Obsession

     I have been obsessed with shit for as long as I can remember. I’m told that when I was a baby I would fill my diaper and wander off to strip and spread my shit all over myself and paint the walls of our tiny apartment. I have limited memory of this but can readily recall later events of my dramatic toilet training.

     My father left us when I was just three and my mother was left to raise my sister and I alone. Mom depended on Cheri, who was six years older than me for much of my care as I wouldn’t let anyone else near me. We had a regular sitter, Ms. Weber. Cheri absolutely adored me and loved to change and bathe me so Ms. Weber, who was a pretty woman in her early twenties had little to do but talk on the phone with her boyfriend and fall asleep watching TV.

     Mom had to make a living by cleaning houses so we were often left in Ms. Weber’s care for the entire day when Cheri was out of school for summer.

     By the time I was almost five, I was wearing underwear and would pee like a big boy but when it came time to pooh, I needed Cheri. I would call her and she knew to come quickly. She would hold me and usher me into mom’s bathroom and begin to run the water before locking the door. “Did you poop in your underwear, sweetie?” she would ask. I would pout and tell Cheri that I messed my pants. Cheri would say “lets have a look, sweetie” and would pull my undies down around my ankles. “Oh it’s not that bad” she would say. “Let me clean your dirty bottom, Stevie.” She would have me face the toilet and bend over the top of the tank. Cheri would wipe my butt and show me the soiled tissue before dropping it into the toilet. Sometimes she would hold the filthy paper to my face and tell me to lick it while her tongue was pushing up my bottom. Cheri would lick my bottom clean while I savored the smell and taste of my own ass from a pile of toilet paper. On the common occasion that I hadn’t yet pooped my pants, Cheri would run a bath, so Ms. Weber wouldn’t suspect anything and then remove her clothes and lay naked on the tiled floor. I remember her puffy nipples and her swollen pussy displayed in the dim bathroom light as she positioned my butt above her hairless cunt. She began to finger my ass while telling me to poop on her diddy, which was mom called her pussy.

“Stevie, she said. I want you to poop on me. I need to see your poo-poo come out of your butt to make sure you don’t have any butt germs,” I squatted over my sister’s glistening mound and she spread my ass cheeks and my sister begged me to poop in her young cunt. I farted before pushing out a long, thick turd onto Cheri’s hot sex. She eagerly pushed the firm log into her wet pussy until it had disappeared. “Stevie darling, I want you to suck your poop out of my big-girl cunt. I’ve cleaned all of the butt germs with my wet pussy so you can swallow it now.” Cheri then spread her shit-filled cunt and fingered her swollen clit, moaning as her little brother began to sample the fetish that would lead him to adulthood.

    Cheri enjoyed stuffing her tight little cunt with shit almost as much as I took pleasure in sucking it out of her.

     As the years went by, we took the game to new frontiers. Sometimes Cheri would drag me into the bathroom after she had packed her pussy full of her own shit. We would sixty-nine each other and talk filthy to each other. Our obsession soon grew out of bounds and we began to fantasize about tasting other people’s shit.

     Cheri was clever and soon had a plan. She turned off the water supply to the front room toilet and flushed it dry before dinner. When Ms.Weber went to take her evening dump, the toilet wouldn’t flush! She closed the door and warned us not to go in there before she began looking for a plumber in the phone book. Cheri acted quickly and took a large bowl from the kitchen into the smelly bathroom and stole the giant turds from the dry toilet before turning the water back on and flushing again. Cheri ran back to mom’s bathroom with her stinky prize as Ms. Weber returned to inspect the now working commode. Thankful that all was well with the plumbing, Joni found her place on the couch and soon fell asleep.

     Cheri and I had other plans. She removed her pink panties and ordered me to begin stuffing her pussy with Ms. Weber’s shit. It was thick and hard and easily slid up my sister’s quim. Cheri squealed with delight as I pressed the fourth and final shit log to her filthy vagina. I was ready for her to let me eat her shitty puss but instead she took a shower and went to bed with her cunt full of our baby sitter’s feces. After Ms. Weber tucked us in, Cheri would have me push my fingers into her dirty cunt and she would lick them clean. Often I would shit in her mouth and she would swallow only to vomit chunks of feces on my throbbing cock. Cheri loved nothing more than me fucking her shit filled mouth.

    Even though we are both married now, Cheri and I still play daring games at family functions. “Stevie, your breath smells like shit.” “Sorry.” Is all I would say. Cheri would laugh.