CW
: Extreme scat and water sports play. Consensual non-consent, domination, humiliation. Bodily holes, poles and fluids.
Teaser
: Today we join our heroine, Skylar, as she and her boyfriend Doug wake up busting for the toilet. Of course, as you might expect, nay hope, leaving the bed is not exactly at the forefront of their thoughts. What do muck lovers do during pillow talk, and just what is a Splash Blanket anyway?
Author's Notes
: This is a gruesomely filthy story, of course, and our favorite playful scat freaks get involved in some poorly thought-out dom play where consensual non-consent goes slightly wrong. Things get a bit intense, but all's well that ends well.
Beware of that, if it's not your thing.
- - -
It's a bright, sunny day; the sort that just makes you want to take a huge breath and savor the very fact that you're alive. A gentle breeze caresses my skin as I walk along the edge of a field. In the distance a farmer is out in his tractor, doing something that's causing flocks of birds to swarm overhead.
The rumbling of large-scale farm machinery grows closer. I turn to watch agriculture in action -- who doesn't love a tractor? -- and a whiff on the breeze clues me in: it's muck spreading season and the farmer is spraying sloppy, stinking cow slurry out of a large clanking trailer behind his rig. The reek gets stronger as the tractor approaches.
To my pleasant surprise, the driver isn't some old grizzly farmer but a gorgeous farmer girl in grubby overalls and tall, black rubber boots thickly caked in, well, it looks like the same glistening, slimy cow shit she's spraying over the field. My dick springs up in my pants. The sight of a sexy girl confidently handling a massive piece of farm machinery, coupled with the fact she's clearly covered in shit herself, but in a nonchalant 'part of the job' way... yeah my degenerate brain finds that
super
hot.
Farm chick drives her rig closer, flashes me a wink, then hits a button and turns the spreader on to max. Slurry explodes out of the trailer and completely drenches me. I'm instantly covered in warm, slick, dripping muck and, oh Lord, the stink of the stuff is resplendent. I try to get a clear breath but it's impossible, it feels like I'm suffocating in the stench.
I open my eyes.
I'm not in a field at all. The roar of the tractor is all but an echo in my dream. There is no cute farm chick. A surge of disappointment washes over me before I figure out where I am. Skylar's lying next to me in bed, her face away from me, sound asleep. I hope her dreams are as fun as mine, but if she's dreaming, she's not showing it. Her naked, milk-white skin expands and contracts with regularity as she breaths. Her long, dark hair cascades over the pillows between us.
My girlfriend is so unbelievably adorable, and I pause to commit this moment of serenity to my deepest cerebral cortex.
Just like in my dream, my dick is standing to firm attention. Morning glory is well and truly with me today, which is pleasing; not only because having an erection next to a girl in bed is rather fun for obvious reasons, but I'm always a bit wary of being twenty years older than Skylar and am concerned I might not be able to keep up with her. Last night we fucked for hours; she's a monster and is plenty adventurous with positions and roleplay. And (I check) yup! I've spent the night asleep in a pair of her panties. She loves making me put her panties on, usually wearing them for a day or two first so they're warm and a bit stinky for me. Not that I object, no, not at all. I like how tightly her panties caress my balls, how my dick pops out the top as soon as I get so much as a semi, and how turned on I am when I think about how her dirty panties have been rubbing all over her cunt before I got inside them.
Right now, my boner is proudly waiting for something to happen.
I roll onto my right side and snuggle up to her back. A waft of moist, warm duvet air rushes out when I move. Oh,
goddam
! In a flash I realize that what I was smelling in my dreams
wasn't
the redolence of agriculture. No, it was the ripe, rancid stench of a supremely powerful fart. I wonder whose it was. I chuckle a little to myself; whoever cut this beauty deserves to be very proud. It's the sort of fart that would strip wallpaper, wake the dead
and
split a crowd right down the middle.
I check to make sure I've not shat myself; the stink really is that bad. No, I'm clean. I gently caress Skylar's ass. Nope, she's not shat herself either. One of us needs to go potty though, that's obvious. The growing fullness inside my butt suggests it's quite possibly me. But a few more minutes next to Skylar won't go amiss.
My little grope causes Skylar to stir gently.
"Morning." Skylar purrs fuzzily, waking up and turning her head towards me.
"Hello, my little Shit Piggie." I reply, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
"Mmmmm that's ok, I like it. I know you can't keep your hands off my ass, you fucking perv." Skylar's smiling, her half-awake whisper has a raunchy tone to it. Fortunately for me, she loves that I'm hopelessly perverted.
We settle together for a good morning cuddle. I run my left hand over Skylar's pert, smackable ass, pausing to explore her panties. Panties are one of my (several) weak spots; I could probably orgasm just by mere thoughts of girls in panties. Look, I told you I'm perverted. Skylar's in a pair of baby blue cotton hipsters with a lacy trim; they're comfy to sleep in, they show off Skylar's gorgeous curves to perfection and they're robust enough to handle a respectable amount of poo. When you're into panty pooping, it goes without saying there's no real point wearing a thong because they don't hold anything at all. No, Skylar is careful to choose good panties to poop in.
We fuck all the time, of course, I simply can't keep my hands off -- or my dick out of -- my girlfriend, and scat play is certainly a major part of our relationship. But it's not the only part, not by a long way, and though last night Skylar was wearing 'poopable panties' (her term) expecting things to get messy, she didn't need to shit in the end. We had a good clean fuck before falling asleep and I have absolutely zero complaints at all. Fucking Skylar in shit is fun. Fucking her cleanly is fun. You can spot the theme. But this morning has a definite air of unfinished business about it.
I finish groping her ass and slide my hand up her tum, then up to her breast.
"Well, hello, Soldier! Someone's pleased to see me?" Skylar says, feeling my boner press up against her butt.
Skyler's the proud owner of a spectacular rack. I cup away merrily, enjoying the weight of her boobs pulling downwards into the bed. I can only just get my fingers round them. Skylar reaches up and cradles my hand in hers, pushing me firmly into her chest. She really does like being fondled. She wiggles her ass against my dick.
"So, was that you or me?" Skylar's awake enough now to notice the fugue we're basking in. "Jesus
Christ
that's bad!" She chuckles. But neither of us is put off by a bit of a stench from under the sheets.
"Dunno." I reply, nuzzling my face into her neck, enjoying the tickle of her hair on my nose. "But yeah, I think the pong woke me up! Shame, cos I was dreaming I'd been covered in cow shit by this cute farmer chick."
"Mmmm, that'd explain why you woke up with such a boner!" Skylar grinds her ass against my dick again. I love the feeling of her flesh against me. "Farmer chick, yeah? Is that another of your kinks, you fucking perv?"
"Who
doesn't
love a chick in shitty overalls and smelly wellies!?" I continue. "But, yeah, also I need to take a shit."
"You stinky boy! So, this
is
your skank!" She chides, but she doesn't mind. "Actually, I'm kinda busting for a piss. I'm gonna have to get up soon, too. But not yet, this is too nice."
We spoon for a while. Fresh air from the open window dissipates the god-awful stench from my ass. Under the covers the heat from our bodies, locked in an intimate embrace, grows quickly.
"You're so hot" I whisper in Skylar's ear, squeezing her a bit harder for good measure.
"Mmmmm, thanks babe!" She nestles further into her big spoon.
"Ha, oh, I love you! I mean, you're all slimy and sweaty."
"Fuck yeah I am. And you forgot sticky." Skylar corrects me.
"Slimy, sweaty
and
sticky!" I reply, running my hand over her chest, feeling her sweat collecting between her boobs.
"Yeah, Shit Piggie is all nasty, isn't she?" Skylar breezes.
