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 Home Alone (F mast scat anal)

   Description: The increasing need to shit combined with an empty house
leads to some very naughty, very dirty, play.

   ...

   It had been building in me all day...  I could feel the edges of the
big, hard log of poo rubbing up against the lining of my bowels and
pressing against my sphincter, pleasantly messaging it.  It was making me
really horny.

   I neglected going to the bathroom for a while.  I wanted to savor it,
wanted to feel inside me until I was dripping wet and could really do
something with it.  So I held it in, and every once in a while during the
afternoon, it would make an attempt to exit, and I'd clench and my face
would turn pink while I struggled to hold it in.  A little fart would slip
loose and I'd almost loose it...  almost.  But in the end, I managed to
keep it under control.

   I made it until sundown.  When I got home, my family wasn't there, gone
on a trip for a couple of days.  I relished having the house to myself.  I
could turn the music up loud, dance around, go places I normally avoided...
like the master bedroom bathroom, for instance.

   The master bathroom was extremely luxurious and squeaky clean, boasting
decadent mirrors and draperies on the windows, gold sink handles, and a
beautiful tile floor.  The bath tub was like a spa, big enough for two to
fit comfortably, no doubt designed for some hot romancing when the children
were away.  Decorating the edge of the spa, a large array of bath oils,
scents, beads, etc.  waited to tempt the user into taking a long, hot soak.

   Normally I never entered the bedroom, much less the bathroom, but with
the masters of the bedroom gone, it was open to my use...  as long as I
left no trace.  So I undressed and put on a bathrobe, then grabbed my bag
of toiletries and headed upstairs to that holy sanctum.

   I entered, and it was like a different existence.  Immediately, I turned
on the water to hot and began to fill the tub, pouring fragrant lavender
beads into the running water, followed by bubbles.  As the tub filled, my
bowels lurched, reminding me of my original purpose.

   Clenching my gut in anticipation, I reached into my bag and grabbed my
dildo, fastening it with it's suction to the perfectly suited tile that the
tub was situated in.  Then I took my robe off, savoring the sight of my
naked body in the mirror, and turned toward the long, hard phallus that
awaited me.

   I sat down and reclined next to it, leaning against the wall, and
reached a hand down, feeling the wetness between my legs.  It was beginning
to drip down towards my tight ring, so I began to help it along with my
fingers, rubbing my clit, then dipping a finger in to collect some
lubricant and smearing it over my bulging anus.  I got wetter and wetter,
feeling it inside me and touching myself, until I couldn't resist anymore
and started to press against my ring until the tip of my finger sank in. 
At first, there was just soft flesh, but then it gave way and my finger
collided with the hard tip of a massive log of shit.  So solid was it that
when I removed my finger, there was no smear of shit on it.  My favorite
kind.

   I worked my finger back in and started to swirl it around the end of the
shit, stretching the walls of my anal canal and preserving the shape of the
log.  After a while, I slipped another finger in.  As I messaged the inside
of my ass, I felt the log begin to move, the muscles of my ass stimulated
by my motions.  I quickly removed my fingers and clenched, sucking it back
in.  I was ready.

   I approached slid my ass towards the dildo, placing my crotch next to
it. Then I rubbed my wet opening against it, lubing it up with my juices
and stimulating my clit.  I plunged it into my pussy once to make sure it
was good and ready, and then lifted myself up and positioned it at my
asshole.  Feeling the tip pressing in, I slowly sat down.  The head popped
in.  I felt the fullness I was already experiencing begin to double in
pleasure, the phallus of the dildo meeting with the phallic shit in my ass.
I applied more pressure and more of the dildo slid in, halfway down.  At
this point, it was getting painful and my gut gave a twinge.  So I bared
down with my ass and began to push as if shitting, and then pressed down
further and further.  I knew that the perfect shape of the shit would now
be ruined as the shit was forced around the tip of the dildo.  I pushed
harder, wanting the shit to squish around the dildo, and make it even
thicker inside me.  And then it was all the way in, and I was so full... 
it felt amazing.

   And so I began to slowly fuck myself, lifting up and down, pushing with
my gut all the while as if to shit, trying to make the shit squish around
the dildo enough that it would begin to emerge, plastered onto the dildo's
sides, so that I could feel the lumpy textures of the digested mass fucking
me, fucking me with my own poo.

   As I went faster, it finally emerged at the end, squished, but still
solid in texture, clinging to the dildo and making my body twitch in
ecstasy.  As I went on, it started collecting at the bottom and I was
sitting on it every time I rammed the dildo in, and it was squishing
against the skin of my butt.  With this, I finally lost it and began to
cum, entire body twitching, legs lost in an uncontrollable pleasure, head
thrown back...  it was amazing.

   As the last of the powerful orgasm rolled through me, and my sphincter
stopped clenching around my shitty dildo, I pulled the phallus out of my
ass, clenching my butt to save the rest that wasn't yet squished.  What I
was left with was a shit stick, large globs of solid poo stuck on like
putty with bits of half-digested food sticking out...  some almonds, a
little bit of undigested corn...  the sexy textures that had brought me
over the edge.

   I left the dildo there for the moment.  For now, there was something
else I wanted to do.  I went back downstairs, still naked, butt smeared in
shit.

   I arrived in the kitchen, also bright and clean in beautiful tile,
remodeled by my dad.  I came up to the island in the center, a white tiled
tall counter where food was prepared for dinner.  The scene of my next
crime.

   I stepped on a stool and sat up on the counter, sullying it with my
dirty ass.  But more than that was about to happen.  My pussy started
dripping again just thinking about what I was about to do.  And then I
started to push.

   The tip of what was left of the hard log began to emerge.  I kept my ass
firmly against the cold white tile surface, and felt the shit hit it...  as
I pressed harder, the shit came easier and really started moving.  There
was no stopping it now.  It began to pile up in my ass crack and crotch. 
The shit became softer as it came out, newer shit from more recent, less
fibrous meals.  It gushed and squished around the opening of my vagina,
sullying my pussy lips and clit.  As it hit the open air, I placed my hands
on either side so that it would be forced to stay under me.  Some of it
began to enter my open pussy, and it was all over my ass.  The huge load
became a dirty seat, and I squished in it like thick mud, the smell hitting
me and making me high with naughty pleasure.

   Finally, the load came to it's end.  I pressed out the final globs of
soft shit onto the counter and then lifted myself up to look.  It was
everywhere, the light brown reduced to paste.  I sat back down in it.  I
wasn't finished.  I started to furiously rub my shitty shitty clit and
finger myself, paying no attention to the globs of shit entering my vagina
except to moan in ecstacy at the sensations.  I came in no time, another
mind-blowing orgasm spasming throughout me.  As it ended, I panted and lay
back, still in the shit, breathing hard, head spinning, light-headed.  It
felt so fucking good.

   I lay there for a while, savoring it before getting up, satisfied,
thinking: the bathtub awaits.