Diagnosing a Fetish Ch. 12

"Another round? I'm not as young as I used to be, you know. I do have a limit." Kat's actions conflicted with her words, her fingers threading through my hair as she pushed me back between her legs.

"And that limit is two?"

"Shut up and get to work. You wanted this."

It seems you do, too. I kept the thought to myself, though I had little choice. With her hand still in place on the top of my head, she wrapped her legs around the back and squeezed her thighs to keep me in place. My mouth found her clit - I was fortunately getting better at that - and I ran my tongue feverishly against the sensitive flesh.

I could feel the moisture of her sex on my chin as it was forced between her labia. I soon lowered my head, and my tongue took its place. The incredible taste of her natural juices was easy to forget until I experienced them again, a sweet, musky flavor that filled my mouth. She was wetter now than I had ever seen - likely due to the two previous rounds. Though, it's possible the location had something to do with it. Maybe Kat had a bit of an exhibitionist streak.

Regardless, I had a job to do, and I was going to do it. Eating a woman out still wasn't a skill I would consider myself having, but the practice was beneficial. Based on my albeit limited experience, it seemed to be something Kat enjoyed, so I wanted to improve as much as possible for her sake.

Two orgasms - and a third on the way - wasn't bad though, all things considered. After all, a month ago was my first time having sex in almost a year, and I had never been with a woman before then. It was interesting, too, how much of a difference gender made. An obvious statement, maybe, but Dave's favorite thing was oral - receiving, not giving, obviously - and I hated it.

With Kat, it was different. I loved eating her out. I loved the way she smelled, and tasted, and how she writhed around, but those weren't the main reasons. I loved eating her out because I could tell how much she loved it, too. The way her pussy dripped, and the sporadic moans that slipped between her lips. How her chest would rise and fall as she desperately tried to find her breath.

Of course, she told me, too. Kat told me how much it turned her on to see me between her legs, feeling my tongue in her sex. Another thing Dave would never do--or could never do--was admit he liked something, especially if I was the one doing it.

It didn't take long before her third and ultimately last orgasm (for the time being) came and went, leaving the two of us breathless. I stayed between Kat's legs, cleaning up missed drips of her cum while she leaned back on the couch, slowly sipping from her drink as she watched me.

The way her eyes stayed locked on me, teasing me with their sexual spark, made me weak. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," she purred, raising her bare foot to my lips. "I was just thinking about you, down there on your knees. Maybe I should get you a leash. Kiss it."

I swooned at the tone of her voice, so soft yet commanding, and the way she bossed me around. I couldn't ignore the order even if I wanted to, so placed a tender kiss on the top of her foot, and then another, and another.

Soon I had her big toe sucked deep into my mouth, my tongue rapidly cleaning it as I stole licks between it and the bottom of her foot. Disappointingly, it was relatively clean after her recent shower, but it didn't stop me.

Kat, did, unfortunately. She pulled her foot away, using the other to push my forehead back. "Only you would be disappointed to not lick someone's disgusting foot."

"Why are you stopping then? Did you not like it?"

"The opposite. It was turning me on way too much and I am not ready to cum again. I think you removed the outer skin from my vagina with only your tongue." Kat's hand lingered on her sex, carefully caressing the sensitive flesh to emphasize her point.

"Well, you could always eat me out while you wait." Kat was wet, sure, but I was sopping. I could feel the crotch of my panties, sticky and damp as my juices soaked into the lacy fabric. Though, that may have partially been due to Erin's pee from earlier.

She looked me over, a predatory look in her eyes. "Mmm, no. Not yet."

"Not yet?" I pouted.

"No, you don't get to cum yet." Kat stood from the couch, pulling her pants and panties back on. "Come on, the night's still young; we can't stay in here the entire party."

"We could."

"This was supposed to help you explore your fetishes with someone open to them. You can eat me out any time at home."

Reluctantly, I had to agree with Kat. I knew she was right - Dr. Morse had specifically asked me to try putting myself out there with experienced members of this community - but it didn't make it any easier to admit. "I'm going to hold you to that," I muttered as I got to my feet. "Where's my shirt?"

I had removed it somewhere between orgasm one and two but struggled to find it in the dimly lit room. A struggle that Kat didn't seem to share as she swiped it off the ground and dangled it in front of my face. "Right here."

Upon reaching out for it, she quickly pulled it away, a grin on her face. "Give it back."

"I don't think so. It is mine, after all," Kat replied. I could tell from the look on her face that this was a game. One I wasn't sure I wanted to be playing.

"I can't just wear this," I said, gesturing down towards my sheer black bra.

"Why not? Most people are walking around naked."

Again, I was a little annoyed that I couldn't rebuke Kat's argument. "You're really not going to give it back?" She shook her head, tying the shirt around her waist to prove a point. I let out a small breath through my nose, "Fine. Bringing you here was a mistake; I don't like what it's turning you into," I added as we made our way towards the door.

"You like it, don't lie."

I did, unfortunately, like it.

Not that it made the prospect of wandering around a club in only a bra any easier, however. As we left the room, I couldn't help but feel the eyes on me. If I were being honest, no glances were judgemental, nor were they overtly sexual. Rather, they were looks of curiosity from people who shared similar interests to me. Again, it didn't make it easier.

Kat, on the other hand, seemed to welcome the attention. The longer we stayed, the more I questioned if she had gone to similar parties before and just didn't tell me. It seemed unlikely, though; maybe she was better at calming her nerves in situations such as these. She did have alcohol on her side.

"Stop covering them up."

I didn't realize my arms were crossing my chest until Kat's whisper pointed it out. Hesitantly, I lowered them to my sides, acutely aware that my ripples were quite erect and visible through the mesh material covering them.

At a certain point, the looks stopped coming as Kat and I became a known presence in the larger room. People went back to their conversations and save for the odd glance if someone walked directly past us, eyes were off me. As Kat had said, most people were naked. I was hardly interesting in comparison.

"Do you smell that?" It was barely a tickle of my nose, but it was an aroma I was more than familiar with.

"Smell what?"

I didn't know the best way to tell Kat. It was shit. I smelled shit coming from somewhere in the room. Scat, waste, poop, feces. Regardless of what you called it; I could definitely smell it; I was almost positive. "I think it's coming from over here."

I lead the two of us down the hallway of doors and further into the back of the club. Near the end of the hall was an open door, from which came the sounds of moaning and the unmistakable smell of shit.

"Oh, I smell it now," Kat announced, covering her nose with her hand.

But I wasn't listening. I had caught a look inside the room, and I was enamored. Inside, in the center of the room, was a tall woman clad in latex, and, below her, was a naked woman with a pile of shit in her mouth. Finally, on a couch to the right of the door, was a woman stroking herself to the show.

Two parts of me were at war. One part wanted nothing more than to saunter into that room and join those women completely. It was the first time seeing other people do this in person, after all. It was the first time having solid, visual proof that other people were like me. Other than Dr. Morse, of course, but she didn't count in my mind, for whatever reason.

The other part of me, however, was wildly overwhelmed and wanted to turn tail as soon as possible. So many factors told me to go with option two. Kat was here, for one, and I could only imagine her thoughts on this. I also didn't know these people, nor did I know if they would be interested - or willing - to let me join.

Neither side one, a stalemate that left me standing dead still in the doorway, eyes locked on the woman lying on her back as her jaw flexed and chewed the putrid waste filling her mouth.

"Interested in joining?" the woman on the couch asked, startling me out of my stunned state. "Feel free to take a seat."

"I-I- W-Well, I'm with my girlfriend. So, you know. Um..."

I felt her hands on my stomach before I saw them, Kat wrapping her arms around my body in a loose hug as she rested her head on my shoulder. "With your girlfriend? Are you using me as an excuse now?"

"Well, I just know you're not really into this stuff." I could feel my heart beating in my chest, a subconscious response to being in a predator's grasp. I knew Kat wouldn't do anything, but it was more the fact that she could. "I just thought-"

"I thought I told you to explore and have fun." Her voice was a harsh whisper, and I could feel her breath on my ear as she spoke into it. "So go have fun and get filthy. If you want to, of course," she added with a friendlier tone.

I felt as if I swallowed my tongue, stuck in a stalemate and unable to speak as I tried to make a decision. Kat helped somewhat, nudging me into the room with her knee. When I turned back to her for encouragement, however, she was already gone. I could follow her, or...

"Nervous?"

It was the woman on the couch who asked the question. The black mask she wore made it difficult to recognize her face or identify her expression. I wasn't sure if the other two women had even noticed my presence, both a little distracted at the moment. "Yeah, a little," I answered honestly.

"First time here I assume?" I nodded. "First time seeing something like that?" she gestured towards the two women with her head, never stopping the hand rubbing beneath her pants.

"In person, yeah." I nodded again, my eyes wandering to the woman on the floor, her mouth slowly becoming less full as she worked through the waste. "But, um, I've watched stuff online. And..." I tried to force myself to look at the woman on the couch but couldn't get my eyes past her feet. "I've done some stuff alone. Only very recently, though."

"Ah, I was there once," she replied earnestly. "Come sit down."

She patted the seat beside her, and I listened, sinking into the plush couch. "So, this isn't your first time here, then?"

She laughed, "No, not my first time here. Although, I've only been a few times before. Like you, I prefer the virtual world. It's safer that way and still brings in a profit."

"A profit?"

Rather than explain, she just turned to me and silently raised her mask. A single finger on her lips told me to keep something a secret, but of what I wasn't sure. I will say that she did not look how I expected. Her skin was soft and unblemished and, if my eyes weren't tricking me in the low light, she had a soft sputtering of freckles across the bridge of her face.

"Wow, you're so young!" I caught the words as they left my mouth, "Sorry, it's just... I was expecting you to be older."

She laughed again, this time a breathy chuckle as she slid the mask back over her eyes. "Quite the charmer, but I'm twenty-eight."

"Still six years younger than me."

"But far from the youngest one here." From her right she grabbed a stemmed glass off a table and brought it to her lips, taking a long drink. "I'm guessing you don't recognize me, based on that reaction."

"Should I?"

"Your question earlier about me making a profit. I'm an online entertainer if you catch my drift. And, not to self-congratulate, but a pretty successful one at that. I would be surprised if most women here didn't recognize me."

I racked my brain but couldn't come up with anything. "Oh. Uh, no I don't recognize you."

"A nice change of pace, I guess. My name stage name is FreckledFreak, but my real name is April."

"I'm Mallory."

"Nice to meet you, Mallory." She took another sip of her drink, a dead silence filling the air between us. "She's very good at that."

"The woman on the ground?"

April nodded, "It's rare that someone can actually eat like that. Full mouth, chewing, swallowing. The whole nine yards."

"A-And do you? Y'know, do that?"

"Mmm, sometimes," she said as if lost in thought, "But most of my stuff online is solo work, so it's rare and usually exclusive to my private life."

I sank deeper into the couch, unsure of what to do. I was next to a woman six years my junior and yet I was entirely overwhelmed by her presence. The display in front of us didn't help matters, my body reacting to the show despite my brain desperately trying to ignore it.

"You can touch yourself, too," April said, though I couldn't bring myself to look at her. I could feel her eyes on me, but she just stayed silent, watching for my reaction which would never come. "I know you're nervous, but you don't have to be."

"No, it's OK. I'm fine just watching."

"Well, if it's OK with you, I think I might get a little more comfortable." Rising from the couch, two hands went to her waistband as she prepared to pull down her pants. "Assuming I have your permission?"

"Y-Yeah go ahead." Averting my eyes, I could only imagine what was happening to my right based on the sounds. It wasn't long before I felt the seat beside me sink. Rather than sitting forward, however, April had chosen to lean back against the arm, legs spread.

"Looks like she managed to eat it all."

My attention was brought back to the other two women in the room, a strange realization washing over me that I hadn't heard either speak. It lingered only momentarily, my focus diverted by April's comment. As described, the woman's mouth was now empty, her brown-stained tongue rapidly circling her lips in an attempt to grab anything missed.

Not shortly after she concluded that nothing was left, she was given a new task. The other woman - who had previously been standing to the side to watch along with April and I - had returned to her position over her companion. Cheeks spread, she crouched down and sat atop the woman's chest, her ass enveloping the woman's nose and mouth.

"God, I bet that feels great." April's commentary began again, occasionally interrupted by soft moans or quiet grunts. "Fuck, I love having my ass eaten. The way the tongue gets in there... ugh. Have you ever done that?"

I tried to hide the shame on my face at the reminder that my sexual experiences were quite lacking, despite being in a relationship. Although, for me, being with a woman was in and of itself an achievement. "No, I haven't done that, either."

"That's too bad. I could, y'know, show you what it feels like. If you're up for it."

Mulling over the suggestion, I decided against it. "No, I'm sorry, but I don't really know you, and I'm in a relationship."

"I understand. Next time you and your girl hook up, though, I suggest you give it a try."

"Y-Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Keeping my eyes away from April as she lay bare and spread open next to me was a task that required full focus. The unfortunate truth that the two women in front of me were equally distracting didn't help matters. My gaze, therefore, fell to the floor, my eyes tracking the shapes of the shadows as the flashing lights overhead caused them to move and dance.

And yet, I couldn't drown out April's moans, or the way her breath would hitch, or the slick wetness of her pussy. I couldn't stop my right hand from drifting mindlessly between my legs where it sought out my mons and stroked over my jeans. I didn't notice my gaze had drifted until April's bright blue eyes stared back at me.

Her look was one of curiosity, but also anticipation, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she stared. "It would feel better if you took them off."

The suggestion was an obvious one, likely meant to get a sense of my comfort. "I-I don't know."

"Hey, do whatever you want, but this is the place to indulge, so indulge. You said you're into this but have never had any experiences-" With her free hand, April gestured towards the two women, "Enjoy this one."

Again, I carefully considered what she had said, and what I wanted to do. The feeling that I was in some way cheating on Kat was difficult to ignore. I of course knew that she was open to - or more accurately wanted me to - enjoy myself here. As did April, and as did Dr. Morse.

I slid my jeans off after a minute or two of thinking, April visibly excited to see me commit. As I sat back, I tried to ignore the cold leather of the couch on my ass and April's eyes on me, focusing instead on the burning heat between my legs.

Masturbating next to another woman wasn't technically cheating. It was a stupid thought, really, but it was one I let sit in my brain as I tried to justify an act that didn't need justifying. Regardless, it was enough to get me down to my underwear, and enough for me to slide a finger deep inside my wanting hole.

I lost myself in the moment, forgetting where I was as I closed my eyes and a soft moan slipped from my mouth. My finger met no resistance, the interior of my vagina thoroughly lubricated after a night of teasing.

It was only when I heard April shifting beside that I came back to reality. I still felt partially uncomfortable with so many strangers in my proximity while masturbating, but I couldn't stop my eyes as they were drawn towards April.

She was clean-shaven and unblemished. Her labia looked so soft and plump; a nearly perfect pussy in my opinion. I could see her labia minor hanging out slightly, the darker flesh framing her glistening pink insides perfectly.

"That's better," April's voice broke through the silence, reminding me that she was watching. My eyes met hers briefly, but I struggled to hold the gaze. "It's okay, just relax and enjoy it," she reassured me.

Stretching out more on the leather couch, I did my best to heed her advice. My finger moved faster, now, my thumb adding to the pleasure as it ground into my clit. Somehow, knowing that April was getting turned on by me watching her had an equal - or likely greater - effect on me.

Still, I could not ignore the fact that I was nervous. My hand shook ever so slightly when still, and I could feel my breathing increase for reasons other than my growing arousal. I did my best to ignore it, and when that didn't work, I tried to imagine it was Kat beside me.

It was hard, though. Even with my eyes closed, I could tell from the sounds of her breath that it wasn't my girlfriend. It was harder, still, when April added a second hand between her legs. Her index stopped at her vagina only briefly, just enough time to gather some of her natural lubricant on its tip before moving lower.

Like her vulva, her sphincter was hairless, the wrinkled flesh glistening as she rubbed her finger against it. For a moment, it opened, a quiet hiss escaping from the inky gape before squeezing back shut. My nose wrinkled as it caught the smell; a distinct sulfur aroma.

My breathing got caught in my throat. I caught April's eyes searching mine, possibly trying to figure out what I was thinking. Unfortunately for her, I didn't know what I was thinking. Rather, I was quite thrown off by the display, part of me very turned on, and another not sure what to think.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for..." she trailed off.

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it."

"It just kind of slipped out."

Once again, we were faced with an uncomfortable silence as neither one of us knew what to do next. April was still rubbing herself and, surprisingly, so was I. Maybe it was because there was nothing else to do, or maybe it was because I was still enjoying the situation.

"I'm sorry," April spoke up again, "I just... I do actually, you know, have to... go." She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, "Is it okay if... if I go here? Or is that too much for you, because I can leave. Or you can leave if you want."

Whatever confidence she once had was gone, her voice wavering as she tried to navigate the proverbial minefield that was this experience. I didn't blame her, though I did wonder if this was my fault. Was I making her uncomfortable? Or was she more worried that she was making me uncomfortable?

"Go ahead. Do whatever you want." It was barely a response to her question, but the only one I could manage. I didn't know how to tell her just how much I wanted her to go to the bathroom in front of me, or how much I wanted to see her masturbate while doing it.

"I just don't want to freak you out is all."

"You won't, I promise. Can I... watch?"

"I don't know if you'll have much choice; this thing is coming out and I don't think I'll be able to stop it." Her face scrunched into a look of discomfort as another soft hiss escaped from her hole.

For me, it was as if all the noise and flashing lights in the room faded. My attention was completely on April, my eyes locked between her legs as her sphincter twitched. Even over the music, I was close enough to hear the distinct hiss as her hole opened up, revealing the tip of her excrement.

I could barely believe what was happening, and yet, my hand was still under the waistband of my panties, my fingers still sliding in and out of my wanting hole. April, now, had retreated into a world of her own, judging by her expression. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open just a slit as she let out soft breaths.

Her breathing got noticeably heavier as the head of her turd began inching its way out. It was big and - based on the way April gripped the couch - at least somewhat painful to push out. Even regardless of its size, the texture seemed quite knobbly and dry which likely challenged matters further. Soon, though, the tip passed, and softer waste followed.

That was when the smell hit me, my nose wrinkling at the pungent aroma. It was an involuntary act and by no means a measure of my enjoyment of the situation. In fact, I welcomed the strong smell of feted waste, breathing in what I could without being too obvious. Again, likely an unnecessary action of caution; why would April care if I smelled her shit? But this was all still very new to me and, with that, came a sense of caution, and a level of unease.

Again, my mind wandered to Kat. What was she doing right now? What would she do if she saw me like this? Watching another woman evacuate her bowels wasn't exactly standard in a relationship. Then there was my other thought. What if it was Kat that I was watching? The fact that it was unlikely that my fantasy of mine would ever be realized was more than a little disappointing.

Kat is trying her best, I had to remind myself. She may not be interested in this, but she is trying her best to help me out, to give me opportunities to explore myself sexually. She let me do this, she let me watch another woman shit. I couldn't imagine any other partner who would be so willing, so trusting of their partner to allow them to indulge so thoroughly.

So, I watched. I watched as April's hole spread wide to allow the flow of her hefty log of shit as it forced its way out. Past the tip, the soft body of her turd coiled on itself, creating a decent pile on the couch cushion between us.

Like me, she was feverishly rubbing at her pussy. Between her lips, a creamy white stream of cum ran down and fell onto her deep brown waste. I could see more inside her pulsating hole, her vagina sopping wet with its natural lubricant. I could only imagine what it would feel like, what it would taste like.

Although, I didn't have to imagine too hard. The fingers currently plunged inside my body gave me a decent approximation. Her shit, though, that was a different story. I wanted desperately to scoop it up in my hand, to feel the weight and heat. I wanted to bring it to my nose and inhale her stench as deeply as possible.

"I think that's it," April said, her voice faint. I watched as she shimmied backward, moving her body to get a better view of the pile between us. "God, that's hot. A lot, too. With my internet stuff, it's rare for me to be able to hold it for a long time - I always have some sort of request."

She wasn't wrong. Not the largest load I had seen - that, ironically, was in some of the videos I had seen online - but it was still substantial. The smell, too, was quite something. Though I had acclimated somewhat to the sharp aroma, I would still occasionally get a potent whiff.

"You can, uh, look at it closer, if you want."

April was studying me, I could tell. The way her eyes looked up and down my body before lingering on my face. My cheeks burned at the suggestion, an embarrassment washing through me at just the idea. My heart quickened, too, a steady beat in my chest. Although, it wasn't just nerves that were causing my pulse to rise.

The transition to my knees was less graceful than I had hoped, my sweat-laden skin sticking to the leather as I attempted to slide off the couch and onto the floor. Still, I managed an awkward recovery and found myself face-to-face with April's masterpiece.

The smell was stronger now, to the point where I could almost taste it on my tongue when I took in a particularly deep breath. Up close I could make out the distinct shape of the log, the twists and turns, the way it folded back on itself. In certain parts, I could even see flecks of food, pieces of undigested vegetable skins riddled with no real consistency throughout the mass.

Without any conscious effort from myself, I found my eyes wandering upward until they settled between April's legs. The angle wasn't perfect from the ground, but I could make out most of her sphincter, the wrinkled flesh covered in a heavy smear of brown. Above that was her vagina, the cloudy strands of her cum bridging the gap between her lips.

Never had I felt more like I was cheating than at that moment. I watched as her finger ground into her clit, I watched as I did the same. I watched as she blindly reached forward and scooped up a pile of her waste. I watched as she brought it to her face, taking a deep sniff before gripping her breast with the shit-filled hand.

I could see from the way her body reacted, the way she rocked and tensed against the sofa, that she was finally experiencing her orgasm. At that moment, her inhibition was gone, her left hand frantically smearing the warm filth of her load against her chest and stomach. Her lips quivered and choked gasps escaped them before a cacophonous scream erupted out.

I desperately wanted what she was feeling, a release after a night of teasing. I was close but found the final push to be a struggle. Despite the fingers on my clit and the other two inside of me, I found myself unable to achieve release.

"God, that was good," April moaned, sliding backward on the couch as she gathered herself. The speed of her recovery was honestly quite surprising, though I found myself a little too preoccupied to notice.

The sudden realization that I was the only person in the room masturbating brought with it an intense level of self-consciousness. I could feel April's gaze on me, her eyes seeming to question why I hadn't yet cum - a sentiment I couldn't help but share. The silence was palpable, and I was acutely aware of my own body's inability to join her in climax.

April - having seen my struggle - took action into her own hands and joined me on the ground. "Having trouble finishing?"

As I sat there, my eyes closed in a futile attempt to escape the awkwardness, the weight of the unspoken question hung in the air. The smell of feces wafted up from the woman in front of me, a stark reminder of the surreal and degrading situation I found myself in. My hand, still frantically moving between my legs, seemed to be the only part of me still clinging to the hope of release. With a sense of resignation, I nodded my head, the movement barely perceptible, but enough to acknowledge the unspoken understanding that hung between us.

"Don't be embarrassed," she comforted me in a soft voice. It felt weird considering the stark age difference between us and the different levels of maturity that came with that. Though, in the space, I had to admit that she was more experienced. "This is a hell of a situation for someone's first time doing all this."

I kept to myself that, in reality, this wasn't my first time. In fact, mine was much stranger. I'm sure few could share the experience of their doctor watching them on the toilet or listening through the bathroom door as they got off with a borrowed sex toy in their ass full of shit.

"Just keep your eyes closed and listen to my voice, okay?" Again, I nodded, barely able to perceive the movement of April through my eyelids as she turned back towards the couch, returning a second later. "Take a deep breath in."

As I inhaled the putrid air, my eyes snapped open to find April's finger hovering in front of my nose, a glob of soft brown feces clinging to its tip. The smell, already overwhelming, became almost unbearable as I gazed at the disgusting offering, my mind struggling to process the surreal scene unfolding before me.

Panicked, my eyes desperately met hers, looking for an answer, looking for instructions on what to do next. Now she nodded, a silent consent for me to keep going, to keep enjoying the moment in the attempt to finish. So, I listened, closing my eyes once again and focusing on the smell, comparing it to my own, imagining what it might taste like.

But I didn't have to imagine.

The realization made me shudder. It seemed wrong on many fronts, though the fact that April was - for all intents and purposes - a stranger was perhaps one of the more pressing ones. To do something like this with someone I had just met was far outside my comfort zone. Especially considering that - mere months ago - I severely hated myself for even the possibility I had this fetish.

I questioned how a shift in mentality so drastic in such little time was even possible. I largely attributed it to Dr. Morse, her impact on my life quite tangible. But Kat, too, deserved a lot of credit, as did I. It was undeniable that I would've never set foot in RAE, let alone do anything like this if it were not for my own self-improvement.

Ironically, I still felt myself questioning it all in that moment. Shit-covered finger in front of my face, a naked stranger offering it up to me, two more women I didn't know looking on, and my girlfriend somewhere else in a fetish club. None of it made sense, but in many ways, it felt right.

Truthfully, I don't know how much of the decision to go through with it all was just a subconscious reaction of my body. But my lips parted all the same, and my tongue slowly slipped out of my mouth. The hesitancy was there, sure, but I pushed through and allowed that first bit of contact to occur.

A sharp, bitterness erupted on my taste buds, even just the small lick sending a cacophonous jolt through my mouth. Instinctually, my tongue darted backward, retreating to safety away from the affront on my senses. But as the initial shock faded and the realization that it wasn't that bad washed over me, it wasn't long before I took another tentative lick.

The taste, I realized, was not dissimilar to my own. Though I had to admit the few times I had tasted human waste, nuance was severely lacking in the flavor department. Bitter was the only word I could think of. Maybe earthy and a little funky, but mostly bitter. Somewhere between fresh soil and coffee grounds.

My third lick was less cautious, my tongue managing to break off a little clump that I rolled around my mouth. I tried swallowing, but a sharp contraction from my throat caused the nugget to fall from my lips along with some brown-stained saliva. It rolled down my chest and landed on the ground where it would remain. Baby steps; it seemed I was still a little too inexperienced to eat anything.

But that didn't stop me from continuing, my tongue carefully exploring April's finger as she held it steady. At a certain point, I became used to the flavor and focused on the idea of it all, and how it was making me feel. And, it was safe to say that it was making me feel very good.

My hands between my legs had gotten new life as if invigorated by the depraved act. My left was rubbing my clit raw while my right was desperately trying to squeeze a third finger inside my aching pussy. My desperate arousal combined with the lights and music caused my world to spin, the feeling not dissimilar to a drug-induced high.

When my climax hit, it was perhaps one of the most intense I had ever experienced. The scream that left my mouth was long and loud, but my ears were ringing too much to hear. I barely paid any mind to the geyser of liquid that erupted from my vagina as it sprayed violently against the floor, the resulting mist thoroughly coating April.

My legs shook and spasmed as if they had a life of their own, sending me into the fetal position as I fell to the now-damp tile. Breathing became a task I had to actively focus on lest I pass out from the straining of my lungs. My scream, too, dying in the process, being replaced instead with strained moans and nonsense babble. It was safe to say, I was well and truly done, left in an unresponsive state from an orgasm I never thought possible.

It seemed my performance had left an impression on my observers, the two women I had yet to say a word to sending their claps and a few whoops in my direction. April, on the other hand, sat in stunned silence. When I managed to regain enough sentience to peel myself off the ground, I couldn't help but notice the shocked, almost afraid expression plastered on her face, quite visible even with the black mask obscuring most of it.

"Jesus fucking Christ." The silence that followed her words held long in the air as we both tried to gather ourselves for different reasons. "That was maybe the most insane orgasm I have ever seen, let alone be a part of. When was the last time you came?!"

"Last night," I managed in response, my throat hoarse and tongue dry. I could still taste the bitterness of April's excrement in my mouth and desperately wished for a glass of water. It was a lot harder to ignore post-climax.

"Last night my ass. That was the orgasm of someone who hadn't cum for years. Or maybe ever."

I didn't know what to say. If I was being honest, I wanted to be out of this conversation and at home snuggled up in bed with Kat. I didn't know what time it was, but it was certainly late. Maybe I was too old to be going to clubs. I was old enough to know better, but I didn't regret it. April was right; that orgasm was intense and certainly worth the effort.

With great effort, I found where my jeans and panties had landed and pulled them both back over my legs. As for my bra, there was only so much I could do to make myself look presentable in the piss-soaked, shit-stained garment, but I fixed the straps and slipped my breast back inside from where it had slipped free.

"Listen, I know you said you're new to this stuff, and I don't really do content with other people if I'm being honest, but if you wanted to record some videos sometime..."

"Appreciate the offer, but I think I'm good. Still... not something I feel comfortable putting out in the world."

"Totally understandable." April had returned to her reclined position on the couch, taking short sips of her drink and acting as if she wasn't naked and covered in her excrement. "If you change your mind, please reach out."

"Yeah, uh, sure," I replied, shakily getting to my feet and heading towards the door. "Thank you, for all of this." I felt my face warm as a blush crept over it. "I don't think I would've done all that if it weren't for you making me feel comfortable."

"No problem. Although, I'd be lying if I said everything I did was for you. Have to be a selfish lover sometimes, right?" she winked at me.

"Still, thanks." With nothing left to say, I exited the room and set my sights on finding Kat. Again I found myself walking around with my arms crossed in front of me, doing my best to cover my chest. The post-sex clarity meant any confidence I may have had previously was gone, nervousness taking its place. Fortunately, the back area was only so big and I found Kat after not too long.

She was in the main section on one of the sofas, two women on either side of her. She was the only one of the four still wearing clothes, but she didn't seem to pay much attention to that. The group was idly chatting when I approached, Kat's face lighting up when she saw me. "Speak of the devil," she said, motioning to me with a nod of her head. Without pause, the other women on the couch turned to look at me. "This is Mallory, my gorgeous girlfriend."

I tried not to pass out from embarrassment as they studied me, their eyes roaming my body. Ironically, I was trying my best to do quite the opposite, afraid to look at any one of them too close lest I see an exposed vagina or their stiff ripples. Perhaps sensing my level of unease, Kat stood from the couch and walked over to me.

"Here, think you've been shirtless long enough." In her hands was my balled-up shirt, which I promptly put on. "Did you have fun?"

"Yeah, it was... a lot. A lot of new stuff for even me, but I think it was good for me to try. What were, uh," I let my eyes briefly wander to the couch before forcing them back to Kat. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Well, they started by trying to get me naked which wasn't happening. After that, we mostly just talked about our experiences, and what we're into. That kind of thing."

"Didn't try and get frisky with any of them? Cop a feel?" I teased, knowing full well Kat wouldn't have done anything.

"When I have you?" Her hand snaked up my back, cupping my neck as she pulled my lips into hers. Kat's tongue slipped into my mouth, dancing with my own before retreating. "Why would I bother?" I could feel butterflies in my stomach as her husky whisper lingered in my ears. "What's next?"

"Oh, I was actually thinking of heading home. It's getting late and I'm kinda tapped out after, well, y'know. Unless you want to stay, of course," I quickly added.

"No problem. I'm good to do whatever you want. Plus, you're really starting to have an... aroma. Probably wouldn't hurt for you to have a shower when we get home."

"Let me guess, you might happen to need a shower too?"

"Maybe. I'm pretty dirty, too," she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips. Turning around, she addressed the woman she was previously talking to. "I'm heading out, have a good night," she waved before wrapping her arm around my waist and leading the two of us toward the exit. "Yeah, I think a nice long shower would do me good."