1 comments/ 29605 views/ 6 favorites Beginnings, Foreplay and Fantasy By: anonymous3 Beginnings, Foreplay and Fantasy Carrie's hands worked a gentle back rub for me. It was somewhere short of a massage, but it felt very good. She did eventually massage my shoulders for several minutes. Very gently, I fondled her breasts, well aware that this was in fact a sensitive area for all women. Soon I sat back into the couch, and Carrie slid off my lap and remained intimately close to me. Somewhat naturally, without conscious effort, my eyes drifted to her crotch; I took in a patch of dark hair, neither long nor short, straight but not standing up. "You've got some bush there," I observed quietly. "I do. I grow it moderately, keep the length in check. You'd think maintenance would be a pain, but I've discovered not, really," she replied. "May I?" I asked. "Yeah, sure. I've never had a guy touch me there with his hands. A couple guys I've been with, I got laid, so they had their cocks in my snatch, but they've never necessarily been interested in my pubic hair." "I mostly prefer clean-shaven, but if a woman has a little hair there, it's tempting to feel it, at least for me," I said. I slid my hand down across her bladder and spread my fingers through the wide tuft of hair below it. For the next few minutes, I rubbed through the hair with long, gentle strokes, mindful not to pull on it. Carrie settled back, letting me work. Shortly, I stopped and withdrew my hand. Carrie spoke up after a few more minutes. "Um, look, Todd, I'm going to let loose a number two," she said, standing up. "You think I could join you?" I asked. "It's up to you. If you rather I didn't, I won't hold it against you." "Well, you may as well. It's the only way to know how I'm gonna feel about things. I suppose if I can pee with you, I can take a dump besides." We navigated into the downstairs bath. Carrie lifted the lid on the toilet and sat. I entered and closed the door. Carrie suggested I show skin from the waist down. I did so. "Now, you want to sit with me?" "If you think there's room and your legs can handle it," I said. "There's room. I think it'll work," she decided. I stood facing her and stepped over. With a leg to either side, I parked myself on her upper thighs. Surprisingly, Carrie leaned forward just a little and wrapped her arms around me, head on my shoulder. I felt her breathing gently. We sat for a couple of minutes. As I was about to ask if she was too uncomfortable, I felt her inhale and exhale. Then I heard a long, loud raspberry squelch. I checked Carrie's face. She was a little slack-jawed and her eyes a little wide. The gas subsided. Carrie took another breath, then cranked out more gas, matching her first effort. "I should be embarrassed. But I'm not. That felt really good. If I can do that with you here, taking a shit shouldn't be too hard. And you didn't run away," she noted. She proceeded to relax and slump into me. We sat for a couple more minutes. Shortly I could feel her abdominal muscles working and her breathing changed a bit. I was about to tell her not to force it, but she relaxed again. "You're not in a hurry?" she asked me. "No. Rushing things is bad. Take your time," I said. This was Thursday evening. We'd likely end up together Friday after work and see plenty of each other through the weekend. Carrie went in and out with a deep breath; as she exhaled, I felt her tense just a little. Then I was hearing the quiet squelch of her load sliding from her anus, My erection strained. I heard Carrie's crap drop into the toilet bowl. Wow. Fuck. I just was up close and personal with a lady while she took a dump, I thought as the process finished. Very suddenly, I felt an urge to come. I doubted I could hold it back. "God, Carrie. I feel like I gotta shoot my load," I said in a rush. "Oh, ummmm...." Carrie said aloud. That was it. It was coming now. I grabbed my member and pushed the end down toward her bush. I let the tip just touch into the hair, and then the load was loose. My penis trembled as it emptied, and then squirted another short shot before I knew for sure I was done. I slumped toward Carrie, groaning. "Shit. I didn't expect that," I said. She looked down at her slimy mass of pubic hair. Suddenly she was chuckling. "What a mess. Thanks, Todd," she said, looking at me with a little mischief in her face. I felt compelled and apologized again. I stood up. She pointed me to the sink and vanity. Inside were washcloths and a couple small towels. "Wash your cock," she said. I did, thoroughly, while she wiped her ass. "I suppose you might want to have a look. Maybe you like a nice-size log?" "Size is kinda appealing," I admitted, drying before I stepped over. Resting in the toilet bowl was a thick, dark load about maybe six inches long. It looked soft and smelled a tad ripe with a hint of sulfur. Figuring I was done, Carrie dropped the lid and flushed. She stepped to the sink and cleaned the mess I'd left in her nether regions. I claimed my clothes. Carrie replaced hers as we returned to the living room. I told her I should probably be on my way. I thanked her profusely for exercising one of my kinky fantasies. She suggested we get home tomorrow, have dinner away from each other, and reunite by six-thirty or seven. I agreed and took my leave. I watched a little TV and hit the sack. Beginnings, Foreplay and Fantasy "Sorry," I said reflexively. "Just means I'm doing something right, and you like what I'm doing," she said. "No need to apologize." We walked out of the bath and back upstairs. Carrie took time to wash the breakfast dishes, which I dried for her. We sat on the couch and she bounced an opinion off me and mentioned a couple of things we might do with the rest of the day. "The more I entertain your fetish, the more I find myself realizing it isn't all that weird. There are different extremes to a scat/toilet slavery fetish, and you are firmly in a niche well away from those. Admittedly, you are open to letting a woman have a degree of control, but you lay out your opinions right at the start. You find the act of a woman relieving herself erotic, and you get turned on. It still is a facet of being attracted to the opposite sex. It just happens in a different way. And conventional sexual things still turn you on. You enjoying yourself is helping me enjoy myself." "I appreciate your open-minded feelings," I said. "Most of the time, it would have gone differently." "The big difference though, is that there were boundaries, and I understood them, along with your expectations and your wants, right from the start. That makes things easier. Now, I'm just helping you out. You're not really demanding anything," Carrie pointed out. "Anyway, I thought we could have lunch in a while, then take a walk to the movie place a few blocks down, and watch a movie after we eat dinner. After that, well, we could just let things go where they may," she said. "I would be open to all of the above," I replied. So we killed a little more time and decided to put some items on the grill; brats, burgers, and potatoes, with fruit salad on the side. We handled cleanup after getting our fill, and then we let things settle for about an hour, before walking down to make a video rental; we chose 'Broken City', with Mark Wahlberg and Russell Crowe. We made the journey back to Carrie's place. An hour after our return, Carrie announced, "Well, things are percolating. And I have to pee like a racehorse," she added. So we made our way to the privacy of the basement. We walked into the bathroom together. Carrie pulled off her t-shirt and slid her bra off. Her shorts and panties stayed on. She moved close and wrapped her arms around my back. "I've gotten really used to this, Todd. Not just hugging you and kissing you; I've gotten to a certain comfort level letting you be a part of my bathroom activities." I reciprocated the gentle hug she was using. "I don't feel nearly as weird about things now as I did before I confided in you," I answered. I felt her take a deep breath. "Relax, Todd..." she said quietly. She exhaled and I felt her body tense. I heard a duck quack start out of her ass. Carrie leaned over, still tensed. The duck quack turned into a loud, crackling blast. Sulfur tinged the air. With another deep breath, and supporting me leaning into her, Carrie turned loose another blast that repeated like the second portion of her first effort. A heavy cloud of odor hung behind her now. She unfastened her shorts and placed them on the sink with her other articles. She slid her panties off and took me by the hand, stepping into the shower and helping me follow. "Go ahead and kneel for me, Todd," she suggested quietly. I did. She took my head in her hands, slowly pushing it around and moving her fingers through my short hair. I let her do as she pleased. Shortly she spread her legs and gently pulled my head forward between them. I moved carefully, again offering to let her take charge. I felt her squat slightly, her pussy near the crown of my head as I faced her. She let her hands cover my ears gently. Very shortly I felt liquid drumming against my head. It built to a strong, fast rush that soaked the entire top of my head and ran over onto my face. Droplets of her pee slid down my cheeks. She adjusted herself to target the back of my head, wetting it good before her stream tapered off and stopped. My hardened cock throbbed between my legs. Though she had finished, I replayed the feel of her pee drenching my hair. I re-imagined the impressive noise of her strong gas. Carrie turned on the water and wet and soaped her hands. Gently but thoroughly, she scrubbed my face and rinsed it. She repeated the process with my hair and the shampoo. Even letting her wash my hair and scrub my scalp felt good. "Now I get to poop on you," Carrie declared. I stretched onto my back. "Gee, no preamble whatsoever," I deadpanned. Carrie knelt, her back to me and her knees to each side of me, just above my hips. Her ass was about four inches off my belly. She's gonna shit right on me, I thought. My member twitched. In another minute, she had relaxed enough to feel it was time to push. I watched the crack of her ass separate, and her anus stretched open, taking mere seconds to fill with a dark mass that would become a discharged load of shit. Carrie took a breath, her belly muscles tensed. I wanted to tell her not to work so hard, but almost immediately the turd protruded from her buttocks. Carrie's stomach muscles stayed hard, and in a continuous movement, the turd grew slowly out of her. It was dark, soft, and very large. At about the four-inch mark, it touched my belly and continued to grow. It slid slowly on my skin, still growing. I was so transfixed by its size that I didn't register any odor at that point. When I guessed the turd was probably near ten inches healthy, it was free of Carrie's rump. She took a slow breath, then allowed a contented sigh. She wasn't panting and didn't seem overworked. Heat from the fresh dump seeped into my skin. I was hard and throbbing in response to Carrie's delivery, but I did not feel the need to come. My eyes focused on her deposit, and a stout, ripe odor plowed into my nostrils. Strangely, I did not frown or cover my nose or make any sudden movements as a result of physical or sensory discomfort. Carrie stood slowly and announced she was going to wipe. She stepped out of the shower and did so. She used a sanitizing wipe on her hands. She looked back into the shower and her eyes inevitably found her gift. Her eyes widened and a hand went near her mouth. "I swear, I wasn't trying to unload that on you," she said to me apologetically. "It's okay," I said, "don't feel bad about it. Remember I asked you to treat me. You must feel better." She put her hands on her hips and thought for several seconds. She grinned. "I do feel...better," she decided. "Now, let's get that out of here." She draped a sanitizing wipe across a portion of her load and carefully lifted it off of me. "Still a little warm," she noted. "That's nice," I replied. She moved carefully and her brown triumph was in the toilet. The lid went down and she flushed. She washed her hands again and stepped back into the shower with two body scrubbers. We scrubbed up, sanitized the shower, and returned to the living room, where we checked out the TV as it was getting later into the evening. We were unimpressed. We went into Carrie's bedroom. "After all we've been doing, we may as well share," she pointed out. "Noted," I said, offering no resistance. She stripped to just her panties, even ditching her headlight cover. Both were black, standing out against her lighter, tanned skin and accenting her dark hair. "Nice panties," I observed, to which she responded, "They're very comfortable; one of my favorite sets of lingerie." She slid into the bed, which she'd drawn down earlier. I followed. Carrie's back was to me, and I carefully faced her and made to spoon. Surprisingly, she accommodated and backed her rump gently into my pelvis. My dick stirred. I reached down and ran my hands over the fabric of her panties; it felt like a blend of spandex and rayon; very nice. I wanted to peel them off and go to work on her ass, but decided that would be a nice treat for both of us in the morning. I left a hand at her waist and the other gently cupping a bare breast as I fell asleep after we'd killed the lights.