Part 9: This shit gets real!
(With Dani now fully in tow, Tom pushes things further still, seeing whether he can get her addicted to something very niche.)
It was safe to say (to Tom’s utter excitement) that Dani was now fully in on this, any trepidations having long left her with the side splitting orgasm that had recently caused her to paint their cute little rowing boat with cum.
She was now obediently balancing on the central boat bench that around three hours ago she had been rowing from, whilst below her were four enormous mountains of thick, pasty, dense and creamy shit sitting ominously in the footwell. Grabbing either side of the bench tightly with her hands, she placed her knees together, moved her chin down until it touched wood, and proceeded to arch her back as severely as she physically could. It was important for this exercise that she remained perfectly still, with her butt pointing tantalisingly upwards, plump, juicy and unwashed from her recent relief.
She wasn’t sure exactly what boyfriends’s plans were, but she trusted that her sexy ‘Daddy' knew what was good for her. God that word! Daddy! Inwardly, calling him that still disgusted her, but clearly disgust was the name of the game on this remote and silent lake island.
She hummed gently, but nervously as he began readjusting the shining rigid speculum, now firmly planted in her tight and youthful anus. It opened her up forcefully, getting gradually wider and wider as he played. He wanted to see just how wide it would split her, if he set it to full gape. The walls of her anal cavity were visibly unclean, still painted with evidence of cheese based shit, and he giggled lovingly at her when at the point full gape was reached, she grunted, just once, gutturally as her body twitched from chin to butt.
It was if he had just hammered a nail in a deep sexual nerve within her. It had her reeling and breathing suddenly very heavily. “Does it hurt my little Pisscunt?” He said, feigning pastoral concern. “Yyyyyes Daddy!” She gulped, in a voice tinged with desperation and vocal fry.
He laughed, “Good pain or bad pain?” The response was slow, and once again gutural. “B, b b b bad pain! No good pain! Just.... Just pain Daddy!"
He licked his lips like a horny predator, about to make his move. “OK, I’m going to start with something now. Remain still whilst I do this, we don’t want more mess just yet.” With that, she was left for a moment, gaping and squeaking sensually, trembling in waiting as he trundled back over to her, grabbing her pants that had long since been discarded in the corner of the boat. “Now for the real fun!” He said, bending down before her pile of poo.
Straining her large eyes to the side, she watched in disbelief as he began to use her panties as a poop scoop. “Do you know where this is going babe?” he said. “Could you fancy a guess?”
A cold moment of realisation plastered itself all over her face. “My... Tom? You’re not putting it back in me are you?”
He grinned and said nothing, his silence acting as dreadful confirmation. Now moving to a place directly behind her, her duly dropped a sizeable lump of it back inside her, guiding it home with her panties in his hand. “I’m tying these hard around your gob when I’m finished with this babe, ” He said sadistically. “Then you’ll have a pooey mouth and a pooey butt-butt to enjoy. You like?”
She hesitated, showing discomfort. “Um... Not sure Daddy.” She said trepidatiously. This was being pushed way beyond her limit, now there were no rules to their interaction, but she had to believe that he’d stop somewhere, hopefully it was here.
“Try it. You might find you like it, ” he said before jamming a larger piece down into her, making her jolt on the bench. Was this.. dare she say it... pleasurable?
“Try not to move baby” he said. “I want you properly full. We’ll deficate this out again somewhere of my choosing. You don’t get to decide when and where you do your business anymore.”
She mumbled more gobbledegook emotionally as the third lump was pushed inside her, she could feel tingles travelling all over her, and swells of addiction to this new feeling becoming a familiarity. Her anus was filling up nicely, and now waiting for the fourth and final piece, she began to wonder, did her boyfriends really love her?Or was she just his little urine soaked fuck-meat poo dispenser?
The evidence so far seemed to point towards the latter categorisation, but in a strange way she was all for it, whatever felt this good simply had to be explored, and with quiet obedience, she was now proving herself quite the enthusiastic little explorer.