Gape for the Stranger's Fragrant Anal Fistulating - A Schoolgirl's Poo-filled Adventure P 3
The Encounter Continues
Desperate for funds, the schoolgirl returned to the dimly lit alley the following week. Her heart raced as she heard the familiar footsteps approaching. The man emerged from the shadows, a large handful of squishy anal chocolate clutched in his grasp.
He pressed the chewy treat against her lips, and she opened her mouth reluctantly. It tasted sweet yet reminiscent of dirt. She swallowed hard, suppressing the gag reflex as he moved closer, his scent of damp earth and excrement filling her nostrils.
With gentle yet firm hands, he smeared the chocolate all over her body, tracing a path from her perky tits down her flat belly, around her thighs and finally nestling it between her soiled pussy lips. His fingers lingered there, teasing as he dipped them in the warm mess before continuing his ascent up her body.
By the time he reached her face again, she was completely coated in brown goop. "Spread your legs, little one," he whispered hoarsely against her ear, and she did as she was told.
Fingerbanging Her Poo-filled Pussy
His poo-coated finger slipped inside her, filling her up with filthy fingers. She gasped, trying to maintain some semblance of control over her body. She felt the wetness of her soiled pussy against the dryness of his fingers, and a shudder ran through her.
He finger-fucked her roughly, his other hand gripping hers tightly, urging her to touch herself. She complied, her fingers digging into her own flesh as she tried to ignore the squelching sound coming from within her.
He pulled his fingers out, leaving a trail of wetness behind, and placed his erect cock at her opening. She braced herself for the pain, closing her eyes tightly, but all she felt was a searing heat that threatened to consume her. He pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch, and she bore down on his hips, her body betraying her as it welcomed his intrusion.
The Climax
With each thrust, she felt the cold head of his cock rub against her insides, scattering clots of dried shit and pussy juice. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back hard, forcing her to meet his gaze. She saw only lust and madness reflected back at her.
And then he began to move. Faster and faster, his hips pistoning against hers, the friction causing both of them to moan and grunt with each violent thrust. She felt the wet heat of his seed mixing with her feces and blood, flooding her already crowded womb.
He reached around, his fingers digging into her plump bottom cheeks, and thrust once more, pushing her over the edge. She felt a warm rush between her legs, and with it came the realization that she had enjoyed every moment of their encounter.
The Aftermath
When it was over, he pulled out of her sticky, spent body, and collapsed onto the grimy alley floor. She could still feel his essence sliding out of her, coating her insides with a warm, foul-smelling goop.
She stumbled away from him, her legs shaking uncontrollably. She didn't know why she'd agreed to this, why she kept coming back for more. But as she walked away from the alley, her mind filled with thoughts of their dirty encounter, she knew that she would return.
