Barely legal 18 - My girlfriend shitting in my house

Eighteen years old, freshly graduated from high school, my girlfriend Emma came to visit me. She walked into my house with a bounce in her step and a smile on her face, carrying her favorite snacks and drinks for the weekend. I couldn't help but feel proud of her, more so now that she was my girlfriend. My thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her finger trace along the coffee table. I followed her gaze to the shiny brown smear that marred the wooden finish.

I rushed to her side, worried about what might've happened. "Emma, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

Emma looked up at me, her cheeks flushed with guilt. "Well, umm... I wasn't feeling well and I thought I could hold it in until we went to the bathroom, but... I guess my stomach had other plans."

Emma bit her lower lip, visibly trembling from embarrassment. My eyes traced down her body, from her bulging belly to the noticeable dampness between her legs. I instinctively knew what had happened but played dumb. "Wow, I'm sorry to hear that. Let's get you to the bathroom then."

I couldn't help but notice the excited twitch in Emma's pussy as she climbed off the couch and allowed me to lead her towards the bathroom. My mind wandered to thoughts of her excrement, of what it might look like, or how it would smell. I tried shaking the thoughts away, but they persisted as we approached the bathroom door.

As I opened the door and guided her inside, my heart leapt into my throat – there was a veritable mountain of mess on the floor, barely contained within the toilet bowl. "Oh my God, Em! This is so much!" I exclaimed, shocked yet oddly aroused by the sight before me.

Emma blushed again but didn't deny it. She shifted uncomfortably, her ass cheeks gently clenching together before releasing, signaling her need to defecate again soon. "Well... umm... maybe we should find a different spot for you to do your business until we can clean this up," she suggested timidly.

An idea began to form in my mind... an idea that quickly blossomed into something dark and forbidden. I gulped, feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time. "You know what?" I said boldly, grabbing Emma by the hand and leading her towards the living room where we'd just gotten off the couch. "How about you just leave it here? I mean, after all, this is where you had your accident... why don't you just... keep using this spot?"

Emma's eyes widened in disbelief, but I could see the curiosity and arousal starting to simmer beneath the surface. She bit her lip and nodded slowly, her body seeming to melt into submission as she accepted my proposal. "Okay," she whispered, "but only if you're really sure it's okay with you."

I nodded reassuringly, my heart racing with anticipation. "Absolutely positive. I think it'll be kind of... hot," I managed to say, my voice cracking slightly under the weight of my dark desires. We returned to the living room and sat back down on the couch, our hands trembling slightly as we watched each other.

Emma's ass cheeks tightened once again, signalling her need to empty her bowels again soon. Slowly but surely, she lowered herself back onto the spot where she'd previously taken a shit, spreading her legs slightly in anticipation. I watched as a thick log slipped out of her creamy-white ass, landing with a soft thud on the carpet beneath us. My cock twitched in response, leaking pre-cum onto my jeans.

She looked up at me, her eyes filled with both fear and excitement. "Is this okay?" she asked nervously, referring to both their position and her act of defecating in front of me. I nodded eagerly, my mouth watering at the sight of her beautiful naked ass covered in brown smears and fresh shit.

Emma proceeded to fill my living room with her feces, each movement of her body sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. As she emptied her ass of its contents, we continued to make eye contact, our gazes locked in a forbidden ritual of desire and submission. When she finally finished, she collapsed onto the couch, spent, her cheeks still flushed from embarrassment and arousal.

I leaned forward, kissing her tenderly on the mouth before reaching down and scooping up a handful of her warm, sticky shit. My fingers disappeared into the soft, supple folds of her pussy, coated in a thick layer of her own feces. Without asking for permission, I pressed my dirty, shit-covered fingers against her soft lips, forcing her to taste her own filth. She whimpered softly against my fingers, her tongue darting out to lick at the accumulated mess.

I pulled my fingers from her mouth, leaving a trail of shit behind, and began to explore the rest of her body, coating her skin in warm, sticky fecal matter. With each touch, I felt my desire for her grow stronger, more all-consuming. We continued our dirty, depraved love-making for hours,, Their bodies covered in a thick layer of each other's filth as they lost themselves in their darkest desires. As the sun began to rise outside, signaling the end of their illicit romp, Emma leaned in for one last kiss, their tongues entwined with each other's shit-covered bodies..