The Puddle of Muck

CW: Panties. Crossdressing. Scat play. Alcohol/food. Bodily holes, poles and fluids.

Author's Note: I couldn't wait to find out what happened after our heroine, Skylar, expressed her love for her filth-loving friend-with-benefits, Doug. Will things be weird between them as they move to the next stage in their relationship? What's Skylar really thinking?

Just to mention, while my stories are meant to be standalone, you probably want to read the Doug and Skylar back catalogue first to get the full context.

This one's pretty straight-up disgusting as our heroine and her new boyfriend almost get caught short after a lavish dinner, but heading to the bathroom is the last thing on their minds.

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Part 1

"Earth to Skylar? Helloooo? Anyone in there?" Naomi playfully taps Skylar's forehead.

"Huh.. oh?" Skylar snaps back planet Earth with a thump. "Fucking hell, sorry Naomi. What were you saying? I drifted off..."

"I'll say!" Giggles Debs, taking a large swig of her prosecco. "You've hardly been here all evening. What's going on in that noggin of yours?"

Debs always has a funny way with words. Skylar loves her for it. The three girls are out catching up this evening. They've known each other since high school and, while real life gets in the way most of the time, they relish their evenings in the bar together catching up with their gossip and setting the world to rights.

Naomi looks at Skylar quizzically. Then she almost shouts.

"Woah, woah. WOAH. Hang on. HANG on." She sets down her beer and makes as if to separate two fighters in a boxing ring. "Time out. Debs, babe. Think back. Four years ago. Remember. Skiing holiday?"

Debs ponders for a moment. "Oh, you mean Whistler? Ooo yeah that was a legendary one. But what do you.. Oh! No way. NO WAY. Skylar?!"

The same memory stirs in Skylar, who goes a little red.

"Ha, she's going pink! I fucking KNEW I'd seen that spacey look before!" Shrieks Naomi, jabbing an accusatory finger into Skylar's right boob.

"You're RIGHT, Nay. Why didn't I see it earlier?!" Debs is full on grinning at Skylar.

"I, uh, what the fuck are you two bitches yammering about?" Skylar protests, slightly half-heartedly.

"Sweet Skylar, my gorgeous. Go on. You HAVE to tell us now. What's.. his.. name?" Naomi sits back, proudly looking at her friend with an expression that would be at home at the denouement of a murder mystery.

Skylar starts to grin.

"Yeah." Debs chips in. "You've got the Skylar Stare about you."

"The what?!" Her friends have named one of her fucking stares?

"Yeah babe. You always stare off into the clouds.. when.." Naomi starts softly, trying to coax a confession like some sort of good cop, but bursts into laughter midway through the charade. She can't keep it in anymore. Debs starts giggling like a schoolgirl too.

"Haha yeah Sky, come on. We you know too well. You're still dreaming of that massive dicking you had last night, aren't you?!" Debs manages to splutter.

"Tuesday night.." Skylar admits, excitement starting to get the better of her. She's been bursting to tell her BFFs her news since they got to the bar tonight, but she held back, or, tried to. They had stories of their own adventures too and she didn't want to hog the spotlight despite the warm fluttery excitement inside her belly.

"Cor, three days ago?! How fucking good was he if you're literally drooling over the memory of him THREE fucking days later?" Naomi sounds a bit jealous.

"Hmm I think it's serious, Nay. Look, Sky's all like grinny-bashful. When have we seen her like this before?" Debs is squinting at Skylar, eyes narrowed, trying to suss her out.

"Yeah, babe, you've got a point. Last time we saw this exact variation of the Skylar Stare she'd just come down in the morning after fucking, whassisname.. the ski instructor." Naomi has a surprisingly good memory for this sort of detail.

"Oh, you mean Austin.." Skylar says, dreamily. "I can't believe you remember when I fucked him the first time? You keeping tabs on me or something, Nay?"

"Well, duh, you doofus. 'Course I am, I fucking love you and it breaks my heart every time you go off fucking someone else." Naomi mocks a sob.

Debs laughs loudly. "Sky, we couldn't get a word of sense out of you all holiday after that. In fact did you even do any skiing? You do remember we were meant to be skiing together?"

"Haha no our bitch was too busy waxing Roan's ski pole, eh babe, you get me? Amiright?! Eh?" Naomi is out of control now, Debs is pissing herself with laughter and Skylar is, truth be told, rather enjoying the attention.

"Girls, girls. Calm down. Easy now." Skylar pats them on the head in unison. Mocking a serious expression she goes on. "I hitherto apologise for leaving you two, poor, unsuspecting virgins alone to fend for yourself... while I was getting my cunt ploughed by a perfect dick. Repeatedly. All week."

The three girls break into more shrieks of laughter, then quieten down as heads across the bar start to turn in the direction of the ruckus.

"But in all seriousness, Sky. Who's been fucking you this week?" Debs asks. "You only space out like that when it's serious. You were with Austin for, uhh, how long?"

"Two years.. yeah, he was, well, fine." Skylar looks a little wistful yet disappointed. "But it couldn't last, sure he had a lovely dick... She tails off into another fond memory, her cunt twitching pleasantly inside her panties.

"So, why'd you split up, anyway? Come to think of it, you never told us, did you?" Naomi's still suspicious.

"He just.. he wasn't into the same stuff I am."

"Oh. You mean the ass fucking?" Naomi, sounding a bit disgusted, doesn't miss a beat.

"Yes, the ass fucking." Skylar puts on a wicked smile. She isn't at all ashamed of her penchant for butt stuff, she confessed to her friends years ago, no point in hiding such a big part of her sexuality, not from these bitches. They're like dogs on heat when they detect any form of secrets.

"I still can't believe you dumped Austin 'cos he wouldn't fuck your ass, Sky." Debs chides. "I've let my boyfriend in the tradesman's once or twice, it's sorta ok but a bit yukky. Wasn't his lovely dick enough in your cooch?"

"Sorry Debs. I did say you were welcome to him after I was done. But no, you know how much I dig all that. I couldn't stay with someone who didn't like it too. I tried, but it just wasn't his thing." Skylar treads a fine line with her friends. They have accepted she's a fan of butt stuff, but only just. They definitely wouldn't appreciate the full gory details of quite how far her filth kink goes. They couldn't handle the levels of depravation Skylar really stoops to, or why finding someone to sufficiently service her degeneracy is consequently so difficult.

"So!" announces Naomi. "The defendant has admitted her new squeeze can fuck her brains out AND likes exploring her, ugh, pooper. And he must be pretty ok for you to space out quite so much."

Skylar smiles warmly.

"No there it is... look Debs, that smile. Fucking hell Skylar, you've met someone really special, haven't you?"

"Yeah, Nay, you're right. Well, Sky? Who is the lucky guy who's obviously ensnared our little butt queen? And WHY didn't you tell us IMMEDIATELY?"

Skylar is radiating with pleasure by now. "His name's Doug"

Naomi and Debs are transfixed on Skylar's every word. They're desperate for the gossip on who their bestie is obviously smitten with.

Skylar continues. "We met through work, but you know how big Megacorp is, he's in a different division so it's not weird. He's like this mega brainy guy, makes stuff with computers work. Runs a whole team. And, uh, he's a bit older, forties.." Skylar's friends adjust their gaze a bit. Skylar's suddenly a little defensive. "But that just means he knows how to fuck me like I need it."

"You mean, he takes you up the ass." For someone who apparently finds it nasty, Naomi is oddly fascinated with Skylar's anal adventures.

"Honestly, Naomi! But, uh, yeah. The first time he ever put his dick in me I just bent forward, said 'fuck my ass' and wham! And it was fucking brilliant. You should try it sometime." Skylar beams, proudly.

"Ha you're fucking twisted, Sky." Debs has a congratulatory tone. "Who the fuck takes it up the butt on the first time?! You're a fucking monster! But I love you. So, when was this? How long you two been fucking?"

"Well you see, we've been sort of friends with benefits for a bit, I didn't want something long term, not so soon after finishing with Austin. But then I realised... that wasn't enough..." She tails off into a dreamy trance once again.

"Oh my goodness. Sky, you've fucking fallen for him haven't you. Squeeeeee! This is soo exciting! So, when are we gonna meet him?!" Naomi demands.

"All in good time! I don't want to scare him off by letting you bitches at him too early!" Skylar laughs, wholeheartedly.

- - -

Part 2

Skylar flings the door open. A huge grin spreads across her face and she jumps on me before I've even crossed the threshold.

"Yey! You're here! At last!" She squeaks in between fervently shoving her tongue into my mouth. I say that like it's a bad thing. Of course it isn't, and I'm right there shoving my tongue equally far into hers. We kiss as if we've been separated for years, not just the week or so since we last saw each other. It's the perfect welcome from my perfect girlfriend.

It still feels a bit odd calling Skylar my girlfriend. We've been friends with benefits for a while, hooking up every now and then for a night or so of debauched fucking. In shit. Yeah, you read right. Skylar and I share a depraved streak a mile wide, three miles deep and brimming full of disgusting, fetid muck. We also happen to love each other's company and get on really well so naturally I fell for her straight away. It took her a bit longer to reciprocate, but she eventually did, and since then we've been as inseparable as our two lives manage.

Leading me into her flat by the hand, my Shit Piggie proudly announces "Ta da! Whaddya think?"

"Fucking hell Skylar! I had no idea you had a hard floor in here! Great job, gorgeous!" Last time I was here the flat was a total shit tip, with laundry and dishes and goodness knows what everywhere. Now, it's spotless.

"Aww thank you soldier. I just thought, now you're coming round more often, maybe I should tidy up a bit. You know, can't have you getting a boner over all my dirty panties lying around all the fucking time, can we?"

I guess we can't. Although, panties, especially dirty ones, are my kryptonite and Skylar's ass is so amazingly pert and squeezable and... sorry, I digress.

"I mean, yeah, that's probably for the best. I do get a bit distracted by your..." I lose my train of thought as Skylar flips up the sexy little mini skirt she's wearing and flashes me the pair of super cute white, lacy briefs she's sporting underneath.

"What's that you were saying, soldier?" She laughs, her face immediately breaking into her trademark playful wicked grin.

I reach forward and grab her butt, giving it a tight squeeze and sliding a couple of fingers inside her panty line. The day I cease to get a thrill out of putting my hand inside a girl's panties is the day I need to be taken out of the mortal world.

"Sex on fucking legs" I am not especially good at being seductive but Skylar couldn't care less.

She pulls my hand out of her underwear, lifts her skirt again and, casually as you like, drops her panties giving me a quick peek at her naked cunt as she does so. My dick throbs.

There are many things in this universe that are generally accepted to be hot. The sun. The desert. Ghost peppers. A girl casually pulling her panties down in front of you. I don't think I'll ever not skip a heartbeat when this happens. To me, this insignificant act with a small item of clothing fundamentally demonstrates the hottest of all things: consent. Consent from the girl to see her most private of places. The excitement of what may, if I play my cards right, happen afterwards. Yeah.

I step forward again, assuming Skylar wants a quick fuck before we go out. She stops me.

"Na-huh, soldier. Take yours off too."

I am in no position to argue. I unbutton my jeans and slip off my boxers.

"Good soldier. Right, here you go." She hands her worn panties to me.

"What... to wear?"

"Mmm-hmm" Skylar nods, the grin hasn't left her face. "You're wearing these tonight. Don't say you don't want to. No-one's gonna know. You get to snuggle into my panties all by yourself." She pulls a mock pout. "Unless Doug Doug doesn't want to. But I wore those all day long especially for you."

Of course I do! In a split second I've stepped into her panties and am sliding them up my legs. Halfway up, Skylar takes over and pulls them the rest of the way, stroking my dick and balls as she sort of folds them inside. There's not much room. Firstly, my ass is somewhat fatter than Skylar's. Secondly, girl panties obviously aren't designed to accommodate a dick, especially not when it's nursing a semi. But surprisingly, things just about fit.

"That's fucking sexy, you minx. They're all tight and snug.. and they're still warm!"

"Fucking right it's hot, you fucking perv." Skylar chides, but the tone of her voice reveals she doesn't mind one jot. If she did, we wouldn't still be together.

Skylar fishes in her bra and pulls out a fresh pair of panties. I must hand it to her; this was beautifully premeditated. She turns away from me, bends over at the waist and pulls them on, flashing me a quick look at her tight little asshole under her skirt. She turns to check I'm staring at her.

She winks. "That's for later, soldier."

- - -

Dinner is wonderful. We gorge ourselves on steak, fries and far too much red wine.

Skylar notices me shuffling around a bit. She grins her wicked teasing smile and asks, innocently: "What's the matter, soldier? You a bit uncomfy tonight?"

"Oh, no" I lie. "Just adjusting myself, the, uh, the seat's a little hard."

"Sure? You're not finding your balls a bit squashed? Less room than usual? Hmmm?"

We exchange a knowing look and Skylar giggles.

"You fucking perv." She whispers.

- - -

We talk endlessly. Skylar fills me in on her night out with her besties and how they want to meet me. I suggest she invites them over for a foursome, which earns me a bit of a telling off - apparently her besties aren't for fulfilling my degenerate dreams. I didn't even say we had to get scatty with them, regular clean fucking would be fine, but even this is off the menu. Shame; they sound wild.

We gaze fondly at each other. We must make a totally nauseating couple, but neither of us could care less.

Skylar peruses the dessert menu.

"Ah, I want this one" she exclaims, jabbing a finger against the picture in the menu of the triple sugar ice cream sundae. I must admit, this dairy creation does look stupendous, swirling layers of chocolate brownie, ice cream, sauce, cream, sprinkles and, by the look of it, whatever else chef manages to find in the kitchen that's made of sweetness.

We both order one.

When the waitress brings them over they are, genuinely, better than the photo. Huge glasses crammed full of enough fondant to keep a cake shop in business for a week. Piled with more sprinkles than you'd see at a kids' birthday party.

"Christ on a bike, that's sweet!" I exclaim, trying a bit.

Skylar almost chokes with her spoonful as the intensity of the sugar causes some sort of involuntary reaction. "What the fuck do they put in this to make it so sweet?!" she splutters.

"Mmm, dunno, but it's delicious!" I mumble through mouthfuls of parfait.

"Yeah, fucking right!"

The two gigantic confections are gone in minutes.

While we're waiting for the plates to be cleared I idly I look back at the menu. There's a little warning I hadn't noticed.

"Ha, look Skylar, these came with a big fuck off warning. They've got cane sugar, fructose and sorbitol in them. Oh - hence the triple sugar! Well, that makes sense, that's how they got them so sweet. Sign of a good pudding though. Super unhealthy, but why the warning d'ya think? Maybe we're about to go into a sugar coma."

"Oh, wow. But, um.. Surely they don't have enough.. Doug.. maybe not a coma. Isn't sorbitol the stuff that's a laxative if you have too much?"

"Oh yeah, you're right, I did read that somewhere! Ha! But I don't suppose they put enough in to do anything though. They wouldn't want guests shitting themselves."

"No, I guess not." Skylar looks a bit thoughtful, scanning the menu herself. "Oh. Um.. yeah so it says here that each of those was meant to be shared between four people. So that'll be why the waitress asked us so many times if we were sure!"

"Oh dear. So... we've..." I say, as my brain connects some dots and I feel a surge of excitement.

"Seems so! Oopsie!" Skylar has reached the same conclusion. "I think we both just downed an overdose of fucking laxo pudding." She looks delighted.

"Well, this could be interesting. Reckon we'll make it home first?" I ponder, rhetorically, grinning back at her.

We're so fucking disgusting.

- - -

We burst through Skylar's front door, both our tummies gurgling loudly. The sorbitol in our dessert has had the expected effect and our journey home on the subway required all the ass control we could muster to avoid soiling ourselves.

"We made it! Fuck that was close, oh, errrgh..." I exclaim as another wave of gurgles hit me.

"Ugh, hmmmpfhh yeah!" Skylar strains to maintain control of her own guts. She slams the door shut behind us. Now nothing's in the way of us releasing our bowels. Most people would leg it to the bathroom at this juncture, but heading to the toilet is the last thing on our minds.

Skylar quickly strips off her top and kicks off her shoes. I strip down to my - or should I say her - panties. My dick is fully erect by now and the panties don't have any hope of holding it so it's sticking out the top like a fucking Triffid. Standing in the middle of her cleared living room, Skylar grabs my dick firmly, murmurs with satisfaction and promptly jumps on me. Like some sort of large koala bear she puts her legs around me as I instinctively reach down and grab her butt cheeks to hold her. She gyrates a bit as she feels my erect dick pressing against her crotch. I'm taking her full weight so can't really do much except support her, but I manage to wiggle my fingers a bit and tease them into her butt crack.

I catch our reflection in Skylar's floor-length mirror. In it, I get a perfect view of her mostly naked body clinging to mine, her butt in my hands and her panties, just visible under her sexy mini skirt, wedgied in her crack by my exploring fingers. By now she's nuzzling into my neck making guttural noises as she fights to keep her shit in.

"I'm gonna go.. you ready?"

"Green light, Shit Piggie."

"Mmmm.. Oh. Oh yeah.. oh FUCK yeah.." Skylar splutters as runny, dribbling, bubbling poo explodes out of her asshole. It squelches and slops, splatters and squishes out in immense volume of both quantity and noise. It's absolutely abhorrent; the resultant repugnance of death and digestion hits us like a freight train. Skylar's panties have absolutely no chance against the onslaught and are overwhelmed in seconds. Watching in the mirror, I get a front view of the muck fountain as it slugs out of her leg holes, running over my hands like a thick, intransigent chocolate waterfall. The shit tsunami splats and slaps as it hits the floor beneath us. Skylar's clinging on to me for dear life as her guts convulse repeatedly, the laxative working to expel every last drop of creamy shit from her intestines.

She looks down. We're standing in a huge puddle of sloppy, slimy, lumpy poop. It stinks. It absolutely fucking reeks. Dribbles of juice are still slopping out of her panties as she gently lowers her legs. Her bare feet sink into the warm, mushy piles on the floor.

"Oh, fuck... me... Errrrrrrgggg" she retches with the stench as the mess oozes up between her toes.

"Check?" I say.

"Yellow light."

I've never heard Skylar get pushed beyond green before, but this is new levels of horrific, even by our standards. My guts are also ready to burst but I hold it for a little longer as we just stand together, hugging. I firmly stroke her.

"That's.. the most disgusting poo you've ever done, Shit Piggie. I'm so incredibly proud of you." I smile.

Skylar takes a moment to compose herself. "I'm the fucking best, aren't I, soldier?! Green light. Go on, fucking destroy your panties for me, please?"

She reaches around to my ass and reaches inside my - her - panties. I'm just about holding on still, much to her disappointment, so she jabs a finger in my asshole. It's all my poor besieged sphincter can take. For the second time in so many minutes a cascade of greasy, squelching, filthy shit slops out of one human being onto another. Skylar doesn't retract her finger quickly enough ahead of the sewage leaving my colon. Her hand is subjected to the full force of my steaming hot fudge expulsion. She giggles as she feels the mush run over her fingers. Once again, my panties don't have a hope in hell of holding it back. Just as Skylar experienced moments before, my poo gushes out, unstoppable, slicks down my legs, crackling and splatting as it comes, joining the mire beneath us and splashing all over our legs.

Then, silence, except for the occasional splosh of another plop of something falling off us into the puddle of muck.

Still draped around me, hands in my panties, Skylar whispers "Check". For all our scat adventures, this is the first time we've played in my shit. I'll admit, it was a little nerve wracking letting myself go, but it shouldn't have been, I love this filthy bitch to pieces and trust her to the ends of the earth.

I whisper in Skylar's ear. "Green."

She makes a happy squeak and confirms "Green" back. She pulls her hands out of my ass. Smearing my mess all up my back as she tightly hugs me, she whispers,

"Soldier, if you're not sucking my fucking clit in the next thirty seconds, Shit Piggie is going to bite your fucking dick off."

And Shit Piggie locks eyes with me, and slowly, with perfect intention, lowers her ass into the repulsive ooze we've so spectacularly left on the floor. As she lands there's a soft squelching sound as her panties settle into the muck. She wiggles her ass around, looking so incredibly pleased with the situation as she squishes back and forwards, revelling in the feel of the rotten slop against her asshole. As happy as, indeed, a pig in shit. She lies back, manages to get her head and most of her hair on an un-wrecked part of the floor, and spreads her legs to accept me.

I kneel down to join her. How am I.. Ah, I know.

The crotch of Skylar's panties is, miraculously, still clean, bar a couple of shit splashes. For my part, my boner, well and truly escaped from my panties, is wiggling like a flagpole in thin air. It's also escaped without a brown shower. It desperately needs some attention, much like Shit Piggie's clit.

Trying hard not to slip in the slime and fall onto my shit-wallowing girlfriend, I orientate myself over Skylar. Hands either side of her hips, knees either side of her head. I slowly drop my dick until she takes me in her mouth. For my part of the deal I bend my head forwards, pull aside her panties, which are already damp with her cunt juices, and plant a big, sucking, sloppy kiss on her vulva. A thrill erupts through the both of us as we realize we're both close to explosive orgasms already, just by pooing our panties and slipping around in the mess. The very definition of horrific. But my goodness, so fucking hot.

Skylar grabs my hips, smears a bit more shit over them for good measure, and guides me to where she's able to take as much of me into her mouth as she finds comfortable. I've never enjoyed forcing a girl to gag or anything, and in any case Skylar's quite adept at sucking me off without my dick being balls deep in her throat. She sets about me, deftly using her tongue to explore every part of my dick. It's divine.

At my end of her body I bury my face in her cunt. She's freakishly aroused, her labia is tender and engorged and she twitches as I explore every part of her red zone with my tongue. Her juices are steadily dribbling out and running down her perineum as I probe as far as my tongue will go into her beautifully gooey vagina. The taste of her intimacy is other worldly, like licking a copper coin but her usual delicate musk is overpowered by the fact she's bathing in a puddle of pure shit. Being upside down between her legs, my nose is right up to her ass, which of course is completely engulfed by the malodorous slick we're splashing in. My mind completely closes to concentrate on the stench in my nose and the quivering cunt I'm exploring.

I could be completely satisfied just by eating her out like this for hours. But that wasn't her request. I adjust my direction and close my lips on what I know is going to send Skylar into a frenzy.

Shit Piggie's body convulses as I find her clit. She tenses with anticipation as I bite, pretty hard, against her nub. She absolutely loves this. I continue, punishing her clit as hard as I can with my tongue. Starting to shake now, Skylar digs her nails into my back. Clods of shit fall off me and splatter over her face, over her hair, but she doesn't care anymore. I balance myself on one hand and slide my other through the thick layer of poo on the floor, around to her butt. I squeeze tightly through the grease, jabbing my fingers into her flesh in return. She tightens her bite against my shaft, increasing the pressure on my head deep inside her mouth. She sucks as hard as she can. I violently twist and turn my tongue.

I'm about to cum. I double tap her ass as a warning. She releases her suck, grabs a handful of soft muck from the floor and envelopes my dick with the mush. She settles back and runs her shitty fingers up and down my shaft. I intensify the tongue tornado around her clit.

We both scream guffaws of pleasure as deep orgasms engulf us simultaneously. Ropes of jizz violently erupt from my dick. Skylar slams her thighs tightly against my head as she cums, locking me against her cunt as she gushes into my mouth. Wow.

Silence descends. We're both shaking, breathing heavily. Neither of us can move for a moment. I dismount my girlfriend and turn around.

"My.. oh, fucking hell, Shit Piggie!"

Skylar's gorgeous face is completely, utterly destroyed. She's drenched in beads of sweat, covered with smears of my poop and thick laces of glistening jizz. Clods of shit are stuck in her hair which clings to her sweaty skin. Her eyes are on fire and she has the biggest, most satisfied, smile on her face. I mentally take a photo, this one's going to live in my memory for the rest of my days.

"Mmmmm, yeah, you fucking did me, soldier."

"Not quite!" I tease. Skylar raises an eyebrow. I kneel up, admiring this total stunner lying in the puddle of shit on the floor next to me. But she's not quite covered. "How the fuck, Shit Piggie, did these escape?" I say, with a strict air, cartoonishly staring at her boobs, which, miraculously, are practically unblemished.

"Oh, no!" Shit Piggie feigns shame. Then, unable to hide the feverish excitement still inside her, "The twins! Well, whaddya gonna do about them, you fucking perv?"

I gather up two massive handfuls of now-cold shit from the floor, leaving long smears in the muck as I scoop. I offer my deplorable digits to Shit Piggie, who looks at them, at me, at her milk-white tits. She doesn't say no.

Skylar shudders once more as I close my putrid paws tightly around her boobs. Her nipples are pert in an instant. I massage and rub, squeeze and squash the stink into her skin. She's covered in the miasma in seconds but I don't stop. I keep scooping, keep smearing. She's breathing heavily again, has she got a second orgasm in her tonight? Suddenly she springs to life, props herself up, grabs her own handfuls and comes at me. She wipes her fingers across my chest, down to my dick, round my back. Ok, so we're playing like this are we? Well..

Shit Piggie shrieks as I work my greasy fingers into her armpits and give a determined tickle. She does the same and I tense all over as she scratches against my sides. We're laughing uncontrollably, cavorting in the smeary mess on the floor, engulfed in the intense fetor of depravity, locked in a tickle fight as if we were children. Neither of us lets up. We punish each other's body relentlessly, tickling, smearing, writhing in the putrid muck all over the floor. She shoves a finger up my ass.

"Is it ok to go inside?" I check as I tease her cunt with my wretched fingers. Usually we're careful to avoid getting poo in her vagina but I really want to slide my hand into her gooey hole right now.

Shit Piggie looks sorry as she shakes her head. "Better not risk it, soldier, not with this much shit. But my ass is all yours, go fuck that up." She grins, then sharply gasps as I ram two fingers as far as I can get them up her pooper.

We tickle each other and plug our asses so hard we howl with a cacophonous mixture of giggles, gasping and laughter. Neither of us can breathe properly yet we can't stop, neither wants to give in to the other.

"Red... light..." I finally manage to say when I start getting light headed. I'm spent.

Skylar goes limp against me as we cuddle tightly, our bodies stuck together with a toxic liquor of shit, grool, jizz, sweat and heaven knows what else. For comic effect I try to wipe my hand clean on the completely destroyed mini skirt she's still sporting. She tries to fold my dick back into my - her - panties.

"Mmmm.. so Shit Piggie really liked that." She says, dreamily.

- - -

It takes us ages in the shower to get the muck off our bodies and out of Skylar's hair. Not that this is a complaint mind you, fuck no, far from it; Our 'recovery showers' are mainly an hour-long soapy grope of every last crevice on each other as we massage soap into our most private of parts. They're hot and steamy in every way you could count.

Returning to the living room we're both flabbergasted at the state we left it in. It looks like Jackson Pollok went to town with a bucket of manure on the floor, shit is smeared everywhere, footprints crisscrossing the mire, clods and lumps splattered all over. The stench of ripe shit is unbelievable, like a primeval funk from Satan's very asshole. Of course, Skylar opens a cupboard and proudly produces countless bottles of industrial strength disinfectant, mop, bucket, and all sorts of other accessories like those absorbent snake things that soak up spills.

Tackling the floor takes fucking hours of scooping, rubbing and mopping. The sun's coming up by the time we've got it done and it leaves us spattered in yet more excreta.

After a final shower (I mean, soapy grope) we snuggle up in bed. I rest my head on Skylar's boobs. She wraps her legs around me. We hold each other tightly, not wanting a fraction of an inch to come between us. The two of us might savour the filthy fucking but we also love the clean tenderness of the post-filth come down.

"You ok, soldier? That was pretty mega. You did so well. You ruined your Shit Piggie just like she needed." Skylar purrs with deep satisfaction.

I feel like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

"That was insane. So, sooo hot, you're gorgeous, you know that? Um. Can.. Can I wear your panties again sometime?"

"You fucking perv." Skylar teases again. "Say please?"