Natalia Kapretti walked into the woods, feeling her heart race with anticipation. She had left a particularly pungent and racy turd on the ground, knowing it would attract attention. Sure enough, she heard footsteps approaching, and then there she was - Katherine, colloquially known as Kat, her friend from college. She was a bold and daring young woman, not one to be easily dissuaded from trying new things.
"Hey Nat," Kat said with a wry smile as she approached Natalia's offering. "I see you left me something to snack on."
Natalia smiled coyly, watching as Kat dropped to her knees and began devouring the treat she had left for her. It was a thrill for Natalia to watch somebody else enjoy something that had been so intimate with her just moments before. As Kat ate, she couldn't help but notice the look of pure bliss on her face.
"This is incredible, Nat," Kat said between mouthfuls. "You always were the queen of shit eating."
Feeling emboldened, Natalia suggested they take their little game further into the woods. They found a secluded spot beneath a towering oak tree, its leafy branches providing them with ample privacy. As they sat down together, Natalia couldn't help but feel her heart racing with excitement.
"You know," Kat began, her voice taking on a sultry tone, "I'm feeling pretty frisky after that shit." She reached out and began tracing circles around Natalia's navel with her index finger, sending shivers down her spine. "I could really go for a nice long piss. And maybe..." she trailed off, her eyes meeting Natalia's.
"Yes?" Natalia prompted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Well," Kat replied with a grin, "I was kind of hoping you might have something else in mind."
Natalia's heart raced even faster as she realized what Kat was suggesting. She hesitated for a moment, torn between fear and desire. But then, she couldn't resist any longer. She nodded silently, and together they leaned in close, their lips just barely touching.
As they kissed, Natalia could feel the tension building within her, her whole body humming with anticipation. Kat's tongue darted out, tracing along the seam of Natalia's lips before slipping slowly inside. It was a toe-curling, electrifying sensation that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins.
Without breaking the kiss, Kat reached down between them and began subtly undoing Natalia's pants, teasingly nibbling on her lower lip as she did so. Soon enough, her hand was sliding into Natalia's underwear, searching for the sweet spot. Natalia gasped as she felt the warmth of Kat's palm against her bare skin, her fingers beginning to explore her folds.
The sensations were overwhelming - hot and cold, wet and dry, soft and rough. Natalia arched her back, moaning softly as Kat expertly teased her clit, circling it gently with her fingers. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her whole body tingling with anticipation.
And then, just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, Kat withdrew her hand, leaving Natalia breathless and aching for more. "Not yet," she whispered. "You're not done eating your own shit." She reached into Natalia's bag and pulled out the cigarette butts and used tissues that had been sitting there, grinning wickedly.
Natalia felt a mixture of anger and excitement as she realized what Kat was planning. She watched, helplessly aroused, as Kat began collecting the remains of her own meal - the tiny turds and bits of toilet paper that she had left behind. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she held them out to Natalia.
"Come on, Nat," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You know you want it."
Natalia closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, trying to calm the storm raging within her. She knew that this was wrong, that they should stop. But at the same time... she couldn't resist. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she leaned forward and took a tiny nugget of dirt-encrusted feces between her lips, letting it melt on her tongue like the finest of chocolates.
And just as she did, she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her, more powerful than anything she had ever experienced before. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt herself cum hard, the taste of her own filth mingling with that of Kat's.
When it was over, they lay there panting, their hearts racing. Kat reached over and brushed a lock of hair away from Natalia's face, their eyes meeting once more. "You know," she said, a glint of mischief still visible in her eyes, "We can always take it to the next level."
Natalia couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine. As much as she knew they should stop, deep down, she longed for the thrill of it all. And so, she nodded silently, and they leaned in for another kiss, their tongues tangling in a messy, passionate embrace.
The rest, as they say, is history.
