Thank you Micheal
It’s a dream of course, one that I wish I could wake to in the present, but probably couldn’t. I imagine it takes place about a century ago in a gentler time when strangers were not so much in fear of each other, when passenger trains rocked rhythmically over the landscape, and forbidden pleasures were sweetly all the more so.
It’s a dream…but still…..
A train – the old-fashioned kind with small separate compartments, in which strangers sit intimately, facing one another on small pew-like benches – makes its way lazily through picturesque mountain passes veined with cascading streams and patchworked with tranquil forests, and verdant meadows. In the warmth of the late afternoon sunset, the tranquil beauty of the countryside and the rhythm of the rails, I drift off to sleep. When I awaken, it is late into the humid night and I am sitting across from a newly boarded passenger – a woman with long wavy brown hair, full lips, big brown eyes and smooth pale skin that, even across from her in my seat, I can feel radiates a moist warmth – a warmth that promises heat.
In the compartment’s sepia lamplight, I can see that she is very pretty. She is nearly my height – not a small woman. She is wearing a sun dress that is unbuttoned at the top; open nearly to the center of her cleavage. It’s hot and she is wet with sweat, the rounded contours of her body pulsing seductively just beneath the damp, clinging cotton fabric of her dress. As she dozes beside me in the languid summer heat, rocking rhythmically with the motion of the train, I am mesmerized with the rising and falling swells of her breasts and the glistening beads of sweat that form along the arch of her neck, like condensation on a glass of lemonade, before meandering over her strong but feminine shoulders to pool in her cleavage, dampening the edges of her bodice. The spell deepens when she shifts sleepily in her seat, spreading her nicely muscled legs slightly as her dress rides up to mid-thigh. My gaze is drawn to the newly revealed soft hot flesh. So beautiful - I long to caress it.
As the tranquil beauty of lazy, languid summer evenings, dense with humid vapors, can be overtaken in an instant by raging squalls birthed in the release of powerful energies trapped in the building heat of the day, so my mesmerized awe of her feminine beauty is transformed in a furious heartbeat into something much more primal- longings deep but never before voiced, linked to senses and appetites that this lovely, wantonly seductive woman has, without effort or design, awakened and against which I know at once, neither of us has any defense.
I want to kiss and lick her warm sweating thighs sensuously, worshipfully, but most of all, freely, without shame or self-consciousness – no roles, no rules, no Christian inhibitions – only impulse, hunger, and desire. My heart is pounding. I am giddy with feelings of looming risk and reward; feelings whose intensity seem to pulse and grow with my quickening heartbeat. I am reeling with unbidden and forbidden thoughts, when I first see it.
A dark brown trickle creeps from under the hem of her bunched-up dress and winds slowly, very slowly, down the middle of her inner right thigh. I watch it until it is almost to the inside of her knee. Carefully, gently, I take the index and middle fingers of my right hand and place them just under her knee and wipe them up her thigh, catching the thick rivulet just like I used to swipe frosting from the bowl in my mother’s kitchen. I put my warm dripping fingers between my lips and suck and lick them clean. It is shit - the first I have ever tasted. It is repellent, but at the same time its flavor, odor, and texture fill me instantly with lust and longing unlike any I have known before. I am overcome with the most depraved compulsions, thoughts and visions of this lovely sweet, innocent woman covering me with her bubbling, reeking shit – filling my mouth and nostrils, matting my hair; sending gushing streams of erotic brown gravy down my chest and back. It’s all I can think of – its all I want, and all I could ever want.
I am on my knees now – all caution and propriety are vanished. With both hands, I part her thighs and begin to lick up the track of the little brown stream on her right thigh. I am inching my way towards her panties and the forbidden treasures they hold. Her shit is thicker now, hotter, stronger and more arousing. I have hiked her dress up to her waist, exposing her beige cotton panties. My eyes are met with an indescribably perverse sight. Her lovely panties are bulging with her hot soft shit. It is seeping out of the right leg-hole, staining her cotton crotch a wet brownish yellow.
I am trembling as I press my lips to the wet stain and suck the hot putrid juice through the soaked cotton. The flavor is overwhelming. I suppress the urge to gag so I can get more of it down. I can’t get enough of it! My brain and cock are both throbbing. I pull the crotch of her panties aside so that large globs of soft, disgusting yet irresistible, brown shit begin to ooze from the leg hole. My mouth is there to receive each soft, pungent dollop of it. I squeeze her panties forcing more of it to spurt faster out the leg–hole and into my mouth. My lips, teeth, tongue and gums are covered in her shit. It’s caked on my nose and its strong odors fill my nostrils. I am covered in it and yet I want more. Almost in a frenzy, I lap, suck, and slurp it from her ass-cheeks, cunt, and thighs.
She is awake now. She is moaning with pure pleasure and satisfaction. She spreads her legs wide and, taking my head in her hands, she guides my face to her puckered asshole which I clean thoroughly with my probing tongue. “Eat” she begs me “Please eat my shit! Pleeeeaaaaase, eat it ALL!” Her asshole opens and a long hot stream of creamy shit slowly pulses into my hungry lips. Her gasps and soft grunts are perfectly timed with my gulps, as I take what seems to be several large bowls of unbearably strong, vile, fresh shit into my mouth. I don’t want it to stop. I wish she could fill me with twenty pounds of it. When finally it does slow to a thin trickle – I catch and swallow every last drop.
She reaches down for me and pulls me up beside her on the seat. She undoes my fly and frees my rock-hard, throbbing cock. Then she mounts me, sitting astride my waist - facing me. She guides my cock deep into her tight asshole and begins to rock and slide up and down my rigid shaft. I meet each of her downward strokes with an upward thrust, forcing hot little streams of fresh shit to run down my shaft and over my balls. Her lips are on my right ear sucking and biting it. Breathlessly she sighs into my ear, “Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me!” As I accommodate her, she cries with pleasure. All at once my balls, empty into her seething bowels and I clutch her moaning, almost in agony at the intensity of it all.
She kisses me tenderly over my shit-covered lips and cheeks and gently raises her glorious ass from my wilting cock, tucking its cum- and shit-covered skin back into my shorts, zipping up my fly as she does. She takes a handkerchief from her purse and deftly dabs up some stray flecks and puddles; but there is little that isn’t now in my stomach. She is finished and so is our trip together. The conductor shouts out the stop – it’s hers and she is on her feet and leaving. I catch her gently by her shoulder and she turns her lovely flushed face towards me. “Beth.” she says, “My name is Beth”.
“I’m Michael”
She smiles sweetly, almost wistfully. “Thank You, Michael”, she says and then she is gone.