The Scat Virgin Diaries, Entry 01

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ENTRY 1

My name is David. I work for a labor company who hires us out to other places who sometimes need extra hands with manual labor, things like that. This past week we've been at a large warehouse helping an electric company move out all their equipment and office supplies because they were moving into a bigger space.

You don't always see the same people every day, but there are a few regulars. Not excluding this one girl, Robin. She wasn't always very open to others, but I had been slowly getting to know her over the past few weeks and had discovered that she was definitely someone I'd be interested in.

She and I were wrapping stacks of chairs with plastic wrap with a few others, as well as this young kid CJ, who was not being as careful about getting to know Robin as he probably could have been. Not that he was being a jerk, or anything like that; his attraction was just so obvious to everyone, to which he himself was oblivious.

So CJ and Robin starting chatting about nothing in particular when my mind drifted, and I happened to glance over toward the loading bay doors. They were all open because we all would've surely melted had they not been. But what I noticed was Michael, the lead supervisor, talking to a young hispanic man who looked to be accompanied by his wife and very young son, no older than four.

I was naturally curious, because usually when new people come in, they don't start halfway through the day, and they don't typically bring their family. Speaking of which, I also couldn't take my eyes off of his wife (assuming that's what she was).

She was short with a small waist but plump ass, and relatively small breasts that were still big enough to have some fun with. Her black hair was in a ponytail that touched her shoulder blades. And she was one-hundred-percent the cutest human being I've ever seen.

I couldn't care less about whatever CJ was saying to Robin at the moment, if they were, in fact, still talking. I was too busy wondering if this was that thing people called "love at first sight." Cliché, I know. But absolutely true. I'd never had any reason to believe it was a thing until this very moment.

A little later in the day, while her husband was on the far side of the floor helping a few other guys with some heavy lifting, she eventually migrated over to our little operation, which had gone from wrapping chairs to stacking tables onto pallets.

I realized that CJ and I must clearly share a similar taste in women (although, I also wouldn't be surprised if that kid just tried to fuck anything with a hole), because once she came over, his attention fled Robin's and went straight to this new girl. She couldn't have been older than 25. (I wanna say CJ was 19 or 20.)

Anyway, after a few minutes of glancing over at her every so often, CJ eventually said to her, "Hi, what's your name?"

At first I just assumed she didn't speak english, because she didn't even flinch at his question. We all continued working in silence for a good few seconds before I repeated, "Que es tu nombre?"

She looked up from her work almost immediately and responded, "Hola. Guadalupe. 'Lupe.' Y tu?"

"I'm David, this is Robin, that's CJ."

"Hello," she greeted us. She continued, surprisingly, in English, "so you do this every day?"

"Yeah, but it's usually different stuff every day," CJ butted in. And honestly, for a moment I was glad that CJ's attention was occupied, because now I'd have some time with Robin. Plus, Lupe was already taken, so, like, keep running up that down-escalator, buddy. I'll be over here taking the stairs to the next level.

Over the next hour, as Robin and I chatted away about common interests and shit, and CJ continued boring Lupe to death, I couldn't help but give Lupe the occasional cursory glance. What I found most interesting was that nearly every time I did, she was there to meet it. My thoughts strayed back from the pale strawberry blonde I actually had a chance with to the adorable, ethnically-sexy married mother.

I wasn't quite sure what was happening. But there was just something mysterious about this woman—something deeper I had yet to discover (but boy, would I discover it).

And over the course of our separate conversations, every now and then Lupe would say something to me, which I'd answer, or vice versa.

She'd notice I was the only one not wearing gloves, and ask me why, to which I'd say sometimes I do, but I don't really mind getting my hands dirty. To which she'd say something like, "Okay," but in a tone I couldn't necessarily read. Was she judging me? Or did she think I was hitting on her? ...Was she trying to hit on me?

This went on until Becca, the supervisor under Michael, called everyone in for lunch. Craft services had prepared tacos, and I remember thinking some lewd comment in my mind like, "I'd sure like to eat Lupe's fuckin' taco."

I couldn't help it. The way we were secretly flirting in plain sight, in-between our respective conversations with Robin and CJ... The amount of times I looked her way only to find she was already looking at me... Those plump hips of hers... It was too much. My mind was racing with the dirtiest fantasies about this girl. I wanted to piss all over her face. I wanted to wholly devour her dirty asshole. My mind hadn't been this filthy in a long time. Like, I would look at scat porn sometimes, but I'd never had the opportunity (and honestly the nerve) to try it beyond masturbation (and even that was a one-time event). But for some reason, my immediate fantasies of this enigmatic woman went straight to scat.

Then something incredible happened:

As everyone made their way to the lunch room, I saw Lupe meet up with her husband and son, but just for a second. She told him something, and he nodded. Her family continued toward the tacos while she headed for the restrooms. And as I watched her open the door, she stopped, turned to me as if she knew I was looking, and smirked.

My brain 'bout shut off. She then shot me a quick little wink and disappeared into the ladies' room.

What the fuck was that? I thought. She must be looking for trouble.

But the question in my mind was... Was I, too?

All my blood was below my waist, at this point, so I couldn't really think straight, and I slowed my pace. I gave an inconspicuous look around to see if anyone else was around.

There wasn't.

I nonchalantly changed direction.

I reached the bathroom door and thought about hesitating, but quickly ruled it out. This was an opportunity I wasn't keen on passing up. I'd go in there, show her a great time, and be out before too long, hopefully. I unfortunately figured all my dirty dreams were far too risky for here and now, but at least I could get all of this semen out of my system and down this milf's hatch.

I let the door close behind me and scanned the room. The stall doors were all wide open except for one: the handicap stall at the end was slightly ajar. I felt my bulge grow as I approached.

I stopped at the door and, simply out of habit, knocked.

"Come in," she said softly.

I pushed open the door and stepped forward, returning it to its previous position without looking; my eyes were too busy.

All of her clothes and jewelry had been haphazardly discarded on the floor against the wall. Lupe sat straddling the closed toilet, fingertips grasping the tank lid like a little girl peeking over the kitchen counter. Her short legs kept her heels from reaching the cold floor tile, but not her toes.

She looked over her shoulder off to the side. Her back was arched.

I wanted to say something, but my tongue was too heavy. She began breathing rhythmically, and then I noticed her asshole pucker up, and stay puckered. Was she about to do what I thought she was? I didn't have time to think about it. Her knuckles whitened. She pressed her tits against the tank.

As she leaned forward it came. I saw it in slow motion: a massive, snaking train of gooey shit. One long, continuous monster being released from her asshole, forming a pile underneath and behind her plump, brown cheeks, atop the lid of her ceramic throne. I couldn't believe my eyes. It seemed like it would never end!

And every few seconds her eyelids would half-close and tremble, and a gentle moan would escape her throat. Not unlike the mound behind her, the bulge in my pants grew larger by the second. And when it was finally over, she squeaked out one last moan, and I wondered if she had brought herself to orgasm simply by shitting for me.

I stood there, unable to speak or breathe, soaking in what I had just witnessed. When I finally began to grasp the situation in which I found myself, I decided to stand there a moment or two longer—just to gaze upon the goddess before me. In this new light I saw her differently. 'Maybe,' I thought, 'I could give love-at-first-sight a chance, after all.'

What she said in that moment instantly turned that 'maybe' into a 'definitely.' She opened her eyes, looked me up and down, then glanced behind her at what she had made... and with a subtle lick of her lip, she sent her invitation:

"Come get your hands dirty."

I went to her without hesitation and knelt down beside the toilet. With my left hand I softly took her cheek and guided her lips to my own; and with my right hand I dug straight in to the steaming feast she had made just for us. My tongue caressed her upper lip and then slipped inside. My middle finger found her asshole and did the same. The goopy warmth surrounding my hand was comforting, and her slippery tongue sent a tingle down my spine all the way to my hips—to my rock hard cock. How I didn't cum right then and there remains a mystery.

I didn't know how it was possible, but as I gently fingered her soft asshole I could've sworn I felt more material inside her. How could there have been so much in one little girl? I didn't actually want to know, of course; I wanted to remain in awe of her power.

At last she moved her hands from the tank cover, and one found its way up my shirt, caressing my bare chest. The other ventured a bit lower. Even through my thick black work jeans she could feel how hard I was. Her other hand soon retreated to help unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. I stood.

She brought them down to my knees as soon as she could and slid down my boxers to come face to face with my dick—possibly the first woman to ever feel it this hard. Even I was amazed at how big it was right then. I could feel a certain electricity within it, a brand new excitement, as if it had finally found what it never knew it'd been searching for.

She brought her hand up to meet it and carefully wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Our eyes met. She lifted her leg over the toilet lid and pivoted to face me. I noticed again her short legs (toes bent, heels up) as she spread apart her knees to reveal her starving, wet pussy.

Never looking away, she slid my throbbing self along down her tongue and into her warm mouth. She began to tease her clit.

Her head moved forward and back, ever wetting my cock, but before long she stopped, and removed me. Our eyes were still locked, and I swear she hadn't blinked for the past minute.

With one hand still holding me, and without breaking eye contact, she scooped up a handful of excrement from beside her and held it up. With an adorable little wink, she brought her hands together with my dick in-between, now surrounded by malleable, gooey shit. She squished and mushed it all over and around the shaft of my penis, leaving no space uncovered—and when was proud of her work she gave me a big smile and a tiny giggle. She closed her eyes once more and fed herself my shitty cock.

It's hard to describe; it was an experience like no other. It was more than just head, yet also on a completely different level than a warm cunt. There was a new dimension of pleasure—that gushy pillow of stuff between my girth and her cheeks. And I could tell her mouth was extra full as her tongue tried to play with me in it all. Some of the shit pushed past her lips and fell onto the ground, sometimes landing on or in-between her toes, which she seemed to enjoy greatly, like a surprise treat. She celebrated by wiggling her toes in it, squishing it through the cracks like play-doh.

Her sweet joy made me aware of how this dirty act we were committing wasn't anything of the sort, to her. It wasn't taboo; it was strictly her pleasure. I wondered how far this girl would go, or was willing to go, to get off. Just how dirty was she?

Seconds later my question was answered when she took her mouth off of my dick to spit out a bit of liquid shit onto her fingertips... and began to massage her clit with it. I knew then that if she really was willing to get this shit on (or in) her pussy, there was nothing she wouldn't do. Sooner or later this girl was gonna want me to fuck her with a dirty-ass dick—and boy, was my dick dirty.

She continued rubbing her clit with more and more vigor, periodically wetting it with more and more shitty spit. The circle of her strokes became wider, eventually reaching down to her taint, encompassing the entire mouth of her vagina. It was dripping with liquid brown and saliva. Her breathing had become heavy.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, taking a deep, relaxing breath. A part of me still couldn't believe this was really happening. It was a dream come true. I'd fantasized about things like this before, and I had accepted their fate as merely fantasies. But this... this was quite literally a dream come true.

All the shit she had smothered over my dick was almost all gone now. Her efforts to clean it had intensified over time, and she was really, really trying to slurp every last drop of it.

She released my cock from its warm bed inside her mouth and began to lick all around the base of my shaft, making sure she hadn't missed anything. The base of my bone tickled at the touch of her twisting tongue. I could feel my balls about ready to burst.

I placed a hand on her head and felt her soft, jet black hair—too soft not to pet. With every stroke of her hair I felt her ultimate beauty. Here I was with an adorable, exotic, married, young mother with my dick in her hands, sitting in her own shit. Why had she chosen me? How did she know this is what I wanted?

But it didn't matter. The truth was, she had chosen me, and she did know what I wanted. She knew what I wanted within the one hour we had known each other. This was the kind of woman I wanted to fall in love with. A woman who can read me; read my heart, my mind; read my most vulnerable thoughts and my dirtiest desires.

And here she was. Right in front of me. Sitting on a public toilet lid in a huge pile of her own excrement. Her beauty was too much for me to handle. I could feel my testicles tingle, and then my shaft began to pulse. I could give her no warning—it was happening now.

The first shot of cum surprised her, and she let out an adorable little squeal, which only made me cum harder. It first went over and behind her ear, but she quickly aimed it for her face and wide-open mouth. Her lips and tongue were stained a golden brown, and there was pasty shit all between her once-white teeth. She closed her eyes as my cum slung onto her olive skin and striped it an ivory white.

The satisfaction was immense. Such pleasure had been so long unknown to my senses, but had now awakened. I couldn't help but moan. Loudly. I don't think I've ever moaned during an orgasm.

She looked up at me and flashed that shit-stained smile of hers. She licked her lips slowly but fully, then rubbed the cum-and-shit mix all along her teeth.

With a single, seductive finger she beckoned for me to come down and meet her. After all she'd done for me, I happily obliged.

I fell to my knees and strongly pulled her head into mine, mashing our mouths together. Our tongues wrestled in a cave of shit, spit, and semen—a flavorful mixture so unique and earthy. I tasted the tang over every bud on my tongue, in the back of my throat, and all the way down any time I swallowed.

The taste wasn't unfamiliar to me; as I mentioned earlier, I had chewed a bit of my own shit once before, just to see. And though it didn't do much for me then, this was completely different. This time, the shit was intertwined with the enchantment; it was the core of it.

I grabbed her jaw with a strong but careful grip from my dirty hand and pushed her face away from mine. I wanted to see her up close. Through the shit-ringed mouth and cum-streaked face I recognized the love of my life. A beautiful and pure soul who would let me do anything I wanted to her, and who would do anything she wanted to me.

I began forcefully licking her limp lips, then proceeded to lap up the rest of my cum off her face, pressing in on her plush skin, her forehead, her eyelids, each time leaving a wet trail of brown saliva in my wake. She moaned softly and steadily.

I reached for her tits and began to massage them. Her small breasts fit nicely in the palms of my hands, and all of the skin between her chin and her pussy was still untarnished and smooth. As my tongue ventured down her cheek and along her jawbone to her luscious neck, her moans quietly became 'oohs' and 'ayes.' She wrapped her arms around my head and back and scratched my skin with her nails. The pain sent a signal downward, and I could feel the blood rushing back to my manhood.

She pulled me tighter as my tongue reached her collarbone. I gently gnawed on the bone and let out a playful, guttural growl. That must have struck a nerve in her pussy somewhere, because she let out a wild, melodic moan of her own in response. Her nails dragged across my back—slow and sharp.

I moved lower and lower down her chest. Still massaging both breasts, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth and let my tongue caress it inside. I could still taste her shit, but it was starting to fade. I glanced at the pile—a few chunks of it had slid off the lid, but I was absoultely amazed at how much there still was.

I grabbed another handful, split it between my hands, and cupped them over the meat of her tits. She placed her hands on top of mine and followed them as I rubbed the shit onto her body in a circular motion. She looked down at me for a moment, and then I saw her eyes roll back in her head. When she tilted her head all the way back, I set my tongue on her nipples again.

"Aye...," she half-whispered. "Aye... sí..."

She ran her fingers through my hair, slicking it back with smeary leftovers from both hands. I took some of the slippery shit from the one tit I wasn't sucking on and met with her clitoris to play.

As I rubbed her, I playfully went lower a few times to her lips, mixing together her ass- and pussy-juices.

"David..." she said quietly. She grabbed my chin and lifted. We looked into each other's eyes and felt that belonging yet again. "I want you to fill me up."

I wasn't exactly sure what she was asking, but I knew I wanted to do it for her. I wanted to fill her up. I wanted to shove shit down her throat til she puked. I wanted to fill her pussy to the brim with my cum and watch it drip out onto the toilet lid for her to lap up. I wanted to do all kinds of things for her. I just didn't know which of those things she wanted most right now.

"I'll fill you up, doll," I promised. "Show me how."

She turned to the remaining mound of shit beside her and scooped as much of it into her hands as she could, then held it out to me—an offering of her love. I held out my hands like a bowl, and she dumped it all in, then dug out a small scoop for herself.