band of her sexy little panties. He kissed her though the fabric down her pelvis and onto her crotch so that his lips pressed into her hot sex through the underwear. The obstruction muted the sensation, but that only made it more of a turn on. The scent of her arousal was getting him hard, but he was unwilling to move his mouth quite yet; he was getting too much enjoyment from hearing her gasps and feeling her fingers clutching at his shoulders.

It was Alicia that pushed him away, and then, as she stood, she pulled him up from his knees and led him to her bed room. She guided him to her king-sized bed and settled down onto her knees before him. She worked his shoes first, untying eat one slowly and then pulling it off. She reached up his ankles and then slid her hands down, peeling his socks from his feet. She fumbled a bit, removing his belt, but she managed it, and slowly tugged down his pants and pulled them off. His hard cock jutted rudely from his crotch right in her face, and her hot breath rushed across his hard-on, making his pulse with every beat of his heart.

She teased him, running her fingers lightly across the cotton-encased rod. She kissed the head, her lips leaving a little wet spot at the top of his tented boxer-briefs. She tugged at the pant legs, but his undergarments didn't budge, held in place by his rigid cock. She frowned, playfully upset and tugged again and again like a little kid unsuccessfully trying to open the cook jar. At last, she hooked her fingers in the band and pulled the elastic wide open to free his throbbing dick. She drew his underwear down his legs, moving purposefully slow, dragging out the act as long as she could. And once it was free of his feet and tossed aside, her tongue snaked out and squirmed around his cock, flowing up and down his shaft. Her mouth followed, and Jeff could not contain his moan as her fiery lips teased his sensitive flesh. She was painful slow in her movement, her mouth providing no relief, only wonderful temptation and desire.

She went down on him for sometime, never increasing her pace. His lust fueled, mad with the need for release, Jeff roused her from her knees, and with a quick twist, tossed her onto the bed. She had hinted at the fact that she liked to be taken, that an aggressive man really turned her on, and he acted on those intimations. He crawled onto the bed like a hungry lion approaching its fallen prey. His hands were not gentle when he whipped the panties from her body, yanking them off her shapely legs with one quick motion and tossing them away.

She squealed as he took her, sliding his body down to meet hers. Her arms encompassed him, her knees rising to embrace his waist, and he swooped lower and into her. His cock met with her wet cunt, and with ease that shocked them both, and made them each gasp out in a sharp breath, he entered her in one quick thrust of his body against hers. For a moment, they were still; their bodies joined completely and intimately, and their lips lavished generously upon the others. One hand on her firm ass, the other in the small of her back, Jeff began to stir against her, plowing her juicy womanhood with his member.

Her lips were on his ear, and she was whispering and moaning her encouragement, purring in lust and desire as he began to fuck her with shallow thrusts. Picking up in speed, Jeff shifted them. He drew back into a kneeling position, loving that he could look down and drinking her delicate beauty as he fucked her. His hands were on her hips, pulling her body onto his and then easing her away. Her shoulders bore her weight for the most part, but her feet her planted on the mattress to either side; her ass, however, was hovering in the air as Jeff used his hands to control her body.

Alicia felt hotter and more alive with Jeff than with anyone ever before, more comfortable, and yet also more controlled. He was being assertive with her, using her body as he wanted, and yet, she could tell by the look in his eyes, never thinking of her as just an object or a conquest. She let herself be taken by him, for the moment relinquishing all control to him; so vulnerable, and yet so fulfilled, she cried out in pleasure as he fucked harder and faster.

Jeff's hands clutched at her hips, but he was sliding them down, his fingers caressing her ass, and then creeping across her tight bum to her meet in the center. Grabbing a handful of her butt, he spread her apart, exposing her anus to his probing fingers. He did nothing more than caress he hole, sliding his finger tips gingerly up and down her ass valley as if testing her.

His touch made her moan all the more; she was a fan of anal play, but most of the men she was with were ever given such a privilege as being able to bugger her rear. Jeff was different, though. Alicia found him daring in a way most guys weren't, and those who were, were often too much so and ended up being assuming and intrusive. Alicia might have liked men who took some initiative, but there were some things that should be offered, or at least requested, not just taken. To her, Jeff's fingers were requesting, and she was more than happy to acquiesce.

"I love your fingers on my ass," she moaned in the thralls of pleasure.

Jeff grinned slyly, his fingers roaming, rubbing her hole just a bit more, and pressing with a bit more urgency. "I bet you do. Sexy ass like that, it deserves to get a lot of attention."

"I like the attention," she replied, her hands sliding up over her tits, giving them a juicy squeeze. "Feels so good."

"You know what I want?" Jeff asked, his eyes burning with passion. "I want to kiss that beautiful ass of yours."

Alicia moaned again. "Do it. Kiss my ass. Show me how much you love it."

Jeff withdrew his cock and flipped her over onto her stomach. He crawled up her body, parting her legs with his hands as he went. He slid oh had up her leg, between her thighs, and his finger stroked the hot wetness of her sex. His face was mere inches away, and Alicia could feel his panting breaths against her bum. His other hand struck down upon her rear with a sharp crack; the unexpected spank made her hiss and moan, and when his teeth nibbled across her body, she sighed and cried out to him, calling out her pleasure over and over, and he continued to stroke her pussy with his hand.

When his fingers from his free hand pried apart her ass once more, revealing her wrinkly hole to his inspecting eyes, her breath caught in her throat, and she found herself not breathing, not one gasp or sigh, not even an inhale as his face drew closer and deeper. His puckered lips met with her anus, and at once her lungs released in a deep moan. His mouth felt like fire against her sensitive bud, and his lips were soft as they kissed the wrinkled flesh over and over. He kissed her all over, moving across every inch of her bum, but he returned often to plant long kisses directly on her twitching sphincter.

His tongue, wet with saliva, lapped across her hole, making her shudder, and she ground her crotch down on the hand between her legs. She reached back and grabbed her ass with her hands, spreading it apart of him, farther than he could do with one hand, giving him complete and total access to her asshole. Taking the sign for what it was, a desperate plea for more and a sign of her utter enjoyment, his tongue licked again and again, lapping at the crinkled dip between her bum cheeks, worshipped her rear. Licking it circles, moving closer and closer to the center, he pushed harder with his tongue, until his tongue dipped slightly into her, pushing into her hole.

She spread harder, prying her anus apart as much as she could with her hands to give him as much of an opening for his tongue as she could, and his squirming member probed deeper into her rear, slipping in to lick at her anus from the inside. Alicia was rocking back and forth on his hand, and he slid his fingers deeper into her pussy, fingering her as he rimmed her ass so passionately.

He head bobbed against her butt as he fucked her bottom with his tongue as best he could, trying to push harder and deeper with every thrust of his face into her magnificent rear. He pulled away some moments later when he could get no deeper and stand the urging of his raging cock no longer. "I want to fuck your beautiful ass," he moaned. He was sure that, after such a show of delight from her, she would be willing, but he was not one to act on such an assumption.

"Oh, God, yes! Please, fuck my ass! I want you to! I want to feel that hard cock deep inside my ass!"

Jeff withdrew his fingers, sliding them up through her anal cleavage to smear her slick juiced against her sphincter. His finger grazed across the wrinkled brown circle, getting her wet, and then he pushed in slightly. Her ass opened easily to his probing finger, and she humped back against his hand as she moaned her delight at the penetration. Even his finger felt tight and wonderful inside of her.

Jeff fingered her rear for a moment, loosening her anus, and then he pulled out and sucked his digit, relishing the taste of her wonderful bottom. Alicia couldn't see him do it, had no idea what he was up to as he sucked and licked the flavor of her ass form his skin. He lined up his cock and leaned into her, his cock head nuzzling up to her anal, pushing gently at the entrance into her back door. She raised herself onto her arms and pushed back against him. Her anal passage opened for him and his cock slid deeper and deeper inside of her.

Both were silent, breathless, as his cock penetrated her most private orifice. Her ass was tight around his cock, hot and heavenly as it clutched his member in a vice grip of shear ecstasy. And she, in turn, felt completely full and filled by his member, as if his body was merging with hers, their passion and pleasure flowing massive culmination of flesh. When her bum pressed against his thighs, both held their bodies still and panted, both feeling closer and more intimate then they had ever felt with another person before.

They were still for some time, and then as one, then pulled away, only to crush their bodies back together in one blissful moment. Then again and again, moving harder and faster with each passing thrust, both Jeff and Alicia fucked their bodies hard against the other's, each crying out as their flesh met with a resounding smack.

It was not long into this hot ass fucking that Jeff realized that Alicia was not quite clean in her dirty hole; not at all, in fact, and his cock, with each hard pound into her tight rectum, was pushing hard into her shit. It was deep inside of her, and his shaft was marred with only the faintest streaks of brown - the product of any ass fuck - but he knew if he withdrew completely, the head of his dick would be a different matter all together. He felt like he should say something, just to warn her in some way, but he didn't want to embarrass her.

"God, I feel so full with your hard cock in my ass," Alicia moaned, using the best slut voice she could manage. She liked the sound of her dirty talk, and knew most guys did as well.

"It's not only my cock that making you full," Jeff replied. He immediately wished he had - that was not the most tactful way to say it, especially since he had replied in an equally dirty voice.

"You mean," she started, her voice little more than a whisper, "you're fucking my shit?" It was a pant, a gasp, and though Jeff was not so sure if he heard the lust in her voice or if his mind had simply added it, he noticed right away that the thrusting of her body against his became more urgent, more raw and sexual. She was seemed mad with desire, and he thought he knew why.

"Yeah," he replied, grapping her waist to stop her humping ass. He drew back, as if to pull his cock from her bum. "I'm fucking your dirty shit." With that, he threw his body forward, stabbing harder and deeper with his cock, burying himself deep and even knocking her forward as their bodies collided.

She grunted loudly, almost screaming, at the savagery of his once deep thrust, and she responded in kind, forcing her body back against him. Then they were in rhythm again, humping against each other, but both were wild with lust, now, fucking harder and faster with every stroke like crazed animals.

"Fuck my shit," Alicia squealed. "Fuck it. Fuck it hard! Hard!" Her words gave way to unintelligible cries lust and ecstasy.

Jeff, however, continued his tirade, "Oh, yeah," he moaned for her to hear, "I'm fucking you shit. I can feel it against my cock. You ass is so dirty, so filthy. You like that? Huh?" His had crashed down on her ass again in another hard spank. "You like that I'm fucking your dirty ass? Fucking you shit? You like that?" He spanked her again.

"Oh, God yes. It's wonderful! Fuck my shit! God, fuck my shit!"

"Oh, yeah! I'm going to cum. Fucking you hot shit is making me cum!"

"Jeff, yes. Cum! Cum in my mouth! Let me suck you cock!"

The words shocked him, and at the same time, they seemed so natural and so right, that he did not give them a second thought. He pulled his cock from her ass, straining to hold him cum just a little longer. His cock head was, indeed, smeared brown with her excrement, and even more of his shaft was dirty after such a hard fucking.

Alicia rolled right over and took his cock between her lips. She was sucking him off, licking at his cock head and she bobbed her mouth up and down his shaft, drinking in every morsel of bitter flavor, moaning in utter delight. Her fingers her furiously rubbing her clit, and despite how close Jeff had been to cumming before even vacating Alicia's tight ass, she came before him. Her cries were muffled by the cock buried between her lips, but she was still loud, shouting at the top of her lungs as she body quaked from the pleasure. She was sucking still, and licking like a mad woman at Jeff's cock. He came soon after, spraying her mouth with his spunk. She sucked it down and swallowed it eagerly, still riding high on her climax.

They settled down from their orgasms at the same time. Jeff collapsed onto the bed next to her, and rolled onto his side, his arm circling her body as she turned away from him, so that they were spooning, his stomach pressed into her back. He was breathing hard, his face flushed from the exertion and pleasure of their sex.

Alicia hugged a pillow to her body, and even as Jeff played with her hair with his fingers, her slowly drew up into a tight ball. Curling into the fetal position drew most of her body away from his, and soon only the bare flesh of her back touched him at all. She had withdrawn from him.

"Alicia, what is it?"

"Nothing," she whispered. She spoke into the pillow, her voice sounding like little more than a summer breeze, but Jeff could hear the sob in that word.

"Hey," he said, rising a bit to try to look at her. "What's wrong? Lisha?"

She shook as he touched her neck. Her face was buried completely into her pillow, and even when he leaned over to kiss what little bit of her cheek was exposed, she did not open up to him.

"Did I go too far?" Jeff asked, afraid that he had ruined what had been his best relationship ever.

" No," she said, her voice shrill from her misery. "No, you didn't at all. I did! You must think I'm sick!"

"No, I don't think that at all! Why would I think that?" His kissed her again, then kissed her neck, his hands gliding down her bare arms to her flanks, and then across her body, just stroking her, soothing her.

"Cause I am sick," she said, finally pulling away the pillow a bit. Her face was red and her eyes puffy. "I'm a sick person. Just utterly disgusting."

Jeff was confused, but he didn't let it show. He just hugged her close and continued to kiss and caress her. "No, you're not. You're the most wonderful, beautiful person I've ever know. I love you, Lisha. I really, truly love you." It was the first time he had said that to her, but he was telling the truth.

"You wouldn't if you knew . . . ."

"Knew what? There is nothing that could make me love you less. Nothing at all."

She turned to look at him. She seemed defiant, now, and when she spoke, Jeff knew she wasn't speaking because she believed his words, but because she was out to prove him wrong. "Oh, yeah? Well here it is, Jeff. See if you can love me after this. I have a fetish. A sick one. I'm a coprophiliac." She was smiling in that way people do when they have won an argument but aren't happy about it.

Jeff a bit taken aback by that. "A lot of people are in to some weird things -"

Alicia cut him off. "No, I'm not just 'into' it. I have a fetish, a real honest-to-God, book-definition fetish. You know what that means?" Tears were returning to her eyes now, as she started to break down again. "It means I can't have an orgasm without some exposure to my fetish. I can't cum without shit. Without tasting it or smearing it all over me. I can't - I can't - " She broke down in tears and hugged her knees to her chest, hiding her face once more.

Jeff's embraced her again, shushing her and rocking back and forth. "It's okay, Lisha. Everything is okay. It's going to okay."

She was sniffing and sobbing as she tried to speak. "I finally find a guy I really like, and he really likes me and I want to have a relationship and I ruin it."

"Alicia, you haven't ruined anything!"

"I gave it away! I was such a dirty slut for it!"

"Alicia!" Jeff shook her a bit, and drew back so that he could look her in the eyes. "You haven't ruined anything! How many people do you think know what coprophilia is?"

She shook her head, and then realization struck and her eyes went wide. "You mean you are - "

Jeff shook his head. "It's not a fetish for me. I can get off fine without shit, but I'm definitely a scat fan."

The beauty of heaven radiated in her face, and she tackled him, kissing his with all her passion and love. "Are you serious? Are you really?"

"Alicia, that was just about the hottest sex I've ever had, fucking your dirty ass and having you suck my cock clean. I never thought I would ever find someone to do that with!"

"Me neither! I'm always so embarrassed with guys, I just can't help it. I get all turned on and sex is great and all, but I just can never cum! I've never once cum with another person before! I've always had to wait until I had time to be alone so I could get all messy - oh, Jeff! I love you so much!" She kissed him again, their naked bodies pressed together as they shared a deep, intimate moment unlike no other before.

They laid in bed a long time, just holding each other, their naked bodies pressed together as they cuddled in joyous silence. Each felt like they had found a piece of themselves that had been missing all along, and now they were wholly completed.

It was a while later and Alicia got up from bed, and headed for the bathroom. Jeff watched her go, the sexy sway of her sleek hips as she moved, the perfect curve of her tight ass, which was still a little messy he noted with a satisfied grin. And then he sat up with a start and climbed out of bed, catching up to her as she both turned to sit and close the door. He caught the door with his hand, and she looked up, surprised to see him there.

"What?"

"What are doing?"

"I need to use the toilet," she laughed. "I still have to go, you know."

"Yeah, I know," he replied, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to her feet. He spun her around so she was facing the wall, straddling the toilet. "Bad girl!" He gave her a playful spank on her bottom. "If you can only cum when shit is involved, then we better make sure we get you off at every opportunity."

Alicia giggled, and Jeff pressed against her back, bending her at her waist so that she was leaning against the wall with her hands. Jeff sat down on the very edge of the toilet, his face right in her ass, and he spread her butt cheeks with his hands, revealing her puckered hole. He watched as her sphincter twitched and flared out as she pushed, and he leaned in and planted a kiss right on her anus.

"Here it comes," Alicia warned, her voice breathy again, alive with lust and passion.

Jeff withdrew and watched as her asshole slowly peeled open as the tip of the brown turd slowly emerged from her beautiful body. He was in awe, watching the incredible spectacle up close, the smell potent, flavoring the air as he breathed it in.

He leaned in again and licked around her ass, being very careful not to touch the piece of shit with his tongue. Not for any fear of tasting it, but because he did not want her shit to break off and plunge into the water below. Alicia moaned, amazed by the incredible sensation of his oral attentions while she defecated. Getting rimmed was always heavenly, but this was out of this world!

Jeff switched his grip, holding her rear spread with one hand while his other moved under the growing brown cylinder that eased from her ass. It slithered into his palm, coiling around a couple of times before her ass finally closed around it, breaking the piece off.

It was hot and greasy in his palm; grimy, but soft. He inhaled the pungent aroma, hard cock jerking as the scent assaulted his nose. "Do you have more for me?" he asked, rising to his feet behind her.

"Of course." She pushed again, and once more her sphincter yawned open and another piece, lighter in color, began to push out from her wrinkled hole. Jeff, still holding her first turd in one hand, leaned and jabbed his cock up into her ass, spearing her shit. Parts of his smeared out into her ass crack, but most was shoved back into her body, eliciting a hearty moan from her lips.

His mouth at her ear, Jeff whispered, "Now I'm really fucking you shit."

"Yes, you ware," she agreed, her eyes closed as she focused on the delicious fullness of his cock inside her ass. She clenched her asshole, squeezing his cock, then released, then clenched up again, repeating the process over and over to their mutual enjoyment.

Jeff reached around and pressed his handful of shit against Alicia's tits, spreading it around like peanut butter of bread. He coated both of her boobs and spread it down to her tight, flat stomach, and a bit lower, covering the bear flesh of her pelvis. She jerked her hips back and forth, not in a good position to fuck herself against his cock, but doing her best anyway.

"You are such a dirty girl," Jeff whispered in her ears.

"I am a dirty girl. I love being dirty for you!"

"Just how dirty are you? How dirty do you get?"

Alicia turned her head to glance back behind her, meeting her lover's gaze. She was smiling her bright, happy smile as she took hold of his shit-coated hand and raised it to her face. His fingers cupped her face, smearing the brown mess all over her lips, and nose, and cheeks, and then she felt her tongue sliding across his palm, licking away the shit coating. She moaned as she did it, licked between his fingers and then sucking each digit into between her lips one at a time and cleaning them with her mouth. She had the look of a temptress and the expression of a person in absolute bliss. When she was done, his hand still covered with a liquid brown film but much cleaner then that had been moments before, she spoke to him, "As dirty as you can possibly make me."

Jeff had watched her display wide eyed and totally engaged. He nearly came in her ass just from her dirty little performance. He reached around, grabbing each filthy boob in one hand, and he pulled her entire body back against him. His lips met hers, and they shared their first dirty kiss. The taste of her tongue and lips was powerful, indeed, bitter like strong coffee, and yet so completely erotic and enticing Jeff just could not get enough of kissing her. And she, too, was desperate to continue the kiss, overjoyed that she had found someone with whom she could at last be completely open with about herself.

At last the broke apart, and Jeff removed his cock from her ass; it was completely coated with her shit, looking like a turd itself. And her feces followed immediately after since her anus was wide open. Alicia squatted over the toilet to make it easier, but she caught her shit in her hand instead of letting it fall into the porcelain bowl beneath her. She turned to Jeff and grabbed his dick in her hand, smashing her shit all around his hard rod and jerking him off with the crap until he was covered from head to balls.

She still had shit in her hand, a few small chucks that did not get crushed into his cock, and she held them up to his face, offering them to him. Jeff sucked each of them up without hesitation and began to chew until the small pieces where formed into one squishing wet mush in his mouth, and then he leaned down to her and planted his lips on her own, kissing her again. He passed the mess from his mouth into hers, and she accepted it hungrily, swished it around and pushed it back. Their hands roamed over each other, spreading the shit all over her and then all over him, in turn. They crushed their bodies together to share the filth, just as their mouths shared the thick slime of her dissolving scat.

When their kiss ended, it was Alicia who broke it off, and she who still had the majority of the shit-slime in her mouth. She opened wide for Jeff to see it, then she swallowed it down and opened again to show him it was gone.

"How was it?"

"Wonderful." She licked her lips. "I can't wait to taste yours. You will let me eat your shit, won't you, Jeff?" She flashed him a pouty smile and longing eyes.

He scooped her up and hugged her close. "Every time, Lisha. Every time you want."

"I want you to fuck me with that hard, dirty cock of yours, Jeff. Fuck me hard. God, I'm so fucking horny for it!" She spun once more to face the wall and bent over again to give him access to her wet fuck hole.

Jeff wasted no time grabbing his cock and sliding the brown-coated shaft right up into her wet cunt. She squealed in delight as he rammed it home. Holding herself up with one arm, she used her free hand to rub her shit covered body, smearing the shit around and pinching her hard nipples between her fingers. Her hand slid down to her clit; she flicked her filth-covered hand across her gushing snatch. It didn't take more then a few quick rubs across her sensitive nub before she was cumming again, even harder than before.

Jeff continued to pound his cock into her slick cunt. He kept a firm grip on her hips to steady her thrashing body; more then once it felt like her legs were going weak, that she was about to fall to the floor, but each time she was able to stable herself. Her climax was incredible in its strength and duration. Jeff did his best to slow himself, but even then he had to fight hard to keep from cumming, to keep this moment lasting as long as possible. In the end, he could not hold out any longer, and grunting like a porn actor, he flooded her cunt with his spunk.

They were both panting hard, neither moving as they rode the tide of their orgasms to the very end. At last, when Jeff stepped back to unsheathe his tool from inside of her, Alicia went down on her knees and took the wilting cock in her mouth to suck it clean and swallow down the last drops of cum that leaked out. Once his dick was free of her shit, she moved lower to his messy balls and licked them clean as well.

"That was amazing," she said finally, peering up into Jeff's face from the floor. "Thank you!"

He laughed - he couldn't help it. She looked do happy kneeing on the floor, her face and body plastered with her crap. He held his hands out to her and helped her to her feet. "I really enjoyed that, too."

"So we can do it again?" Her eyes were alive with hunger. She was already looking forward to their next play time.

"Of course. Any time you want, any time we can."

She took his hand and led him into the shower. Turning on the water, she grinned that beautiful smile. "Think you'll have to take a crap tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, actually. I think I will. Especially if I can get someone to give my shit-hole a nice licking."

She licked her lips. "It would be my pleasure."