Getting the Brown Ball Rolling

I licked my middle finger and slid it carefully into her arsehole, seeking, while my cock pistoned in her cunt. "Ruri-chan!" I whispered. "I want it, I want you to shit!" Indeed, she was full: I could feel a turd right at her door, moving against my finger as my cock-thrusts squeezed the space inside her.

"Oh...fuck...don't...move!" Ruriko gasped. "Ohhh..." I halted my movements inside her, and felt her muscles push powerfully and her shit come forth. It pushed my finger out, and I gazed on her anus as the turd splayed it open. "Oh my God, Ruriko. So amazing, so sexy, oh wow, it's coming," I gibbered, transfixed by the sight of her two holes stretched around two firm poles, one on its way out and one so engorged in such a tight pussy-grip that I felt it might never get out. I stopped moving, entranced, and Ruriko expelled a thick, dense, lightly-ridged, long lump; then another, shorter and smoother. They fell only a few centimetres, to where my waist was squashed up against her arse cheeks while her cunt held my cock as in a vice. She was trembling, and I had to keep going, had to. I picked up one turd, leaving the other to fall to the floor, and resumed fucking Ruriko's sopping pussy. In and out, and she responded, pushing her butt back into me as I filled her; and I smeared the turd in my hand over her arse, heedless of bits getting on me and on her hips as I gripped her. As she felt herself getting covered in it, she began to let out a high, continuous wail, and her movements encouraged me to thrust faster, and I held her hips tight and fucked harder. Faster and faster I slid in and slid out of her tightness, louder and louder she wailed, and she came with a long, long "Aaaah!" that shuddered through her.

After a minute's rest, we trooped into the shower and cleaned ourselves, as well as the floor, then towelled off, brushed our teeth and went to bed. Or rather: Ruriko had laid futons out for me next to hers, and we got under the kakebuton - the duvet thing - and cuddled.

Five minutes later, we had decided we were not that sleepy. My erection was back and pressing against Ruriko's arse-crack as I held her, and she was not lying still but had one hand between her legs and the other squeezing one nipple. I pushed my cock down between her thighs; she opened her lips for me and I slid inside her once again.

"Nigel," Ruriko said, "what do you think? About...it?"

"About...piss...pissing and shitting?"

"Yes. Did you like watching me walking when I needed to pee?"

"It made my cock hard, looking forward to seeing you let it go."

"Did you like watching me pee in my pants on the bench?"

"I'd never thought about watching a girl do that. Now, it seems like it'll be a waste if you ever pee without letting me see, and I want to see you do it naked, do it in your pants and in trousers, do it on me, do it on the street, do it everywhere!"

"Then I will." Ruriko paused, reached back and coated her fingers in the juices covering my cock, then sucked them as she pushed herself harder against me. "Did you like peeing on me, and peeing in my mouth?"

"Yeah...I like that best because it was you, Ruri-chan. I think, to be honest, it's pretty sexy to watch any girl...woman...peeing herself, but when I think about peeing on you, on your clothes, on your tits" -- I leant over Ruriko, squeezed one breast lightly and fucked faster into her soft cunt -- "on your pussy, or in your mouth, and seeing you swallow it; somehow it's only you. I don't want to do it to just anyone."

I'm sure I meant it honestly at the time.

Ruriko tried to twist round to kiss me. I grabbed her leg, lifted it up and ducked under it so that we were in a kind of lopsided missionary. I kissed her, and she kissed me back with passion as I jerked more and more strongly in and out, bouncing her whole petite body off the shikibuton, the mattress. In between kisses, she asked, "And what about" -- kiss -- "when you shitted for me" -- kiss -- "and I licked your shit" -- she gasped with pleasure before kissing my upper lip, sucking on it, and swirling her tongue inside it -- "off your cock, and you watched...me...shit..."

Ruriko couldn't get any more words out. She moaned, and held my hips as our fucking reached a feverish speed. I kissed her again, and gasped out, "I totally...loved it! Ruri-chan, I loved seeing you taste...my...shit, and seeing your shit come out and...covering your arse in it...and...fucking you while you...licked your shitty hand, oh God...coming!"

Ruriko's moans had become a continuous shriek of orgasm, but it broke up as I pumped come-thrusts into her hard enough that she couldn't draw steady breath. Eventually I stopped moving, plugging my cum in her twitching pussy, and leant my weight on my elbows. Her entire body was under mine and she looked physically fragile and feminine, but sexy and emotionally powerful. I'd never felt so much like a king since losing my virginity, and never experienced such a dirty-talking girl, full stop.

"I know," I muttered after a while, as we lay and enjoyed the intimacy, "men shouldn't say thank you. But this is different. You've made me a completely new person in one evening. Arigatai yo, honto."

Ruriko pinched my arm playfully. "Don't ever say it again then! Punishment. Kirei ni shinasai yo, clean me."

She pushed me down between her legs. I sucked my cum dutifully out of her cunt, swallowed it, and snuggled up to her. This time, we were asleep in minutes.

Ruriko's radio-station alarm woke us. There wasn't time to play; I made tea and toast while she got dressed and ready for work. I was thinking of accompanying her to her local station -- not Honancho; a closer one -- but Ruriko demurred. She gave me a wet tongue kiss in the doorway, let me stroke her chest, and whispered, "See you later. Don't shit today. Leave me messages, OK?"

Back then, messages meant voicemail. I spent a lazy day browsing some of the vintage clothes shops in the suburbs not far from Ruriko's place, and left her three voicemails: one telling her that I was imagining her pissing her panties on the way to the toilet at work and having to spend the rest of the day commando; one recording the sound of me pissing against a bush in another park; and the last simply letting her know that I felt heavy down below. Then I went shopping for beef and one or two other ingredients that Ruriko had asked me to get, and went back to her flat.

Around six, she came home, and kissed me and fondled my crotch in the entrance-way before taking off her shoes and coming up into the house. She changed out of her work clothes, and came to help me finish preparing the sukiyaki. When it was ready to go, we put down the knives and Ruriko pulled me to her. "Now," she asked, her hands kneading my arse cheeks, "you have something for me? I want..."

One of her hands tracked down, pushing through my trousers into my crack, and the other moved up to her breasts. She pinched and squeezed them, and I pressed her whole body into me in the hug for a minute before seeing what she wanted to do this time.

"Come on then, darling. Let me give it to you. How do you want me?" We walked through to the bathroom again, and Ruriko slipped out of her dress and faced me. That was all she had been wearing. She cupped her breasts in her hands.

"These..." her palms bounced the small globes gently and her fingers stroked down, over her nipples and around; "do it here." She lay down on her back, and I stepped over her, looking down at her face; but before I crouched she put her hands on my legs and pushed, to turn me. "I want to see it better. Please? Let me see it."

I was ready to go. I turned to face her feet, crouched and relaxed, and piss hosed out of me over her belly and neat pubic bush. Ruriko put her hands on my arse and spread it. As I felt movement, she began talking to herself quietly: "Ohh, so thick...iyaa...sexy...kehh..."

I finished, hearing a faint slap as it fell onto her body, and felt her let go of my cheeks. One of her fingers stroked just once down over my hole, and I turned round to see her smearing my turd -- it was thick indeed, but not too hard -- from the middle of her chest outward over those firm tits. She looked at me -- it was strange, neither of us was especially turned on at the moment, but we were just as fascinated and compelled, rather than repulsed, by the filthiness and taboo. Without a word, I knew we would both be replaying the scene in our minds within a few hours, and probably also days and weeks later -- in fact I can visualise it pretty clearly now nearly twenty years later, including the devilishness of Ruriko's smile and the feeling of overpowering desire for her, for rolling scat play into sex with her.

We took a shower, put casual clothes back on, and put the broth, vegetables and tofu into the sukiyaki pot and switched it on. We took longer over dinner this time, chatting about the shops I'd been to and a couple of her colleagues that she'd once introduced me to, knowing that neither of us had to be awake early in the morning. Afterwards, we sat on her sofa and watched some TV, without paying it much attention. She lay back sideways with her head on the armrest and stretched her legs across mine, and I stroked up and down them. With each pass, I let my fingertips reach a little further, until I was brushing up against the curls of her coal-black bush. Ruriko gave a murmur of appreciation, but nothing more; I took hold of her thighs and pulled her along the sofa on her bottom at the same time as pushing her knees back onto her chest, and her dress fell open, exposing her. I stroked again, starting at her calves, past her knees on the outside, moving inwards as I trailed my fingertips along her thighs, and now getting right up to her plump, dark labia before turning round and stroking back down. Then again, to the same spot, and back. Then again, and along the labia, down to her round, wine-dark anus, and back.

We remarked on the TV programme, pretending that Ruriko's pussy was not getting wet and that I was not getting hard. I stroked harder, and left her legs alone in favour of stroking just on and around her pussy lips, perineum and arsehole. I could hardly reach her clit or pubic mound, as her thighs were together, but I pressed harder at the top of her pussy. Her lips became gradually firmer, and the inner labia grew wetter with her juices as I rubbed and stroked more, working a finger into her vagina, then a second; then back to one and the other into her arse. But after thirty seconds of this Ruriko said, "Stop...too good...don't want to come yet."

I stopped fingering her, and gently withdrew. I raised both fingers, wet and shiny with Ruriko's pussy and arse goo, slowly to my mouth, holding her gaze; but then instead of sucking them myself I gave them a quick kiss and leant over to put them right into her mouth. She sucked and sucked until I couldn't bear having passed up the taste of her, and I pushed her dress all the way up to her waist so that I could spread her legs, lean all the way over and kiss her. My tongue found the taste of her excited pussy, on her tongue and on her lips, and I felt her nipples hard against my chest. I began to play with them, but Ruriko broke the kiss and held my forearms.

"I need to go...come with me."

We rolled off the sofa, and Ruriko stripped me naked. I made to do the same for her, but she shook her head and so we went to the bathroom with her still in her dress. She lifted the seat, but instead of sitting down, turned me to sit there.

"I don't," I began, confused -- she could hardly have been thinking I'd need to go again; her finger to her lips shut me up. She sat down on my lap facing me, so her pussy was just two inches from my cock, lifted her dress up above her tits with both hands, and began to piss. Most of it showered my cock, warm and intimate; occasionally a stray spurt hit my legs; as she finished it trickled straight down. I caught the last few drops and brought my fingers to my mouth exactly as I had done earlier when they were sticky with her other liquid, then stopped and moved them to her mouth -- then reversed and sucked them myself. "Heyyy!" Ruriko complained, but I sucked off every last drop of her piss before letting her kiss me to taste it herself. She kissed me repeatedly, smacking her lips on mine while tracing her fingers on my chest, touching my nipples and pinching gently; then put her hands on my thighs, got up and whispered, "Don't move." She paused, and added, grinning, "I will clean you."

She pushed my legs together so that there was almost no gap between them and my cock and balls were held slightly uncomfortably, sat down on my thighs but facing away from me this time, leant forward and said, "Watch." Her arsehole came into view just above my crotch, and I reached round under her arms on both sides, played with her breasts, and watched her arse. After only a few seconds it twitched and popped open, and Ruriko pushed out a long oak-dark shit log that landed and folded over right on top of my cock. It was so erotic that I could think of nothing but Ruriko: I wanted to kiss her, kiss the log, fuck her, hold her to me, do simply everything with her. I pulled harder on her tits and said, "More, have you got any more? Cover my cock in your shit, Ruri-chan, cover me."

She tried, but only a baby-carrot of shit came out to land on top of the first log and my cock, stiffening again. Even that, emerging through her open ring of dark muscle, sent another pulse of lust through me, and I wiped two fingers over her hole because I could not stand not to have some of her taste in my mouth. As I licked her shit off my fingers, Ruriko got down, knelt beside me, took my cock in one hand and scooped up her excrement with the other. In her hand, I throbbed and hardened and grew; she stared at me, and I said again, "Cover me."

She pressed the shit against my cock, and it squashed. The warmth and softness of her filth was sensually extreme, and feeling it on one side only was immediately inadequate. "Get it all over. Get your shit all over my cock, make it a shitcock before you clean it, oh fuck, so sexy..." I was too close to coming, and I had to shut up; I knew Ruriko wouldn't want that yet. She painted and smeared until I hardly had a recognisable cock, rather a large brown dildo, and then said:

"Now what shall I do?"

It was a different animal from the previous evening. That had been a single smear, though thick. This was at least two-thirds of a whole turd and I could feel its pressure weighing on my erection like getting hard while still in underwear. But the answer was obvious, nevertheless: "Clean me, like you said. Clean this filthy shitty cock you've made."

Ruriko bent her head, put out her tongue, and slowly touched it to the base of my shaft. She licked a little, and a little more, and then dragged her tongue firmly all the way up to the head. I let out a sigh of pleasure, and she took the whole head into her mouth, and sucked briefly. She licked around the corona, and sucked again; licked quickly from the base up the shaft to the head, and sucked again. She kept this up, alternating licking me clean with sucking the top, until I was close to clean and close to coming, then pulled a few centimetres off, tilted her face up and opened her mouth so I could see in. It was brown: properly brown. Her lips were brown; her tongue was brown except at the very edges; there was a pool of brown saliva at its base. I moaned.

Ruriko caught my eye, and swallowed, and put her mouth back on me. She knew I was close; she sucked faster, and reached up with one hand to pinch my nipple again, until jets of my cum shot into her dirty mouth. Spurt after spurt went in, and Ruriko kept her mouth over my glans until I was still. I didn't have the energy to ask her to show me her mouth again, but I didn't have to; she straightened her back so her face was only just below mine, opened wide so I had a close up view of a white puddle edged with khaki, swallowed and opened again.

"Remember that," she said.

I didn't think I'd ever forget, but that wasn't her point. We showered (yet again) and Ruriko cleaned her teeth for about a quarter of an hour, then we went to bed, and she started asking questions.

"Nigel, tell me what it felt like when you watched me touch my breasts with your shit."

I felt no need to dirty-talk myself to another come after exploding so well just earlier, but I got the idea after two nights running: Ruriko loved me describing what she'd been doing and bringing herself to climax by talking and running replays in her mind. I saw that she had her hand between her legs and was moving it slowly.

"It hypnotised me. The strength of it, the way it just shouldn't be there but once it's there it draws you to it. Seeing you touching your tits, rubbing your nipples" - I began to rub them, as I spoke -- "but making them dirty as you did it, it was so sexy because it's something you could never do in front of other people, but you did it with me. I was thinking about it just now, before I came."

"It was such a sexy feeling...the stickiness on my breasts, so good...tell me about tasting my pee, why didn't you give me any..."

"Obviously, because your pee is too delicious; I couldn't help it, it was so hot on my cock, so erotic to have you on my lap like that as though you were dressed to go out somewhere...we should do that outdoors, come out without pants under your dress or skirt and sit on my lap somewhere, and pee on me...I just had to taste it and drink it. I love your piss-taste. Umami, salt, the tiniest bit bitter, I could drink a glassful."

"I can pee in a glass for you...as well as pee on your lap outdoors, somewhere public; oh!" Ruriko's hand was moving faster now. It wasn't an accident that she had introduced me to all this in a public park, even if it had been empty as far as we could tell; she had definitely just boosted her arousal with the word 'public'. "And when I've finished...use your hand..."

"...yes...between your legs, I'll get the last drops of your piss on my hand, and my fingers, and then..."

"...I'm going to suck them."

"And kiss me. I'll taste your piss on your tongue and in your mouth," I said, assuming this would help Ruriko continue to get off but also from a literal unwillingness for her to get away with pissing on me and not letting me taste it.

"Mmm...and tell me...about what I did after I peed on you..."

Ruriko took hold of my cock with her free hand and rubbed her pussy harder; she was close. One phrase, I guessed, would do it.

"It was about the most erotic thing I've ever seen. You bent forward so your arsehole was pointing right at me, I could see it easily. It opened out and I saw your shit inside...and it came out onto my cock...and I wiped my fingers over your hole and got a little bit on them, and I sucked your shit, and it was so...wrong...sexy...and you covered my cock in it, so warm and filthy and I told you to clean me..."

"...yes...you told me to clean your cock, and I did it..."

"...you licked your shit off my cock. You licked your shit and sucked your shit and ate your shit. I saw it in your mouth..."

"Ohhh...ohhh..."

I kissed Ruriko vigorously and put my hand on top of hers as she gripped my penis like a stress-relief ball. "Yeah, Ruri-chan...you ate it...and you sucked me more," kiss, kiss, "and I came in your mouth," kiss, kiss, "and you showed me your mouth, and you...swallowed...your...shit...and...my...cum!"

Ruriko bucked and shouted, and squeezed me so hard I thought my cock would take up the shape of a cotton reel permanently. I held her as she rode her hand, relaxed her grip eventually, and breathed in a slower rhythm, until we drifted off.

I woke to a pair of feet against my chest: Ruriko had obviously turned round during the night. I couldn't see a clock and didn't want to wake her if it was still early, so I planted a kiss on one toe, stroked her calf, and dozed. Fifteen minutes or an hour and a half later, who knows, I woke again and felt definitely more refreshed; the daylight seemed to say it was well past dawn. I assumed so, and took Ruriko's whole big toe into my mouth and sucked, holding her ankle. I kept it all in, sucked all the way from its base up to the nail, and licked down between it and the second toe.