****** Homecoming by Concrete69 ******
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Homecoming


I

The sun was high over the horizon by mid afternoon. The temperature and
humidity were stifling, suppressing the flat land of the prairies with its
heat. It was as if someone had laid down a blanket of steam over the ground,
the way a person covers himself with a blanket to stay warm. But there was no
need to stay warm here, it was already too damn hot for most people to stand;
such heat could drive most people mad.

For the men and women who lived here however, they grew accustomed to the
boiling heat of summer. Accustomed, yes, but the familiarity never developed
into a liking, it was just a part of life that was endured.

For Dienna, the heat of summer never left her, even though she had been gone
for three years. East was where she had left to after turning eighteen. Full of
optimism and exuberance, she traveled to New York to visit and possibly live
with her older sister. Her sister was twenty-five at the time and married with
children. She had left the prairies of the mid west long before to live with
her husband, a successful banker native to the fast paced life of the big city.
What possessed Dienna to move was the desire to escape the sluggishness of the
rural community, but it took three years of soul searching to discover that she
was wrong to leave. Her roots and the roots of the wheat grown here were one
and the same.

And besides, she thought to herself, I miss everyone.

Her old beat up Ford truck kicked up dust on the road back west. Dienna had
almost forgotten the endless fields of golden wheat, a virtual sea in all
directions. It stretched out towards the horizon, occasionally interrupted by a
towering grain silo or a huge red barn. Dienna was looking for a gas station to
refuel and possibly even cool herself down. She took her tanned forearm and
wiped away the sweat from her brow. Some droplets ran down the bridge of her
nose, clinging for a second to the end of it, and finally dropped into the
cleavage of her breasts. The sudden pellets of moisture mildly shook her out of
the haze she was in. Dienna looked down at herself. She wore no bra; the heat
made it unbearable, so all she had on was a loose fitting white t-shirt and
some rough denim shorts. The sweat had made large moist patches under her arms
and between the twin globes of her breasts. She was sure that if she were to
walk outside that there would be a wet streak on her shorts along the crack of
her ass. The thought made her laugh. Onward she rode, kicking up dust in her
wake.


II

About forty miles later, Dienna slowed her beat up Ford truck and turned into a
dusty gas station. She spotted the tall ARCO sign at least ten minutes before
hand. This place seemed a hundred miles from nowhere, the only phantom hope for
travelers desperate for gas. The shocks of the old pickup squeaked as it rolled
over the rocky dirt leading up to the gas pump.

Dienna brought the truck to a halt, turned the ignition key, and jumped out.
Her breasts bobbed up and down with the shock of landing. Dienna winced,
forgetting that she wore no bra that day. Her slim frame almost seemed too
small for the large breasts, and they easily received the most attention from
strangers who gawked at them regularly. Not even her smooth unblemished face,
or her copper brunette hair, or her round, firm buttocks received as much
recognition as her breasts. Go figure.

She looked around the station and began to wonder if it was deserted. Her
instincts suggested that it wasn't. She turned to her left after catching
someone's silhouette from behind the dusty windows of the main building. It
prodded slowly towards the screen doorway. The hinges ached loudly as an
overweight man emerged from the small doorframe. Dienna couldn't help but
wrinkle her nose at the sight of him. He epitomized the stereotypical American
grease monkey, fat, short, balding, with old denim jeans streaked largely with
car oil. His tank top looked yellow and was in dire need of washing.

"Hello ma'am, you need some gas for your truck?"

Surprisingly his voice was gentle and his words sounded exact. Dienna was
suddenly ashamed for prejudging him and displayed a bright smile to his
question.

"Why yes, could you fill it up? Also do you have any--" her words stopped dead
at the instant his eyes widened. For a moment Dienna's thoughts raced, she was
frightened from what seemed to her as maniacal eyes, but actually his was only
the expression of recognition.

"Oh God," he murmured "Dienna, is that you?"

"Wha-what?" she stammered.

"It is you, it's been five years since I saw you!"

Dienna was speechless. Her mind couldn't register what he had just said. She
thought this man before her was severely mistaken. Before Dienna could tell him
so, he spoke again.

"It's me, Uncle Joey!"

After a long pause he began to look exasperated. His arms were gesturing "It's
me" but Dienna failed to recall who he was. They stood across from each other
like strangers unsure of how to proceed. And then it suddenly clicked for
Dienna. Distantly, she remembered a man - a relative of the family. Her mind
cleared a little more and then the memories flooded her like a torrent. It was
a fat Uncle, the one who used to visit every weekend, the one who attended the
major family outings, the one who used to read bedtime stories to her as a
child, and then other memories slipped in - ones of a dark passionate nature.

She was in a stupor thinking about it, caught up in the moment of reflection. A
hot wind blasted her face and Dienna was snapped back into reality. Finally
realizing who he was, her arms instinctively reached out and gave her Uncle
Joey a wide bear hug. She felt choked with emotion. The hairs on his back
tickled her forehead as she buried her face into his shoulder.

"Oh Joe! I didn't recognize you!" Her voice was muffled against his body.
"You've changed so much."

He chuckled. "I guess I've grown a little wider over the years."

Dienna raised her head from his shoulder. Being at least half a foot taller,
she saw clearly how his hair had almost completely disappeared. It was typical
male baldness; the top was devoid and smooth, only the sides of his head and
the area in the back of the neck contained thinning strands of black.

"Not to mention that you've lost a shitload of hair!" Dienna mocked teasingly.

Joe smiled wide and slapped her ass with the palm of his right hand. Dienna
yelped and playfully tried to struggle out of his embrace. He held on tighter
with his large arms as her breasts were squeezed fully onto his. They both
laughed and giggled in each other's arms.

After a long while, Dienna was the first to speak. "Gee Joey, I didn't know it
was so long since I've seen you."

He lifted his head up and looked into her green eyes. "You've forgotten me so
soon eh? I left a few months after you turned sixteen, remember? I had to visit
a friend in England."

"But you were gone for over five years!" she exclaimed.

He gave her a gentle squeeze. "He was dying from cancer. It took almost a year
for him to go." He shifted his gaze to the horizon and the gentle swaying of
the wheat fields in the breeze. "He was a brother to me and his family treated
me as if I were their own, so I stayed... I felt it was right." His eyes came
back to Dienna's and she could see some pain in them. She began to feel sorry
for asking.

"Hey," she said gently, "aren't you gonna show me inside?"

Joey smiled and took her by the arm into the station.


III

Apparently, the air conditioner was broken, at least it seemed that way to
Dienna. The air inside was a veritable oven. It seemed incredible to her that
such a heat could be created inside. And the humidity was stifling, none of the
windows were open so airflow was virtually nonexistent. Dienna's pores
immediately broke out into a renewed sweat and her clothes began to get soaked.
There was also a peculiar odor in the air.

"It smells like shit in here!" Dienna blurted. "What the hell have you been up
to Uncle Joey?"

"It doesn't smell that bad," he replied defensively. "It's just been a long
time since I cleaned up around here, that's all." He paused for a moment in
thought and his mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but he shut it and kept
silent.

Dienna slowed down and let Joey continue on to the counter with the old
fashioned cash register on top of it. She glanced around, not focusing on any
particular object. The place seemed clean enough. The tiled floor was a dull
white but clear of any dirt, and all the shoulder high racks that carried
magazines and candy were empty but dust free. She heard the quiet drone of the
fluorescent lighting while deep in thought.

"What were you about to say Joey?" she asked, with the thought of the smell
still in her mind.

"What - oh, well that - it was nothing. Just my rambling on you know. I've been
here for the past two weeks you know. The boy who usually works here, he had to
leave for college. It was pretty sudden, and I've been thinking of closing down
this place."

"Really? But this is the only station for miles. People would run out of gas if
they took this road."

Dienna approached the counter. She noticed Joey's eyes glance quickly downwards
at her breasts and then back to her face. He began to blush deeply when he saw
that she noticed. Dienna looked down at herself and saw the t-shirt soaked with
sweat. Suddenly her body's senses became aware of all the moisture that
collected on her skin. Her crotch and butt crack felt awash with it and she
shifted uncomfortably against the sensation of her wet panties.

Dienna leaned slightly forward over the counter top. Her face was inches from
her uncle's. He looked out the window nervously. A smile crept onto her mouth.

"You're hiding something," she said playfully. He shifted his gaze
uncomfortably. Knowing what she knew about her uncle, Dienna was unfairly
cornering him into a situation he couldn't escape. She was extremely curious
and that was what drove her on. "I know you, you're a clean freak," their eyes
met, "well, most of the time," she added quickly. "So what the hell is that
damn smell, cause it really does stink like shit."

They both stood their ground in silence. His eyes darted around the station
every so often. Dienna followed where his eyes would lead every time and found
that he continually looked toward a white door off to her right. She drew in a
breadth of hot air and strode softly to that door.

"Hey," Joey said nervously, "the washroom hasn't been cleaned." He hurried over
to Dienna but not before she reached the door first. "It's really dirty in
there, you know. I don't think it'd be good of you to go in."

Dienna half turned with her right hand resting on the shiny brass knob. His
brow was deeply furrowed and it hurt her to see him with a look of anguish. She
lifted her left hand and brushed the soft knuckles delicately against his
cheek. Their eyes gently held each other. Joey's face softened from her touch
but suddenly changed back to shock as he heard the doorknob begin to turn.
Before he could even protest, Dienna was half way through the door and looking
inside. A sharp gasp escaped from her mouth. "Oh my God."


IV

The smell had certainly grown stronger as Dienna approached the door, but when
she opened it, what had previously been just a smell suddenly became an
overwhelming stench. It was the sort of stench that shocked the nose and
brought bitter bile from the stomach up to the mouth. Her legs felt weak and
her stomach was unsure if it could keep its contents inside.

It was the stench first but the sight within caused her the most shock of all.
It was the washroom no doubt, the white tiles of the ground and walls, the
single urinal off in the far corner, the two toilet stalls beside it and the
sinks to the left of her all indicated it was a washroom. What she saw however,
would have caused any 'normal' person to drop down to their knees and puke out
their innards; vomit everything completely and instantly.

The washroom was quite spacious when compared to any other rest stop on the
highway. In the middle of the tiled floor was a small mattress, wrapped by a
clear plastic tarp. On top of the mattress was a young woman lying on her
stomach... covered in brown shit. She was completely coated in the filthy
waste. It looked to have been smeared unevenly over her body, a few streaks of
white skin left from someone's massaging fingers. The shit was moist and
glistening from the fluorescent light because the humidity and sweat kept it
from drying. The woman's hair was askew and caked heavily with brown sludge.
Her legs were spread wide and Dienna was staring straight into her gaping cunt.
From under herself the woman had three fingers of her right hand shoved deep
into her pussy. A brown liquid pudding had pooled itself to where her right
hand was causing a depression in the mattress. More of the pudding was leaking
slowly from her anus, out of which a lean black dildo was still inserted. The
thick liquid traced its well defined course down from her asshole onto the
folds of her labia over her bunched fingers and finally dripped into the small
pool beneath her.

Dienna stood agape and dumbfounded. Her whole body froze with the sight before
her. She barely noticed a hand tugging her out of the room.

"Dienna... hey Dienna, c'mon," Joey urged in a whisper.

Dienna half turned her head so she could listen more intently but her eyes were
still looking fixedly at the glistening, brown body. "We should leave," Joey
continued.

"Huh? Uh - what?" she replied distractedly.

"Shhh, don't wake her up, let's step outside - now!"

He tugged her roughly all the way until they were outside. Once again Dienna
was in the blazing hot sun. By now she had regained her composure and shifted
her weight from one leg to the other, trying to ignore the irritating itch of
her crotch. But her damp panties seemed to make it more intense. Joey pawed the
dirt ground with the heel of his foot, trying to avoid looking at Dienna. He
felt incredibly ashamed and was at a loss for words. The day he became reunited
with his beautiful niece was also the day she discovered a shit covered woman
in the restroom. The thought made him grin wryly.

"Joey?" Dienna asked meekishly.

Her voice startled him. He lifted his eyebrows and smiled stupidly.

"You gotta tell me what's going on." Each word from her mouth was slow and
measured, and above all, gentle. She knew how to diffuse awkward situations.

"Start from the beginning."


V

June awoke to the sound of a door slam. She felt disoriented and completely
dazed out. It took a minute for her to realize that she was still lying in a
pool of brown wastes. Her left hand brushed the heavy clumps of shit matted
hair out of her eyes. She blinked firmly several times to clear her vision. The
room was a bright white and the mattress she was lying on was a filthy brown.
June tried to role over onto her back and suddenly remembered that her right
hand was half way up her cunt. It hurt to pull out, mainly because her arm fell
asleep while being under her body weight.

She groaned loudly while rolling over and then suddenly cried out when the
dildo in her ass bent against the mattress. It caused her sore anus to
painfully twist sideways. She reached behind her and unceremoniously pulled it
out. Her asshole made a wet popping sound from being so suddenly vacated. A
deluge of brown porridge spilled out of it, adding to the growing collection.

Other than the feeling of hunger and exhaustiveness, June felt content and a
sly smile played across her face. She was immensely lucky to have made it this
far. Travelling on a train by a stolen ticket, hitching numerous rides without
getting raped or worse, and ending off in a dusty gas station in the prairies,
with a man kind enough to take her in. It was by far the end of her journey,
but she had come a long way.

Four days ago, upon arriving at the gas station, she had run out of food. The
man who she had hitched a ride with was desperately trying to rid himself of
her. His farm was miles north of the station and he just couldn't take a
strange young woman home to his wife. So he dumped her when the opportunity
presented itself.

Joey had stepped out the station door even before she began to walk towards it.

I'm lost could I stick around here? : Yes.

Can I have something to eat? : Sure.

You mind if I stay for a few days? : Nope.

You married or something? : Not anymore.

Here by yourself? : Yep.

Wanna fuck me? : Why not?

Can we play with shit? : Uh, are you sure?

It was that fast and that simple. Once inside, she stripped him naked. June was
delighted at his hairy body. He looked like a three hundred pound gorilla. She
stroked his fat cock until it stiffened and estimated that it was at least
seven inches long. Cupping his balls, she knew they were large, heavy, and
hairy. Just the way she liked them.

June was in a constant state of orgasm when he first plunged into her. She
rubbed against his hairy body as he rhythmically pounded her small cunt. It
felt like being massaged against sandpaper. The sensation of her nipples
sliding roughly against his bristled chest drove her to climax again and again.
She cried out so many times that Joey was afraid she was having convulsions.

By that time, the sun was setting and the temperature had let up. Joey's dick
was sore from an hour of heavy use. They lay beside each other in their
afterglow, bathed in sweat. Before falling asleep, June gently broached the
topic of scat. His fat belly brushed her when turning onto his side. A curious
look was on his face and he asked if she was serious. June smiled and lightly
brought her right hand over to cup his large ball sac. While looking him
straight in the eyes, she delicately rolled them between thumb and forefinger.
She said she wanted his wastes, wanted to rub them over her body and massage it
into her hair, wanted to consume as much as she could, and wanted to wallow in
it. Joey had his mouth agape stupidly. He was totally shocked with her
candidness.

June stopped massaging him when she felt his cock begin to stiffen. She leaned
her mouth close to his ear and whispered that they should sleep. The rest would
be needed for the games they were going to play.

June awoke in the night. It was pitch black in the bedroom, the only sound she
could hear was of Joey's heavy breathing and the chirping of crickets outside.
She quietly rose from the bed and planted her small feet onto the floor. The
hardwood finish was smooth and cool against the soles of her feet.

She sat there for a moment, her hands propping her up. The temperature was
definitely lower in the night but the humidity never let up. She could feel
just how much she had sweated while sleeping. The bedcover was moist all along
where she had lain.

She half turned and after making out Joey's fat belly in the dark, she reached
in between his legs. She ran her hand slowly along the inside thigh and brushed
against his shrunken penis, before trying to cup the whole of his testicles. It
was damp and sticky. She felt an urge to suck on them, to taste the saltiness
of his sweat, but she didn't want to awaken him.

With a sigh she took her hand away from his crotch and tiptoed out the door.
The bedroom was on the second floor of the station, along with a small kitchen
and bathroom. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, thinking of
getting a bite to eat. The old fridge hummed quietly and the steel handle was
cold when she wrapped her dainty fingers around it. The door opened with a loud
click. June shivered as the cold air touched her moist skin. Her eyes squinted
against the soft light. Only a few cartons of milk, cheese, and half a loaf of
white bread were inside.

She shut the refrigerator door. Her stomach growled quietly as she stood there
thinking. She crossed her arms over her bare chest and was unconsciously
tapping her right foot until an idea struck her. She walked swiftly to the
bathroom.

It took a moment of fumbling for the switch before June had the lights on. The
overhead bulbs were bright and she squinted hard, her eyes watering. It was a
few minutes before they adjusted. The young woman sidestepped herself in front
of the bathroom mirror. It was almost full length, the image just ending below
her knees.

She stood there, critiquing herself in her head. It was almost a month since
she was last in front of a full mirror. Her body was sweaty and glistened from
the harsh light. She uncrossed her arms and placed them at her sides. It was no
wonder most men feared her, and at the same time wanted her. June looked like a
teenage girl, a young highschooler on the verge of discovering her sexuality.
The few boyfriends that she had were often ridiculed for being child molesters
or pedophiliacs. Such attention usually prematurely ended her relationships.

June stood straight and cupped her modest breasts with her hands. She wished
she were taller than five foot four. She wished her breasts were D cup instead
of B cup. She wished she had a mane of pure blonde hair down to her waist
instead of her dark blonde shoulder length hair. She looked down at the dark
patch between her legs, wishing that they would also be golden yellow. Despite
all her wishes, no one could deny that she was beautiful even if she looked
like a teen. Her angelic face displayed a child like innocence, but in reality
she was anything but.

A growl from her stomach put an end to her wishful thinking. June stopped
cupping her breasts and moved over to the toilet. She made sure the seat was up
and then plopped herself on the cold porcelain rim. Shifting her body weight
until feeling balanced, she sat and waited.

It was only a few minutes before she felt a deep rumbling in her bowels. Things
were certainly moving in there. She hadn't defecated for at least two days. How
she could even accomplish that without noticing was a mystery to her, because
she usually went everyday like clockwork.

In two days I'd have a lot to shit out by now, she thought.

A quick burst of gas escaped her anus, followed by another long gassy fart. Its
smell permeated from between her legs and rose into her nostrils. She whiffed
it and was taken aback by its strength. Several more sputtering farts escaped
her and soon the room was thick with its stench. She felt a huge fullness just
behind her small anus. Her intestinal track was working overtime trying to
evacuate the huge amount of feces that had accumulated. The knot inside her
made her feel bloated and it was moving slowly down towards her hole.

Her anus began to expand slowly. It opened briefly but then shut instinctively,
causing the long train of shit to backtrack a bit. The brief backlog built
pressure in June's bowels. A second later her anus swelled open quickly, and a
thick brown log of shit began to escape. It was long and unbroken.

Before the tip touched the toilet water, June bent over and reached between her
spread legs. She put her hand under the long shit and cradled the tip in her
palm. The shit felt hot against her skin. It continued to move slowly out and
she relaxed carefully so as to not close her asshole. June was coiling the
brown shit into her palm but it was soon too large for just one hand. She
reached down with her left hand and cupped the two together awkwardly, thumb to
thumb.

The shit was hot and very soft. June felt as if it were a kind of soft
chocolate that was melting in her hands. The pile was growing to be quite large
and she was busy trying to evenly distribute it between both hands. She was
careful to keep her fingers together tightly, not allowing anything to fall
into the water.

A few minutes passed before she was completely empty. After the main log was
finished, a few spurts of softer brown goo blurted out and landed on top of the
pile in her hands. It was like syrup on top of a sundae.

June slid backwards gingerly, careful not to fall into the toilet. It gave her
much needed room to lift her hands out from between her legs. She slowly
separated them with their respective piles and brought them up. It was a
balancing act, the shit masses swaying from side to side. June then stood
gradually using all her available leg strength. She got off the toilet and
carefully sat herself down onto the floor. With her back against the toilet
bowl, she stretched out her legs together.

She cupped her hands after sitting, merging the piles into one. It was large
and coiled, a myriad of thick shit, easily the most she ever made. She raised
her cupped hands until the four inch high pyramid was against her nose. It was
hard to breath but she forced herself to inhale its sick stench. Her stomach
growled in hunger and knotted in protest.

June lowered the pile and stuck her tongue out. She brushed her tongue tip
against the gooey pudding that was on top. She collected it, licking away at
the mushy sludge, before rolling her tongue back and swishing the filth in her
mouth. The taste was abominable and the bitterness would drive any other person
to spit it out and then vomit. June was used to it though and at times she
craved shit more than food.

After turning it into a thin paste, June swallowed the vile goo and smacked her
lips with bliss. It was time for the main course. She made sure her legs were
tightly together, allowing no gaps between her slim thighs. Then she simply
dumped the wet pile of shit onto the cleft between her legs just below her
crotch. It made a moist splat sound and instantly collapsed into a deformed
lump. Her palms were coated in a thin film of brown. She casually wiped them
over her breasts, leaving thin finger painted streaks. For a moment June
lingered on her small nipples, rubbing them lightly, but she was here to feast.
Play time was for later.

She randomly plucked a broken piece from the large pile and brought to her
mouth. She daintily rubbed it around her narrow red lips until they changed to
a pasty brown colour. Sticking her brown tongue out, June slowly licked the
entire turd. She was coating it with her saliva and it began to melt in her
grasp. Before it slipped from her fingers, she popped it into her mouth. It
took little effort from her jaw muscles to chew, the piece was as soft as
melted marshmallow. After reducing it to a thick paste, June swallowed and
started on the next piece.

She chose a longer one and without licking it, she inserted the entire length
straight into her open mouth. It was soon backed against her tonsils. June
suppressed the urge to retch, while stuffing the whole length within her small
mouth. Her cheeks bulged out as her hand pushed the remaining end further
inside, making sure that it wouldn't fall out. June paused a second to take a
few short breaths through her nose. Her mouth was ridiculously packed full of
shit.

She clamped her teeth shut, causing the oversized load to balloon her cheeks.
With determined effort, June began to chew. The consistency was incredibly
sticky and her jaw muscles worked hard to transform it into the desired paste
that she loved so much to swallow. She always munched her food until it turned
into a drinkable pulp, and when it came to shit, there was no exception.

A full minute of heavy chomping passed before June began to slow down. The
oversized solid had been transformed into a thick pudding which occupied less
room in her filthy mouth. Vile bitterness coated her tongue and her stomach
protested by bringing up bile into her esophagus, but her heart beat quickly in
anticipation of swallowing it. It didn't matter that her stomach revolted her
own body's wastes, one would assume that it was just natural and that the act
of eating the substance that a body shits out was wholly unnatural. It didn't
matter to June because she loved shit, she loved to play with it and chew it
and swish it around until it became a shit milk shake and she loved to eat it.
She grew up like this and her lust for feces grew as well.

Her jaw became tired, making it difficult to keep her lips together. Long gooey
strands of brown saliva seeped from the edges of her mouth. They traced wet
lines down her chin and dripped directly onto the dark blonde hairs of her
crotch. June hardly noticed, she was reveling in her filthy feast.

When her mouth was full of only liquid shit, she tilted her head back and
swallowed. The soup ran effortlessly down her throat and into her stomach,
where she felt it splash and mix with the acidic juices. She burped loudly, a
full belch that carried the stench of shit.

The petite woman looked down at the remaining pile that still lay on her
thighs. She had merely consumed a small chunk of the mountain and her hunger
was surprisingly satisfied. June pondered deeply about what to do. It was early
morning and she felt the need to sleep, but she didn't want to dispose of it.

She slowly moved her hands to the pile. Unsure of what to do, her fingers
traced the contours and grooves, testing its texture. It was very soft all
around. June's hands pinched off small bits and rolled them between her
fingers. While her mind was still deliberating, her hands were acting, slowly
and uncertain at first but eventually with more speed.

Bits became chunks and chunks became larger chunks. Her hands were soon coated
with mushy shit. It stuck under her nails and between her digits. They
instinctively moved towards her torso and before she realized it, she was
rubbing the shit into her skin. The hands were painting her perky breasts and
abdomen brown. She massaged in quick circles around her stomach, coating it in
thick sludge. She squeezed her breasts with shitty hands and pinched the
nipples until they were hard. June hadn't intended on having a scat play
session so early in the day, but once started, she worked in a mindless frenzy.

After thoroughly painting her front torso with shit, she dove her hands fully
into the pile, grabbing double handfuls. She rubbed them hard into her thighs
and as far down her legs as she could reach. With reckless abandon, she browned
her slim legs down to the ankles. Sweat was oozing from her shit covered pores
and her pussy began to moisten with arousal.

June took the last double handfuls from the shrunken pile and lay on her back.
She brought her knees up to her chest, leaving her glistening cunt to the open
air.

She spread her knees to the side and with the double handfuls, she mashed the
shit into her crotch. Her mouth opened in a wide O. The soft feces felt cool
against her heated puss. Slowly, June rubbed the filthy muck over the entire
length of her vulva. She used little pressure while massaging so as not to
climax too quickly. Her small palms and fingers spread it smoothly over her
entire crotch purposely avoiding the clit. The pubic hair became matted down
against her mons and outer lips.

She left her pussy for a moment to reach down further and spread the brown
butter over the smooth curves of her ass. Her hands stroked the round cheeks in
slow circles. Nothing was spared. She soon began to rub along her crack. June
glided her shitty hands along the entire ass crack, pausing slightly over her
wrinkled anus. She tickled it and easily slid her pinky inside, pistoning with
one hand while cupping her shit dirt pussy with the other.

June was moaning deeply and her breathing was labored. Her hips rhythmically
gyrated with every rub. Both hands went back to her slit. The strokes became
more erratic as her fingers fought to push inside. The inner lips were wet with
juice, mixing with the shit sludge. Her puss was soon slick with the mixture of
shit and cunt juice.

The clit stood fully erect from its dirty hood. It was too sensitive to rub
directly, so she stimulated the skin on either side. Between two shitty
fingers, her clit was being squeezed while she worked three crusty fingers up
her slimy cunt. They were pistoning in and out with no resistance. The lube of
juice and shit were better than any car oil.

June had her eyes clamped shut and her throat was gurgling noises with ecstasy.
Her senses were completely narrowed down to her slick fingers pistoning her
shit oiled puss. An atomic bomb could have exploded outside, and she wouldn't
notice, even if the building collapsed. As to her great luck, she opened her
eyes before the home stretch to climax, and found Joey standing in the doorway.
He had his cock in a fist and his eyes were buggered out.

She was fortunate to catch him because he would have shot his load on the floor
and went back to bed. But June caught him and wanted to use him. She tore her
hands away from her crotch and smiled. A row of brown teeth greeted him.

"What are you doing up so late?" she asked in her most seductive tone.

"Umm... shit... I had to take a shit." he stammered.

"Well, I'm not stopping you."

She got up off the floor and gestured him to the toilet with her brown fingers.
Joey felt his heart in his throat. It had been a long time since he beheld a
beautiful woman covered in glistening shit. His eyes shifted rapidly from her
browned breasts to her fouled cunt, which was dripping its chocolate down her
thighs. It was the most wonderfully disgusting thing he had seen and it was
impossible not to focus on every individual detail.

June was hot and very bothered. Getting off was now going to be more fun. The
more shit the merrier was her personal motto. By the looks of it, she guessed
that his would be a gigantic load. She almost came while she stood, thinking of
it.

June waited for him to approach. He stopped shy of a foot from her. He kept
staring unbelievably at her naked body, too stunned to make a move. She stepped
forward flattening her perky breasts against his flabby chest. The stench of
her rose up his nostrils making his stomach twist, but he loved it. June bent
her knees slightly and straightened them. She continued to grind herself
against his hairy torso while holding his gaze. They were entranced as she felt
her entire torso light up with electric sparks on every prickling strand of
hair. She was muddening his body, leaving her smell on him, claiming him. She
wanted what he had to give.

June hugged his large body. Her arms were stretched wide around his waist. With
her hands, she took assfulls of his fat buttocks. She pulled them apart
sharply, and invaded his deep crack. It was severely damp from sweat. Her
fingers pawed around for a bit and found the wrinkled prize.

"I want it. I want you to give it to me," her voice was filled with yearning.
"Do it on me. Shit it on me," she begged urgently.

She entered another state. June could sink to any level of depravity once she
entered the zone. Her fingers were working their way inside his hole in
desperation. Joey was amazed, shocked, tongued tied and hard as steel. He
didn't have any initiative but would do whatever the shit covered vixen would
tell him.

With fingers worming their way up his ass, there was little he could do as a
wet fart ripped out from his bowels. The reek of rotten eggs floated in the
air. His anus muscles were straining not to go loose on her fingers. Joey could
tell that it would be very wet and smelly.

June took the fart as her cue and released him. She stepped back towards the
white porcelain toilet and stood there for a moment. Since there was only a
confining shower stall and no bathtub, June quickly mused about what position
to take.

Turning around, she crouched low to the floor with her back to the porcelain
bowl. She bent backwards, arching her body until her shoulder blades were
resting on the front rim. In this position, her head was half in the toilet
bowl and her body was parallel to the floor. Her arms reached out to the sides
onto the floor for support. It made her back and shoulders ache though, and she
didn't know how long she could hold.

Joey looked down and noticed her grimace. "Just wait a sec."

He hurried off into the other room, tearing through the ground, searching. Five
seconds later, he emerged panting and sweating. A tall wooden stool was in his
hand, and he quickly placed it under June's raised ass. It was perfectly level
with the toilet rim. With the extra support she immediately felt the strain in
her back and legs disappear. She brought up her arms and cupped her shitty
breasts. It was time to play.

"I want you over here." Her voice was giddy with excitement. "I'm gonna be your
toilet now, your filthy toilet whore."

Joey almost blasted his load on her. His cock was raging. He stepped over her
with one leg, careful not to lose his balance and come down crashing. He stood
over her as if to take a piss, but a beautiful head was in the toilet bowl and
his cock was too hard. She looked utterly vulnerable, a pair of hypnotizing
blue eyes stared longingly up from an instrument used to contain feces and
urine. It almost made him spunk all over that flawless face.

"Turn arrroound so you can shit on me," she whined childishly.

Joey clumsily lifted over one leg, almost reeling backwards. After balancing,
he swung his right leg over her lying body. He shuffled back a bit with her
guiding hands until his asshole was directly above her face. Joey lowered
himself, but of course stopped short of sitting on her. He was in a slight
squatting position with free access to her body. With his large hands, he took
hold of her petite breasts and squeezed them together. A muffled low moan came
from the toilet bowl. He slid his fat cock between them, their shitty slickness
acting as the perfect lube. He stopped himself from fucking her cleavage, not
wanting to come yet. For June, Joey's fat ass cast a wide shadow over her face.
It was dim in the toilet bowl, but she noticed that his buttocks had
surprisingly little body hair and his anus was totally devoid of any hair. It
seemed odd because he was a real hairy person.

A few quiet moments passed and she thought she would finally know what it was
like to be an actual porcelain toilet.

"You ready?" June asked after lying still for a minute

"Ya - It's just, you know, I'm nervous. I've never done this to anyone."

Her hot breath continually bathed the puckered anus in front of her as she
waited.

"Could you loosen me up? You know, just do something back there."

June felt silly for not thinking of the idea first. She brought her head up and
stuck her already brown tongue out. She started to lick around the entire anus,
tasting the sweat from the most intimate of intimate parts. It had the tang of
salty sweat and the putridness of bitter shit. June reveled in the taste and
bathed it in saliva. Her hard tonguing was causing his hole to twitch with
ecstasy and he strained to keep still.

She placed her hands under his cheeks to hold them steady, and wedged her
fingers into his crack. Her indexes slid up into his anus easily from the
saliva. She pried him open, staring a shortway into his pink rectum. It was
moist and lively, wet brown juices lined the inner walls. She inhaled the
stench deeply. It was all just within her reach. She shoved her tongue inside,
still holding his anus open with her fingers. It twisted in as far as possible,
greedy to taste his putrid gifts.

Joey was having a hard time keeping still. Her incessant licking of his anal
bud was driving him to the brink of climax. He had to release the pressure on
her breasts and hold on for dear life. His prior need to use the toilet had
disappeared when he found her masturbating shit over her nude body. The deep
cramps of his bowels stopped instantly, replaced by a raging hard on and the
need to use it. He was now trying to concentrate on emptying his bowels over
her pretty face. The thought made him all the more desperate to blow his load
but it also added to his determination. He shut his eyes and began to focus on
the inner workings of his body.

The sound of her own feverish licking was the only thing June could hear in the
toilet bowel. The thrill she felt from eating out of a fat man's anus, made her
nipples rock hard and her pussy melt with heat. She was breaking out in renewed
sweat from her strenuous ass feasting. June was so self absorbed in her work,
that she hardly heard Joey's warning and completely missed the sound of his
rumbling bowels.

"Here it comes!" Joey shouted with a strained voice.

June didn't know what hit her. One moment she was licking away blissfully, and
in the next moment a torrent of liquid shit flowed out. The anus had abruptly
contracted tightly over her assaultive tongue and then suddenly flared open
like an explosion. A river of brown, semi liquid shit raced over her shocked
tongue and into her open mouth. Joey's first wave of diarrhea had hit and
quickly filled the pretty woman's oral cavity to the brim.

June reeled her head backwards. Her senses were overwhelmed. The smell that
erupted with the liquid shit reeked like a thousand rotten eggs. Its stench
filled the small bowl like heavy fog. And the taste. Her stomach was clenching
in weird positions, sending signals to her brain in a desperate attempt to
vomit out the putrid sludge. Her whole tongue was submerged in the filth, so
could not escape the taste. It tasted like a hundred unwashed donkey asses. It
tasted like spoiled milk mixed with hot lard. It tasted like newspaper stirred
in month old urine. It tasted bitter, unbelievably bitter so that her eyes
welled with tears to keep it in her mouth. But her cunt steamed, her clit was
exploding, and an animal wail was emitted from deep within her throat. She was
in seventh heaven. The revolting depravity was fuel to her fire.

She gurgled the hot brown sludge, playing with the idea of swallowing it whole.
Just then, Joey sounded another alarm, he would be going all the way, no stops.
June snapped her mouth shut, some liquid filth spilling over the corners of her
lips. It ran pretty brown lines down her cheeks until splashing into the water.
She took a deep breath through her nose and shoved her head back into his ass
crack. The tip of her perfect nose tried to wedge itself deep into his wet anus
until it quivered and exploded again.

June shut her eyes in time to avoid a monumental blast of stank diarrhea. He
was pushing out full force his entire bowels. A powerful jet of watery brown
waste collided with her obstructing nose, causing it to spray in every
direction. The diarrhea had the consistency of a milk shake and flowed freely
over her nose. It browned either side of her once clean face, coating her
cheeks and nose and closed mouth. Streaks and splotches of the semi-liquid
splashed her forehead and eyelids. The river of watery shit drenched her fair
skin. She was given the ultimate mud facial.

Joey was straining with all available strength. His knees began to give, and
his whole body squat lower and lower with the exertion.

June squinted her eyes slightly to see it flow over her wet brown nose. She
carefully took another much needed breath, partially inhaling some dirty froth
through her nostrils. No sooner had she finished, than the puckered anus closed
shut. Joey's ass shifted down at the same time, forcing her head lower into the
bowl. The tips of her dark blonde hair floated atop the water. She shut her
eyes instinctively as he continued to empty himself.

A thicker porridge with small bits and pieces of solid shit landed squarely
against her forehead. This diarrhea was like oatmeal and it quickly covered her
face. It ran in slower streaks over her closed eyelids and then over the bridge
of her nose. The dark brown mush thoroughly coated her forehead, spilling over
the sides onto her temples and even over her small ears. Her hair was the least
to escape, as the shit sludge worked its way into the blonde strands. It ran in
continuous waves over her yellow locks, matting it to her head. They absorbed a
massive amount of diarrhea. In seconds, she was virtually changed into the
filthiest brunette imaginable.

June felt the shit sludge pour over her face in thick spurts. She dared not
open her eyes, but wished dearly that she could somehow witness her diarrhea
face washing. The stench within the bowl was notorious but she loved it. She
ran her hands through her shitty scalp. It was completely coated in Joey's
diarrhea. She continually massaged the watery crap into her once beautiful
hair, evenly coloring each strand into a vile dark brown. Her hair was slick
back with the wet shit, and then she began to rub the filthy diarrhea over her
entire face. She was a true dirty slut. June massaged the thick porridge into
the already dirty soft skin of her cheeks, temples, and chin. Her hands spread
it over her neck and onto her ears, over her cute nose and even inside of it.
She packed her nostrils with sludge, the stench assaulting her sinuses like
never before. June was soon in need of breath.

She still hadn't swallowed the watery diarrhea that was in her mouth. It took a
moment of consideration before she began to gulp it down. Joey had just
finished emptying his bowels with a few little squirts of mud. He stretched his
sore legs and turned around to see his handiwork.

What he saw was an unrecognizable shit smeared face with shit smeared hair. The
new brown-faced slut was swallowing his vile porridge. He could see her throat
gulping down the stuff as if it were a tasty milkshake. She open her pasty
eyelids and sexily stared into his eyes as a grin emerged on her brown face.
June was beaming while swallowing the filthiest excrement believable. It took
her a few moments to swallow the mouthful of diarrhea. The bitter soup glided
smoothly down her throat and into her stomach. She downed it as if it were food
and smacked her lips loudly when finished.

Her eyes had the look of lust and they were locked onto Joe. "I want you to
fuck me now!" she said.

Joey grabbed her slim body with his thick arms and jerked her onto her feet.
She was lifted off the ground momentarily by his strength. Before her feet
brushed the floor, Joey thrust his hips forward and impaled her on his fat
cock. It slid in her tight cunt easily with the shit and sweat. June screamed
from the ferocity of his invasion. She wrapped her legs as best she could
around his wide waist and hugged his neck for dear life.

Joey fucked her with quick, powerful thrusts causing her to bounce up and down
violently. The head of his cock continually pushed against her cervix. Her
vision was blurred from the constant jarring of her head and body. She
completely gave into his power as she was pummeled like a limp rag doll. Her
cunt was being worked into overdrive, secreting its pussy juices to slick the
massive intruder. June let out deep guttural moans in sync with each of Joey's
powerful thrusts. Both their bodies were covered in sweat, the odor mixing with
the stench of feces that streaked their skin.

In a matter of minutes, Joey felt the familiar boil in his balls as he neared
climax. June felt it building inside her too, a red heat deep in her womb ready
to explode. Their wails joined in unison as they climaxed together. Joey
exploded his cum deep into her pussy. It splashed powerfully against her cervix
and slimed the inner walls of her cunt. June screamed as her cunt muscles
contracted orgasmically around Joey's shooting rod. Waves of electricity shot
up her spine making her gasp for breath. Joey collapsed onto the floor with
June, his straining cock still imbedded in her. They lay on their sides, still
holding tight and short of breath.


VI

Dienna's hands had unconsciously wormed their way over the crotch at her
shorts. She had become mesmerized by Joey's story and was desperate to wank
herself off.

"Dienna? Hey?" Joey's words brought her back to reality.

"Sorry Joe," she said. Her voice was intensely strained and distracted. "I'm
really sorry!" she cried out. Her face was flushed beet red as she felt the
most extreme need to cum.

"Don't be sorry," Joey said soothingly, "It was all my --"

He ended in mid sentence as Dienna quickly pulled her sweaty t-shirt over head.
Her large, firm breasts glistened in the sun and Joey gawked like a teenager.
She tossed her shirt to the ground and immediately pulled down her denim shorts
with her underwear in one quick motion. She didn't even bother to step out of
them as she began to masturbate furiously. Dienna just didn't give a flying
fuck that her uncle came in his pants at the sight of her naked body, she had a
one-track mind and it was to rub her clit until it was bruised. She rubbed
wildly at her shaved pussy, her shorts still around her ankles. Dienna pinched
mercilessly at her own nipples, bringing them to full erectness. Her palm was
soon slick with juice as she inserted a bundle of her fingers between her cunt
lips.

It took a minute of reckless pistoning to bring her to a sharp climax. Dienna
cried out in ecstasy and then sank to the ground exhausted.