****** Jill and Neal by Stu Bers ******
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Jill and Neal


Jill and I have known each other for a good number of years now. She's in her
mid-thirties, single, about five foot eight with dark hair and dark eyes. She
has a pretty smile with neck length hair. We've dated on and off and have slept
together on various occasions, but we were never marriage bound -- until out
last encounter.

I'm more than fortyish, divorced, no kids. I stand about six feet tall and
weigh about 180. As I said, Jill and I have known each other for years. I
thought we were a bit more than 'brother and sister' but, well, I'll just tell
the story.

Last weekend, we decided to go to an afternoon movie and maybe an early bite to
eat. We both dislike crowds and thought the theater and restaurant would be
less crowded. The movie was a mystery that wasn't solved until the last scene.
The entire theater, and it was full, let out a collective gasp at the end. Jill
and I went to The Cave. It's known for its sandwiches.

Finally, we had a chance to sit and unwind. Our order was taken and we were
sipping white wine, talking about the week just ended. Jill works for a
computer-marketing firm in the city and enjoys her work. She likes getting away
from the screen and was describing a project she's working on. It sounded
challenging, and she made it sound like the intellectual's climb of Everest.

After she finished, it was my turn. I was talking about my job -- system
Analysis -- and my boss. I guess my turn became more of a bitch session than
anything else. My boss didn't have such a great week.

"He really shit on me, I'm pissed off at him."

"That is certainly an interesting expression. He shit on you. Literally or
figuratively?"

Not knowing where this was going to lead, "Figuratively of course. Why, how
could it be literal?"

"Well, I've heard," Jill continued, "of people playing in each others' stuff
during sex."

"Are you making a suggestion?"

"I guess I am."

Jill is what one would call a decent lay. She can kiss with passion, suck a
dick with abandon, and enjoys a good fuck. But we've never gone beyond that. We
never did anal sex, orally or otherwise. She's great at a sixty-nine, but now
we were really exploring new territory.

"You want to play with your shit? Maybe you should explain."

"I've been playing around and surfing the 'Net. I've seen pictures of people
shitting on each other, rubbing it in, sucking each others' asshole, eating
shit, etc. I've found some sites with stories about scat and, well, I thought
we could try it. Haven't you ever wanted to 'step outside the lines' and do
something different?"

"I have my fantasies," I stated, "but I have to admit, I never thought about
playing with feces."

"Are you game?"

"Give me some time and I'll think about it. How do you do it? It stinks. How do
you protect your bed, floor, furniture?"

"You put plastic sheeting under your sheets. That way you lie on a regular
sheet and it makes clean up quicker without destroying the mattress. You put
plastic sheeting on the floor for the same reasons. You cover any area where
you may walk especially to the shower for easy clean up."

The waitress came with our lunches so the conversation quickly ended. We ate
and talked of other subjects. After the meal, we drove back to her place. That
part was on the schedule.

"Well, Neal, here we are. It's decision time. We can expand our boundaries if
you want to."

I figured what the hay. What could go wrong? After finishing, we'd shower,
throw the plastic drop cloths away and go on with out lives.

"Ok. Let's do it."

To make things easier, we stripped and put our clothes in a huge pile in the
living room. Apparently, Jill had this well thought out. I arrived in her
bedroom to see the floor covered in plastic. I sat on the bed and heard the
crinkle of plastic underneath the sheet. Jill came over and placed her tit in
my face. A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. I took the breast in my mouth
and started to lightly lick the areola gently. I could hear Jill's breathing
change rhythm. My licking and sucking increased in intensity. Back and forth
from right to left back to the right. I turned myself on the bed to lie down as
Jill was still standing, to lick at her cunt. Jill spread her legs; I lay on my
back with my head hanging off the bed lapping at her pussy. Jill came with a
blast. Her snatch pulling at my tongue. She lay down on top of me, taking my
blood-engorged penis in her warm mouth. Up and down she rode my cock with her
talented mouth. She was fucking my tongue at the same time. It was a perfect
69. I was able to bring her to an orgasm once again. But this time with a
twist.

She was fucking her twat into my face. As the orgasm subsided, without warning,
she pissed on me. I didn't know what to expect. It was incredibly warm. Of
course, some of her urine entered my mouth. It was salty, a little bitter, but
I swallowed anyway. What I couldn't swallow, ran down my cheeks and onto the
sheet. Now I understood why the sheet over the plastic. My shoulders and back
were wet with her urine, but it didn't matter.

"I hope you didn't mind that shower, dear. If I warned you, you may have backed
out. How was it?"

I didn't say anything to her; I sat up and kissed her full on the mouth
allowing her to taste her own pee.

"Will you pee on me?"

"Darling, I will, but a guy can't pee when he has a hard-on. Later, when he
deflates you'll get it."

"I do have to take a shit now," Jill said shyly. "Do you want me to do it on
you?"

"Tell you what, this is more your fantasy than mine. We can do it like this:
you take your dump and we can place it on your chest. Then, we'll take it from
there."

Jill and I really didn't have any experience in this. She lay down on the bed
and lifted her back. She grunted and out it came. As advertised, it was
odorous.

"Quickly, Neal, put it on my chest."

She lay down next to the pile. It was so warm. I was taken aback. I gingerly
picked up the logs and put them on Jill's chest. Without warning, Jill took
both her hands and spread the shit as if she were finger-painting herself. She
rubbed it over her breasts and stomach. I watched her as if she were in the
deepest rapture.

"God, it feels so good."

She took one of her fingers and stuck it in her mouth.

"It tastes bitter, but I won't die. Come here you."

And she opened her arms to welcome me. I lay down on top of her. Her shit
encrusted hands caressed my back. My chest was pressed onto her feces covered
chest. She lifted her head toward me and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I
could taste the shit she had sucked off of her finger. I agreed, it was bitter,
but I too would live. We 'wrestled' back and forth for a few minutes with our
tongues intertwined.

I stood and squatted over her. She didn't need any direction. I shat on her
belly. She took some of the feces and rubbed it on my dick. She took some more
and rubbed her pussy. Finally, she took some and rubbed it on our faces.

"Now, I want you to fuck me."

She leaned over and took my shit covered dick in her mouth. My cock was good
and hard. She took more shit from her chest and re-covered my member. Nature
took over. Jill leaned back and spread her legs. I thrust my cock into her
feces covered pussy. We rocked back and forth, slowly to make it last. We
kissed each other's faces, tasting the shit painted there. I raised myself on
one arm to play with her tits. She squeezed my nipples giving me quite a rush.
Without a word, we knew it was time for some serious fucking.

It didn't take long. We were both ready. I pistoned in and out of her. I could
feel my climax building. I pulled out at the last minute and jerked off
shooting my load of white seed over her face and chest. She rewarded me with a
huge smile. As I was coming down, Jill started to finger herself to bring
herself to yet another orgasm. Now it was my turn to bathe her. I stood on the
bed and pointed my deflated cock at her and started to piss over her. I peed on
her tits, washing the shit onto the sheet under her. I aimed at her face and
washed her face and hair. Jill opened her mouth and I filled it with my yellow
nectar. Jill too, swallowed and smiled.

After I finished, we smiled at each other and knew that our relationship had
taken a new turn for the better. How can I leave someone like Jill?

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