PIGS IN PARADISE By Steve Kafe (aka Jonnyraunch) kafe35@hotmail.com
(This is a story I wrote a few years back and posted on a scat site where I have a profile under the ID of jonnyraunch. Always meant to post it here as well, but kept forgetting. Finally got `round to doing it. The usual disclaimers apply. Feel free to email me if you like it. Enjoy, fellow Pigs.)
__________________________ PIGS IN PARADISE
I walk into the stinking rundown crapper and find you there, wearing just a filthy, piss/shit/cum stained jock and boots. You're sitting in the overflowing urinal with your dirty, uncut cockmeat hanging out the side of your pig-strap, playing with your wrinkled foreskin. In an instant I spring wood seeing you there in unashamed pig-glory. You're scooping stale, rancid man-piss outta the urinal and drinking it before rubbing the foul male urine into your chest. Fuck, you look so hot and hungry for filth.
I walk over to you and drop to my knees in the pools of piss that collect on the filthy, slimy floor. I press my pig snout into your rank stinking, piss-soaked jock and huff your ripe manstink before sucking the putrid liquid outta your stud-pouch. I pull off my jeans, tee shirt and boots and stand up to face you wearing just my heavily shit encrusted pig-strap. You tug, twist and pull my eraser-like nipples till I grimace in pain. Then from the side of my turd stained strap I uncurl my cheese-stick and peel back my slime hood to show you the thick layer of man-smeg I've been fermenting for the past 2 weeks. Fuck the stink of male bladder juice and cock-crud fills the shithouse.
I'm mesmerised by the hood that covers your dickmeat, with its 3 inch long overhang. Even now, with your cock completely rigid your excess foreskin falls back onto your stiff shaft. The rubbery tight opening invites my pig tongue to sample the rank man-delights its fermenting deep within. I'm drawn to it like a fly to shit. I shove my fingers in and pull apart the opening. It stretches easily, like elastic. At first I just shove my snout in there and breathe in the raw, smeg-stink that saturates the sides of your delectable, manly spice-hood. Deep breath follows deep breath and I draw your pungent pig scent into my lungs. The rancid cheese stink is pure man. I can't resist any longer and I plunge my tongue into your cock-glove and lap up the cheesy, putrid dick slime that coats the inside lining. Like the fucking smeg-hound I am, I scoop tongue-fulls of your cock filth into my latrine mouth. I'm in fucking hood-cheese-heaven.
I slowly, almost reverentially, peel back your scum-sleeve. It seems like a foot of foreskin retracts until it folds itself like a closed accordion behind the ridge of your cock-knob. Aw fuck. Your entire cockhead is slime-covered in whitish-yellow smeg-crud. There's enuf there to make a fucking sandwich. Thick curds of cock-cheese release the most salivating and awesome stink imaginable. Even the rancid, filth odours from the urinal are dwarfed by the raw, manly stud-stink of your nasty, cheesy dickmeat .
I lick and lap and swab the smeg filth off your fuck-stick, savouring every mouthful. On my knees I'm tugging on my own stinking meat. I plaster your slimy cheese curds across my tongue and onto the roof of my sewer mouth. You drip the piss you're sitting in over my head and transform me into a willing toilet. You start to face fuck me seriously now. Your cock invades my throat and I relax it to take your full, totally peeled, 8 inches. I tongue every nasty ounce of stud-filth off your dripping pigmeat. My lips and snotholes harbour the ripe, slimy remnants of uneaten cock-cheddar. My mouth is a sewer. A receptacle for your foul man-filth. After 10 minutes my jaw starts to ache and I want more variety to our pig-play.
I lift you off the urinal and take your piss-drenched face in my hands and kiss you deep and dirty. I transfer the scum from my toilet mouth to yours. You taste your filthy, rancid cock-crud on my hog-tongue and suck on it wildly. You want manfilth as much as I do. I've found a pig brother.
I look you in the eyes and ask you to shit in the hand I position under your piss dripping dump-hole. Without hesitation you start farting and then, fucking YES, you snake a firm, knobbly turd into my open palm. Its warmth and thickness excites me so much I bury my tongue back into your mouth and kiss you like it was Christmas morning. I bring your log under our snouts and we both take in its foul, pungent stink. It's coated in greasy, butt slime and smells unmistakably like man-shit. Our hooded, steel-like cocks are dripping dick-snot. I've got to lick your log before going any further. After gorging on your cock cheese I now want your shit. I glide my pig tongue over it's length. I pick up the foul flavour of bowel-filth. Man-sewage. Dump-waste. Stud-shit. I fucking need your fudge, buddy . So fucking bad.
I take your thick, solid rectum-reeking turd and ask you to stretch open your hood. Into its gaping, black hole I shove your loaf all the way to your cockhead. Your skin-glove grips the turd's girth and hugs it in place. You've just docked with a fucking manlog! About 4 inches of the 7 inch long turd sticks out the end of your overhang. You look so fucking hot, man. Standing there in your wasted, raunch strap. Soaked in anonymous man piss. Your stinking, slimy hood-glove wrapped around a knobbly, stinking gut-log. I'm thinking how much I want your shit as I sink back down on my knees in a cold pool of piss. I pull your stiff, upright cockmeat downwards and sniff the filth loaf sticking outta your smeg-hood. MY SEWER-MOUTH NEEDS YOUR SHIT, BUDDY. I glide your stud-turd onto my tongue and wait for its pasty texture to start melting. Shit drool starts to coat my mouth and I swallow the putrefied, liquid scum and feel my smeg-pole ready to explode. I hold off for a minute and wait. Then begin again in earnest.
I close my hog-mouth around the docked, brown, shit-cigar. And suck it to the back of my throat until my tongue senses the beginning of your cockmeat. Up and down. Up and down. I face fuck your semi-hooded shitlog. I grab hold of the end of your dick and use it to stuff my gutter mouth with your slimy turd. I feel undigested bits of bowel-waste lodging themselves behind my teeth. I'm crazed with cesspool lust, and want more.
I start biting shit nuggets from your log before pulling my pig mouth off it. While running your hood-held-loaf under my snout I chew the shit I bit off. My reprocessing toilet-mouth turns your waste into slime-drool before my throat swallows your stud-scum. Fuck, I love the taste of your shit. I can feel thick turd-gravy run down my chin and cover my goatee in runny man-dump. I can't get enuf. I bite off bigger chunks, now. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Bite. Chew. Swallow. It becomes my shit mantra.
I look up at you. You're smiling. You pull me up and take my shit covered face into your hands. You tongue bathe my cheeks and suck on my bristled, shit-dripping chin. Plunging your pig-tongue first into my snotholes then into my sewer-mouth you scoop out what's left of your ass-waste. You rub your hand over my furry stomach, patting it as your chew and swallow your own shit. You kneel and take my dripping, hooded, smeg-pole into the cesspool your mouth has become. You coat my cock with the brown bowel-filth that lines your mouth and covers your tongue. You fucking hot pig.
Seeing you sucking my turdmeat while you shit-wank, I can't hold back any longer and gush my ball juice down your pig throat. I pull my scum-cock out to watch the following blasts shoot through my shit stained dickhead straight into your open sewer mouth. You swallow my shit-cum. And you fucking love it.
I pull you up and tongue scoop my man filth from your mouth-hole. Then spit it back. Your wanking gets more frenzied and you shoot your jizz straight up between us. You holler, FUUUUUUUUUCK, shudder in my arms, and two more raunch pigs pass through the gates of hog-heaven.
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