Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 16:02:34 +0100
From: Tom Smith <arsehole_addict@hushmail.com>
Subject: Il Menu Marrone (scat)

Il Menu Marrone

Dedicated jointly to Jon and to Roderick Shafton

WARNING: This ridiculous fantasy of a story involves VERY HEAVY
scat (shit) scenes, including, but not limited to, people
defecating, and people licking and eating feces.  It also contains
a great deal of incest, sodomy, underage sex and numerous illegal
and distasteful perversions.  If any of that offends you, then
DON'T READ IT!  You have been warned.  If you wish, scroll down for
the story.



For the uninitiated, the Ristorante di Piaceri seems like any other
North London family-run trattatoria.  The owners, Primo and
Francesca Matassini are young and polite, their numerous relatives
work in the kitchen and waiting on tables, cooking and distributing
huge steaming bowls of pasta laden with cream, aromatics and cheese
- hearty Italian fare.  But the uninitiated rarely visit di
Piaceri, indeed they usually find it impossible to get a table at
the "Restaurant of Pleasure" or at least they do a second time.
You see, di Piaceri is a restaurant very much for the initiated,
and the Matassini family have become adept at sorting the wheat
from the chaff.  Through the ruse of claiming to have two branches,
callers asking to reserve a table are asked, "Certainly Sir (or
Madam).  Would that be at our di Piaceri branch or at...."  The
voice then tales off.  Those in the know, and those sharing the
Matassini family perversion, then supply the essential information
"Stronzo" and the table is theirs.  Other repeat bookers are given
the brush off; they were tested and found wanting, lacking the
refined tastes of those who are able to appreciate the very
particular pleasures available as La Casa Matassini.
Stronzo, I ought to clarify, for the sake of those who have not
thrown themselves wholehearted into the 'European Project', is a
vulgar Italian word for a turd.  A stool, if you prefer.  For the
di Piaceri (let us henceforth call it the Stronzo) caters to very
discerning customer indeed, the sort of customer who the unique
fetish that Don Mateo Matassini imparted so skillfully in all his
children, that of an addiction to the organ, act and product of
defecation.  Bottoms, sodomy and scat, in more conventional and
less delicate parlance.  Arseholes, arsefucking and shit, in the
vulgar tongue.  The charming padroni of the Stronzo, Primo and
Francesca, are not in fact man and wife as is commonly assumed, but
rather twin brother and sister, albeit with a bond of intimacy that
few twins have experienced.  With the exception of the beautiful
Bianca (a cousin), all the staff of the Stronzo are siblings,
offspring of the late Mateo and Carla Matassini, with whom our tale
begins.
Mateo Matassini claimed that his obsession with bottoms was
inherited from his own father, who regularly buggered Mateo's
mother and sisters (as well as numerous servant girls and female
visitors) in full view of the young Mateo.  But Mateo added
something else to the mix: the act of defecation that preceded the
act itself.  Sharing a room in Naples, Mateo would regularly watch
his sisters squat over a chamber pot and strain to empty their
bowels so that they might better accommodate their father's massive
prick in their bottoms.  Even in the early stages of puberty Mateo
would feel his prick harden as he watched each of his four sisters
void her bowels, steaming piss squirting from their fat-lipped
hairy quims and each rich brown turd seemingly larger and thicker
than the one before.  Luisa, the eldest, always produced the
largest which never failed to provoke in the young Mateo an
erection of aching intensity.  By the time he was 15, with the
excuse of 'emptying' the chamber pot, he had began to enjoy his
sisters' dung itself, carrying their heavy loads to a secret corner
of the house, lifting out the largest and firmest turd to lick and
suck upon and then thrusting his already large cock into the
steaming mass of shit that remained, masturbating into his lovely
sisters' waste.  He even grew expert enough to distinguish one turd
from another.  Monica, the youngest, tended to shit the smallest
and least exciting logs, the next sister Cristina produced paler
turds than her sisters, Violetta's logs, although large, tended to
be quite soft, and Luisa, the eldest, unfailingly produced huge,
thick turds of incredible firmness; no wonder she moaned and
grunted so much in passing them.
Thanks to these earliest experiences, in Mateo's mind, there was an
essential connection between sex, sodomy and shit, and one which he
made himself when he lost his virginity.  At the age of 17 he
responded to the desperate advances of Carla Deluca, a local girl
keen to snare a member of the wealthy Matassini family for herself.
 The first time he took her to bed she realised that he wanted her
arse, not her cunt.  Of course it never occurred to Mateo that a
woman had any other orifice worth using, but although no stranger
to cocks up her shitter, Carla realised that she was in no fit
state to undergo a bout of sodomy.  Perhaps it would be possible,
she thought, if a little messy, but then she caught sight of
Mateo's erect penis, 10 inches in length and too thick to close her
fingers around.  Mateo had no idea that he was on the 'monster'
side of well hung, because the only cocks he had seen were his own
and his father's (along with occasional paternal uncles who came to
spend quality time with their nieces).  She definitely needed to
shit first if she was going to accommodate that enormity in her
admittedly well-practised rear.  She attempted to excuse herself
for a few moments, but Mateo was impatient and demanded she void
her bowels there and then.  She did so, depositing a large turd on
the bed, and was amazed and a little sickened to see her boyfriend
immediately begin licking it, his tongue grazing along the knobbly
surface as he manically jerked his huge cock.  Within seconds he
was shooting his load, jism squirting from the tip of his penis in
huge steaming gouts onto her still moist stool.  Although now it
was Carla who had grown impatient for a buggering, she knew she had
won.  She had discovered the young Don Mateo Matassini's weakness,
a weakness that she and only she would be willing and able to
indulge.  She had him, if not exactly eating out of the palm of her
hand, then eating from somewhere much more intimate and taboo.
Experimenting with food assiduously, Carla managed to produce the
sort of turds she knew her fiance would enjoy.  Luckily for an
Italian village girl, she found that an extremely effective diet
made much of those Italian staples, pasta and cheese.  By the time
they were married Carla, through a combination of diet, control of
liquid intake and control of her toilet functions, was producing
turds of such girth and length that they dwarfed her new husband's
'man-sized' logs.
They moved to England and shortly after decided to try for a baby.
And so, for the first time in two years of courtship and the same
of marriage Donna Carla Matassini felt her husband's enormous dick
in her pussy for the first time.  Luckily she was fertile, as Mateo
didn't much care for fucking his wife's cunt.  He adored licking
it, because it was one of the hairiest, fleshiest cunts he had
seen, but when it came to fucking he preferred her back-passage.
But the children came in rapid succession, evenly spaced, two years
apart, with the twins Francesca and Primo first of all.  The next
three were boys, Angelo, Mario and Tito.  Tito was to be called
Lanfranco, after his maternal grandfather, but when they saw his
penis his parents decided upon Tito ("huge").  Even as an infant it
was obvious.  At 14 he could produce a hardon 9 inches in length,
and now, at 18 he measures 8 inches flaccid and over 13 inches
erect.  Finally came Paola, the youngest, conceived after Mateo
began to panic that precious female excrement might be in short
supply unless they produced another daughter.
The Matassinis were attentive to their children's bodily functions,
and all were trained.  Until she reached adolescence, Francesca
thought that all loving fathers helped their daughters on the
toilet, massaging their bellies and 'helping' the turd out with
their fingers, tongues and, later, erect dripping cocks.  She also
thought that it was usual in all households to lock the toilets
every other day so as to prevent daily bowel movements and thus
produce the firmest, thickest turds.  Similarly, Primo and his
brothers assumed all good little Italian boys were circumcised,
little suspecting that their own genital mutilation stemmed from
their nymphomaniac mother's early experiences with itinerant Arab
labourers who came to help with the olive harvest in her girlhood,
and that much as she dearly loved her husband's bowel-stretching
prick, she had something of an addiction to cut cock.
Francesca, ever her mother's daughter, realised her power over
perverted men at the age of 15 when, squatting on the bathroom
floor she saw her father and beloved twin brother almost fight over
the turd that she was shitting for them.    She had been buggered
for the first time some months earlier, but she noted that on that
occasion that tasting her shit seemed to act as some kind of
aphrodisiac for her father and Primo.  By the time she got to sleep
that night she had no fewer than six loads of spunk dripping from
her plundered shithole.  After that her mother took her in hand and
explained the secrets of consistent shit quality.  By the age of
19, Francesca was feeding not only her father and twin brother, but
Angelo and Mario too.  She went to University, accompanied by Primo
who worked in various restaurants to occupy himself, and studied
nutrition, determined to become an expert in 'her field'.  Whilst
at University, the twins managed to convert a few friends to their
way of life, but for them it was all consuming.  They both took
various lovers, but eventually realised that only each other could
satisfy their deepest, darkest cravings.
Don Mateo Matassini had become one of the most successful Italian
businessmen in Britain, with an empire that extended over a chain
of dry-cleaning businesses, a chain of sex shops (with a special
line in 'under the counter' pornography), shares in a several
banks, a security firm, a small and exclusive escort service (for
'special tastes') and a small trattatoria in Primrose Hill.  It was
on the eve of her graduation that Francesca received the news.  Her
mother and father, the two people who had taught her to enjoy her
body, and indulge her sex drive, were dead.  Her father's business
empire, although hardly FTSE100 material, had attracted the
unwanted attention of the Gianni de Costa, a notorious Mafia boss
operating from King's Cross.  His protection demands refused, he
had shot Francesca's parents.
At gunpoint, and fooling him that he would be saving his life, de
Costa had forced Mateo Matassini to sign over all his assets to
them.  The Mafia, however, had not reckoned upon a woman of
Francesca's tenacity and cunning, and she decided to pursue de
Costa through the civil courts for return of her family's assets.
As a woman of, shall we say, particular talents, she had a wide and
socially diverse group of contacts.  One of these was the young
judge scheduled to hear the case, Mr Justice Parsons, who had an
addiction to what Francesca could provide.  Of course, she did not
simply shit in a man's mouth and consent to be buggered by him for
the money, she didn't need it as her father was a millionaire.  She
did it for the power.  She did it because it gave her sexual
pleasure.  And so she set about blackmailing Julian Parsons.
Parsons was a respectable member of the establishment, St Paul's,
Cambridge and Lincoln's Inn; one of the country's youngest silks,
but he had a fatal weakness.  Shit.  His fragrant wife Leonora
would indulge his sick fetish once a year at most, but Julian
needed more, a weekly fix at least.  Francesca provided it.  Every
Friday afternoon she would visit him in a hotel room and provide
him with a thick column of dung for him to enjoy as he pleased, and
then bend over for him to bugger her (something else his wife
refused to do except on his birthday).  And so she would meet him
regularly in a hotel room, providing him with her thickest, firmest
and most impressive turds and then allow him to bugger her with his
impressive cock, though it was a cock she found unsatisfying after
her brothers' gigantic fuck-rods.  A hidden camera caught the whole
business on tape, and Parsons was presumed willing to do anything
to prevent photographs of himself greedily sucking the turds of his
mistress as he sodomised her reaching the gutter press.  In the
end, nothing as low as blackmail was necessary.  Julian was simply
to devoted to Francesca and did whatever she asked of him.  The
case was thus won and Francesca inherited the entire business
interests of her father.  She sold all the interests except one and
invested the money.  The business she kept was the trattatoria, and
so the Ristorante Stronzo was born.
The premises have since been converted into a new and very
particular kind of eatery.  From the street it looks like any other
Italian family restaurant, though without any of the retro or
chintzy touches.  There is a bar worked by Angelo, Mario and Bianca
are in the kitchen, Tito and Paola wait at tables and Francesca and
Primo are 'the management'.  There are toilets, ladies and gents,
but with some unorthodox (and illegal) additions, namely large
numbers of hidden cameras, at the urinals, in the cubicles and in
the bowls themselves.  And then there is the 'brown door'.  Behind
the brown door lies a complex of rooms three times the size of the
restaurant itself.  There is a central lobby, off which are two
small 'consulting rooms', a large play room and several showers.
The play room is well equipped with sofas and couches, all
waterproof and washable, and in the centre of the floor is a drain.
 On the walls there are brackets for slings, huge canisters for
dispensing lube and cabinets filled with dildoes, butt-plugs, cock
rings and sexual paraphernalia that most people would be hard put
to identify.  In addition to these rooms there are several showers,
for while the Matassinis may have incredibly filthy habits, one
thing they loath is lack of hygiene in each other and those they
play with.  Whilst a fragrant and sweaty muff, oozing with the
spend of an earlier fuck, a tasty armpit dripping with perspiration
or a richly flavoured arsehole of a woman whose delicious turd had
been 'touching cloth' all afternoon can all be extremely erotic,
general lack of bodily care and hygiene is a definite turn off.
Getting dirty for sex is one thing, simply being a lice-teeming
scruff-bag is quite another.
The restaurant is profitable, but with so much money in the bank it
is hardly an issue.  Pleasure is the purpose.  Many supplies are
paid for in kind, and Francesca has this down to a fine art.
Qassim, the young Tunisian who is their dry-goods wholesaler, is
also one of the 'initiated' and knocks 25% off his bill in return
for a weekly 'gift' from Paola.  This transaction takes place every
Wednesday evening.  Paola waits for him in one of the 'consultation
rooms', naked, her huge teenage breasts ready oiled for Qassim to
fuck with his massive circumcised prick, then, just as he reaches
the fever pitch of orgasm she squeezes his cock at the root and
rolls onto her front.  Qassim then presses his face into her arse-
crack and she farts, hard, by way of aperitif.  Then he clamps his
lips over her throbbing brown shithole and she begins to fill his
eager mouth with her bitter, brown shit, allowing him to fellate
her log obscenely until he signals that he is ready to bugger her.
And bugger her he does.  Her brother Tito, with whom she shares a
bed, is monstrously endowed at 13 inches, but Qassim's dong is even
bigger than that.  Often he uses his titanic prick to push the half-
shat turd back up into Paola's rectum, so that he might have the
pleasure of having her shit her log into his mouth over and over
again.  Sometimes, his shit-lust sated, he buggers her for upwards
of twenty minutes, thrusting his bloated fuckstick into Paola's
sluttish shithole in urgent strokes, squeezing her firm tit-meat
until she feels her breasts might burst.  He considers it a badge
of macho honour to provide her with at least five orgasms, often
shooting his load and carrying on sodomizing her immediately if she
has experienced fewer.  However, with Qassim, she never has to
fake.  Not only is Qassim's dick the size of a donkey's but his
loads are legendary, too.  His spadge overflows around his shaft
and drips down over his tennis-ball sized bollocks even as he
continues to shoot his cream into Paola's bottom.  Sometimes
afterwards there is a customer on hand whose dearest wish is to
felch a huge gob of shit-flavoured spunk as it belches obscenely
from a teenage girl's butthole, and Paola usually orgasms again as
she feels his (or her) tongue flutter in her swollen and spermy
anus.  Otherwise, Paola likes to shit Qassim's jism into her hands
and massage it into her tits before having a shower and returning
to the restaurant.
Other tradesmen are paid in various ways.  Ryan and Steve, the
cheeky Cockney builders who did most of the alterations were more
than happy to write off their bill when they realised that the
Matassini girls were willing to provide access to an orifice that
their girlfriends had declared a no-go area.  Antonio, the young
gay chef who supplies their fresh pasta finds that the twin cocks
of Angelo and Mario in his shit-tube and a thick turd shat into his
mouth by Tito prove a greater reward for his produce than mere
money.
Soon after the restaurant opens, discreet advertisements are
placed.  To the untutored eye they look like puffs for any old
restaurant, but for those with 'the taste' they betray a secret
meaning, particularly the line 'special tastes catered for'.  Soon
word of mouth kicks in and gentlemen's clubs, gyms and dining
tables all over London (and indeed the country) are full of
whispers of the new and taboo delights to be experienced at the
Stronzo.
"Have you tried that new eaterie in Primrose Hill?" Marcus, a 30-
something, pinstripe-suited barrister asks his colleague over a
long business lunch.
"Do you mean, the, um, the new one, um, what's it called?" replies
David.
"Well, to some it's di Piaceri, but it has another name..."
"Stronzo, you mean?"
"So you do know it!  I thought as much!" Marcus exclaims, realising
another shared bond between friends.
"Weren't sure if you were, you know, one of us," David mumbles.
"Damn right I am," Marcus guffaws, suddenly checking his volume in
the quiet of the restaurant, "Suzanne absolutely loves it."
"Your wife?"
"God no!" Marcus chokes on a mouthful of Merlot, "That frigid bitch
won't let me within three feet of her arsehole."
"So your mistress?" David digs for further information, though
suspects that this is not the answer.
"Not exactly...."
"So?"
"Oh come on man, we both know what we're talking about.  You must
be taking, um, Belinda is it?"
David feels his cock rise as his daughter's name is mentioned and
blushes, "Yes, that's right.  She's at school with your Suzanne
isn't she?"
"Yes," Marcus replies with a conspiratorial wink, "But your girl is
in the year below, I think.  You naughty boy."
"She had the wop treatment yet?" enquires David, his mind
immediately filling with images of that Saturday night a month ago
when his buxom 15 year old daughter was buggered by three swarthy
Italian cocks in succession, her tangy shit still filling her
father's mouth.
"Christ yes, that's why the little tart is always pleading with me
to take her there."
"And what's in it for you?"
"Same as for you I suspect my friend...."
"Fudge?"
"The very same," Marcus concurs, his breathing growing somewhat
laboured.  "I can have Suzie's arsehole seven days a week, but it's
all thanks to Stronzo that I get her arse-fudge as well now, the
little slut's just so desperate to have those big wop dicks bugger
her."
"Francesca's done marvels for Belinda," David confides to his
friend.
"Oh, likewise for Suzie," Marcus agrees
"What were they like before?"
"Well, delicious enough.  After all it is my own little girl's shit
that I'm talking about, but since she's been following Francesca's
diet plan they have been consistently large and firm.  She fed me a
13 incher when her mother was at church last weekend.  Belinda?"
"Pretty much the same.  It hurts her to go to the loo now sometimes
because her turds are so big."
"Fuck," Marcus sighs.
"Yes, quite," David agrees.  "Actually, she laid a pretty hefty
cable this morning before I buggered her."
"Really?" Marcus probes for further information, his cock hardening
by the second. "A big solid one?"
"I'll say!" David laughs, checking his volume once more, "No wonder
I couldn't get my prick up her until she'd shat it out.  Grunted
like fuck when she was shitting it - about 9 inches of thick meaty
turd - but it opened her anus perfectly for my cock.  Unfortunately
we had to be quick because my wife was about."
"Sounds delightful," Marcus muses, his mind picturing David's slim,
big-titted daughter pushing out a big stinking loaf for her Daddy,
"I hope you managed to eat it."
"No time sadly.  I like to savour her shit at my leisure if I can,
though I had a good few licks, obviously," David replies, blushing
slightly, "But actually it was so incredibly firm and solid that I
managed to push it up my arse."
"God that's horny," Marcus says breathing heavily, his dick rigid
in his suit trousers, "Have you shat it out yet?"
"Not yet.  I was planning to enjoy that after lunch, as a sort of
pudding, especially prepared by Belinda."
Holding that thought both men decide to retire to David's office
for a spot of 'recreation'.
Half an hour later, David's office door securely locked and his
secretary briefed to hold all calls, the two men are both naked,
unashamedly displaying their gym-toned bodies and large erections.
After carefully spreading a plastic sheet on the floor David lies
on his desk, his chiselled buttocks over the edge and his knees
pulled back.  Marcus kneels in front licking his lips in
anticipation and wanking his fat circumcised cock as he studies
David's hairy brown pucker intently.  After struggling with his
sexual identity for all of 5 seconds he decides that an arsehole is
an arsehole and he begins to rim his friend's raunchy butthole like
a starving man.  And after all, added to incest and coprophilia, a
bit of man-sex doesn't seem much of a perversion.  For David, the
mere thought that his rectum is packed with his beautiful
daughter's hot poo is almost enough to make him come, but Marcus's
hot lips and probing tongue push him close to the edge.  With a
deep groan of satisfaction David shits Belinda's greasy turd into
his colleague's mouth.  Marcus eagerly deepthroats the bitter
cylinder of crap, holding it carefully in his mouth as he gets to
his feet.  His friend's filthy shit-socket is too tempting a target
and he thrusts his stiff fuck-pole all the way into David's guts
and begins to buttfuck him, delighted to feel the warm solidity of
a column of man-shit further up his shit pipe.  As they fuck, the
two men pass Belinda's shit-log between their mouths, greedily
sucking, licking and chewing until Marcus shoots his jism into
David's shitter.  He withdraws his shit-smeared prick and almost
immediately a splattering spermy fart rips out of David's fucked
out arsehole, closely followed by a steaming, foot-long turd of his
own rich, pungent shit.
Panting, their shit-lust sated for the moment, the two men make for
the en suite bathroom in David's office and shower.    By the time
they emerge the plan is hatched.  Both Marcus and David will
contrive to be at the Stronzo on the same evening and then book
into a hotel with an understanding housekeeper where they can slake
their lust with each other's teenage daughters.
At a supper party for three 'yummy mummies' in Islington, Sasha,
Kate and Bella have one two many glasses of Chardonnay and get onto
the subject of sex.  'Normal sex' naturally turns to the subject of
kinky sex.  All three of them, they discover, have discovered the
joys of a Matassini salami in the behind.  Kate ups the ante by
commenting that the Stronzo 'chocolate pudding' is divine.  Sasha's
reaction is noncommittal, but the look of undisguised deviant lust
in Bella's eyes is enough to tell Kate that Bella does not only go
to the Stronzo for the buggery.  When Sasha leaves, Kate and Bella
can hardly contain themselves and within seconds of the front door
closing they are writhing naked in Kate's marital bed, the lush
blonde locks of Bella's muff mulching with the black hair of
Kate's.
"Are you full?" Kate asks her best friend.
"Fraid not," replies Bella, blushing in shame, "I shat an absolute
monster earlier but I fed it to Ben before I came here.  It really
fired him up; he shot two loads up my dumper and ate practically
the whole of my log."
"Wicked.  So nothing left at all?"
"No, sorry.  Maybe a few drips of Ben's spunk, but otherwise
nothing.  What about you?"
"Well," Kate began, "I'm totally packed.  I've been holding onto
this load for two days, so it's going to be big.  I can feel it.
In fact I'm practically touching silk."  Bella licks her lips as
Kate continues, "Since Simon and I started going to Stronzo our
turds have been amazing.  I swear some of Simon's logs are more
like fucking marrows than turds."
"God, that's so fucking horny," moans Bella as she frigs the hairy
pit of her cunt.  "Where do you take them?"
"Well Simon likes mine in his mouth, and I take his between my tits
usually," Kate tells her, gently cupping her fat, stiff-nippled
tits, "But best of all I like them up my cunt.  The cleanup is a
nightmare, but the orgasms are amazing!"
"Don't I know it!" agrees Bella, shivering at the memory of that
first dazzling epiphany when Ben took her to the Stronzo and had
Angelo Matassini deliver a massive, hard turd straight into the
seething core of his wife's furry wet cunt before buttfucking her
with his enormous Italian schlong.  "Please Kate, give me your
shit.  I can't wait any longer.  Fill my fanny with your fudge."
"Well I was saving this load for Simon, but I'd say your need is
greater," Kate laughs, "But I've got a better idea anyway.  Have
you been introduced to 'brown docking' at the Stronzo?"
Bella shakes her head and looks quizzical.
"Well, relax and learn darling," Kate says softly as she pushes her
friends knees back so that her puckered shithole is rudely bared.
Kate licks her lips at the sight of Bella's most intimate orifice.
Whereas Kate's anus is deep brown and surrounded by the nether
locks of her black pubes, Bella's is demurely pink, perfectly
hairless and tightly puckered.  Greedily she kisses Bella's
shithole and thrusts her tongue into the centre.  Bella gasps with
pleasure and bears down with her shitting muscles to admit the
tongue, farting forcefully in the process and sending a gout of
Ben's flavourful spadge into Kate's mouth.
After a protracted period of deep anal tonguing, Kate straps a
menacing large rubber cock to her muff and presses the fat bell-end
against Bella's spit-lubed shit-ring as she lubes the shaft and
prepares to bugger her.  Desperate to have her shit-tube filled
with Kate's silicon dong, Bella pushed her buttocks forward and
pooches out her arsehole around the tip of the toy, farting
noisily.  The fragrance of Bella's hot, shitty farts filling Kate's
nostrils reminds Kate of her own pressing need to defecate and she
feels the mass of warm shit in her rectum weigh heavily on her
straining sphincter.  Slowly she pushes forward with the fake cock
and watches her toy disappear slowly into the hungry arse of her
perverted girlfriend.  She hears the front door open and close and
then Simon's footsteps on the stairs.
"Hello darling," she says brightly, kissing his wife's cheek and
squeezing her tit, as if it is the most natural thing in the world
for a man to return home and find his wife in the middle of an act
of lesbian buggery.  Reaching under Kate's bottom, he strokes her
sweaty arsehole and pushes a finger inside, sighing with pleasure
as he feels the tip of a large and very firm turd.  "Mind if I join
in?  I've always wanted to fuck Bella in the crapper."
Moments later Simon is feeding his bloated prick into Bella's
gaping shithole and begins to bugger her vigorously as Kate covers
her hand in a generous quantity of lube.  She tells Simon that she
is planning to introduce Bella to brown docking and the prospect of
seeing that obscene act makes Simon ejaculate forcefully into
Bella's bowels.  Working quickly as Bella's anus gapes obscenely
from the buggering, Kate begins to work her fingers and thumb into
her arse.  It's not the first time that Bella has taken a fist in
her bottom, but the exertion of taking Kate's hand anally makes her
grunt and moan.  When Kate feels the rim of Bella's muscular
butthole grip her wrist she tells Simon to get ready.  Sweating
profusely and biting her lip in concentration and exertion, Kate
begins to shit her massive Stronzo-induced turd into Simon's
waiting hands, who is himself barely able to believe quite how
thick and heavy it is.
"Okay," Kate pants lustfully, "Now!"
She removes her fist from Bella's churning crapper and Simon
quickly slides the rock-hard choad into her gaping, sperm-drenched
tunnel.  The sensation of having a steaming hot turd pushed into
her well-buggered and fisted rear sends Bella over the edge and she
comes violently, juices squirting from her cunt and drenching Kate
and Simon.
"Fuck, Kate, this is so fucking horny, getting my dirtbox packed
with your big turd!" Bella moans, frigging her pussy, "I just wish
I had one in my gob as well."
"That can be arranged," Simon says, his voice thick with lust, "But
if you thought the one up your bum was big, then think again."  And
with that he squats over Bella's face and groans with delight as he
feels her delicate tongue graze his hairy butthole and prepares to
give Bella the precious cargo of firm manshit that he had been
saving for his beloved wife.
In these and in countless other scenarios, the influence of the
Matassinis is being felt all over the capital, and indeed the
country.
Tonight, Friday, is one of the Matassinis' busiest evenings and
almost everyone in the restaurant is eating from the 'brown menu'.
There may be some fun after hours tonight, but most of the
customers are here to prepare themselves for a Saturday night
session of filthy bum fun.  The expert advice of the Matassinis
ensures that they will have what they desire.  Francesca serves a
couple of newcomers first of all, a couple in their twenties.  The
girl is blonde and very beautiful.  She is also very pregnant.  She
is wearing a low-cut top which stretches over her large breasts and
swollen belly.  Her nipples are massively erect.  The couple's
names, she sees from the reservation list, are Jessica and Neil,
presumably married.  They have arrived early, so are obviously very
keen.
"How can I help you?" Francesca says sweetly, "Are you looking for
a particular, um, result?"
Jessica blushes before saying quietly, "He likes to watch me go
before he buggers me..."
"Go?" Francesca asks, "You mean have a shit?"
"Yes," Jessica confirms, looking downwards and blushing furiously.
"And what sort of turd would it turn you on to see Jessica
shitting?" Now it is Neil's turn to blush.
"Um, I don't know," Neil mumbles, "Quite a big one I guess, quite
firm."
"Oh yes, they are the best kind," Francesca says as if she is
discussing something perfectly innocent, "And do you like to eat
Jessica's turds as well, Neil?"
"Oh God no!  That's just too much," Jessica exclaims, but Francesca
can see from the pleading look in Neil's eyes that eating Jessica's
arse-sludge is exactly what Neil wants to do, "But I agree with
Neil.  Something that will stretch my bottom would be good because
my brother is quite large.  Larger than my husband anyway."
Francesca raises an eyebrow.  Somehow they look too innocent to be
indulging in incest, sodomy, adultery and scat.  Looking around she
notices that the restaurant is otherwise empty and she decides to
have some fun with the naive pair.
"Well, Neil, it would be very helpful if I could have a look at
your penis to get an idea of the sort of size we are talking about,
and Jessica, I'd like my brother Primo to examine one of your
stools so we can decide how to firm them up a bit.  Are you able to
shit right now?"
"Yes," Jessica say, flustered and rather turned on at the thought
of letting the handsome Italian watch her squeeze one out.  "I
think I can."
"Excellent," Francesca says, having a quiet word with Primo, "Come
this way."
Alone with Neil in one of the consulting rooms, Francesca asks him,
"Is there something I can do to help you get hard, Neil?  You can
suck my tits if you like, or lick my cunt, or if you'd prefer you
could rim me...."  Unsurprisingly, Neil elects to rim her, greedily
Frenching the Italian woman's throbbing anus, his tongue swirling
around her shit-ring, digging for her dirt as he reaches around to
frig Francesca's monstrously hairy fanny.  After several minutes of
fevered rimming, Neil gets to his feet and Francesca kisses him,
desperate for a taste of her own anus on his tongue, as she unzips
his flies and lifts out his very stiff cock.  Jessica is right to
say that it's large, but were she used to the massive butt-
battering weapons of the Matassini boys, she might have modified
her opinion.  Still, Neil's prick is larger than average and very
thick at the base.  Kneeling before him, Francesca skins back his
tool and takes the bloated helmet into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," she coos, detecting the unmistakable earthy flavour of
someone's bowels clinging to the glans, "This has been up Jessica's
bottom, hasn't it Neil?"
"Yes, just before we left my flat to come here," admits Neil,
blushing again.
"It's okay, don't be embarrassed," Francesca reassures him, slowly
masturbating his hardon, "Sometimes my brothers are so desperate to
get up my shitter that they take me without warning."
"It's not like that," Neil say, blushing again and hesitating,
"It's Jess.  She's the one who's always horny for a buggering.  She
practically forces me into it.  She's even randier for it since she
got pregnant as well."
"And how does she 'force' you?" Francesca chuckles.
"She just shoves her naked bum in my face, you know, and pulls her
cheeks open...."
"Then what does she do?"
"She just pouts with her hole.  It's not often I can resist that.
But sometimes she'll blow a fart, or tease me by showing me the tip
of her turd because she knows that I'm obsessed by her bum."
"I bet you are," mused Francesca, realising with that here was yet
another sexy woman who had managed to totally enslave her lover, in
this case her own brother, using only her magnificent bottom.  "And
you want to eat her turds, don't you?"
"Fuck yes," Neil panted, "Like crazy.  I've had a few out of the
toilet and I've managed a few crafty licks, but I really want to
get one straight in my gob so I can eat it while I'm buggering
her."
"Well, let's see how your sister is getting on with my brother,
shall we?" Francesca suggests, and flicks a switch on a nearby
monitor.  Immediately the screen in filled with the sordid details
next door.  Jessica is almost naked and she is squatting over a
steel kidney dish, cupping her generous boobs and tweaking her
pale, fat nipples.  Behind her squats Primo, pulling Jessica's
buttocks apart and stroking her straining shit-pucker, his thick,
curved cock released from his black trousers and leaking
pearlescent pre-come onto the floor.  Francesca continues to wank
Neil as they watch Jessica defecate into the dish, Francesca noting
with delight that like herself, Jessica keeps her thick, honey-
coloured bush untrimmed.  The turd she shits is fat and firm-
looking and Francesca sees from Primo's expression that his shit-
lust is beginning to kick in and she worries that he may not keep
to the plan.  But then she is relieved to see Primo take the dish,
examine to log briefly, make a show of measuring its length and
girth and then place it in a small cupboard on the wall.  Francesca
walks over to the corresponding cupboard in her room and brings the
steaming gift over to Neil.
"It's rather a good one," Francesca says approvingly as she
examines Jessica's turd, lying in a pool of the jism that Neil had
pumped up her bottom earlier in the evening.  "Quite large and
firm, and tasty too, I bet."
She lifts the thick log from its dish and offers it to Neil, who
grasps it with a trembling hand and brings it to his lips and
begins to fellate his sister's dump like a huge shit-cock.  On the
screen they see Jessica bend over and brace herself as Primo
presses the tip of his glistening prick against her turd-hole and
pushes every fat inch into her guts.  The sexual mind-fuck of
watching his heavily pregnant sister being buggered by an eleven
inch prick while he tastes her dung AND gets sucked off by a big-
titted Italian slut is enough to make Neil come in seconds, his
scalding jism shooting down Francesca's throat.  And yet, as
Francesca has seen in so many men before, his sister's waste is his
drug of choice and Neil maintains his erection and Francesca is
able to suck him to another, and then a third orgasm by the time he
has consumed every last morsel of Jessica's butt-fudge.  She is
pleased.  Another few lessons at the Stronzo and Francesca has
little doubt that in no time at all Neil will be eating directly
from his sister's lovely arsehole.
Once Jessica and Neil return to their table, with Neil's appetite
somewhat decreased and Jessica's bottom leaking cooling semen into
her silk panties, the restaurant begins to fill up for what is
Stronzo's busiest night.  Most are regulars and the Matassinis know
their needs and kinks.  Mostly they are professional young couples
preparing for a weekend of dirtier than usual anal fun.  Their
experience of shit-play varies.  Some enjoy the sensation of sodomy
with a full rectum, some just like to watch their lover defecate,
others get off on the scent or texture of a turd, others find the
taste erotic and some are so obsessed with it that they are unable
to climax without involving shit in their sex lives.  Whatever
their particular scat kink, Francesca is able to 'prescribe' a
course of action that will maximize the experience.
Simon Everett is dining with his girlfriend Lucy.  Like many of the
couples who patronise Stronzo, few would suspect them of harbouring
dark perversions.  Simon works in the City, and Lucy, who is the
daughter of a vicar, studies fashion. They appear to be a normal,
albeit extremely attractive, young couple, but when they make love
they like to get dirty.  Very dirty.  Their shared obsession with
shit came almost by accident, during a camping trip in the Lake
District.  With no toilets available they had to relieve themselves
in the open air, squatting behind bushes.  Lucy soon realised that
watching her boyfriend's hairy ringpiece bloom open as a thick,
dark log descended from between his muscular buns made her feel
unbearably horny, and Simon had similar feeling as he watched her
evacuate her bowels.  Back in London the young lovers discovered
the thrill of genuine fudge-packing.  Lucy had more orgasms than
she could ever remember as Simon's cock stretched her bottom and
then pushed the turd he encountered in her rectum back into her.
It was like being fucked by a twenty inch cock!  After Simon
ejaculated into her bottom and withdrew his (very dirty) cock,
nature kicked in and Lucy couldn't help herself, piss squirting
from her hairy, fat-lipped cunt as an enormous spermy log slithered
from her plundered anus and landed on the bed with a thud.  Simon
was so turned on by the deliciousness of seeing his girlfriend
defecate at close quarters that he came a second time, festooning
Lucy's impressive bowel-movement with ropes of pearly jism.
The nature of their preferred mode of scat sex calls for different
diets tonight.  Tomorrow night, a rubber sheet on their bed, Simon
will squat over his girlfriend and shit a huge, coiling rope of
soft shit onto Lucy's firm young breasts, spreading it over her
tits and belly with his hands.  And then he will bugger her, her
crap-smeared jugs in his hands, his cock driving a large and very
hard turd deeper into her bottom.  He will come quite quickly, but
the rich smell and greasy texture of his own shit coating Lucy's
bosoms will bring him back to hardness in no time, and then, two or
three times he will empty his large, hairy balls into Lucy's full
rectum before settling back on his haunches to watch his girlfriend
shit a slippery and painfully thick log from her lovely bottom.
Simon and Lucy are just discovering the intense pleasure that dirty
sodomy can bring, but under her expert guidance, Francesca has
little doubt that one day soon Simon will take things to the next
stage and impulsively clamp his lips to Lucy's freshly buggered
arsehole and leave her with little choice but to feed him her rich
brown gift.  And from that moment, even if it results the first
time in retching and nausea, Francesca knows that he will be
hooked.
Stephen Patterson, like several of the diners this evening, has
brought his daughter, Philippa.  Philippa looks considerably older
than her 16 years, probably on account of her incredible E-cup
tits.  They look so large on her slim, girlish body that most
people assume she has had implants.  However, most of the
Matassinis have had the pleasure of kneading that magnificent
teenage tit-meat in their hands and know that Philippa's teats are
very real indeed. The only silicon inside Philippa's body at the
moment is in the form of a large butt-plug that is stretching her
ringpiece and holding in the massive tube of shit that is filling
her rectum.
At an early age, Philippa realised that the route to her sexual
pleasure was via her bottom.  She liked to masturbate on the
toilet, stroking her dripping twat as she let a mammoth log drop
slowly from her backside and into the water beneath, loving the
sensation of her anus stretching around the girth of a firm turd.
She began to prolong the pleasure of these sessions by kneeling
with her breasts pressed to her bed and her buttocks splayed wide
apart.  Then, as she frigged her juicy minge, she would force a
turd part-way out of her bottom, panting as the stool stretched her
ring, before relaxing her shitting muscles and sucking the turd
back into the welcoming heat of her rectum before the repeating the
process all over again.  She continued this process over and over
for hours at a time, wanking her hole with her own turd until she
could hold onto it no longer and allowed it to exit her bottom
completely and drop onto the waiting towel she had carefully spread
between her knees.
Unfortunately, after the ecstasy of an incredibly full rectum came
the agony of the emptiness.  Philippa had quite simply become
addicted to having her bottom packed.  Sometimes, the turd might be
firm enough to push back up into her pliant dump-hole.  She would
hold onto her turds for days, luxuriating in the sensation of
having her bowels packed with a huge volume of firm shit.  But she
soon found that other objects could fill her shitter just as
satisfyingly.  Soon, no phallic object in the house was safe from
Philippa's voracious arse.  Her father noticed large screwdrivers
going missing, only to reappear some days later, their bulbous
handles mysteriously greasy.  Her mother was at a loss to
understand what happened to large numbers of carrots, cucumbers,
salamis and once, even a butternut squash that seemed to disappear
from the fridge.  And naturally, when Philippa started sweating and
trembling at the supper table, her mother assumed her daughter was
suffering from the rapid onset of a fever.  No mother would ever
imagine that such a phenomenon was actually an intense orgasm
brought on by the eight inch carrot that Philippa had stuffed up
her bottom before the meal.
Eventually she plucked up the courage to ask her seventeen year old
brother Jonathan to buy her a proper dildo for her fourteenth
birthday.  This he did with pleasure, on the condition that he
could watch her use it.  The first time he watched her use a dildo
the sight of her sprawled nude on her bed, her long chestnut hair
trailed over her pillows, her tits already full C-cups and capped
with large pink nipples, was so erotic that he had to get his prick
out and masturbate.  But what wowed him more than anything was her
fanny.  Jonathan's redheaded girlfriend Becky had a sparse patch of
wispy ginger pubes, but his sister, even at 14, had a forest
between her legs.  After slathering the dildo with lube Jonathan
was surprised to see Philippa direct it not at her hairy cunt as he
had expected, but at the prominent brown ring of her arsehole.
Grunting a little, Philippa pushed the fake cock against her
shithole and, kinkily aroused by the loud fart that accompanied the
act, pushed the glans past her well-practised sphincter and into
her bottom.  The ease with which Philippa accommodated the rubber
phallus in her back-passage amazed Jonathan.  He had tried to fuck
Becky's back door on several occasions, and despite their mutual
desire for sodomy, they had always been unsuccessful, Becky
eventually complaining that he was too big.  And yet here was his
baby sister, four years younger than his cock hungry-girlfriend,
fucking her own shithole with a rubber dick considerably larger
than Jonathan's thick eight incher with sluttish ease!
The pure unbridled horniness of seeing his younger sister bugger
her own shit-trench was enough to make Jonathan throw all fraternal
propriety to the wind.  Hot with lust, he stripped naked and joined
his equally naked sister on the bed.  Pressing his face into the
forest of her cunt he began to lick her dripping sex hungrily, his
tongue lashing the fat lips of her vulva, plunging into the
seething core of her twat and then flicking his tongue up towards
her swollen clitoris.  He lapped her sweet cunt for almost half an
hour, his face smothered by Philippa's dense, sopping bush, his
lust at fever pitch thanks to the huge dildo slurping and
squelching in her turd-hole.  Unable to resist his sodomistic urges
any longer, Jonathan pulled this slippery rubber dong from
Philippa's spastic shithole and, grasping the round cheeks of her
young bottom, thrust his tongue urgently into her slack crap-hole,
delighting in the forbidden flavour of his sister's bowels.  After
several minutes of oral sodomy, Jonathan aimed his achingly hard
dick at Philippa's fucked-out bumhole, sank it into her crapper to
the balls and began to bugger her.
That weekend the randy siblings took advantage of their parents
absence and had anal sex all over the house.  Jonathan managed to
sodomise her thirteen times in just forty-eight hours and still she
would have taken more.  She even woke him up at night, itching for
a buggering from her big brother's beautiful fat cock.  After that
first lust-crazed shagathon, they continued to have anal sex.
Except when she was 'saving up a load' for some fun later, Jonathan
buggered his sister almost daily.  When their eldest brother Joe
came home from university he, too, proved easy to seduce and soon
she became adept at taking both her brothers' dicks in her fudger
at the same time.  Philippa was in heaven.  Not only did both of
her hunky brothers service her shitter on a regular basis, but
Jonathan frequently brought friends home to bugger her as well.
Her bottom couldn't have been more contented.  But after several
months, disaster struck.  Jonathan left home to go to university.
Faced with long weeks of stretching her insatiable arsehole with
nothing more than her toys and her own huge turds, Philippa
realised that she had to set about seducing her father.
That, as it turned out, proved to be remarkably easy, largely
because Stephen Patterson had recently been developing a taste for
the brown stuff, specifically Philippa's brown stuff, and it was
Philippa's skill in delaying defecation that was the key.  Like
many fathers of sexy teenage girls, Stephen derived enormous sexual
pleasure from sniffing his daughter's used knickers, breathing in
the musky aroma of her young cunt as he masturbated his stiff,
dripping cock.  But he found that his pleasure was heightened
considerably when her panties had skid marks in them.  And a girl
such as Philippa, who took such enormous pleasure is both holding
onto her waste and feeling her butt-hole flex around a turd, tended
to soil her knickers more than most girls of her age.  She also
loved to avoid using the toilet for two or three days at a time,
enjoying the sensation of her bowels forming her shit into a
mammoth choad that would stretch her anus to unimaginable
proportions.  This meant that her logs were frequently gigantic and
often blocked the toilet.  At first Stephen found the job of
unblocking it rather disgusting, but gradually he found himself
becoming fascinated, aroused even, by his daughter's bowel
movements.  How could a petite girl of fifteen produce turds of
such flabbergasting proportions?  He found himself thinking lewd
thoughts about Philippa: sitting on the toilet, perhaps naked, her
big tits sweating with exertion, her tiny anus stretching beyond
belief as she laid a fat cable of shit, farting and grunting as she
did so.  Stephen's fantasies got progressively dirtier, and he
found himself masturbating over her freshly shat logs, his mind
spinning at the thought of his daughter evacuating her bowels,
until the day when he was so overcome by lust that he thrust his
hand into the water and lifted out one of Philippa's turds.  It was
a magnificent specimen, still warm from Philippa's back-passage, at
least a foot long, impressively fat in girth and incredibly firm.
His hand trembling, he brought Philippa's log to his face and
inhaled deeply, allowing the taboo fragrance of his daughter's
stinking crap to fill his nostrils.  To his surprise he felt no
disgust, only a sudden and heady rush of euphoria.  Tentatively, he
licked the blunt tip of Philippa's bowel movement, savouring the
bitter flavour, and then thrust the hot log into his mouth, sucking
on it like a cock before he bit off a chuck and began chewing it.
Stephen wanked his fat tool furiously, his mouth full of his
beautiful daughter's stinking arse-fudge, groaning throatily as he
squirted thick gouts of spunk over the two fat logs that remained
in the toilet.
Philippa was pleased that her father, in the madness of his
shitlust, had forgotten to close the bathroom door.  Although
somewhat shocked to see her father sucking on her turd, she was
even more shocked when she saw the size of the prick he was
fisting.  Philippa's father had an enormous dong!  She knew that
Joe were Jonathan big boys, but her Dad had to be even bigger,
perhaps ten inches.  She had to snare him, and her shit would be
the bait.
One morning, when Stephen Patterson emerged from the shower,
Philippa was waiting outside in her bathrobe, wanting to use the
toilet.  Even the thought of Philippa shitting out a monster turd
was enough to make Stephen's prick stiffen.  He lay on his bed and
thought of his daughter.  Several minutes later Philippa came shyly
into his bedroom, her lip trembling, looking as if she was about to
cry.  Instinctively he hugged his daughter and stroked her hair.
"What's the matter, precious?" he asked, kissing her beautiful
face.
"It's a bit embarrassing," she whimpered, "I can't poo."
"Are you constipated, darling?" she asked, stroking her firm young
bottom.
"I think I must be," Philippa replied, noting with pleasure the
visible hardness of her Daddy's prick.  "I can feel that it's a
really big one, but I can't push it out.  Will you help me?"
And so, moments later, Stephen Patterson found himself kneeling
behind his 15 year old daughter in the bathroom.  Philippa removed
her robe, displaying her naked body, before bending over the bath
and spreading her perfect buttocks to display her lewdly puckering
shithole.  Stephen gingerly touched his daughter's wrinkled brown
hole with his fingertips, pressing down on the sweaty ring of
muscle and pinching the prominent rim.  Craning his neck forward,
Stephen inhaled the spicy scent of Philippa's bottom for a moment
before covering her anus with his lips and kissing the mouth of her
bottom passionately, forcing his tongue into her back passage and
savouring the earthy taste of her shit-walls.  When Philippa's
ringpiece was good and wet Stephen pushed a finger gently up
inside, soon adding a second.
"Can you feel it, Daddy?" Philippa asked, breathless in her
excitement.
"Yes darling," Stephen replied, now naked and shamelessly fisting
his massive cock, "and it's a really big one."
"Stretch my bottom as wide as you can, Daddy," she groaned before
adding, "Oh yes!  Just like that Daddy.  It's like being
buttfucked."
"And how would you know about that?" Stephen asked his daughter in
feigned anger, "Have you ever been buttfucked?  Well? Have you?"
"Yes, Daddy," Philippa admitted, her rubbery anal mouth stretched
open by three of her father's fingers.  "Lots of times."
"Who?" her father demanded, now at the peak of arousal after his
daughter's dirty confession, "Which disgusting pervert have you
been letting stick his cock into your pretty little bottom?  Tell
me."
"Jonathan, Daddy," Philippa revealed, "Before he went to university
he buggered me every day.  Well, except when I was saving up my
poo."
"Saving it up?  Whatever do you mean?"
"Well sometimes I don't shit for a few days.  I hold it in my
bottom so that my turds get really big.  Then they really stretch
my hoop when I shit them."
"You perverted little bitch," Stephen exclaimed, part horrified by
his daughter's sluttishness but mainly very turned on.
"I must be.  I just love things in my bottom.  Fingers, toys,
turds, cocks; big ones."
"And is Jonathan's cock a big one, Philippa?"
"Quite big," she replied, "But Joe's is bigger."
"Fuck!  You dirty little nympho!  Are you telling me he's buggered
you as well?"
"Oh yes," Philippa said proudly, "Loads of times.  I've even had
Jonathan and Joe up my bum at the same time."
"Fucking hell!" Stephen could barely believe what he was hearing
and turned on beyond belief by the thought of his sons anally
fucking their younger sister.  "Just up your bum or in your hairy
little fanny as well?"
"Just the bum.  I think I'm addicted to bum-sex.  Most of
Jonathan's friends have bummed me, and some of the boys and
teachers at school too..." Philippa frigged her cunt as she told
her father all the juicy details before adding, "Oh fuck!  Daddy!
I'm about to shit!"
"Let me have it darling, give that big painful log to Daddy,"
Stephen panted as he removed his slippery fingers from Philippa's
shithole and lowering his face between her wide-stretched buttocks.
 As Stephen's face was blasted by a couple of hot farts he thrust
his tongue into his daughter's filthy shit-tunnel, making her come
by fluttering his tongue inside her distended anus.  Almost
immediately he felt his tongue butt against the blunt tip of
Philippa's huge loaf of arse-fudge, pushing him out of her
backside.  Stephen sat back on his heels and watched in a mixture
of awe and lust as the tip of a glistening turd emerged from his
teenage daughter's anus, stretching it impossibly wide.  In no time
at all about eight fat inches of girl-turd were sticking
horizontally from Philippa's pretty butthole.  Stephen cupped the
monster log in his hand, urging Philippa to keep pushing.
"It is a big one?" Philippa asked, between her unladylike grunts.
The question was unnecessary, because the messages coming from the
nerve endings in Philippa's butthole told her that it was enormous.
"Fuck, Darling, it's massive," Stephen panted as he greedily licked
the steaming column of dung that now extended a good foot from
Philippa's bottom, "It's such a big, sexy turd."
Finally, Philippa's arsehole pinched off the end of her shit-log
and Stephen was left cradling its tremendous steaming weight in his
hand, desperately wanting to thrust the fresh, bitter crap into his
mouth, but Philippa had a more pressing need to attend too.
"My bottom feels so empty, Daddy," she whined, "Will you stretch it
again."
"You gorgeous little bitch," her father chuckled, slipping a finger
into her clammy anal passage as he gently laid her turd on the
floor, "You're such a dirty anal slut."
"Bugger me Daddy," Philippa pleaded, "Slam that huge dick into your
daughter's dirty shithole and buttfuck her like she deserves."
Stephen's cock was harder than it had ever been as he pressed his
helmet into the throbbing core of Philippa's arse and pushed,
amazed at the ease with which his shaft was swallowed by his 15
year old daughter's clasping rectum.
"Fucking hell, Philippa," Stephen groaned at he began to sodomise
his daughter, "There's still shit up your bottom.  Daddy can feel
another lovely big log right up your shitter."
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," Philippa gasped, "You're so huge in my
shitter Daddy, you've got such a massive cock.  This is heaven.
Getting my shit packed by my own Dad!  Oh fuck, I'm going to come."
"Yes baby," her father panted into her ear, squeezing her huge
norks with his shitty hands and tugging hard at her nipples,
"Squeeze Daddy's cock like it was a huge, fat turd."
The spasms of Philippa's orgasming rectum sent Stephen over the
edge and soon he was shooting his spunk into her shit.
"Squeeze tight darling, clench your shithole," Stephen told his
daughter as he withdrew his soiled, softening penis from Philippa's
turd tunnel.  He then lay back on the floor and pulled Philippa's
hips so that she was squatting over his face, thick sperm dripping
from her quoit.  Inhaling the rich scent of his daughter's
plundered pooper, Stephen flicked his tongue across her tightly
clenched arsehole and then said, "Okay darling, now give Daddy
everything."
Immediately Philippa relaxed her rectal muscles and forced a hot
gob of shit-flavoured jism into her father's mouth and she saw that
his prick stiffened in response.  Philippa began to masturbate her
father's hardening fuck-rod and felt another turd breach her bottom
hole.  She felt her father tongue tease the rim on her super-
stretched shit-ring and she realised he was licking the emerging
torpedo of shit that she was passing.  Philippa looked between her
legs and saw that her father had bitten of the fat end of her log
and was chewing it eagerly.  Slowly she fed him more of her
stinking butt-bomb and felt Stephen's scalding come spatter on her
tits and face in response.  Bit by bit she fed her father her own
shit, fresh and hot from her sexy bottom, all the time wanking his
huge soiled dick for him.  Finally Philippa sensed that she had
less than six inches of crap left inside her, so she let the whole
log drop into his mouth.  Her choad filled her father's mouth,
touching the back of his throat, and she was rewarded with another
blast of hot, creamy spadge that his throbbing cock spat over her
massive tits.  Like, no doubt many men would be after him, Stephen
was in thrall to Philippa's bottom and her huge, firm turds.
Since that morning father and daughter have fucked daily.  Once a
week, sometimes twice, Philippa satisfies her father's hunger for
her waste by shitting into his mouth, but the rest of the time she
prefers to be dominated by him, being his sexual plaything. It is
the perfect symbiosis: Stephen loves shit, Philippa provides it;
Philippa has an insatiable appetite for being buggered, Stephen
loves to bugger her.  He loves to watch Philippa being buggered by
her brothers and by other men too.  He encourages Philippa to let
the boys at school sodomise her, on condition that she plugs her
anus immediately after and hurries home to feed him every drop of
the virile young jizz that they have shot into her dirtbox, farting
and shitting the slippery semen of up to a dozen rampant youths
into her father's mouth as she tells him all the lewd details of
her most recent buggering.  Tonight he has brought her to the
Stronzo to prepare her for a session the following evening with one
of Stephen's PR clients, Abdullah bin Yasin, a hugely endowed Arab
Prince with a voracious appetite for teenage girls' shit.  He has
joined Stephen and Philippa for the evening, along with his own
teenage daughter, Rania.  Rania's huge coffee coloured breasts are,
if anything, even larger than Philippa's immense knockers, and
Francesca Matassini can tell from the way she is squirming on her
chair that her bottom, like Philippa's, is being stretched with a
butt-plug.  Philippa has already told her new friend about her
recent sixteenth birthday party which was held at the Stronzo, when
all the Matassini brothers buggered her, filling her bowels with
spunk, before Bianca Matassini forced one of her own rock hard
turds into her rectum so that she could feed her father when they
returned home.  As a result the young Arabian girl's knickers are
already sopping wet, her thick black pubes matted with her own
arousal and her shit-ring spasming around the huge silicon plug
that her father inserted this afternoon.
Francesca and Primo Matassini greet their diners and show them to
their tables, people they know intimately.  Selena Byfield arrives
with her teenage son Sebastian and daughter Emily.  Normally her
husband Gerry would be with them, but he's at a conference in
Geneva.  Selena and Emily are consummate shit-sluts, throwing
themselves into filthy sex with an abandon that leaves even
Francesca open-mouthed with wonder.  Tomorrow night Emily will shit
onto her mother's tits and then Sebastian will shit an enormous
hard turd into Selena's hairy wet cunt.  Then, her legs trembling
with lust, Emily will lower her greedy vadge onto the protruding
portion of her brother's log and mother and daughter will fuck
their sopping pussies together on Sebastian's shit dildo, mashing
Emily's softer crap between their tits, while Sebastian uses his
elder sister's turd-chute for his pleasure.
The watchword of the Stronzo is discretion.  All patrons are
carefully screened and issued with membership cards, with personal
recommendation being the only way to get a table at the Stronzo
nowadays.  The more high-profile customers, mostly aristocrats and
celebrities, need to be certain that news of their various shit and
buggery fetishes will not reach the more tawdry national
newspapers, as some of them are very high-profile indeed.  Many
patrons of the Stronzo are Americans who find the European fetish
scene refreshingly more perverted and liberating than that at home.
   The petite pornstar Taylor Rain, for example, is a frequent
visitor, astounding everyone with the sheer size of the huge hard
grogans she manages to force out of her tight brown anus; no doubt
the secret of her rubbery and capacious anus.  Angelina Jolie is
another celebrity whose particular fetishes can only be fully
explored in the incomparable surroundings of the Stronzo.  Suffice
it to say that poor Jennifer didn't have a hope after the night
when Angelina grunted out a huge steaming shit torpedo onto Brad's
chest and demanded a buggering from him.  Closer to home, at least
one Spice Girl is a regular, having been converted to shit sex by
an extremely well-hung and very perverted gigolo she hired in
Morocco.  She is most often to be seen with two big-dicked, Latino
dancers as part of a 'shit sandwich': lying on her back and
frigging her squelching ginger minge as she feeds a fat log of shit
to one of her lovers while the other squats above her face and
pumps a steaming column of stud-shit into her hungry mouth.
Perhaps the most surprising regular, however, is the Queen's
granddaughter, now a famous equestrian.  Her principal obsession is
anal intercourse, a pleasure she discovered in her teens, loving to
ride her horse with a thick butt-plug stretching her bottom,
bouncing on the saddle to give herself the strongest orgasms.  She
noticed that when her plugged rectum was also packed with a hefty
turd, then her climaxes would often be even more intense.  At 15
her desire for a real cock in her behind simply had to be satisfied
and she dropped her jodhs for a young stable lad who happily thrust
his over-size penis into Zara's itchy bottom-hole and up into her
hot, gritty muck.  Soon it became a daily need and she would spend
upwards of an hour bending over a bale of hay being sodomised by a
succession of randy stable hands.  Such strenuous and protracted
anal activity, coupled with her preference for being buggered when
her bowels were full, often meant she felt the irresistible urge to
void her bowels soon afterwards.  She preferred to do this in the
privacy of her own bathroom, finding that the sensation of a large
turd stretching her anus combined with the rich scent of her own
dung would make her nipples harden and her pussy moisten.
Sometimes though, she lost control of her bowels mid-arsefuck and
had to beg her butt-fucker to withdraw so she could let a huge rope
of spermy shit slither from between her shapely buttocks, and she
noticed that the stable hands were always more vigorous in
sodomising her after they had witnessed her shitting herself.  And
on other occasions she wouldn't quite make it to her room and she
would begin to fill her jodhpurs on her way up the stairs.  More
than once a royal protection officer has found himself creaming his
pants as he observes at close quarters Zara's tight jodhpurs
sagging under the weight of a big fat sausage of stinking slut-
shit.  It was from hints such as these, culminating in the occasion
she felt the need to shit herself during a buggery session with one
of her more well-hung protection officers and was shocked and
aroused to feel him clamp his lips over her bulging anus obliging
her to shit directly into his mouth, that she slowly came to
realise the incredible power that her thick, fragrant turds could
wield over men with this rarest of fetishes, and the Stronzo is the
perfect place to indulge this gift freely and discreetly.
Tom and Emma Smith are frequent visitors and have a booking for
this evening's service.  They are here on a sort of blind date.
Not a blind date with each other, but with a woman Tom met through
the internet.  She is married, but otherwise she is a rather rare
woman - one whose sexual tastes are far dirtier and far exceed in
perversity those of her husband's.  She certainly enjoys being
buggered, far more than she enjoys being fucked normally, and she
also has a significant and deepening shit fetish.  The filthy
emails and phone conversations have finally brought them to this
point: the meeting.
When Tom and Emma arrive they enquire from Paola whether their
guest has arrived, she says that she has and is looking very
nervous.
"A novice?" she ventures.  I nod.  "Good luck.  She won't be for
much longer in the hands of perverts like you two.  Francesca's
reserved brown room number two for you.  By the way, whoever she
is, she's got lovely tits, I must say."
They walk over to the table to find Ruth looking extremely nervous
and guilty, having spent the previous hour on the phone, trying to
convince her husband that she is just meeting a couple of
girlfriends, whereas what she is actually doing is meeting a couple
whom she hopes will take her shit-lust to the next, more depraved
level.  By the time she travels home she will have indulged in
sexual perversions that few people could even imagine.
The meeting is like any other in London restaurants every night of
the week: a young married couple meet a friend for supper, hands
are shaken, cheeks kissed and the menu is perused over small talk.
Except there are significant differences, unnoticeable to a casual
observer, or one of the uninitiated.  When Tom kisses Ruth's cheek
he seizes her hand in his and brings it to his face, sniffing her
fingers.  Ruth blushes deeply because she knows the scent of her
cunt will be strong.  She has spent most of the afternoon furiously
masturbating in her hotel room, out of her mind with excitement
that her sexual odyssey is about to come to its fruition.  Normally
she would masturbate by thrusting a large vibrator into her back-
passage and furiously stroking her cunt until the spasms of climax
seize hold of her body, making her moan and pant in ecstasy.  But
today fucking her own arse was out of the question: at Tom's
insistence she had refrained from voiding her bowels for four days
and the pressure in her guts was becoming at once almost unbearable
and also extremely arousing.  Having a huge turd parked up her
bottom was a constant reminder of her own addiction to anal
stimulation and it made her constantly horny.  It was Emma who had
advised her on how to prepare herself for her initiation  when they
had spoken on the telephone a couple of weeks ago.  Since then she
had studiously avoided alcoholic excess, spicy and oily food,
anything with oil in it and various other nasties and consumed
instead pro-biotic yoghurt and large quantities of pasta, cheese
and other turd-bulking food items.  The conversation had been
strange: talking to a woman who explained to her how to achieve the
perfect consistency and taste for a really satisfying session of
shit-sex as if she were doing nothing more innocuous than swapping
recipes, which, in a sense, she was.
She was so concerned to get her shit just right that she allowed
herself a test run.  On the third day of her test run, the weight
of shit in her bowels became noticeable, and the urge to void
herself would come over her powerfully at inopportune moments, not
only when on the toilet.  At the supermarket she had a very near
miss.  Whether it was the visual stimulus of the hefty salamis she
was gazing at on the butchers counter, or something else, but
there, in the middle of a supermarket aisle she suddenly had an
overwhelming urge to defecate.  She imagined pulling down her jeans
and panties there and then before squatting on the tiled floor and
forcing a clutch of wrist-thick slippery turds from her
overburdened bottom to the disgusted stares of the women and the
lustful gaze of the men around her.  The thought amused her, but it
also aroused her.  So much so that after she had paid for the
shopping she decided to slip back into the supermarket loos for a
spot of self-pleasure before her drive home.
There were two cubicles; one out of order, and one vacant.  She
began to walk to the vacant cubicle when a teenage girl in school
uniform ran past her shouting something like "Sorry, emergency" and
dived into the cubicle before her.  Somewhat taken aback, Ruth
stood close to the cubicle door and listened.  What she heard first
surprised her.  Women are usually very demure when using the
toilet, desperately trying to avoid making any recognisable sound
which might be overheard by other women and certainly not farting.
But, clear as day, Ruth heard a loud barrage of damp-sounding farts
coming from inside the cubicle, as if the girl simply did not care
who overheard her most intimate toilet moments.  Then after a
moment's silence came the unmistakable crackling sound of a firm
log exiting an anus accompanied by the girl's muted grunting and
expressions of disgust.  Without thinking Ruth's fingers slipped
inside her jeans and she began to play with her now very juicy
cunt.  There followed an extremely long wiping session during which
the girl must have used several yards of paper.  Then the flush.
Another flush.  Perhaps the turd was large and was refusing to
disappear and for a split second Ruth felt excited at the prospect
of actually getting to see the girl's bowel movement.  Suddenly the
door open and the girl looked directly at her, blushing crimson and
muttering "Sorry.  I know it's disgusting, but I couldn't help it,"
and promptly ran for the exit.  The girl hadn't even noticed that
Ruth was masturbating inside her jeans.
The toilet pan itself was as clean as a whistle, in fact the whole
cubicle was clearly very well and regularly cleaned.  The smell of
shit, though, was strong and Ruth was immediately aroused to be
privy to the rich scent of the teenager's dung and she wondered
whether the girl loved the smell of her own turds and much as she
did hers.  As Ruth settled her bare bottom on the seat and began to
stroke her dripping fanny lips she saw something that made her gasp
audibly.  There on the floor lay the girl's discarded knickers, a
pair of sensible white cotton ones, and lying obscenely in the
gusset was a gigantic, glistening turd.  Immediately she understood
the girl's embarrassment - she had shat herself.  Driven by some
unknown compulsion, Ruth bent down and picked up the shit-filled
panties, bringing the girl's dung close to her face and inhaling
the scent of another female's most intimate gift.  The turd was
very firm and heavy, still warm, hot even, from the girls bowels,
and it was easily nine or ten inches in length.  She noticed, too,
that it was liberally coated with pearlescent semen!  Everything
made sense.  As a devotee of buggery, Ruth knew how a plentiful
ejaculation of jism in her own rectum, coupled with the stretching
of the sphincter necessary for anal sex, would often act like an
enema, loosening a hitherto recalcitrant turd and making the desire
to defecate sudden and irresistible. She imagined the girl being
buggered, still in her school uniform, as her well hung boyfriend
thrust his fuck-rod into her already full bowels, his cock sinking
into the firm tip of her stool before he pumped her shit-tube full
of so much thick creamy sperm that she became desperate to shit
herself.  Or perhaps one of her teachers, driven to distraction by
the curves of her schoolgirl backside had taken her over his desk,
driving his fat cock into her shit-filled bowels as he mauled her
teenage jugs.
It had happened to her many times, most recently just the week
before when she had been buggered by a man she met at a party.  He
had pumped so much come into her guts that even before she got home
she was desperate for the toilet.  She knew she would not make it
upstairs and so she had had to void herself on the kitchen floor,
grunting like a sow as thick gobs of shitty sperm belched from her
well-fucked shithole onto the floor that she had so carefully
cleaned that morning.  As she strained to fart out the last
dribbles of his jism she felt a turd breach her ring and, helpless
to stop herself, she shat a thick, coiling rope of crap onto the
floor, hoping against hope that her husband would not choose this
moment to come downstairs.
Now, sitting in the toilet cubicle, empathising with the schoolgirl
shitter's predicament, she masturbated noisily as she cupped the
weight of the huge brown turd, cradled in the soiled panties, in
her hand.  With trembling hands and a mixture of disgust and
exhilaration, she began to lick the turd, scooping up the abundant
jism that clung to the log and pooled in the gusset of the knickers
with her tongue.  It was the first time she had ever tasted someone
else's shit and despite the expected bitterness, it was slightly
sweeter than she expected.  But she wasn't doing this for the
flavour.   It was simply for the incredible high that shit-worship
induces in coprophiles.  Tom had explained it as a kind of
addiction, beginning with the simple pleasure of taking a dump,
enjoying the scent of a freshly laid log and perhaps a slightly
dirty session of sodomy but then progressing to an increasing need
to enjoy shit in more extreme ways.  She closed her eyes, the
bitter tang and rude whiff of the girl's shit filling her senses,
and she came, hard.
As she walked into the car park she caught sight of the girl again
and she felt herself blushing.  She was young, perhaps 14 or 15 and
still in the uniform of a local school.  She was slim but big
breasted and as Ruth studied her proud, pert bottom, she imagined
her shitting again - a fat, steaming column of dung stretching her
recently buggered orifice and urgently filling her panties.  The
girl was smooching with a tall black boy who squeezed her bottom as
they kissed.  Ruth pictured the two of them in an act of sodomy -
the girl on all fours and grunting as the well-hung youth thrust
his huge black penis into her forbidden toilet hole until he
climaxed and inundated her turd-packed bowels with his creamy jism:
jism that Ruth could still taste in her mouth.  She watched them
just long enough to see the boy lift the girl's skirt to expose a
knickerless arse and then slip a long black finger into the
teenager's shithole, lewdly and rather publicly fingering her
crapper as they kissed.
As Ruth drove out of the car park and drew close to the youth, she
noticed the girl walking away, waving.  As she disappeared around
the corner, the black boy brought his fingers to his mouth and
sucked them.  Dirty boy, thought Ruth.  Suddenly, the urge to shit
swept over her again and in a moment of madness she wound down the
window of the passenger seat.
"Can I give you a lift?" she asked, trying to make her trembling
voice sound casual.
"Yeh, thanks," the boy said, smiling in a lewd grin.  He knew what
she was after.  And so did she.
The conversation in the car during the 15 minute journey to Ruth's
home was sexually charged and the boy shocked and aroused her in
equal measure with his direct references to sex.  His name was
Darren and he was 24, and the girl's name was Casey.  Ruth asked
him if she was his girlfriend.  He chuckled.
"Not at all.  My girl is a sister - big black tits and ass.
Casey's just a slut who loves getting butt-fucked by big black
dicks."
"Goodness," Ruth stammered, uncertain of how to reply to such a
frank piece of information.
"A lot of women do you know," Darren said teasingly, "I bet you get
the itch for some cock-up-the-arse action now and again."
Ruth felt herself blush but even so found herself saying, "I love
it up the shitter," which only made her blush more.
"Better go via yours then," Darren said, winking at her.  Ruth
looked down at Darren's crotch and saw that he had pulled out his
penis.  He was hard and masturbating.  His prick was large, maybe
eight inches, deliciously curved with a huge brown helmet.  It felt
good in her hand, too, as she reached over to stroke him as she
drove, her wedding ring glinting in the sunlight was she worked her
hand up and down his sleek, black shaft.
Inside the bedroom Ruth and Darren tore at one another's clothes
and were naked in seconds.  Normally Ruth was shy about being naked
in front of anyone except her husband, but it had been almost a
month since he had buggered her and such was her level of arousal
that she gave her nakedness no thought.  Out of his clothes,
Darren's body was beautiful.  He clearly worked out and all over
his body muscles rippled; but the real masterpiece was his cock: a
huge hard bar of black flesh which pulsed with lust as he ogled
Ruth's naked body and pawed at her huge tits.  It amused her the
way he went for her boobs before anything else, but then men always
did.  Having a pair of F-cup gazongas meant that few men ever
talked to her face but rather drooled over her lush, fuckable
titties.  Much as she enjoyed the sensation of Darren's hands
kneading her tit-meat, Ruth had a more burning need and so dropped
to her knees before him.  It was the first black cock she had seen
outside porno and it was magnificent.  Even before she took it into
her mouth she could smell the rich fragrance of Casey's plundered
bowels clinging to the shaft.  The thought made her swoon.  This
huge black cudgel had been up Casey's bottom!  The circumcised bell-
end around which her tongue was now swirling had, in all
likelihood, been rammed into the end of Casey's dirty shit-log.
She sucked Darren's prick more greedily and wantonly than she had
ever pleasured any man before, and Darren was clearly used to
having his cock worshiped.
"You married white bitches are all the fucking same," he said,
between his grunts of satisfaction, "Innocent and demure when you
drop the kids at school or when you're at a nice dinner party.  But
show you a nigger prick and you all turn into whores." He started
to fuck her mouth more forcefully now.  "Can you taste Casey's shit
on my cock?"
Ruth could only express herself in a muffled moan and a slight nod
of the head.
"Fuck me, you are one perverted slut.  Casey is always a messy
buttfuck.  Does her filth taste good?"
Again, just a moan and slight nod.
"I bet it does," Darren chuckled, "I always have surreptitious
taste when I finger her dumper, and it always tastes fucking lush."
 Once again Ruth felt woozy at the thought that this gorgeous,
arrogant black man shared another of her fetishes.
Pulling his now very wet erection from Ruth's mouth, Darren turned
around and, bending over slightly, spread his sculpted obsidian
buttocks with his hands and farted, loudly.  Ruth was masturbating
now and she felt her cunt muscles spasm around her fingers.
Darren's fart smelt hot, spicy and shitty all at once and Ruth felt
fanny-batter stream over her fingers as she covered Darren's
shithole with her mouth and began to rim him.  She had never rimmed
a man before, her husband being quite uptight about his own
arsehole, but it was everything she had fantasised about, and more.
 Darren's wrinkled black pucker was earthy and musky, the very
essence of masculinity.
"You filthy whore," Darren moaned, "I should shit into your mouth.
I bet you'd love that wouldn't you?"
Ruth imagined Darren grunting out a hot column of firm man-shit
into her mouth and she came violently around her fingers.  For one
glorious moment she even thought he might be about to relieve
himself into her mouth, but then he asked where she kept the lube
and his anus was removed from her lustful ministrations.
Ruth pointed to a bedside drawer and Darren opened it and retrieved
the lube.  The drawer was where she kept her butt-toys and these
did not escape Darren's attentions.  He held up a series buttplugs
and dildoes making lewd comments, finishing with a huge life-like
rubber dong almost a foot in length and the width of his wrist.
"Don't tell me you push this up your arse?" he said incredulously.
Ruth laughed and said no, that one was for her cunt.  But she
suspected Darren already knew the truth: that she did push it up
her arse.  Often.
Ruth got onto all fours obediently, both worried and turned on
about quite how messy this session of buggery was going to be,
while Darren knelt behind her and licked her shithole for a while
before massaging the rim of her opening with lubed fingers.
"You've got a gorgeous arse," Darren said softly, fingering Ruth's
muscular ring and slapping her right bumcheek hard.  "Doesn't your
husband bugger you?"
"He does," Ruth panted, "But not enough."
"Then he's mad," Darren said breathily, groping her big sexy
bottom, "Anyway how much is 'enough'?"
"At least once a day," Ruth moaned, thinking how perfect would be
if her perfect greedy arse could get a workout on a daily basis.
But just then she was seized by an overwhelming and pressing
(literally) need to defecate.  "I have to go to the toilet," she
stammered as she ran along the landing hoping that her anus, so
recently stretched and lubricated by Darren's fingers, would manage
to hold the enormous quantity of shit inside her bowels until she
reached the toilet.  Once inside the toilet, Ruth realised that
Darren was there to watch and the thought of voiding herself in
front of him made her anus throb.  She positioned herself on the
toilet seat, facing the cistern, her buttocks thrust out, and she
sighed as a heavy stream of hot piss squirted from between her cunt-
flaps into the water below.  With a rippling fart and an unladylike
grunt, Ruth felt the tip of an extremely large and firm turd breach
her shithole.  She held her breath and let her shit-ring adjust to
its massive girth.
Behind her, Darren settled on his haunches fisting his enormous
black prick, his huge bollocks flopping beneath. To Ruth's shock
and delight, Darren leaned forward and began to lick the tip of her
partly shat log, swirling his tongue around the blunt end as if it
were an ice cream.  She couldn't hold back any longer and she
masturbated furiously as she let go of the enormous turd filling
her bowels.  Darren caught it in his hands but remained greedily
sucking the end.  Taking it from his mouth, he held it in front of
Ruth's face, for her to sniff and admire.  It was certainly worthy
of admiration: about 9 inches long, as thick as her wrist, and at
once end she could clearly see teeth marks where Darren had bitten
off a chunk to savour.  She realised she still had yet more
stinking fudge inside her guts and she began to shit that out too,
but never got the chance.  Darren thrust his huge cock into her
beshitted anus, plunging his meat into her filth.  It felt
wonderful.
"Fuck yes, fuck my dirty shit," Ruth moaned between grunts as she
struggled to accommodate Darren's fat prick in a shit-pipe already
full of her own dung.
"Oh man," Darren groaned, stunned by the depravity of this big-
titted housewife, "Such a hot, dirty, shitter."
"Fuck, fuck," Ruth moaned incoherently, "I really need to shit
again."
Darren pulled out his filthy prick and held out his hands as Ruth
proceeded to dump another equally large but slightly softer log.
Once again, he thrust his bloated fuckrod into Ruth's filthy
butthole and buggered her hard as he mashed her shit into her
large, wobbling teats.  The sensation of her own hot poo coating
her bosoms and a big hard cock up her bottom was all that it took
to send Ruth careering into one of the most intense orgasms of her
life.  In turn, the spasms of her shitpipe caused Darren to
ejaculate forcefully into her guts.  To her surprise, Darren did
not withdraw from her back-passage but softened inside her.  Slowly
she became aware of heat in her bowels and she realised the depths
of Darren's depravity.  He was pissing in her bottom!  The
sensation made her come again, kneading her own shit covered
breasts as she came.
Finally, Ruth worked her shitting muscles and expelled his cock
from her rectum, the hot piss enema squirting over his hardening
cock and balls, followed by yet another wet, spermy turd which
dropped with a loud plop into the shit-filled toilet.
"Fuck me, you can really shit," Darren said admiringly, kissing her
mouth and letting her taste her own bitter shit, "I've never seen
anything so horny."
"I hadn't shat for four days, I was so desperate," admitted Ruth,
blushing.
"Get in the bath," Darren instructed her.  "I've got more piss for
you."
Meekly Ruth flushed her turds down the toilet and then knelt in the
bath, cupping her shitty tits, as Darren stood in front of her and
began to piss on her jugs, washing off her soft, gritty shit.  As
his piss turned from a gush to a dribble, Ruth noticed that Darren
was getting hard once again.  She leaned forward and took his black
rod into her mouth, greedily savouring the earthy coating of shit,
piss and jism that was slathered over it.  After they soaped one
another's bodies, Darren buggered Ruth again before he left,
sensing accurately what most turned her on: slapping her buttocks
and calling her a perverted shit-whore before tipping her over the
edge by telling her that he wanted to shit a big, hard man-turd
into her hairy married cunt.  After he came in her shit-chute he
greedily sucked his own jism from her gaping shithole, his tongue
inside her butt driving her to a final, exhausted orgasm.  Ruth
pocketed his mobile number and had little doubt that she would be
seeing him again.  Even before Darren was out of her front gate,
Ruth was fucking her own bottom with her favourite vibrator,
fantasising about shitting a huge load of Darren's virile jism into
her cuckolded husband's mouth, out of her mind with filthy lust.
Now, sitting in the restaurant with Tom and Emma, her bowels are
once again chock-full of her waste and the urge to shit is
enormous.  More than once in the taxi she felt she might lose her
fight with her anal sphincter and end up soiling herself, but she
managed to hold firm and hopes the games will begin soon.
They study their menus and Ruth wonders if she will have to squirm
her way through a three course meal before the fun begins.
"I think we'll just have drinks and a starter, if that's alright
with you," Tom says, sensing her concern, "I have a different main
course in mind, after all.  So just something to ward of hunger,
and a drink to loosen inhibitions."
"Thank God," Ruth agrees, "I don't think I could manage to get much
down."
"Pretty backed up then?" asks Emma, smiling, "How long has it
been?"
"Just under five days," Ruth answers, blushing furiously and once
again feeling her huge mass of poop in her passage pressing
insistently against her inner sphincter.
"Mmm, lovely," Emma say, stroking Ruth's bare thigh, "Then there
will be lots to play with then.  I'm usually an every other day
shitter so mine tend to pretty large normally."
Ruth looks at Emma as she says this.  She is certainly beautiful: a
tall brunette, her hair tied up; busty too, with her nipples
visibly erect against the fabric of her white blouse almost, but
not quite, hidden by the jacket of her grey suit.  She looks like a
barrister or businesswoman and it is both surreal arousing to hear
her talk frankly about her shitting huge turds from her backside.
At that moment Ruth feels Emma reach between her legs and slip her
fingers into her already damp panties.  That does it.  She drops a
gusher into her knickers.  Emma smiles, pulls her fingers from
Ruth's knickers and offers them to Tom, who licks them
lasciviously.  Emma returns her fingers to Ruth's panties and Ruth
wonders if she should return the favour.  She lets her hand travel
up Emma's smooth thigh, but finds her advance rebuffed, just as it
is when she tries to grope for Tom's crotch.
"Don't be offended," Emma says kindly, sensing her confusion, "It's
part of the game, you see.  Trust us."
Tom orders.  Bijou portions of risotto ai funghi for them all and a
bottle of Poggio Antico.  Just after Paola takes their order there
is a hushed sense of excitement which fills the restaurant.  The
front door opens and a curvaceous redhead walks in, attended by two
young, muscular men.  She takes her seat in a secluded corner, with
her male guests either side.  Ruth is flabbergasted.
"Isn't that..." she whispers urgently to Tom.
"Yes it is," he replies coolly, "We call her "Dirty Spice"
nowadays.  As I told you, you'd be surprised who is into it.
Though of course, simply by her being here you can't know for
certain whether it's just anal she's into, or brown as well."
Just then a bell rings and Primo makes an announcement, "Ladies and
Gentlemen, the guest list for this evening is now complete and the
doors are closed to outsiders.  Please feel at home.  You know the
rules of the house - if you are in doubt please ask and any of my
family will be happy to help you."  She looks across at the woman
and sees that her breasts are exposed.  Every so often one of her
companions strokes them, pinching her swollen nipples.  It makes
Ruth's head spin.  She even owns some of the woman's records.  Then
she remembers that she also has a 'Detox Diet' book and a Yoga DVD
by her and it makes her want to laugh.
"Hence the frisking and the form?" she asks.  When she arrived,
Ruth was surprised at the almost airport-like security.  Her mobile
phone was seized and she was made to sign a confidentiality
contract.
"Exactly," Tom concurred.  "What happens here has to be very
secret.  Sometimes it borders on illegality, and all of it could be
at the very least highly embarrassing for the people concerned.
Over there, for example, is a senior MP with a woman who, while the
wife of an MP is not the wife of that MP.  And just to your
left..."
Ruth flashes a glance, as discreetly as she can, to her left, and
her chin almost hits the floor.  Sitting on the next table but one
is a minor royal, dining with her equally famous boyfriend.  She is
wearing a tight bodice that doesn't quite cover her large boobs but
instead forms a shelf for them to rest upon meaning that her large
rosy nipples are fully exposed.
"I always reckoned she might be dirty," Ruth chuckles, "It must be
the tongue stud."
"She is.  Very dirty," says Emma, "His kink is eating her shit; for
her it's more about the buggery, mixed with a bit of exhibitionism.
 I'm surprised she's still able to ride a horse the amount of cock
she takes up her shitter."
"Fuck me," Ruth exclaims, feeling stunned, "Just what sort of
restaurant is this?"
"Well, it's more a club than a restaurant," Tom explains, "You
might be able to eat and drink here, but the restaurant is just a
front.  It's not listed in Hardens, put it that way.  It's
basically a sex club: anal sex, shit sex and to a certain extent
incestuous sex; dirty anal being the universally shared kink.  It's
open three nights a week, Thursday to Saturday, and the main event
is in the back rooms.  Thursday nights are the most vanilla - no
nudity in the restaurant and some non-shit-based anal action in the
back, mostly in private rooms.  Friday night, tonight, is a bit
raunchier - nudity, though no sex, is allowed in the dining room,
in the private rooms there'll be a lot of shit-fun going and later
on, a lot of rampant buggery, a sort of a mini orgy.  Saturday
night is the hardest core.  Most of the action is after hours and
by invitation only because the Matassinis usually get involved too.
 They sometimes open on Sundays too, but only for private hire and
a hefty fee."
At that moment, Francesca Matassini approaches their table with
their starters and greets Ruth.  "I hope you'll enjoy yourself
here.  Tom and Emma always bring very exciting people with them.
Now, do you have the certificates?"
Ruth rifles in her bag to retrieve the paperwork proving that she
is free from HIV, STDs and has 'good' colonic flora.  Francesca
takes them from her, takes a photocopy for her records and returns
them, saying that it is important to be responsible.
The food is good, the wine better and everything about Stronzo
makes Ruth feel horny.  At a neighbouring table, a young black
couple are dining entirely in the nude.  The girl's tits are huge,
capped with enormous black nipples, glistening with sweat and
swollen with arousal.   Her partner is erect and his prick is so
large that the glans rises above the table top.  He reminds Ruth of
Darren and she feels a gush of wetness in her now sodden knickers.
The famous singer is also topless, her male companions greedily
sucking her nipples and licking the flesh of her knockers as she
eats her antipasto.  All around her people seem to be on the verge
of wild and dirty sex, and Ruth can only imagine just how wild and
dirty that sex might be.
When he clears the plates, Tito Matassini informs Tom that their
private room is ready.  Emma is business-like, showing her into a
small changing room and telling her to strip and change into the
outfit she will find laid out for her.  The new outfit is a school
uniform.  Not any old school uniform, but the uniform of her own
old school, a fact that both unsettles and arouses her.  First on
are a pair of black stockings, hold ups - not something that would
have been allowed in her real schooldays.  Next a simple pair of
cotton panties, rather too small to contain her generously
proportioned bottom.  She is appalled to see her abundant pubic
hair escapes the gusset on all sides but then remembers that Tom
has a fetish for big hairy muffs and smirks at his perversity in
choosing this garment for her.  Her cunt is so wet that she can
already see a damp patch forming on the hitherto pristine gusset.
Next is a lacy bra, a couple of inches and at least one cup-size
too small to properly accommodate her F-cup jugs.  She breathes in
and fastens it, amazed at quite how huge and pert it makes her tits
look and how her nipples poke out over the lace of the cups.  She
hopes the strap will be able to hold her heavy bosoms without
snapping.  Next is a grey skirt, far too short, and a white blouse
(again too small) and school tie.  Trembling, she knocks on the
door to the room.
"Come in," Emma says sternly, and Ruth walks into the room to find
Tom and Emma standing near a table made to look like a desk.
Suddenly everything is clear.  They are about to act out one of her
most potent fantasies and once more, her cunt gushes syrupy spume
into her knickers.  It also explains why Emma is wearing a sensible
charcoal suit and Tom a three-piece suit and tie.  When they
entered the restaurant Ruth had been disappointed at their lack of
sexy attire.  In the context of a fantasy headteacher's office, it
is as sexy as it comes.
"Ruth," Emma says coolly, "I'm sorry to have to tell you that I
have received complaints from a number of your male teachers about
the unsuitability of your dress, so I have asked Mr Smith here to
come along to witness this interview."
"But..." Ruth begins to speak.
"Shut up!"  Emma actually makes Ruth jump and she feels her shit-
ring spasm reminding her of her dire need to evacuate her bowels.
"I haven't ask you anything yet.  You are here to answer MY
questions, is that understood?"  Ruth nods.  Emma is nothing is not
convincing.  She removes her jacket and her large nipples are
visibly erect beneath her blouse.  The effect is incredible sexy,
just as when Tom removes his jacket and waistcoat and rolls up the
sleeves of his shirt.  Strong, muscular arms, ready for business...
"Now Ruth," Emma begins, Tom ogling her with undisguised lust, "You
are almost 16 now, so I can understand why you wish to flaunt your
frankly overdeveloped body...  But you really must bear in mind the
effect you have on male members of staff.  Do you understand what I
am saying?"
"Yes, Miss Boswell" Ruth nods, feeling very self-conscious
"Good, that's a start at least," Miss Boswell continues, her tone
softening.  "Now, most obvious are your breasts.  You must be aware
the effect that such enormous breasts, especially on a teenager,
have on boys and men?"
"I suppose so..." Ruth stammers, actually starting to believe that
she is in her teens again.
"You suppose so?" Miss Boswell thunders, no longer gentle in her
tone, "And what effect might that be?"
"In biology Miss Johnson told us that in the evolutionary process
men chose mates with large breasts because they would be best able
to breastfeed children and store nourishment during times of need."
"Oh really?  Well that sounds all very clever, but I hardly think
most teenage boys, or for that matter many fully grown men, really
look at your breasts with a view to your breastfeeding their
children."
"I guess not."
"I think you may be right.  So, Ruth, what do you think men
actually think about when they look at your enormous teenage
melons?  Should I tell you?  After all, you perhaps don't know what
filthy creatures most men are, though I doubt that."
"I think you'd better tell me, Miss," Ruth answered demurely, her
knickers almost dripping with excitement.
"Well, my dear sweet innocent child, they think about unnatural
things.  And when men think about unnatural things their
penises..."
"Penises?" Ruth was now enjoying this game.
"There COCKS Ruth, their big rude PRICKS.  Their cocks become stiff
and enormous and then they can't think about anything except sexual
perversion.  So they think about seizing your breasts from the
needy mouth of a baby and sucking on them themselves, sucking and
biting your hot teenage nipples and trying to make you climax.
Then if that isn't enough many of them want to put their cocks in
your cleavage and copulate with your breasts until they ejaculate."
Emma eyes Ruth wickedly, "Oh dear, you do seem to have a very
limited vocabulary.  I mean that they want to FUCK your big young
JUGS until they COME - shooting their nasty hot cream all over your
face.  What do you think of that?"
The look in Ruth's eyes says it all.
"Oh dear, Mr Smith, I can see that the girl's a slut.  She will
have to spanked in due course.  Now, what size are your breasts,
Ruth?  Do you know?"
"Um," Ruth struggles for the 'right' answer, having only just had
her breasts re-measured for real.  "36 um, maybe C, or perhaps D?"
"I very much doubt that darling," Emma says dismissively, openly
groping Ruth's burgeoning chest, "Better get this shirt off so we
can see."  Ruth goes to unbutton her shirt, but Emma rips it from
her, sending buttons flying.  "Oh dear me, this bra is much too
small for these big tits, get it off as well."
Ruth unclips her bra and shakes her tits free, grateful to have her
jugs wobbling free once more.  She stifles a moan as Tom and Emma
begin mauling her breasts and pinching her nipples.
"More like F-cups I'd say," Emma ventures, squeezing and kneading
Ruth's norks.  Tom comes behind her and cups her heaving bosoms in
his hands, agreeing.  Emma continues, unbuttoning her blouse, "Just
so there is no confusion, these," she says, unclipping her bra and
baring her breasts, "are D-cups."
Ruth reaches out to cup Emma's large, pert titties in her hands,
desperately wanting to suck on the nut brown nipples.
"Right," Emma continues, "Now for the contents of your knickers."
"That's private!" Ruth spits.
"We'll see about that, but not according to your teachers.  Get
your skirt off and let's have a look, madam.  Okay, good.  Well,
the first thing, young lady, is that your pubic hair, your abundant
MUFF is spilling out of your knickers all over the place.  No
wonder Mr Smith can hardly control himself sometimes, not to
mention the boys in your class.  There is nothing wrong in
principle with a womanly rug of thick cunt-curls, and you are
obviously are proud of yours, but a lot of boys don't like them
though, do they?"
"I suppose not."
"No, they don't.  They prefer a bald vulva that reminds them of
their 12 year old sister, the perverts.  But real men like a big
bushy muff, perhaps that's why you don't shave?  Am I right?"
"Um, I'd never thought about it."
"Tsk.  Never thought about it!  I very much doubt that.  I suggest
that the precisely the reason you wear such tight knickers that
show off your big bulging CUNT-FLAPS and grown-up PUBIC FLEECE is
because what you really want is a real man, not some gangly teenage
boy who can only manage a couple of minutes before he sprays your
sluttily proffered titties with his naughty spunk?"
"No, that's not..."
"Oh I think it is young lady.  I've had reports from most of your
teachers that after the lunch break there is always a strong smell
of sperm wafting off your tits, and before you try to, there's not
point denying it.  I've made enquiries among the sixth-form boys,
and after a little persuasion they were only to happy to inform me
of how you are available, topless, in the boys' toilets every
lunchtime, taking all manner of teenage penises between your
overdeveloped breasts."
Ruth begins to protest, but noticing that Miss Boswell is about to
continue, realises it is fruitless.
"Of course I understand perfectly, Ruth," she says, a wicked glint
in her eye, "I mean, it feels good, doesn't it?  Feeling those big
hard rods of gristle thrusting between your sweaty jugs, seeing
those fat juicy helmets ready to squirt... big heavy bollocks
slapping against your tummy, full to bursting with slippery spunk
destined to glaze your bosoms like their were big, fat, iced
doughnuts?"
"Yes, it does," Ruth say softly, longing to plunge her hand into
her knickers and bring herself off, thinking of all the virile
cocks that had erupted between her big norks over the years.
"It certainly does," Emma concurs, shamelessly frigging her own
meaty twat beneath her grey skirt, "But it's not really what you
crave, is it Ruth.  I know you want something more, and that's what
we really have to address this afternoon."
"I don't know what you mean," Ruth lies.
"Oh I think you do," Emma says with a wink, "And I think you and I
have a lot in common.  Right then, let's get these knickers off.
Come on!  It's not as if they really leave much to the imagination
anyway...  Slip them off and sit on the desk, legs apart.  Good
girl."
Ruth slips off her panties and stands nude before her 'teachers',
then lifts her bottom onto the desk and spreads her legs, splaying
her aroused cunt-flesh.
"My, my, she is a bushy young lady, isn't she Mr Smith?" Emma
smiles, drawing two fingers up the crease of Ruth's quim and then
licking them clean as Tom uses all his willpower to prevent him
diving between Ruth's legs to tongue her slippery minge, "And quite
a well-developed meaty cunt, too.  I know a lot of men who would
love to kneel down and worship a big bushy vadge like yours, but I
know you really want something a bit more depraved than that...
Now, I'd like you to kneel on the desk, please, with your back to
us.  That's right, now push your bottom out a bit.  Lovely.  You've
quite a big bottom, haven't you Ruth?"
"I suppose I have, yes."
"Well, you suppose right.  It's bigger than mine and I have quite a
peachy behind.  Your bottom is the sort of bottom that turns heads,
and I suspect you prefer men to ogle your bottom than your breasts,
am I right?"
"Yes," Ruth blushes again.
"And why is that,do you think?"
"Don't know..."
"Oh you do.  Mr Smith has told me how you never miss an opportunity
to brush your pillowy buttocks against him in class.  Let's see if
I can help you understand why," Emma says, stroking the curved
cheeks of Ruth's large bottom.  "Are you an anal virgin?"
"I beg your pardon?" Ruth feigns shock.
"Oh dear," Emma sighs, "Has a man ever thrust his bloated penis
into your back-passage and buggered you until he ejaculates into
your muck?"


"No," Ruth says, biting her lip, "That's dirty."
"It's VERY dirty," Emma says throatily as she gently strokes the
sweaty pucker of Ruth's rudely bared anus, "But this is a dirty
hole.  It's not your proper sex-hole, not your pussy where your
husband will make love to you and where you will give birth to your
children.  It's your shitting-hole.  It's for nothing more than
pushing big smelly turds out of once a day, is it?"
"No."
"So only a depraved slut would even think of letting a man push his
big erection up her bottom for pleasure wouldn't she?"
"Yes."
"And you think about taking huge hard dongs in your bottom all the
time, don't you Ruth?"
"Yes."
"So that means what, exactly?"
"I'm a slut..."
"I'm afraid it does," Emma says, a cruel edge to her voice now, "Mr
Smith, punish her please."
Ruth cringes as she hears the vicious crack of Tom's open palm on
her right buttock, the sting following a second later.
"So I ask you again, and you'd better tell the truth this time,"
Emma continues, "Have you ever been sodomised?"
"Yes," Ruth pants, waiting for the next slap from Mr Smith, "Lots
of times, mostly boys in the lunch-hour."  Once again Ruth inhales
sharply as Tom administers a hefty slap on her left flank.
"Mostly?" Emma says, still stroking Ruth's bulging and spasming
shit-ring.
"Some teachers as well..."  Once again, Ruth's buttocks wobble as
she is spanked twice in quick succession.
"So in Mr Smith's afternoon class, you probably sit there with a
bottom-full of sperm?"
"Yes," Ruth replies, mad with lust, "Sometimes 4 or 5 boys take me
one after the other."  Another spank to the arse.
"All in your rectum?"
"Yes," Ruth answers, really enjoying the game now, "I only like it
up the shitter."
"Oh you dirty little slut," Tom exclaims as he thwacks her bare
buttocks again.
"Has Mr Smith ever pushed his cock into your sluttish bowels,
Ruth?"
"No, never," Ruth says truthfully, "But I really want him too."
Once again her buttocks ripple under the shock of a harsh slap.
"Why's that?  It sounds like your dirty little bottomhole sees
quite enough action already."
"I've heard his cock is really massive, and that..." Ruth
hesitates, "And that he's quite dirty..."  Another slap stings
across Ruth's arsecheeks.
"Dirty?" Emma feigns confusion, "Mr Smith always seems very clean
and smart to me...  Or do you mean sexually dirty?  Ah, this is
making more sense.  But I think it's probably more due to the fact
that he is surrounded by all these dirty girls.  He can hardly be
blamed when confronted by big-breasted, pert-bottomed young
teenagers sitting in his class with spunk dripping from their anal
fuckholes, can he?  Goodness, I've been into Mr Smith's classroom
on a Friday afternoon and you can hardly breathe for the fumes of
aroused cunt and plundered shitter.  But it seems to be you, Ruth,
who tease him more than the other girls..."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean your regular Friday afternoon rigmarole of asking to go to
the toilet five minutes before the end of the lesson.  I mean your
ploy of telling Mr Smith how desperate you are and how you can't
wait because it's a really urgent Number Two..."
"But it is urgent," Ruth protests, "When I've been buggered at
lunchtime I can only hold it in for so long..."
"But then you hardly rush to the toilets after the bell goes, do
you Ruth?  You want to make sure he's following you, so you can
lure him into the toilets after you, don't you."  Ruth nods her
head, bracing herself to be spanked again.
"You teasing, big-titted bitch!" My Smith erupts, administering his
hardest smack yet.
"Teasing is the right word, Mr Smith," Emma continues, brazenly
stroking Ruth's dripping quim, "And very, very dirty.  You see,
Ruth, when men see your big sexy bottom many of them will start
having very dirty thoughts, and there is no way to control them.
They can't help it.  All they think about is forcing their huge
dirty cocks right up your anal passage and giving you a good, hard
buggering.  And once they start thinking about having unnatural
sodomistic intercourse with you there's no stopping them.  The next
thing they're thinking about you sitting down..."
"Sitting down?"
"On the toilet," Emma says wickedly, her fingers dripping with
Ruth's viscous fanny batter, "Shitting.  Grunting and farting on
the toilet then pushing a big slippery log of dung from your tight
teenage anus, thinking about the way the turd is really stretching
open your ring like a big buggering cock, knowing that Mr Smith is
in the next cubicle wanking his big hard cock and thinking about
your turds.  Your turds are very large aren't they?"
"Yes," Ruth panted, bracing herself for the inevitable smack on her
buttocks, "Some of them really hurt when I shit them..."
"And it feels good shitting them, doesn't it Ruth?" Emma asks,
fingering Ruth's minge more forcefully, "I love the way my turds
stretch my bottom to the limit and fill the toilet with a lovely
musky scent.  And I know they turn a lot of men on.  When I was
your age my dad would always come into the toilet after I'd been to
catch a whiff of my fresh dumps.  I knew he was in there,
masturbating his big penis and thinking unnatural thoughts about my
bottom so I started to get a bit absent minded about flushing so he
could whack off over my floating logs."
"That's so perverted!" Ruth exclaims, genuinely shocked.
"It is perverted, but like you, I was a horny young girl with an
itchy bottom-hole and I had just discovered the power over men that
I could wield with my bottom, even my own father.  That's how I got
my first buggering..."
"Off your dad?!"
"Oh yes," Emma smiles, "I enslaved him with my peachy teenage
bottom and my huge, fat turds, just like you've been trying to do
with Mr Smith."
"How did you manage it?" Ruth asks, relieved that the slaps seem to
have become less frequent.
"I was 15 and my father had taken me camping, so one evening, after
I'd saved my shit for three days I told him I was going to have a
poo and I asked him to keep a look out because I was frightened to
be on my own in the woods.  I pulled down my panties, squatted down
and let rip with a big gusher of piss.  I knew he was kneeling
behind me looking at my bottom and wanking so I gave him a really
good show, letting off a few stinky farts and then grunting as I v-
e-r-y slowly let my huge turd emerge from the heat of my bowels,
inch by inch, until it fell heavily to the ground: about a foot of
dark brown steaming butt-fudge, massive even by my standards.  Then
exactly what I'd planned happened: the moment I pinched off my log,
I felt my dad's prick sliding up into my horny shit-chute."
"Wow," Ruth says, almost speechless.
"Wow indeed.  He buggered me for a good fifteen minutes before he
spunked in my guts, then when he pulled out I shat out another huge
loaf of shit.  Then we went back to our tent and he rimmed me for
ages before buggering me twice more."
"That's the dirtiest thing I've ever heard," Ruth suddenly moans,
"Ooooh, ffuuuuuccckkk!"
"What's the matter Ruth?"
"It's Mr Smith, Miss.  He's kissing my bottom-hole, trying to push
his tongue into my anus!"
"Well, you can't be surprised young lady.  You have been rather
rudely baring your adolescent shit-crease for the last half hour.
In fact I'm surprised he's honouring you with a rimming.  I'm sure
that if I were a man I'd be buggering you by now.  I think Mr Smith
has shown admirable self-control, especially for someone with his
strong coprophile tendencies."
"Copro-what?"
"Coprophile.  It means "shit lover" and that's what Mr Smith is.
It's what I am to a degree, too.  That's why you are here Ruth.  Mr
Smith happens to have a particular fetish for the shit of teenage
girls, and if the evidence left unflushed in the school toilets are
anything to go by, your turds are larger, firmer, and according to
Mr Smith, tastier, than most..."
"Tastier?" Ruth asks, feigning surprise.
"Oh yes," Mr Smith replies, regretfully removing his probing tongue
from Ruth's anus and instead stroking it with a fingertip, "Those
are the three most important characteristics.  A truly magnificent
turd should be large - a real ring-stretcher, heavy and firm, and
with a rich bitter taste.  Many of the girls in your year produce
exceedingly fine dung, but I need to sample yours when it is fresh
and steaming."
"Fuck," Ruth sighs heavily, reaching behind herself to fist Tom's
huge hard prick, "You mean you've tasted our turds?  From the
toilet?"
"Of course..." Tom replies, as if it is the most normal thing in
the world to retrieve school-girl shit from toilets, "Though quite
a few of your classmates are now content to provide me with their
offerings directly.  It turns me on to be able to lick, sniff and
savour the fresh, solid shit of a beautiful girl while I'm
buggering her.  And, let me tell you, some of your classmates shit
some really impressive specimens."
"Wow," Ruth gasps, masturbating now as she thinks of teenage
schoolgirls shitting in their teachers mouth and being buggered by
his fabled cock, "The lucky cows.  You have to tell me all about
them... and about their shit!"
"Who do you want to know about?"
"Lorraine," Ruth suggests immediately, thinking of a big-breasted
blonde girl in her class.
"Well, Lorraine produces excellent specimens," Tom replies, "After
all, all that toilet observation pays off - I only seduce my pupils
who have a proven ability to manage monster craps, and Lorraine
certainly manages those.  And being a bit... well, common I
suppose, she's delightfully rude when she does it: squatting on my
desk stark, bollock naked and unashamedly farting like a cart horse
before forcing out a full foot of brown gut-meat for me to enjoy
while I boff her crapper.  She takes it very easily up the shit-
pipe, I must say, but then I suppose that's what comes of having 3
elder brothers.  Sometimes when she comes to my office after school
they've given her such a good pounding that she can hardly hold her
shit in.  But whether her turds are coated with her brothers' jism
or not, her turds are always firm and very tasty - almost sweet
from all the junk food she no doubt consumes."
"And Sharmila Choudhary?" asks Ruth, thinking of a shy Pakistani
girl in her class.
"A most unexpected delight," Tom says, still massaging Ruth's
sweaty pucker, "I have to confess I thought it most unlikely that a
girl who is always so careful to wear the hijab would show me her
big brown baps, let alone allow me to pack her fudge.  Still, it
just goes to show that one never can tell.  She's saving her puss
for marriage, when it's arranged, but she seems quite happy for
just about anyone to give her one up the shitter, me included.  And
her turds are magnificent - huge, stinking and strong-tasting...
rather spice actually.  I tend to shoot a huge amount of come when
I'm chewing on one of Sharmila's bowel movements... they're rather
addictive."
"Don't I know it," Emma says in mock anger, "The pervert's always
trying to feed me Chicken Madras with 5 naan breads so he can enjoy
the authentic Sharmila shit experience at home....  Anyway,
there'll be plenty of time for chit-chat later...  it's now time
for the real thing.  I am fed up with having to spread my buttocks
to accommodate Mr Smith's titanic prick in my guts because you've
got him so worked up with your antics in the toilet.  You can shit
for him here and now, and while you're at it you can take him up
your arse.  In fact I can see that you've already given him a big
erection.  I don't think it will go down until he's had a go in
your shitter.  Come and show Ruth what she's done to you, Mr
Smith."
Tom regretfully tears his mouth away from Ruth's sweaty, bulging
butthole, walks around to stand in front of her and begins to
strip.  When he gets to his Calvins, Ruth can see that he is indeed
very hard, but little prepares her for the enormity of his cock,
which now bounces before her: nine and a half thick inches of
pulsing prick-meat.  The thought of having his huge club of hard
flesh driven relentlessly into her shit-pipe makes her swoon and
her shit-ring spasm with expectation.  For one glorious moment she
thinks he is about to force it into her mouth and make her suck it,
but he is clearly far more interested in a much filthier orifice
and he walks around to her rear and begins rimming her throbbing
butthole once more.
"I think I might shit in his mouth if he doesn't stop," Ruth says,
her voice hoarse with excitement, the heaviness in her bowels
almost unbearable.
"I think you can test her with your fingers now, Mr Smith."  Emma
says.  Ruth gasps as she feel's Tom's well-practised fingers slide
into the wet heat of her vadge, then his moistened fingertips
massaging the pulpy pucker of her shithole.  "That's right Ruth,
now push down like you are about to do a massive shit."  Ruth bears
down, convinced that she will actually shit herself, but all that
emerges is a very loud, reverberating fart that fills the room with
an obscene shitty fragrance and Tom slides two fingers into her
shit-passage.
"Awww, fuck me," Tom exclaims, "She's utterly packed.  I can feel
the most enormous turd up her arse."
Sitting on a chair, Emma unzips her skirt and peels down her
knickers, exposing the bushiest cunt that Ruth has ever seen, thick
curling pubes that extend almost from hip to hip and snake up to
her belly button.  She pulls her knees up and places her stilettoes
on the arms of there chair to expose more of her bottom, and Ruth
is amazed to see how the damp, sweaty locks of Emma's muff snake
down to curl around Emma's prominent brown anal ring.  Emma
masturbates as she watches Tom frig Ruth's crap-hole, urgently
fingering her fat-lipped cunt and stroking her anus.  Tom removes
his fingers from Ruth's shit-packed crapper and begins to fist his
prick as he waits for the shit to emerge.  Another raucous fart
bursts from Ruth's turd-hole and Tom greedily sniffs the fragrance
of her guts.
"She's taking too long," Emma says quickly, the lust clear in her
voice, "Slap the little bitch."  Ruth shudders as Tom's open palm
lands stingingly on her bottom.  She pushes with her shitting
muscles, amazed at how difficult she is finding it to void her
bowels.  Suddenly she feels Tom's tongue swiping across her anus
once more, then his lips sucking on her slop-hole.  Madly frigging
her pussy Emma asks her what she can feel.
"He's pushing his tongue into my arsehole," Ruth replies, "He must
be tasting my massive turd."
"So shit," Emma urges, her voice higher, "Shit that big ring-
stretcher into his shit-hungry mouth.  Frig your cunt while you
shit, it will make it easier.  Come on you dirty little tart, go to
the toilet in my husband's mouth, get that huge cock of his nice
and hard for your shitter."
With a grunt Ruth feels the tip of her log breach her anal ring.
She knows immediately that it is the fattest turd she has ever
struggled to pass as it stretches her shit-hole to unimaginable
proportions.  As she passes the turd Tom licks the rim of her
wrenched-open pucker and occasionally sucks greedily at the
emerging torpedo of shit jutting rudely from Ruth's arse.  Soon a
good six inches of thick, dark-brown turd is sticking almost
horizontally out of Ruth's tortured bottom but she knows there is
still much more inside.  Tom licks the log greedily, his shit-lust
now well and truly kicking in.  Periodically he covers the steaming
log with his mouth and sucks Ruth's butt-fudge as if it were a huge
shit phallus.
"It feels good, doesn't it," says Emma naughtily, "Having a man
worshipping your waste, your stinking dung?"
Ruth can only grunt in agreement as she feels the turd begin to
move more quickly from her rectum, piss squirting from her hairy
cunt all over the table.  Emma came as her mind went back to the
first time she fed her father with her shit.  She had been sitting
on the toilet, voiding her bowels in preparation for one of the
daily buggerings she found herself craving.  Her father was
standing before her, naked and massively erect, idly fondling her
breasts, when suddenly he lifted her off the toilet and bent her
over the edge of the bath.  Kneeling behind her he pulled her
buttocks apart and, seeing the tip of a turd poking from her
arsehole, covered it with his lips and sucked greedily.  The orgasm
she experienced shitting into her father's mouth, then being
buggered as he chewed her solid turd were like shocks of
electricity radiating from deep within her bowels.  She was only
happy that she had managed to find a lover like Tom, a man whose
prick was even larger than her father's and whose hunger for her
shit was even more pronounced, devoted and deviant.
Suddenly Ruth feels the turd slip from her stinging shithole and
hears it land with a heavy 'thwap' on the piss-soaked table.  As
she feels Tom's tongue slide into her still-gaping crapper, she
looks between her legs and sees that she has dumped a huge rope of
steaming brown shit, thirteen inches in length and as thick as her
wrist.  It is a shit-lover's dream bowel movement.  Almost
immediately she feel her bowels move and knows a second turd is on
its way to freedom.  Her second log is slightly smaller, though
still about nine inches long and correspondingly thick, and Tom
catches it in his hand, affording it a hefty sniff and greedy lick
before placing it in a stainless steel tray on the edge of the
table.  He places the first turd alongside it, commenting
appreciatively on its weight and firmness.
Having had her bowels so wonderfully packed with a huge brace of
turds for so long, Ruth now finds the emptiness in her shitter
quite maddening, but she knows it will not be for long.  Looking in
the large mirror on the wall, she sees Tom climbing onto the table
behind her.  Squatting slightly, he aims his prick at her shitty
butthole and prepares to bugger her.  He is easily a couple of
inches longer and much thicker than any man Ruth has offered her
crap-chute to in the past and she begins to wonder whether being
sodomised by Tom may not be the pleasure she had fantasised about
after all.  However, she need not have worried.  As she feels Tom's
engorged bell-end slip past her crap-lubed sphincter and begin its
delicious progress into the seething pit of her sluttish bowels she
starts to feel the familiar ecstasy of being taking anally.  She
luxuriates in the pleasure of having a well-hung man forcing his
cock into her dirty-shithole and buggering her, churning her turds.
"Fuck, she's so easy," Tom groans as he pushes his dick all the way
up her chuff, his fat bollocks resting against her slimy cunt-
flaps, "Like a hot knife sliding into butter.  AND she's packing
another turd, I can feel my cock sinking into it, the dirty cow."
He picks up the smaller of her turds from the tray and brings it to
his mouth, licking and sniffing the hot dung, then shoving it
greedily into his mouth to eat as he begins to bugger her in
earnest.
Emma walks over to stand on front of Ruth and cups her big ripe
melons in her palms.  It is an obviously an invitation and Ruth
sucks enthusiastically on Emma's huge brown nipples, as fat and
stiff and little cocks in her mouth.  By now they are all nude and
the schoolgirl scenario is forgotten in the madness of unbridled
shit-lust: they are simply three, perverted adults.
"Oh yes," Emma coos, "Suck my horny tits you dirty little anal
bitch.  Pleasure my jugs while my husband uses your filthy shit-
tube to slake his perverted lust.  Oh fuck, yes.  You're a very
dirty girl aren't you, Ruth?  Doing a big smelly shit on my desk
then getting buggered and fantasising it's one of your teachers
thrusting his huge cock into your shitter.  Nice girls wouldn't
dream of letting a man go anywhere near their toilet holes, but you
can't get enough cock rammed up your crapper can you?  Bitches like
you deserve to be buggered.  In know, because I'm just like you.  I
need to be buggered every day, even more sometimes.  If I don't get
regular cock up my shit-tunnel I start getting a terrible itch and
I have to bugger myself with a dildo.  I bet you do that too don't
you?  Or else you go hunting for cock, and then no-one's safe from
your slutty, greedy arsefucking obsession.  Perhaps their wives or
girlfriends don't let them violate them anally, because they think
that their arseholes are for shitting, not fucking.  But you'll
spread your cheeks for them won't you darling?  I know how it
happens because I do it too, even though my husband is an arse-
obsessive himself.  You're at a party and you see a bloke leering
at your tits which are falling out of your top.  You giggle a bit
and say that you like sex a bit naughty and dirty and next thing
you know you're face down on a bed upstairs and he's plunging your
toilet.  Or else you go to a club and end up taking a big black
cock in your dumper in the gents' toilet.  He tells all his mates
that there's a dirty big-titted bird in the end cubicle who likes
it up the shitter, and before you know it they're queuing up to
bugger you, driving their horny dicks into your sewage pipe until
they explode in your guts then making you clean off their shitty
tools with your mouth...."
"Fuck yes," Ruth gasps as she begins to cum under the force of
Tom's anal assault, "I live to be buggered.  I just love huge hard
cocks packing my stinking fudge."
"Tom, darling," Emma pleads with her husband, "I need my cunt
licked."
Tom pulls his bowel-stretching prick from Ruth's satisfied dumper
with a lurid, farting slurp and he tells her to lie on her back.
Pulling her arse over the edge of the table he pushes her knees
back and stoops to rim her gaping turd-hole before straightening up
and once again driving his enormous prick into her bowels in a
single thrust.  Emma carefully squats over Ruth's face and lowers
her hairy, dripping mound onto her mouth, shuddering with pleasure
as she feels Ruth's tongue explore her sopping sex.  Emma begins to
masturbate on Ruth's face, thick salty girl-cum dripping from her
over-excited fanny and trickling down Ruth's throat.  Ruth's tongue
expertly lashes the beefy lips of Emma's minge quickly making her
come and, as she does so, she grinds her cunt meat onto Ruth's
face, all but smothering her.
"I want to see her lick your shithole, baby," Tom says after a
while, his prick lurching in Ruth's crapper as he pictures the
scene.
Emma turns to face Tom, holding her bottom just above Ruth's mouth,
her anal pucker just within reach of her tongue.  "Oh Shit, yes,
rim me while I piss on your huge jugs" she moans as Ruth's nimble
tongue dances over her straining shit-hoop and hot salty piss
squirts all over Ruth's wobbling norks.  "Lick my shithole you
perverted bitch.  Rim my dirty anal fuck hole.  I love having my
arsehole worshiped almost as much as I enjoy having it fucked.  And
I had it fucked this afternoon; I didn't tell you that did I?  Tom
was at work and I was desperate for some cock up my arse.  One big
stiff one would have been enough to satisfy me but I managed to
find three!  It was very dirty of me, but then I know you
understand that girls like us just can't help it.  Three burly
builders working on our extension.... I went to offer them some tea
and biscuits and there they all were on their lunch-break, with
their cocks out looking at dirty magazines!  Big boys too.  Lukasz
from Poland was first, his mates sucking my tits while he thrust
his big Polish sausage into my arsehole until he spunked.  Then it
was Paolo from Brazil who stretched me even more with his huge
brown schlong, and finally Gary from Watford who, even though he
was only 17, had the biggest fuck-rod of the lot.  Hard fuckers
too.  They really packed my turds right back up my guts and they
all managed to squirt at least two loads each into my shitter.
It's been torture clenching my ring to keep it all in, but now I
can relax and let it all into your slutty mouth, can't I Ruth?  I
bet you'd love to swallow the spunk of three horny buttfuckers
wouldn't you?  It must really taste of my bowels and my shit by
now, but that will just make you hornier, I imagine."
Ruth utters a muffled "please" as she opened her mouth expectantly
beneath Emma's musky arsehole and felt Tom's tongue lapping at her
piss-wet tits.  With a guttural moan Emma relaxed her tightly
clenched anus and immediately a splat of strongly flavoured jism
belched from her back-passage into Ruth's mouth. Ruth swallowed
greedily, savouring the unmistakable flavour of Emma's shit, then
dug with her tongue for more cock-cream, pushing her tongue into
Emma's rubbery pucker, attempting to suck the men's jism out.
"The dirty bitch," Emma moans, "Oh Tom, she's sucking on my
shithole, the greedy cow."  Tom and Emma kiss passionately, using
the prone female between them as nothing more than a sex toy,
respectively buggering her and shitting