Chapter 3: Rising Action
I can feel the heat of her pressed against me, her breath soft and warm on my cheek. The darkness of the closet is disorienting, but it also feels safe, cocoon-like, a sanctuary of us. I could easily get used to this.
Jess's lips find mine again, her kiss soft and tentative at first, but quickly growing more insistent. I open my mouth to her, my tongue meeting hers in a slow, sensuous dance. I can still taste Riley's eggy like farts on Jess's tongue.
Her hands slip beneath my shirt, her fingers tracing the curves of my waist, my hips, my thighs. I can feel the heat of her touch, the slight tremble in her hands as she explores my body.
I groan softly, the sound muffled by our kiss. Jess's body is so close to mine, her every movement sending electric shocks of pleasure through me. I slide my hands across her body, my fingers finding the firm, round globe of her asscheek.
I squeeze tightly, digging my nails in slightly, just enough to make her gasp softly into my mouth. It sends a jolt of pleasure through me, hearing her breath hitch, feeling her body tense up before relaxing into my touch. Jess's body responds instantly, her hips bucking slightly against mine, her hands gripping my black straightened hair.
I can feel her urgency, her desire, and it matches my own. But suddenly, my stomach makes a loud, gurgling grumble, breaking the moment.
"Oh god, I'm so hungry," I groan, my body tensing up as my stomach growls again. Jess pulls away slightly, her eyes searching mine in the darkness. "Do you think she's forgotten about us?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I shake my head, my stomach growling again as if in protest. "No, she'll be back soon," I say, my voice low and resigned. I can feel the anticipation, the dread, the hunger all coiling in my stomach, mixing together into a sickening cocktail. Jess shifts slightly, her body still pressed against mine.
"When was the last time you ate?" Jess whispers.
"I... I don't know..." I whisper back. "I've mainly been only allowed to have water lately." I admit, my stomach grumbling again.
"Oh my god, Lacey. I'm so sorry." Jess says, her voice filled with guilt.
I shake my head, my body pressed against her, our legs entwined, our breaths mingling in the darkness. "It's not your fault, Jess. It's one of the ways how Riley likes to control me. To keep me... obedient." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. I can feel Jess's body tensing up, her hands clenching into fists.
It's clear she's struggling with guilt and uncertainty. I don't want her to slip back into that dark place; I want her to be present with me, right here, right now. So, I interrupt her, pressing my lips to hers firmly, silencing her. She responds immediately, her body relaxing into mine, her lips softening under the pressure of my kiss.
As we kiss, I let my fingers wander across her buttcheek. They slip down, finding the warm, inviting space between her buttcheeks. It feels so warm, so soft, and I can't help but explore further. Jess gasps into my mouth, her body tensing slightly, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she pushes her hips forward, meeting my touch and encouraging me to continue.
My fingers trace the creases and wrinkles of her asshole. I push the tip of my index finger into her asshole.
Jess moans into my mouth, the sound muffled by our kiss. I feel her body tense up, her muscles clenching around my finger. I keep my finger still, letting her get used to the intrusion, letting her body adjust to the sensation. Her moan turns into a whimper, and I can feel her body beginning to relax. I push my finger deeper, slowly and gently, feeling her tightness give way to my touch.
Jess breaks our kiss, her breath coming in pants as she adjusts to the new sensation. "God, Lacey," she gasps, her voice ragged. "That feels so... strange, but... good." She pushes her hips back against my hand, encouraging me to go deeper. I obey, my finger sinking into her tight hole, the insides of her anus pulsating around my finger.
Jess lets out a low moan, her body quivering against mine. "Please, Lacey..." she begs, her voice husky with desire. I feel a sudden surge of power, knowing that I have the ability to make Jess feel this good.
My finger travels further into her asshole, and I can't help but let out a low groan of my own. "Your asshole feels so good, Jess," I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. "I want to eat it so badly." I can feel her body tense up at my words, her muscles clenching around my finger. I can't deny that the thought of tasting her like this turns me on even more. Especially with my hunger building.
I hear Jess's breath hitching as I continue to explore her tight, warm hole, my finger sinking deeper and deeper into her. As my finger travels deeper and deeper, I eventually feel a hard object. I know exactly what it is. I smile at Jess, my heart pounding with excitement and mischief. I swirl my finger around the object, petting it gently, teasing it. I feel Jess's body tense up, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Lacey... what are you doing?" she whispers, her voice a mix of shock and arousal.
But I ignore her question, slowly pulling my finger out of her tight, warm hole. I bring my finger close to my face, the smell of Jess's filth now covering it. I sniff it, the pungent aroma filling my nostrils. Jess's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes what I am doing.
"Oh my god, Lacey," she gasps softly.
I grin, my eyes locked on hers as I slowly lick my finger clean. Jess watches me, her body trembling with a mixture of disgust and desire.
"Do... do you like it?" Jess asks.
I nod, my tongue scoated with the taste of her filth, my eyes locked on hers. "Yes, Jess. I love it. I love the taste of your filth, Jess." I confess, my voice full of desire.
Jess swallows hard, her eyes never leaving mine. "Really?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper, filled with disbelief and a hint of arousal.
I nod, my tongue still covered in a layer of her filth.
Jess's eyes widen slightly, her breath hitching as she processes my admission. I've never... I didn't think anyone would like that," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
I slide my finger into my mouth and suck the remaining filth off, then swallow it. "Well... I do, Jess..."
My stomach grumbles in hunger once again, the sound echoing loud and clear in the confined space of the closet. I feel a wave of heat wash over my face as I realize that my body has yet again betrayed me in front of Jess. I quickly press my hand against my stomach, as if that would somehow silence the rumbling.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Jess," I mumble, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "It's just... it's been a while since I've had anything to eat." I admit.
Jess's eyes search mine through the darkness, her voice low, "Would you like me to feed you?" She asks.
I hesitate, taken aback by her offer. The rumble of my stomach is a constant reminder of my hunger, and the thought of Jess feeding me is oddly intimate and appealing.
"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Please, Jess."
Jess nods, her eyes softening as she sees the hunger in mine.
"Lay back, Lacey," she whispers, lifting herself up slightly.
I comply, positioning myself on my back, my long straight black hair fanning out around me like a dark halo. The closet floor is soft, but stiff, the discomfort is quickly forgotten as Jess's fingers trace the outline of my body, her touch gentle and reverent. She leans down, her breath warm on my face as she presses a soft kiss to my lips. "I've got you, Lacey," she murmurs, her voice filled with a determination that I've never heard from her before.
She turns around abruptly, her body shifting in the darkness. Before I can react, she squats down, her bare ass hovering over my face. My eyes widen in surprise, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Open your mouth, Lacey," she commands in a whisper. I hesitate for a moment, the reality of what she's asking hitting me like a physical blow. But the hunger in my stomach reminds me of the hunger in my body, the desire to be filled, to be used. I open my mouth slowly, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Jess pushes herself down, her anus landing in my open mouth. She tastes of sweat, musk and a hint of bitterness. I can feel her heart pounding against my face, her body trembling with anticipation.
Jess chuckles slightly, "God... I can't believe what I'm about to do..."
But I'm not about to let her doubt stop us. I decide to take matters into my own hands, literally. I wrap my arms around her thighs, pulling her ass even closer, suffocating me. I surround her asshole with my wet lips, engulfing her anus. I start sucking on her asshole, my tongue swirling around the puckered anus at the same time, trying to coax her into this taboo act. I want her to enjoy this, to let go of her inhibitions and let me taste her in this forbidden way.
Jess lets out a soft gasp, "Fu... fuck..." she whispers. Jess groans quietly as she begins pushing.
Her asshole pulses as I suck on it, the muscles inside her body working to expel something from within. I tighten my grip on her thighs, preparing for what's to come. And then, I feel it...
BRAPT-POOF!!!
A quiet little fart, warm and wet, pushing into my mouth. I can taste it, musky and bitter, the scent filling my nostrils and mouth. It is quickly sucked down my throat and into my lungs.
I pull back slightly, gasping for air as the smell of shit overwhelms me. Jess giggles softly, her body relaxing against mine. "Did you like that, Lacey?" she asks, her voice filled with a mix of amusement.
I mumble, "Mm-hmm," around her asshole, eagerly sucking on it once more. "Yes..." I whisper as I quickly go back to sucking on her asshole.
Jess chuckles, "Good, cause the main course is on the way..." she whispers back.
I move my hands from her thighs to her asscheeks, spreading them wider to give me better access. I can feel and hear her muscles tensing and relaxing as I suck on her asshole, the taste of her farts still lingering on my tongue. I look up to see Jess's face, her eyes closed, her head thrown back in ecstasy as I worship her asshole.
Suddenly, she lets out a low grunt, her hands gripping her thighs tightly. All of a sudden, her asshole opens up, and I can feel the log of shit I felt inside her earlier peeking out of her asshole.
I slide my tongue against the tip of it, making Jess moan again. Her moan is louder this time, her body shuddering with pleasure. "Oh fuck, Lacey... that feels so good..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. She uses one of her hands to cover her mouth in an attempt to stay quiet.
I can taste the filthiness, the strong bitterness mixed with a rotten egg scent. I want it out, I want to taste it, I want to feel it in my mouth, in my throat, and in my stomach. I have not eaten in days, I am so hungry.
I push my tongue against it harder, encouraging it to come out, to give itself to me. Jess's moans grow louder, her body writhing against mine as I work to free the log of shit from her asshole. I can feel her body tensing up.
Jess pushes one last time, her asshole stretching wide as she forces the log out. It slides against my tongue, working its way to the back of my mouth. I open wider to accommodate the size of it, my jaw aching slightly as it stretches to fit the thick log.
Jess lets out a low groan, her body quivering as the log finally slides free, her asshole pulsating around the empty space left behind. I feel the warmth of it in my mouth, the taste of it coating my tongue. It's a mix of bitterness, rotten eggs, and pure filth.
Jess whimpers softly, her body relaxing as the log slides deeper into my mouth.
I hold her still, my hands gripping her asscheeks tightly, my nails digging into her soft flesh. I am so hungry, so starved, that I can't wait any longer. I sink my teeth into the log, my lips sealing around the shaft of filth.
Jess gasps, her body tensing up once more as she feels my teeth bite into the log. "Lacey... oh god..." she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of shock and arousal.
I can taste the filth, the bitterness, the rotten egg scent become stronger as I chew, the texture is gritty. It's overwhelming, but it's also exactly what I need. I begin to chew faster, my teeth working against the log, breaking it down into smaller, more manageable pieces. I have a massive need to cough, but I hold it in.
Instead, I focus on Jess, her hands, her touch. She traces the scars on my thighs, her fingers gently massaging the rough, raised flesh. I try to melt into her touch, to lose myself in the sensations it brings. The pain, the pleasure, the memory of how I got them, they all blend together, a bitter yet sweet symphony.
"Are you okay?" Jess whispers, her voice barely audible even in the close confines of the closet. I can feel the heat of her breath on my skin, her lips close enough to kiss. I nod, unable to speak, my throat raw and tight. She leans in closer, her body pressing against mine. Her hands continue their exploration, moving from scars to smooth skin, her touch light and gentle yet firm and sure.
I let out a soft sigh, my body relaxing under her ministrations.
I move some of the chewed pieces of the log to the back of my throat and swallow.
Gulp-gulp!
The taste of her filth coating my throat as it goes down. Jess's fingers tremble slightly as she feels me swallow, her breath hitching in her throat.
"God, Lacey," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "That's kind of hot."
I smile, my body arching up to meet her touch. I could easily get used to this, to her, to the taste of her. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I let out a soft moan as I swallow another piece.
Jess's fingers trace the outline of my body, exploring every inch of me. She reaches my stomach, and without hesitation, she begins to rub it gently, her touch warm and soothing. My stomach grumbles slightly, responding to her touch, as if even it craves her attention. "Does that feel good, Lacey?" Jess whispers, her voice soft and tender.
I nod, my eyes fluttering closed as I savor the sensation. It feels so good," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. Jess's touch is soothing, comforting.
Gulp-gulp!
I swallow more broken down pieces of Jess's shit, feeling them slide down my throat and into my stomach. It feels warm against my throat and inside of my stomach, a comforting heat that spreads through my body, chasing away the gnawing pangs of hunger that have been plaguing me for days.
Jess's hands continue to roam over my body, her touch gentle yet firm, as if she's trying to memorize every curve and line of me. "Lacey," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder and awe. "You're incredible."
Her words send a shiver of pleasure through me, and I can't help but smile, even as I continue to chew and swallow the remnants of her filth. I reach up, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing against her soft skin.
"You're incredible, Jess," I whisper back, my voice thick with emotion. I finish swallowing the last of her shit, savoring the taste and the warmth as it slides down my throat.
Jess shifts her position, her body moving fluidly in the darkness. Before I can react, she's straddling my chest, her pussy hovering just above my face. I look up at her, my eyes wide with surprise. "Jess... what are you doing?" I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest.
Jess grins down at me, her eyes filled with a mix of mischief and desire. "Just helping you wash it all down," she says, her voice low and husky. She leans forward slightly, and I feel the first warm drops of her piss splatter against my lips.
I gasp, my eyes widening in shock, but I quickly open my mouth.
Her piss is coming out fast, so I open my throat to allow it to quickly flush down into my stomach. It's warm and strong, filling my mouth, coating my tongue, and sliding down my throat. I gag slightly, the sudden sensation overwhelming, but I force myself to swallow, to take it all in. I can feel it filling my stomach, the heat spreading throughout my body.
Jess's piss is strong, the taste sharp and acrid, but it's soothing my hungry stomach, calming the gnawing pangs. The last drops fall out into my mouth, coating my lips, and I quickly lick them off, savoring the taste.
Jess gasps softly, her body trembling as she watches me. "Lacey... I can't believe you just did that..." she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of shock and awe. I smile up at her, my tongue darting out to lick my lips, tasting the remnants of her piss and shit.
"I told you I loved the taste of your filth, Jess," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. I then begin licking her pussy and ass clean, my tongue greedily lapping up the remaining bits of her shit and piss that still coated her flesh.
Jess lets out a soft gasp, her body shuddering as she feels my tongue against her most intimate places. "Oh god, Lacey... that feels so good..." she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of shame and pleasure.
Jess's body is tense, her hands gripping the sides of my abdomen as she tries to steady herself. I can feel her legs trembling, her muscles clenching and unclenching as I continue to lick her clean. I'm not gentle, I'm not careful. I'm hungry, I'm desperate, and I want every last bit of her filth.
But my hunger is suddenly interrupted by an all-too-familiar sound. Moments go by, but the sound grows louder, more insistent. I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest as I realize what it is.
All of a sudden, I can hear Riley's footsteps traveling up the stairs in the hall. I quickly dart up, pushing Jess off of me. "Riley is coming," I say, my voice urgent, my heart pounding. I scramble to my knees, my body tensing as I anticipate her arrival. "Quick, Jess. Get on your knees and stay quiet." I whisper.
Jess, still naked, looks at me, I can see her eyes are wide with fear and confusion through the darkness. But, she too gets on her knees. I pull her arm to get close to me, to have her right next to me. We both look up at the closet door through the darkness, trying our best to not make a sound. I can hear the bedroom door open and Riley's footsteps enter the room.