As he walked towards the park, John couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him. He had seen the post on the forum about a student who was offering her freshly taken, home-processed shit for consumption and he was intrigued. He knew it was risky, both physically and socially, but he also knew he had to try it at least once. Besides, the pictures of the girl and her dark, sticky treasure were too enticing to resist.
Arriving at the meeting spot, he scanned the area, looking for anyone who might be watching or listening in on their conversation. Satisfied that they were alone, he locked eyes with the girl across from him. She smiled shyly before reaching into her backpack and pulling out a small, plastic container.
"This is it?" He asked, trying not to sound too excited.
"Yes," she replied, nodding hesitantly. "I mean, it's just a sample, but... yeah, that's it."
Taking the container from her, he carefully opened the lid and took a deep breath. The sweet, earthy aroma filled his nostrils, sending shivers down his spine. Gently, he reached in and pulled out a small, warm turd, roughly the size of a golf ball. He held it gingerly between his thumb and forefinger, admiring its texture and color in the dim light.
"Do you want me to, um, prepare it for you?" She asked, blushing.
He looked up at her, surprised by her offer. "If you're comfortable with that..."
Nodding nervously, she reached into the bag again and pulled out a small Tupperware container, along with a pair of latex gloves. She placed everything on the ground beside her and then pulled off her sweater, revealing a fresh pair of tight, black yoga pants that hugged her body tightly.
"May I?" She asked, gesturing towards the Tupperware.
Feeling like he was in a dream, John nodded and handed her the container. She carefully opened it and used the latex gloves to fish out a large, soft corn. Working quickly but dextrously, she began to gingerly massage the soft poop into the corn, using her fingers to mix it up and make it more even. As she worked, globs of her shit oozed out of the corn, coating her fingers with a thick layer of warm, sticky freshness.
Slowly, she slid the cob back into the container, scooping up the excess shit with her fingers. Before he could stop her, she held out her hand, palm open, inviting him to feel the warmth and texture of her creation. He hesitated for a moment, but before he knew it, his fingers were buried deep in her soft, warm turd, feeling the familiar roughness of her insides against his skin.
"Mmm... it feels so good," she moaned softly, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation.
Without thinking, he reached into her yoga pants and, finding a gap between her butt cheeks, slipped his fingers into her anus. She gasped, arching her back as a wave of pleasure coursed through her body. He felt the soft, warm walls of her ass contract around his fingers, urging him deeper inside.
Finally, she broke the eye contact and settled back onto her heels, panting heavily. "That was... intense," she whispered, her voice shaking.
He withdrew his fingers, reluctantly pulling them out of her anus and wiping them clean on the grass. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he leaned in and gently took a bite out of the corn cob. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before - sweet and earthy, with a distinct aftertaste that lingers on the tongue forever.
As he chewed, he looked up at the girl, who was watching him with a mix of anticipation and fear in her eyes. He reached out, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "This is amazing," he said, his voice thick with emotion.
She smiled weakly, nodding her head. "Thank you," she whispered.
And with that, they finished their meal, sharing this sensational, scatological treat together, connected by the strange bond of their shared perversion.
