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2012-06-07 01:45:13 UTC
I was in a *nasty* mood when I got home. I had to get ready for the
fisting party at the bookhouse, but I had the house to myself, and
hours to waste. I needed to do something extreme, even before the
party... I decided to do the shit scene that had been on my mind for
the past couple of months... I got out the big enema bag [2.5
gallons], and filled it up. I hung the bag high, on the shower head,
and set out poppers and some sex towels by the side of the tub.
I stood there, just for a moment, staring at the tub, thinking about
what I was going to do. Shit. Not something I'd done before... I
almost chickened out, but then said, "Hell with it," and climbed into
the tub.
I worked the long end of the colonic tube up my ass and then leaned
back in the tub and opened the catch on the hose. As I felt my guts
filling up I decided there was no turning back and put the plug in the
tub's drain.
I took as much water in the first shot as I could, but I was a little
disappointed -- it was only three quarts. I shut the clamp and got
into a squat in the middle of the tub. My brain screamed, "No, you're
going to make a mess!" but I said, "Fuck it," and let my load of water
rip.
I heard the wet splats as a pile of turds gathered under my ass... The
release felt good. Without turning to look at what I'd done I put the
hose back up my ass and opened the clamp once again. As the familiar
rush of water in my ass returned I carefully turned around and looked
at the pile of shit and the brown puddle in the deep end of the tub.
I stared, fascinated, like I was looking at a snake, ready to strike.
I laid there, my guts rapidly filling with another load of water,
unable to go forward, unwilling to go back.
The load of water was starting to make me cramp. I squeezed off the
hose and looked up at the bag. I'd taken a gallon this time -- that
was more like it. I closed off the hose and sat up again. As I did I
nearly lost my balance. To catch my balance I slapped my hand down on
the bottom of the tub -- right in the pile of shit. I barely had time
to be surprised when my ass let go. A gallon of water up your ass has
an urgency all its own.
For a while I was too preoccupied with the wonderful release of my
guts emptying to think about the shit. Slowly though, I became aware
of the warm, slimy pile enveloping my hand. I grabbed one of the
larger lumps and squeezed it out between my fingers. The smell wasn't
nearly what I'd expected and it felt good -- real good.
I laid back down, put the hose back up my ass, and started to play
with the pile of shit between my knees. I rubbed it all over my hands,
like I would with Crisco before I fisted someone. It was warm and
thick. I stared at the brown stain covering my hands and spreading up
my arms.
I grabbed another handful of the shit and slapped it on my chest,
rubbing it across my pecs and into my light covering of chest hair. My
dick sprang up. I hung my head over the edge of the tub and took a
deep hit of the poppers. Weee Haa, now I was flying.
I got up into a kneeling position just as the giant enema bag gurgled
the last of its load into my ass. I scooped up the remainder of the
pile of shit with my left hand and then used it to grab my cock. As I
started to jack myself off with the handful of slick shit I put my
other hand over my asshole and let my last load of water shoot between
my fingers, catching the hard stuff for later. The thick, brown water
running over my fingers felt almost as good as my cock which was now
coated with thick brown slime.
The puddle of water at the deep end of the tub had grown considerable,
but it wasn't enough. I let go of my cock just long enough to open the
warm water tap. Brown soup started to rise around my ankles.
Slowly, I lowered myself to lie in it full length. I felt bits of shit
squish between my body and the cool bottom of the tub. I took the
handful of shit I'd strained from my last load of water and started to
smear it all over my thighs, across my belly, and into my groin. My
cock was rock hard, standing at stiff attention. I grabbed it and
started to jack it again. I started to rub my other hand all over. I
looked down at my shit-covered body and felt the thick brown slime
covering me -- I loved it!
I jacked my cock desperately now, willing myself to come. Time
stretched, my ass cheeks tensed, sending a last little jet of shitty
water into the soup that filled the bottom of the tub. Finally, just
as the warm brown water started to lap at my balls, I came. I shouted--
screamed as the orgasm washed over me. I flopped like a fresh-caught
fish as my cum sprayed out over my brown belly.
Spent, I lay back, one hand still jacking my softening cock,
contemplating the mess I'd made. With my other hand I lazily rubbed my
quaking belly, mixing the fresh cum and drying shit, making a fresh
coating of creamy brown slime. Not bad for a first try, I thought to
myself. Not bad at all...
fisting party at the bookhouse, but I had the house to myself, and
hours to waste. I needed to do something extreme, even before the
party... I decided to do the shit scene that had been on my mind for
the past couple of months... I got out the big enema bag [2.5
gallons], and filled it up. I hung the bag high, on the shower head,
and set out poppers and some sex towels by the side of the tub.
I stood there, just for a moment, staring at the tub, thinking about
what I was going to do. Shit. Not something I'd done before... I
almost chickened out, but then said, "Hell with it," and climbed into
the tub.
I worked the long end of the colonic tube up my ass and then leaned
back in the tub and opened the catch on the hose. As I felt my guts
filling up I decided there was no turning back and put the plug in the
tub's drain.
I took as much water in the first shot as I could, but I was a little
disappointed -- it was only three quarts. I shut the clamp and got
into a squat in the middle of the tub. My brain screamed, "No, you're
going to make a mess!" but I said, "Fuck it," and let my load of water
rip.
I heard the wet splats as a pile of turds gathered under my ass... The
release felt good. Without turning to look at what I'd done I put the
hose back up my ass and opened the clamp once again. As the familiar
rush of water in my ass returned I carefully turned around and looked
at the pile of shit and the brown puddle in the deep end of the tub.
I stared, fascinated, like I was looking at a snake, ready to strike.
I laid there, my guts rapidly filling with another load of water,
unable to go forward, unwilling to go back.
The load of water was starting to make me cramp. I squeezed off the
hose and looked up at the bag. I'd taken a gallon this time -- that
was more like it. I closed off the hose and sat up again. As I did I
nearly lost my balance. To catch my balance I slapped my hand down on
the bottom of the tub -- right in the pile of shit. I barely had time
to be surprised when my ass let go. A gallon of water up your ass has
an urgency all its own.
For a while I was too preoccupied with the wonderful release of my
guts emptying to think about the shit. Slowly though, I became aware
of the warm, slimy pile enveloping my hand. I grabbed one of the
larger lumps and squeezed it out between my fingers. The smell wasn't
nearly what I'd expected and it felt good -- real good.
I laid back down, put the hose back up my ass, and started to play
with the pile of shit between my knees. I rubbed it all over my hands,
like I would with Crisco before I fisted someone. It was warm and
thick. I stared at the brown stain covering my hands and spreading up
my arms.
I grabbed another handful of the shit and slapped it on my chest,
rubbing it across my pecs and into my light covering of chest hair. My
dick sprang up. I hung my head over the edge of the tub and took a
deep hit of the poppers. Weee Haa, now I was flying.
I got up into a kneeling position just as the giant enema bag gurgled
the last of its load into my ass. I scooped up the remainder of the
pile of shit with my left hand and then used it to grab my cock. As I
started to jack myself off with the handful of slick shit I put my
other hand over my asshole and let my last load of water shoot between
my fingers, catching the hard stuff for later. The thick, brown water
running over my fingers felt almost as good as my cock which was now
coated with thick brown slime.
The puddle of water at the deep end of the tub had grown considerable,
but it wasn't enough. I let go of my cock just long enough to open the
warm water tap. Brown soup started to rise around my ankles.
Slowly, I lowered myself to lie in it full length. I felt bits of shit
squish between my body and the cool bottom of the tub. I took the
handful of shit I'd strained from my last load of water and started to
smear it all over my thighs, across my belly, and into my groin. My
cock was rock hard, standing at stiff attention. I grabbed it and
started to jack it again. I started to rub my other hand all over. I
looked down at my shit-covered body and felt the thick brown slime
covering me -- I loved it!
I jacked my cock desperately now, willing myself to come. Time
stretched, my ass cheeks tensed, sending a last little jet of shitty
water into the soup that filled the bottom of the tub. Finally, just
as the warm brown water started to lap at my balls, I came. I shouted--
screamed as the orgasm washed over me. I flopped like a fresh-caught
fish as my cum sprayed out over my brown belly.
Spent, I lay back, one hand still jacking my softening cock,
contemplating the mess I'd made. With my other hand I lazily rubbed my
quaking belly, mixing the fresh cum and drying shit, making a fresh
coating of creamy brown slime. Not bad for a first try, I thought to
myself. Not bad at all...