This carries on from the end of 'Return to Hogshead Farm - Part 1'.
Exhausted
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The physical exertion from earlier had taken its toll on Jenny and she was drained and virtually falling asleep in the comfy chair: carrying the extra weight from the thick layer of mud and pigshit clinging to every inch of her, the effort it took to pull her limbs clear of its sticky grasp to move, and the struggle to breathe enough oxygen into her lungs as it blocked her mouth and nose. Surprisingly, Jenny had loved every minute of this degrading treatment, even being unexpectedly dumped beneath the surface of the slurry pit. She found it all exhilarating, but was now knackered in both the old and new meanings of the word, and still stunk despite two showers and a bath.
"I'm shattered. I need to go to bed, are you coming?" asked Jenny, yarning which made her eyes water.
"Sure, you've had a very busy evening!" Mark said, smiling as he mentally listed and ticked off the varying sexual acts she performed.
"Does the same act but with a different type of animal shit count as a separate act?" Mark asked out loud, trying to elicit a reaction from Jenny.
"Of course it does. It's got a totally different texture, smell... taste," Jenny replied, not wanting to be sold short, but also feeling a bit self conscious that she now knew how at least two different animals' excrement tasted. Mark laughed, as it sounded odd hearing a feminine, genteel girl talking authoritatively about the taste of different types of shit.
"Do you want me to sleep on the sofa to let you get some proper sleep tonight? It does feel a bit hot and sticky still," he asked, trying to be a gentleman, despite that being the opposite of what he really wanted. Jenny was gorgeous and he wanted to explore all of her moist holes with his tongue and exchange as much bodily fluid with her as she would allow.
"God no, I want you in my bed. I'm too tired to give you the full guided tour, but it's your fault I smell like this, so the least you can do is find it arousing," replied Jenny, getting to her feet and taking Mark's hand to pull him up from the sofa.
"The musky goodness of your pleasure holes and the rich scent of faecal matter, what's not to like?" said Mark. Jenny would have smacked his bum but she was too tired to bother.
She led him down the hallway, her bare feet slapping on the stone floor, to her bedroom, which was a relatively small room, it was a cottage afterall, but it was large enough for a double bed, a wooden wardrobe and a dressing table in front of the window. There was a door opposite the foot of the bed that led into the bathroom, which was like a Jack and Jill but shared between her bedroom and the hallway rather than a different bedroom. Large exposed beams ran the length of her room, disappearing into the plastered walls at either end.
"I didn't bring any pyjamas with me, I didn't presume I was staying over," said Mark, blushing as he had fully planned out in his mind how he was going to help Jenny undertake some of the dirtiest sex acts she had every tried, but not gotten as far as their sleeping arrangements afterwards.
"I'd completely forgotten there would be an afterward, sorry," he added, looking sheepish.
"Well, before you overthink it, it's still quite hot outside, so I'm going to sleep in the buff and am happy to cuddle up as long as you're not one of these fussy sleepers who can't bear to be touched!" Jenny said, reaching over her dressing table to draw her curtains.
Mark looked kind of lost, so Jenny led the way by pulling her top over her head and undoing her bra, letting them fall to the floor where she was standing on the opposite side of the bed from Mark who was still standing in the doorway. She lent towards him and slipped her pants down her thighs, revealing her pubic hair, and let them drop to her ankles before stepping out of them one leg at time. Jenny's skin looked soft and her curves sexy in the dim light of her bedside lamp. She stood with her legs apart and Mark could just see the lips of her pussy just showing below her tidy hair.
Mark wasted no time in undressing, his cock swaying below his salt and pepper pubes, and the bedside light showed off that he was carrying considerably more muscle than your stereotypical computer nerd. Mark climbed into bed beside Jenny and gave her what was meant to have been a goodnight kiss but was more passionate than he had intended. A wave of excitement washed over Mark as Jenny's warm breasts brushed against his chest and her hand gently caressed the back of his head as they kissed, her lips soft and wet against his, and his cock started to stiffen.
"I thought you wanted to sleep?!" said Mark, which could have been either a question or a statement.
"I do," said Jenny in a sleepy voice, "but I'll sleep so much better after you've cum inside me, knowing that you can't keep your hands off me even if I stink."
"How do you know it's not just the smell I'm after?" retorted Mark, trying to impose control, not on Jenny but on the wild animal inside that was desperate to fuck her.
"Come on, you've not been able to keep your eyes off me, and my nipple just brushes across your chest and your cock is hard as a rock!" said Jenny, amused as she can see the animal behind his eyes trying to fight its way off its leash.
Jenny lifted a bottle of lubricant from her bedside draw and squirted some into her right hand. Lying back down on her left side to face Mark, she stroked her lubricated hand up and down his cock, which engorged with every stroke of her hand.
Mark sighed, the frustration getting too much for him and fidgeting as his arousal became uncomfortable.
Jenny turned over onto her right-hand side and faced away from Mark. She pushed her bottom against his groin and said, "I want you to spoon me."
Mark stroked his hand down her back, and then around her bum, before letting his fingers brush between her legs and feel for her wet pussy. His fingers found her opening, and he toyed with it until the tips felt nice and wet and he pushed them inside one at a time. Mark pulled his fingers out and instinctively smelt them before putting them in his mouth to suck off her juices. The flavour of Jenny's pussy flooded his taste buds whilst her musky smell lingered around his nasal canal. Every so often, Mark got the slightest hint of manure, but then it was gone again like his mind was playing tricks on him.
He continued to play, Jenny getting wetter, until he was able to comfortably slide both his fore and middle fingers up inside her pussy at the same time. He pulled them out and he gently stroked her anus with the moist tip of his middle finger.
"As good as that feels, that's off limits tonight. You'll get to play with it in the morning," said Jenny, tilting her head upward and vaguely in Mark's direction.
Mark liked the sound of that, as he was dying to explore her sexy bum. Both of them have gotten covered in all manner of pungent shit in each other's company, a very pleasant surprise for Mark, but he didn't know what her shit smelt like or even if it is something Jenny would be willing to share with him, as it's highly personal. Some couples can spend a whole lifetime together having never taken a dump in the same room as their partner, or never having savoured the smell of their finger after they'd played with their partner's bum and it had gotten dirty during their fun.
