Emily:
Sal's Weird Girlfriend
by Mecca
The turd was already beginning to flow out of Emily's asshole, but she grunted one more for good measure. What felt like a thick turdlet splashed into the toilet. That was it. That was all she had.
She spread her legs and examined her latest production. It wasn’t very long or thick, but it still gave her pussy a little twinge. And best of all, someone had heard her poop. Emily was an exhibitionist, and loved to be heard, especially when using the toilet.
There were few things hotter to Emily than taking a nice big shit. Even when alone, she enjoyed the feeling, smell, and sight of her own defecation. It was even better when someone watched or heard her. She knew it was wrong, but she often saved her dumps for public restrooms so she could be witnessed. They say that you're not supposed to expose others to your kink, but she couldn't help it. And that was what the bathroom was for, anyway. No matter how she lived her life, she would have to use public facilities at some point and expose innocent bystanders to the sounds and smells of her defecation.
She wondered how her neighbor felt right now. Was the woman embarrassed for Emily? Emily felt bad exposing others to the smell of her shit, but she liked to imagine that the woman enjoyed her audio and olfactory show, even if it was just in a comical way. Maybe the woman was shocked at Emily's unbridled, loud grunting and thinking about how shameless Emily was. But maybe the neighbor was also masturbating, getting off to Emily's luscious girlturds right now.
Emily rubbed her clit like a lottery scratcher, coughing to cover up the schlickety-schlick of her wet pussy being manipulated. She paused again because she felt like her noises were becoming too obvious.
Emily had been caught before. One time, while jilling off in the women’s lavatory, a woman said aloud, “What kind of woman masturbates in the bathroom?” and exited. Emily had turned a deep crimson and stopped her favorite bathroom activity, giving her an awful case of blue walls.
However, that was years ago. Emily was much more discreet nowadays. Or at least she took more caution. She had a variety of bathroom noises she could make to cover up her activities, and she only rubbed with rapid-fire fingers when she was close. Right now, she was on the edge. But it was too quiet to continue her intense rubbing, so she slowly undulated her fingers over her clitoris with ninja-like discretion until she came. Emily opened her mouth in silent ecstasy and sucked in a half-breath as the explosion reverberated from her wet cunt. She hoped the quick inhalation hadn’t given her away as a single tear dropped from her right eye. Emily grimaced with her bittersweet conclusion: it felt euphoric, but why was she so fucked up?
Emily ignored her negative thoughts and swam in the delicious post-orgasmic reverie. In her fantasy, she stood nude, center stage in an auditorium; a heaping pile of her stool at her feet. She was embarrassed, but immensely turned on to have shown her most secretive act to a crowd of applauding men and women. It was glorious.
After some time, she came back to reality. Emily slowly and carefully bent over on her porcelain throne and looked to the stall on her left. There were no more shoes. She heard the sound of the restroom door closing. Her neighbor had finished her business and left. It was time for Emily to go as well. Emily wiped, flushed, and left the stall.
Emily was a gorgeous young woman, by anyone’s standards. Long brown hair, clear skin, large expressive eyes, an adorable button nose, and an impossibly thin figure made her the envy of all her female classmates, and the target of all her male classmates. Even the occasional college professor would flirt with her. Unfortunately for them, she was taken.
Perhaps they wouldn’t be so interested if they knew her dirty secret. She loved to shit and be seen shitting. It was embarrassing, but so hot! Watching others shit didn't do much for her, much to the relief of her boyfriend. Although she occasionally liked the porn where women were caught pooping somewhere. The only thing hotter was to take a nice hard cock up her ass.
While it was easy to find men who would fuck her ass, it was incredibly difficult to find a man who liked to watch women shit. Even her boyfriend wasn’t a fan. But he loved her, and seemed to enjoy her kinks as long as she was involved. Her boyfriend, Sal, would join her in the bathroom when she pooped, seemingly amused, but definitely not turned on until she stripped down and begged for his dick.
Emily had just shat, so she was pretty horny, despite already giving herself an orgasm. So her mind-numbingly boring anthropology class was torture to spend the next 45 minutes in as she thought about putting things up her butt. She doodled cute feminine butts in the margins of her notes: cute butts shitting, farting, waiting for dicks. She tried to pay attention to the lesson and tried not to think of her boyfriend, but visions of dicks danced in her head and she barely made it to the end of class before texting Sal.
U up?
Sal was a late sleeper, so he still might be in bed, even though it was noon. Emily chewed on her nail nervously until she got the response.
Yeah, just eating breakfast.
Emily laughed. Of course he was just eating breakfast at lunchtime. She texted that she was heading over. She was happy that they’d reached the point in the relationship where she no longer had to ask to come over when he was home.
Ten minutes later, Emily was knocking on his door, her bottom already tingling in anticipation. Sal opened up.
“So guess what I’ve been up to?” she asked.
“Watching porn?” he smiled.
“No. Well, not since last night. I had anthro class, but right before I had to piss.”
“Before you continue, Greg’s here.”
Emily shrugged, but waited until they had gotten into Sal’s room to continue.
“So, I’m just in the girls’ room, peeing and I realize I have to take a dump!”
“Lord,” Sal said. He rolled his eyes and closed the door. She knew he wasn’t into her pooping stories, but he seemed to love how much it riled her up.
“So I start rubbing, you know, down there and ripping farts when someone comes in! So I push all loud- UNNNNGH- because I had an audience, right?”
“Nice. Was your, uh, BM large?”
Emily opened her mouth in light surprise. She knew he wasn’t really interested, but he was asking because he knew how she loved telling her stories. He still used the medical-sounding term “BM”, though, which she didn’t think was sexy as “poo”, “poop”, and “shit”. She supposed that it was equally weird that she was shy about saying the words “pussy” or even “vagina”, while Sal was quite fond of saying those.
“Fuck, it felt big!” she affirmed “But its bark was bigger than its bite, if you know what I mean. Ever since I started just eating yogurt for breakfast, I have these tiny shits. …I don’t why I’m telling you all this.”
Sal smiled. “Because it turns you on.”
Emily dropped her head in shame and looked up at Sal. “Yeahhh,” she admitted. “What about you? How was the game last night?”
The couple chatted a bit, then started making out. Emily felt relief when Sal finally ran his muscular hands across her bottom and squeezed. “Oh my God, I’m so horny,” she said. She led him into the bathroom.
“I thought you already went,” said Sal, closing the bathroom door.
“I did, but I want to try again.” Emily dropped her jeans and panties to her ankles, plopped her bottom on the toilet seat, and leaned onto her left leg so he could see her anus. Sometimes she sat backwards to give him a better view, but she wasn’t even sure that she could produce anything right now, so there was no need to try uncomfortable positions.
Emily’s butthole pursed like lips as she furrowed her eyebrows and pushed. Sal merely watched from the corner, more curious than aroused. He did love seeing her naked bottom all exposed. After about a minute of Emily making her asshole huff and puff, she gave up. Sal could see the disappointment on her face. “Could you go get my douche from my backpack?” she asked glumly.
Sal placed a hand on the doorknob. “I’m gonna open the door,” he warned her.
“Hurry up!”
Sal sighed and left the bathroom, leaving the door open with his pantsless girlfriend on the toilet. She didn’t want to pull up her pants if he was going to be right back. Additionally, the idea that his roommate might pass by and see her naked bottom on the toilet was pretty hot. Sal closed the door as he returned.
Emily filled the red rubber enema bulb with water and squirted it up her asshole. She didn’t flinch or show any signs that her bowels were full of water, until she sat back down, spread her legs and, after a long waiting period, released the brown water into the commode. Like a small dump, her enema releases were only mildly arousing. Emily preferred both thick dumps and thick dicks to stretch her anal ring. Still, she wore the biggest grin as she watched the water flow. Butts were so amusing. Her body was amazing.
Emily redressed after drying off and she and Sal laughed, sneaking back into his room. The pre-anal sex ritual was almost complete, and they both were looking forward to getting naughty.
Emily wasn’t an anal-only girl, not even with Sal, who preferred it like she did. But most of their sex was anal. While she had always liked to poop and be seeing pooping, she discovered anal pleasures late in puberty. Her interest and joy in seeing things come out of her butthole naturally led to a curiosity about things going into her butthole. By the end of high school she’d lost her anal cherry. After that, she spent the first two years of college dropping her anus on every cock she could find. She also began masturbating almost exclusively to anal porn.
Back in Sal’s room, they were both naked. Sal anxiously applied cold lube on her anal ring, his cock hardening in anticipation. She shivered and winked her pink asshole at him. She started to complain about the coldness, but stopped herself. Her asshole was hungry and she didn’t want to do anything to delay its feeding.
“Shall we start with the plug?” asked Sal.
“Just put it in!” Emily whined, arching her back in frustration. She felt so empty and so wet.
If they hadn’t done much foreplay, Sal would stretch her asshole a bit with her buttplugs. She was clearly ready to go now, however.
Emily braced as Sal pushed his hard cock into her quivering pink asshole with ease. It felt wonderful to finally be filled up again with that warm, familiar feeling. It felt so natural. She should’ve just been born with a cock in her ass. There was only a bit of discomfort as her anal sphincter adjusted to his thick cock. Sal began his first few pumps.
“Fuck, that’s good,” was all Sal said.
“Yeah, fuck my ass,” said Emily, grimacing. There was always initial discomfort unless they had lots of foreplay, or she had just dropped a huge turd. But it was rare that Sal would let her have any dick after she just took a dump, unless she gave herself an enema first.
Emily arched her back and engaged in more dirty talk to get her in the mood. “Yeah, fuck me up my poop chute. Fuck me up my sloppy shit hole.” She could feel Sal’s dick hardening in her anal canal. Her anus hurt a little, but feeling the weight in her colon was magical. When he was at full hardness he could hit her A spot, which never failed to make her cum. She imagined his cock tunneling through her shit-caked insides, growing bigger and stronger.
Sal also was a bit turned off by her scatological dirty talk, but it was easy to stay hard when he was fucking a perfect ten up the butt. “Yes, yes!” Emily moaned through gritted teeth. “Push my shit in!”
Shit-talking notwithstanding, Sal was rock hard now. He began slamming his dick deep into her butt with slow strokes. Her whimpers and grunts turned to moans of delight. Her rim was getting a good stretching. The pain was essentially gone.
Emily felt her pussy, her useless pussy getting wet. While it wasn't literally useless, it had never given her the quality orgasms her asshole had. Her pussy was for masturbating while something thick pushed out of or into her ass. But when she had a real dick up her butt, there was no need to masturbate. In fact, touching her vulva right now would feel like she was cheating on her ass. If she could ever fit her own fist up her ass, she probably would never touch her pussy again.
She felt an orgasm approaching in the distance already. Sal sped up his strokes and she imagined what the head of his thick dick looked like with each stab; pressed up against the walls of her colon. “God, yes! Fuck me… up my dirt hole! Fuck me in the shitter!”
Sal shushed her. “Greg, baby,” he reminded her.
Emily turned her head back at him and smiled devilishly, “Fuck my pooper?” Sal smiled.
It was so hot to talk about her asshole's second most important function while getting buggered, Emily reflected. After all, anal sex felt like continuously releasing an impossibly long and intimidatingly large turd. Only when she thought about pooping, had she cum without touching her clit. Someday she even wanted to be fucked anally while her colon was packed full of shit.
Emily had long known that she was the weird one, and was so thankful to Sal for putting up with her shit, literally. It made her feel cherished knowing that even though he didn’t get off to seeing her shit nor talking about her mucky bowels, he still watched her defecate, fucked her shithole, and let her talk about her girlturds when they were alone together.
Emily felt close, and her cunt was drooling on the sheets. She just gripped the bed harder to prevent herself from rubbing her clit to orgasm. She knew she could do this without touching.
Sal pulled out and inspected his handiwork. Her asshole was a wide open hole. Emily blushed, but didn’t move except to unconsciously wink her asshole, closing it slightly but not completely. She knew he loved looking at her anus as much as she loved showing it to him. Sometimes she would moon him during breakfast or in the grocery store so that he could see her little wrinkled butthole for just a second. It always turned him on and it always gave her such a rush. Even now, how it turned her on to see his glazed-over eyes, like he was looking at some holy treasure.
Sal resumed fucking her ass, clapping her ass cheeks with quick, deep strokes. Emily welcomed the return of his dick and fell into a trance from the good vibrations her ass was sending her. He was hitting the A spot, a little-known spot a bit further in her vaginal canal than the G-spot. While she’d read about girls who could hit the A spot by having vaginal sex with large cocks, she’d never managed to make that happen. But several of her big-dicked lovers had hit the A spot during anal. Sal was a pro at it.
“Oh, my little dirtbox...” she said, drooling from the lips on her face this time. While manipulating her clit or G-spot felt good, the A-spot was out of this world! If she touched her pussy now, she would just slow herself down.
By the time she felt Sal’s hands on her tits, Emily was gone, moaning from the spikes of profligate pleasure with every stroke. She tried to be nice to Sal and scream something that wouldn’t let his roommate know exactly how kinky they were. What did regular people call it? An “asshole”, right.
“Ooh, shit! God! My asshole! Fuck, Sal!” Emily moaned loudly, barely in control of her own body. “Thank you, thank you!” Emily squealed before the orgasm hit.
It hit so hard, Emily thought she heard breaking glass. She bellowed the loud moan of a mourning widow and it reverberated around the room. There was no way that Greg hadn’t heard, and she didn’t care. Her moans would probably just make Sal look like a stud. Sal just laughed, pounding away, happy that she cleaned up her dirty talk when she got really loud.
Sal and Emily kept it up until he brought her to another orgasm and only then did Sal finally baste her guts with his come.
Sal, lied on the bed, out of breath. “Oh my god, that was amazing,” he said. He turned to her. “Don’t you want to go to the bathroom?”
Emily sucked in her bottom lip. “I want to keep your spunk inside me for a little bit longer.”
“Come enema?”
Emily laughed and nodded. She was still buzzing from the orgasms and the come brewing in her ass. She lied on her stomach as Sal lied on his back, sweating on the sheets. Emily thought about the poop she had taken this morning, and how maybe her poops would be bigger if she had a bigger butt. “Sometimes I wish my butt was bigger,” she said. She looked at Sal for a reaction but he seemed to be asleep. She decided she was right: she’d be much sexier with a bigger butt, even if it didn't make her dumps larger. If her anus was larger, she could probably do anal with no warm up, without the initial discomfort.
After a few minutes of enjoying her post-orgasmic meditation, she felt the need to go. “C’mon,” she prodded Sal.
Sal woke and immediately frowned. “Go without me. I'm so tired.”
“Pleeeease,” she said, batting her eyelashes.
“So tired…”
“Pretty pleeease.” Sal gave in and they snuck into the bathroom, where Emily sat backwards on the commode. She enthusiastically watched Sal's reaction as she farted out his come. He looked a little bored.
“Yaaay.” Sal raised his hands up in sarcastic enthusiasm. Emily frowned, but understood. It was fine. She was the weirdo, after all. Guys didn’t really like seeing women go to the bathroom except for a few guys on the internet. In real life, Sal put up with her perverted fantasies. And she loved him for it.
Epilogue
Emily had been gone for fifteen minutes when Greg came out of his room. Sal, who had been playing on his phone, looked up guiltily.
“Sorry about that,” Sal said. “Did you hear-“
“I hate you so... so much,” Greg said blankly.
Sal laughed nervously.
Epilogue 2 – Much Later
Emily sat on the toilet with her right leg lifted off the seat. She pulled up her right buttcheek with her right hand and rested her entire weight on her left leg. She was bottomless, wearing only her shirt and sweater.
“Can you see?” she asked.
“Yep,” said Sal. He could see her entire asshole. She knew he was probably just excited that he was going to get to fuck her ass after this.
“Gotta big one today. Unngh,” Emily grunted. “MMM! Ehh.” She grunted once more and finally felt the movement. “There we go. The train's coming.” The tip of the chocolate brown stool poked out of her pink anal ring, widening it. “Train’s here.” She let it go at its own pace. The thick turd slowly flowed out of her ass, inch after inch, getting longer and longer. “Chugga chugga, chugga chugga, poo poo!” She smiled at her small joke. Sal chuckled, covering his nose.