Emily and Stacy were a couple of college girls who had been together for two years. They were both bi-sexual and had a unique fetish - scatophilia. Despite their unusual preference, they had managed to find happiness and fulfillment in each other's arms.
One evening, as they relaxed in their dorm room, Emily suddenly had the urge to relieve herself. She excused herself from the room and went to the bathroom. She closed the door and sat on the toilet seat, her heart racing with anticipation. As she started urinating, she couldn't help but think about Stacy and how much she wanted to share this intimate moment with her.
Meanwhile, Stacy was waiting anxiously for Emily to return. She had her own desires brewing and was eager to indulge in their shared fetish. When Emily finally emerged from the bathroom, her face flushed with pleasure, Stacy could hardly contain her excitement.
Without saying a word, they embraced passionately, their bodies pressed against each other. Emily broke the kiss and kneeled down in front of Stacy, taking her hand and leading it to her sex. "I want you to taste me," she whispered hoarsely. "I love you, Emily," Stacy replied, kissing her softly on the lips before beginning to lap at her lover's nectar.
As Emily watched Stacy pleasure herself, she too began to feel the familiar stirrings in her bowels. She gently pushed Stacy away and headed back to the bathroom. This time, it was Stacy's turn to wait anxiously, imagining all the different ways they could share this experience together.
When Emily finally emerged again, she was beaming with excitement. She took a moment to admire Stacy's naked form before straddling her hips, her asshole just inches from Stacy's eager lips. Without hesitation, Stacy reached up and gently nudged Emily's entrance. Emily gasped softly as she felt the warm tongue probing her depths.
Their love-making was unlike anything they had ever experienced before. It was tender and passionate, yet filled with the sounds of pissing and shitting. Emily's mighty piss flowed into Stacy's open mouth, while Emily encouraged Stacy to empty her bowels onto their shared bed.
As they lay there, covered in a mixture of each other's fluids and solids, they couldn't help but smile contentedly. This was their love - unique and unconventional, but true and sacred to them. They knew that no one else would understand their relationship, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the love they shared - and the shared scatological experiences that made it all the more special.
