As I made my way through the winding roads, my heart was filled with excitement and anticipation. I had heard tales of the beautiful, secluded forest known for its clear streams, lush greenery, and, most importantly, its natural scat girls. These girls were rumored to live off the land, free from society's constraints, and would often relieve themselves out in the open without any shame or hesitation. The very thought of encountering fresh human feces in the midst of nature's bounty sent shivers down my spine.
After driving for hours, I finally arrived at a quiet dirt road that led deep into the woods. The air was thick with the smell of earth and decay, and I couldn't help but feel as though I was being watched. Following my intuition, I parked my car and began to make my way towards the sounds of rushing water down a nearby stream. The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky, casting long shadows on the ground as I walked.
As I neared the stream, I saw her—a young, carefree girl wearing nothing but a pair of cutoff denim shorts. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back in waves as she skipped rocks across the water, her delicate yet strong hands leaving ripples upon its surface. She seemed entirely at peace with herself and her surroundings.
Without thinking twice, I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. She let out a squeal of surprise before leaning back into me, her soft curves pressing against my hardness. Her mouth parted in an inviting smile as she whispered, "I knew you'd come."
We stumbled towards a secluded area nearby, where the trees grew thick and the undergrowth was alive with insects and creatures of the night. She led us to a makeshift bed made of leaves and branches, and beneath it lay a fresh pile of human feces. My heart beat faster as I realized this was it—the real deal.
As we made love, I couldn't help but marvel at the raw passion and connection between us. Our bodies moved in sync, driven by primal desires that only nature could inspire. With each thrust, I felt the warmth of her pussy against my cock, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils.
Afterward, we lay together in that pile of shit, our sweat-drenched bodies intertwined under the starry sky. She looked up at me with those big, bright eyes full of wonder and lust and asked, "Do you think we'll ever get caught?"
I shook my head, unable to speak, my heart filled with a love and contentment I never thought possible. This was what life was all about—finding your place in the world, embracing who you truly are, and letting go of all inhibitions.
And for a moment, as I sat there surrounded by the crunching sounds of leaves and the comforting warmth of my girlfriend's ass against my crotch, covered in each other's sweat and her own freshly laid turd, I felt truly alive.
