Show Me How Much You Love Me

This story, like most of my fiction, is based on my real life experiences. If you do not enjoy graphic depictions of scat fetish play, this story is not for you.

Show Me How Much You Love Me

The studio flat is at the end of a third floor hallway smelling of rancid margarine and mildew in a gray, weathered old building three blocks from Piccadilly Circus. A small kitchen table and two rickety chairs are pushed up against one wall next to a counter top with a single faucet sink and two burner hot plate. A lop sided bureau tilts against the opposite wall. The room's one grimy window overlooks an alleyway where cats search through overflowing rubbish bins by day and mate with yowling pleasure at night. The overhead light does not work. A shadeless lamp on a table beside the sway-backed bed casts a dim glow over the shabby room.

On this and every other Thursday night for the past six months, the thread bare carpet is strewn with hastily discarded clothes. The skirt, panties, bra and blouse belong to Holly, the room's twenty-one-year-old tenant. Pants, boxers, socks and shirt are Reg's property. Twice Holly's age, the tall, thin and balding man is the produce department manager at the Sainsbury's store where she stocks shelves.

Holly is atop the bed on all fours. Her big drooping belly and the nipples of huge, pendulous breasts graze the stained bed cover. Lank, shoulder length auburn hair frames a chubby-cheeked and full-lipped face that is a little owlish but not unattractive.

Reg kneels behind Holly's pillowy buttocks. He presses his face against her wet, meaty vulva. Sprigs of pubic hair tickle his nose as he sucks the delicate, pink inner lips dangling from the slit between her swollen labia. They glisten with Reg's saliva and her natural juices.

Reg lifts his head.

"Spread your arse cheeks for me, love. Your Reg wants to give your bum a good licking."

Eager to please the man she adores, Holly immediately reaches back and parts her buttocks. Reg surveys the tan, almond-shaped pucker at their center. He fancies that it winks at him. He grins and leans in to poke it with the tip of his tongue. Holly sighs and pulls her cheeks further apart.

Six months earlier, Holly was unaware that her arsehole could be the source of so much pleasure. All her previous lovers had given the wrinkled hole a wide berth when grazing in its vicinity. Holly expected nothing else. After all, its main function was to release the foul, stinky muck from her bowels. And wasn't the term "arse kisser" an insult? Steering clear of her anus, Holly thought, seemed an altogether sensible and natural idea.

This perspective changed a few weeks into their affair. Reg had been giving Holly's inflamed pussy a good chewing when he dropped his mouth a few inches and probed her sphincter with pointed tongue. This caught Holly off guard but the warm, sensuous sensation quickly overcame her surprise and mild disgust. While less intense than having her plump pussy eaten, Holly discovered that the nerve endings around her rear entrance were wonderfully receptive to the lashings of Reg's tongue.

Since then, their lascivious liaisons have always included some measure of mouth to anus play, particularly before sodomy, another act Reg has introduced to his young lover. This is not one-sided: Holly has learned to enjoy burrowing her tongue into Reg's brown cavity, often when he sits on her face during a sixty-nine. Even the musky smell between his arse cheeks and his hole's coppery taste excites her now. She loves the nasty intimacy of the act and the way it makes Reg writhe, moan and praise her.

Reg pushes two fingers into her cunt canal as he swirls his tongue around the circumference of her arsehole. She grunts and pushes back against the delicious pressure.

"Feels soooo lovely, pet," she moans, as he works his digits inside her.

He lifts his head.

"Ready for something a bit bigger, darlin'?"

"Ummm, yes please, love," she says dreamily.

Reg gives her arsehole a final kiss before straightening up. He shuffles forward holding a cock that is unusually long and girthy, and covered in thick, intertwining blue veins.

He rubs its broad tip up and down the length of the crease dividing her plush pussy lips. Holly's big body jolts when his knob brushes over her clit. The size and shape of a grape cut lengthwise, the nub is taut and hypersensitive.

Reg aligns the head of his cock with her pussy hole. He eases in until its tip is ensconced inside her. The spongy grip draws a moan from his lips. He pauses to savour the pressure before pushing its entire length into her cunt's embrace. Holly noisily sucks in a deep breath and raises her head, eyes shut tight.

"Oh, your Roger feels bostin' in me cunt, Reg!" she exclaims

When he can sink into her no further, Reg reverses his motion, withdrawing his member slowly from her clinging maw. He notes that his cock is gleaming with her secretions before hiding it inside her again. He repeats the cycle and settles into a rhythm that slowly slackens the tensile elasticity of her canal.

"So you like Reg's big prick up your growler, pet?" he asks.

"Oh God, yes, Reg," comes the breathy reply. "It's lovely. Sooo lovely."

Reg quickens the tempo. He grips her hefty ass cheeks and pries them apart as he fucks her. He fixes his eyes on the wrinkled star just above her cunt cleft. After working up a wad of phlegm in his mouth, he leans forward and spits. The saliva bulls-eyes Holly's arsehole and oozes down over her plump, cock-choked vulva. Reg extends his index finger and places its tip against the center of the aperture. He pushes. As usual, the ring is slow to yield. Persistence pays off and soon his entire digit is buried in her butt hole. Through the thin membrane dividing the two tunnels he can feel his cock. His member is happy enough where it is but Reg knows the superior tightness of her khaki ring will ratchet up his pleasure a notch or two.

"Okay, love," he says, pulling his cock out of her cunt. "Time for a good buggering. Be a lamb and get us the oil. There's a good girl."

Holly snaps out of her trance, a little disappointed by the cessation of Reg's rhythmic fucking. But she doesn't argue.

"Of course, pet," she replies. "But I can't go too far with your finger up me bum."

They laugh. Reg withdraws his finger from her arsehole and sniffs it. The smell is rich and earthy and he sniffs it again. Mattress springs creak as Holly lifts her big frame off the bed. From the shelf above the sink, she takes down a plastic bottle of cooking oil.

"No need for that fancy lube rubbish they sell for an arm and leg in the sex shops," Reg had told her the night he'd taken her anal virginity, "when a bit of soft marg or Mazola will do the job just as well or better."

Holly returns to the bed and kneels facing Reg. She uncaps the bottle and, trying not to spill any on the cover, pours a pool of the slippery substance into her palm. Wrapping her hand around his jutting cock, she spreads the oil over its surface until every one of its nine inches is glistening and slippery.

"Good job, love," Reg tells her. "Now back on your knees you go."

Holly smiles and assumes the position. Again, she reaches behind her to cup and separate her blubbery cheeks. Reg fills his palm with oil. First he applies it randomly to her entire ass crack. Then he becomes more specific, smearing it over and around her line-etched star. When its surface is coated, he slides a slippery finger into her bung right up to the third knuckle. He twists it until her ring relaxes slightly, then slips in a second digit.

Holly sighs as her hole releases a puff of warm air around her lover's fingers.

"You ready, pet?" Reg says, pulling his fingers from the grip of her sphincter. "Ready to take your Reg's prick up your arse?"

"Oh yes, love," Holly answers. "I want that big lolly of yours in me butt."

Reg gives one cheek a hard slap. "As you wish, lass," he says.

He holds his iron hard member at its root and leans forward until his cock head nuzzles her rear portal. He holds it in place as Holly begins pushing back against him. At first, it seems impossible that her elastic ring will accept Reg's rotund cock knob. But as Reg watches, her sphincter stretches to welcome him in. His smooth glans eases past her ring centimeter by centimeter. More air is released, louder this time. Holly giggles and farts loudly again. Reg breathes deeply when the vapour reaches his nostrils. Every raw aroma of the corpulent young woman's body excites him.

Now the entire tip of his phallus is lodged in her anus.

Holly lets out a long held breath. She pushes back with more force. Reg watches, mesmerized as his oily phallus disappears inside her bung hole until his heavy scrotum bounces lightly against her cunt.

The pair moan in unison as they grind groins together.

"Oh, fer feck sake, pet," Holly intones, her voice low and husky. "That feels dead good in me arsehole."

Reg nods but says nothing. He basks in the feeling of the pressure of her rectal sleeve engulfing the length of his baton.

He pulls back slowly, leaving only the tip of his rod inside her ass socket before pushing forward again. The couple grind again and Reg eases back to repeat the sequence. He picks up the tempo, watching as his cock vanishes and reappears in the portal to her bowels. The inner padding of her canal seems perfectly moulded around his tool.

The tiny bed sit is filled with the sound of Reg's groin slapping Holly's plump ass cheeks as he skewers her. Every thrust of his cock makes her enormous breasts sway and her big belly jiggle. She grips the sheets tight with both hands and whimpering and pleading for him not to stop as he buries his man meat in her muggy depths over and over again.

"Who's Reg's sweet dirty pet?" he whispers affectionately. "Who's my nasty, little piggy?"

Holly is panting hard but manages to assure him that she is.

"Yes you are, you dirty sweet girl. You love your Reg, don't ya, lass? You--"

Words and thrusts stop abruptly. Holly is confused.

"What is it, pet?" she says. "Is summat wrong?"

She feels Reg extract his cock from her anal canal.

"Turn around," he says. "Turn around and see what you've done."

Puzzled, Holly obeys. She faces him, looking quizzically into his eyes.

"What is it, pet? What's wrong? What've I done?"

Reg nods his chin towards his groin. Holly looks down. Her eyes widen in shock.

Thick globules and smears of Holly's shit cover Reg's cock. A large dollop of muck clings to the tip of his prick. The seam between shaft and glans is outlined in dark brown.

At first, Holly can't process the sight. Then the repugnant smell hits her. She wrinkles her nose and blushes when she realizes what has halted her sodomization.

"Oh, fer feck's sake, pet!" she bursts out. "I'm so sorry. Here, let me wash you. I'm so so sorry."

But as she starts to rise, Reg holds her shoulder.

"No, no, darlin'. Stay as you are."

"But, Reg, I--"

"Put your hand on it."

Holly frowns. "Are you havin' me off, Reg? It's so grotty. I--"

"Do as I say, love. Wrap your fingers around it and give us a nice tug. A little shite never hurt no one, now, did it?"

The idea of touching his excrement-smeared member repulses Holly as much as the stench it gives off. But she knows her lover well enough to understand he's serious.

"But why do I--?"

"Because it pleases me, pet. Now do as you're told like a good girl."

Every fiber of Holly's being balks at the command. But her desire to please Reg overcomes her nervous system's resistance. She closes her eyes and reaches out her hand to cradle the oily brown rod loosely in her fingers.

"Tighter, love," Reg whispers.

She wraps her fingers around its girth. The surface of his tool is sticky and warm. Reg holds her wrist and guides her hand in a gentle stroking motion.

"Good girl," he says. "Open your eyes and see how lovely it is."

Holly complies. Shit now covers Reg's cock in an even brown sheen. Her small, stubby fingers, nails painted bright red, are darkened with waste. Her stomach churns but she does not release her lover's dung-covered member from her grip. When Reg lifts his hand off her wrist, she continues moving her fist back and forth over his cock's slimy, dark surface. The smell has not diminished but i no longer makes her grimace.

"That's it," Reg says. "Such a good girl."

Encouraged, Holly grips his beshitted cock with her other hand and wrings it gently. Reg moans. He lays a hand on the crown of her head.

"Kiss it, love. Give it a nice big snog," he says, exerting light pressure on her head.

She raises head, disbelief registering on her jowly face.

Oh, Reg! Don't ask me to do that. Please, pet. It's too disgustin'." Her heavy Northern accent renders the second syllable as 'goose'.

"Now, now, pet," he says calmly, stroking her hair, "that's what you said the first time I took a wee on you. Remember that? But you soon changed your tune."

Holly blushes. Weeks earlier in the shower, Reg convinced Holly to get on her knees and hold out her mammoth breasts for him to urinate on. She hesitated but finally gave in, loving the feeling of his stream pelting hard against her thick nipples. Then, with some persuasion, he coaxed her into allowing him to direct the stream into her mouth. Holly found it repellent initially but once she moved past the urine's acrid taste, the perverse intimacy of the act and the look of intense satisfaction in her lover's eyes overcame the sordidness of it all. Now she loves being drenched with his piss, swallowing as much of it as she can. But this ask is different.

"It ain't the same thing, Reg." she complains. "Your wee is just a bit of salty water, innit. But this is... well, it's shite, pet!"

He pats her head. "Fine, ducks," his says with a sigh. "I guess you don't like me quite as much as you let on."

She shakes her wildly. "That ain't true, Reg. I love you so much. Only..."

"Only not enough to make your Reg happy, is that it?"

Holly looks up at the man she adores and then drops her eyes to the shit-tinged cock in her hand.

Pressure mounts behind her eyes. "Alright, love," she says in a trembling voice. "Alright, I'll do it."

Holly closes her tearing eyes and lowers her head slowly. The smell increases as her mouth nears his foul cock head. When her lips touch his filth-covered glans, she shudders yet manages not to pull away.

"That's it, Holly love," he says, a little breathlessly. "Now give it a lovely snog with you lips and tongue."

"I don't think I can, Reg! Please don't ask me to do it. Please."

She is expecting a rebuke but Reg smiles down at her warmly and strokes her cheek.

"Come now, Holly love. Show me how much you love me."

Her heart melts and she nods.

Taking a deep breath, she parts her lips slightly and pokes out her tongue. Its tip touches his shit covered knob. She is prepared to retch and pull away. But to her surprise, the taste, while bitter and oddly spicy, is not nearly as repellent as she expects. After prodding his odoriferous cock bulb with her tongue, she becomes bolder and swirls it around his knob. The sound of her lover exhaling sharply encourages her. She opens her eyes, looks up at Reg and clamps the entire head of his cock between her lips. The expression of naked lust on Reg's face overcomes all remaining reservations. She slides her mouth down over the browned member. The dirty tool's taste and smell swamp her senses. Something shifts in Holly at that second. The stench, the filthiness of the act enrapture her. Limits and boundaries dissolve. A feeling of animalistic lust sweeps over her.

Without a thought, Holly slides her mouth down until his beshitted knob lodges in her gullet. She gags but does not pull away as her throat spasms around the soiled cock head.

"Good fucking Christ, darlin'!" Reg exclaims, astonished at her sudden gusto. " A right filthy sweet princess, you are."

He rests his hand on her head as it starts to bob up and down on his dirty man meat. He has always known the plump girl to be a passionate lover but he has never seen such fire in her eyes. She gags, sputters and coughs but only goes at her task with more eagerness, taking his stinking tool as deep as it will go into her throat. Reg is panting now. She knows by the way his body strains that he is skirting the edges of orgasm. A small amount of semen leaks into her mouth. She quickly latches her lips around his knob and brings her hand up to encircle his cock with thumb and middle finger, stroking him fast and furiously as he moans and writhes.

He grabs her head in his hands. Holly lets go of his cock as Reg rocks his hips, fucking her mouth the way he had earlier pummeled her bung hole. A strangled cry escapes his lips as Holly feels the first jet of man cream spew into her mouth. A second and third quickly follow as his pulsing prick unloads one powerful spurt after another. She gulps down what she can but is unable to keep up with the volume. Her glazed eyes bulge as brown-streaked cum leaks from the corners of her battered mouth. Ropes of it dangle from her chin and fall on Holly's immense bouncing udders as Reg continues to pump his member in and out of her face.

The flood finally dwindles and her lover's movements slow. Holly lovingly suckles every drop of semen from his cock as it begins to soften. It drops from her mouth, bearing a coating of cum, phlegm and smudges of brown. She thinks she has never seen anything so beautiful. She finds the blend of shit and semen left on her pallet delicious. Her nostrils fill with the bouquet of ejaculate, excrement and a spike of testosterone her lover exudes. She almost swoons from the fragrance.

Reg's breathing calms. He strokes her hair.

Still breathing hard, Holly looks up at her lover. "Were it good, Reg? Did you like what I done?" she asks plaintively.

"It was amazing, pet. Bloody amazing. You really do love me, don't you?"

Holly nods earnestly.

"Of course I do, darlin'. I'm so glad you liked it, Reg. I liked it too. Ever so much."

He laughs and shakes his head affectionately.

"Ah, the bloody sight of you," he says.

"What is it, Reg?"

He gets off the bed and takes her hand.

"Come have a look," he says, leading her to the cracked mirror above the dresser.

He stands behind her as she views herself in the glass.

Clots of semen and shit fleck her flushed, rosy-red cheeks. Her lips are lined with brown. A long swoosh of bowel muck marks her forehead. Strings of brown-tinged ball cream dangle from the nest of matted hair around her face. Both tits are dotted with dark stains of spunk and a rivulet of it runs from chin to neck, pooling at the top of her cleavage.

Holly is neither shocked nor dismayed by what she sees in the glass. On the contrary, the sight thrills her. She feels wanton, free of shame, depraved. It is as though she has been transformed into the woman she was always meant to be. For the first time in her short life, she is completely comfortable in her skin. A smile lifts the corners of her lips as the reflection in the mirror shows Holly her future.