This is a work of fiction by Tracy Smith. It`s a story of woman-woman sex, so if that offends you, then leave.. It has lots of raunch, so if that offends you, then leave. If you're underage then you shouldn't be here at all.
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"Hi, it's me."
"Yeah, he's gone to work."
"Yes, please. I'd love to see you. You've got a key."
"See ya."
With that, I put down the cell phone and snuggled further under the blanket. Early morning is my favorite time for sex. Unfortunately, my husband, John, doesn't agree.
I dozed off, until I felt Samantha crawling under the covers with me. Her body was cool, but heated up rapidly next to mine, with both of us naked. I rolled over onto my back, slightly spreading my legs, my pussy already lubricating. Samantha lay on top of me, her 120 pounds pressing down on my 100 pounds, her blonde pubic hair mingling with my black pussy hair.
"You ready, hon?" Sam asked.
"Uh huh," I replied sleepily. I moved the blanket over both our heads, so that we were enclosed in a little cocoon holding just us. I didn't hear anything at first, then a high whining noise as the gas escaped Sam's intestines. Her fart grew louder, and went on for a long time. I began inhaling, and after about five seconds I got a strong whiff of Sam's fragrant fart, and began getting even more excited.
I pulled my legs up so that I, too, could release my intestinal gas, and ripped off a loud, wet fart that made us both giggle. We began kissing hotly, and breathing in the noxious, but tasty farts that we'd both let loose. I could feel Samantha's DD breasts pressing into my B cups, her stiff nipples scratching my sensitive flesh. Each of us would wiggle our ass occasionally, to allow more farts out. The atmosphere was ripe in our little stinky love nest, as we ground our cunts together and inhaled deeply and frequently.
"Fuck, your pussy feels hot and wet on mine, baby," one of us said.
"God, I love your stinking hot farts," the other replied.
"Shit on me, baby, please," one of us begged. The other smiled and pulled her legs up.
Samantha was hot and ready for me, the turd already halfway out her ass before I had finished begging her to shit on me. She scooted up my body a little ways, so that her shit landed on my navel. It felt hot and sticky, and a little runny, the liquid portion running down at the juncture of my right leg and my vagina. My hand toyed with the big pile of soft, sticky crap that Samantha had gifted me with.
I pulled out a log of her shit from the massive pile, balancing it in my hand, then brought it up to my nose, where I scraped it over the tip of my nose, inhaling her familiar shit smell. I then brought it to my mouth, where my tongue curled around the dank brown crap, and pulled it hungrily in, where I began softly chewing her wondrous gift to me. The taste of Sam's delicious shit brought me to a new level of excitement, and I thrust my dripping pussy up against her, vainly looking for satisfaction.
Since her body was higher up than mine, there was nothing to rub against, until I felt her hand land between my legs, roughly strumming my cunt. I came immediately, bucking against her pressing hand. She wiggled her whole hand inside me, fisting me into a delirium of pleasure. I moaned around my mouthful of crap, and Sam dipped her face down to mine, to kiss me and share her smelly bounty that filled my mouth. My other hand found her dripping cunt, and I fingered her pussy briefly, then pinched her large clit between my thumb and forefinger, making her buck several times from the pain and pleasure. My other hand found the rest of her load on my belly. I grabbed it and slapped my hand on Sam's abundant front, smearing shit on her breasts, throat and stomach. She pressed her wet, sticky front onto me, smearing me with her wet shit.
Our tongues danced wildly, our bodies squirming together, the stench of our shitty love nest filling our noses. "Uhh, fuckin' A, baby. I'm cumming while you eat my hot shit!" Sam yelled, her hard body pushing me down into the mattress. "OH, YEAH, I'M FUCKING YOUR HOT LITTLE GIRL BODY WITH MY HARDNESS!! FUCKING YOUR WET HOLE, DEEPER, DEEPER!!!" God, I love the way she fucks me, her muscles squeezing me, her flat, hard stomach against mine, her shit in my mouth!
Sam finally came down from her O, and slumped down on me, her body covering mine. Soon, though, she roused herself and looked down at me, kissing me gently. "Want to fuck me now, baby?" She asked, with a smile.
"Oh, yes, please," I replied. We squirmed around under the covers until my small body was laying on top of hers. I now pulled my legs up, until I was semi-squatting on her, and I could feel my shit coming out with an urgency. My load was VERY wet, almost like diarrhea, and a hot gush of poop squirted out all over Samantha's stomach, a hot stench filling the air, though by now the air was already pretty foul. Several harder lumps of shit flowed out, too, and Sam picked these up to bring to her nose.
Sniffing these enthusiastically, she popped the larger turd in her mouth, the smaller in mine. We kissed, then, our brown lips opening to each other's oral toilet, mashing the foul mess together. My hips pressing against Samantha's in a dance of dirty lust, my passion building inside. "God, YES! Sam, you're so hard on my little cunt! Fuck me with your pussy, baby, make me cum with our hot shit all intermingled! All over us, sweetheart, we're covered in each other's hot shit! OH! OH! AHHH, I'M CUMMING ON YOU!! OHH! YES!! YES!! FUCK ME, SAMMM!!!!!" I came down slowly. Each orgasm Samantha gives me seems to become more intense than the last.
It was my turn to rest on Sam now, our exhausted, shit-covered bodies still hidden beneath our blanket love nest, the heat and stench incredible. Finally, though, I returned my lips to Sam's and we kissed gently, tenderly, for a few heavenly minutes. "You've got to get to work, Sam," I said.
"And you've got to clean this up," she said. I eased back the blankets, letting in the daylight, and we both blinked. Stepping gingerly out of bed, so as not to track excrement all over the room, we surveyed the mess we'd made. Her hand cupping my ass, Samantha said, "And John doesn't suspect anything?"
"No, I told him that I got a plastic cover for the mattress because I sometimes wet the bed when I'm sleeping-"
"And when you fuck, too," Sam said, giving me a quick kiss on my willing lips.
"Yes, and that I like to wash the bed linens every day because of my `cleanliness mania,' as he calls it," I finished. "So, while we were a LITTLE messy, it all comes out in the wash, so to speak."
"Well, let's clean US up right now," Sam said. We took a steaming hot shower together to remove all traces of our shit play, and it took a lot of scrubbing this time, to get the smell off. I saw Samantha to the door, and as we kissed once again, her strong hand caressing my small, wet, naked pussy, Sam said, "I think I`ll send John on a sales trip to South America for two weeks, starting next week. How does that sound to you, baby?"
I just smiled, my pussy getting wetter in anticipation.
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