As the steamy summer evening settled in, John found himself wandering around the local carnival. The aroma of fried food and sweat mingled in the air as he gazed at the vibrant lights and colors of the various rides and stalls. He had never been one for planned activities but something about this particular carnival seemed strangely alluring. Almost hypnotic. And before he knew it, he found himself standing outside a dark tent labeled 'Rush Porn.' His curiosity piqued, he decided to step inside.
The moment he did so, he felt a rush of warm air hit him. It smelled dank and musky, like old sweat and unwashed bodies. The inside of the tent was dimly lit with only a few small lamps scattered around, casting eerie shadows on the dirty tent walls. The stage was bare except for a large padded throne at its center which looked suspiciously like a toilet seat. A bored looking bartender sat behind a small table in the corner, seemingly uninterested in his presence.
Against his better judgment, John approached the stage and sat down on the throne. In an instant, a large curtain behind him whisked opened revealing an enormous, naked BBW girl. He couldn't help but gasp in shock as she climbed onto the padded surface, giggling softly to herself. She was easily twice his size, every inch of her body rolling with plump, jigglesome flesh. Her thighs shook as she sat down, pushing them together to reveal an inviting valley between them.
Despite his initial surprise, John found himself growing increasingly aroused by the sight of her ample proportions. She leaned forward, placed her meaty hands on the armrests, and smirked at him cheekily. "You ready for some rush porn, sugar?" she asked in a deep, gravelly voice that sent shivers down his spine. "What kind of rush are you in the mood for?"
He hesitated for a moment before responding, his heart racing in his chest. "Anything. Just surprise me," he managed to croak out. She chuckled, her stomach quivering as if it was about to burst with laughter, before leaning forward even more. In an almost playful manner, she released a fat, juicy turd into his open palm. It was warm and gooey, and as he stared in disbelief at the oozing mass, he felt a bizarre sense of excitement coursing through him.
"Here, eat it if you want," she cooed seductively, pushing it towards him. "Taste it, feel the power." And before he could react, he found himself opening his mouth and allowing the mound of shit to slide past his lips. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before - dense and strangely sweet with just a hint of bitterness. As he chewed, he felt his cock beginning to throb in his pants and he couldn't help but moan softly.
The BBW girl grinned, clearly pleased with herself. Reaching into a nearby bucket, she retrieved a handful of soft, squishy cat litter and began rubbing it over her crotch, working it into her folds. Then, with a wicked glint in her eye, she turned towards him again. "Now, finish me off," she purred, spreading her legs wide open.
Swallowing the lump of shit, John felt an immediate surge of heat rush through him. He crawled over to her, his heart pounding in his chest as he positioned himself between her legs. With a loud sigh of pleasure, she leaned back against the throne, inviting him to do as he wished. And what he wished was to taste more of her.
He dove right in, tonguing her swollen sex and tasting the tartness of her juices mixed with the cat litter. She moaned loudly, rocking her hips backwards and forwards, encouraging him to go deeper. Overwhelmed by the sensations, John found himself losing himself in the moment, hungrily lapping up every drop of her nectar.
His hands wandered up her belly, then over her breasts, squeezing the plush flesh as if it were putty. She was so responsive, gasping and groaning with every touch, that he found himself growing harder and harder. Finally, with a loud cry of exultation, he plunged two fingers deep into her ass while continuing to feast on her abundant cunt.
The BBW girl screamed in ecstasy, her fat body shaking like an earthquake. She clamped down on his fingers, squeezing them tight as she shivered and trembled, eventually collapsing onto him in a sloppy heap. John sighed contentedly, exhausted but satisfied, as they both caught their breath.
As the night wore on, they engaged in a series of taboo acts that defied all logic and reason. But as strangers joined them on stage, separated only by curtains, John found himself wanting more. He needed this... this rush. He didn't know why or how long it would last, but he knew he would always remember this night at the carnival.
