I had always been called weird, but I never been bothered about what people thought about me. We were all weird in our own ways, weren\u2019t we? It turned out though, that my weirdness was a little over the rooftop.<\/p>\r\n
Besides the weirdness though, was a green-eyed beauty. No bragging, but I was the most beautiful eighteen-year-old I had ever met. I had a thing for ponytails, so more often than not, my waist length brunette hair was held up in a neat pony. Today though, I had decided to let it loose. Silky strands of brown hair cascaded down my back, forming a lustrous curtain that swayed from side to side with each step I took.<\/p>\r\n
My body was curvaceous enough to be flaunted without a sliver of shame, and I was great at doing that. My long legs were enclosed in the tightest pair of grey leggings I could find in my closet. They hugged my skin tightly, pronouncing the firm globes of my ass, and of course, the mouth-watering bulge of my camel toe. My fleshy chest was enclosed in a white sleeveless crop top that flaunted my toned stomach and did nothing to hide the juicy dip of my cleavage. Graceful and tall, my endless long legs were a pair to behold. They ended up in a a pair of sneakers. White as snow, the sneakers seemed to be in a competition with my crop top.<\/p>\r\n
Home was boring. If I stayed in that hellhole a minute longer, I just might lose my mind, so I set out for a walk. Lucky me, my home was barely a half minute away from the forest, so I was there in no time. My adventurous spirit was a part of me that could never be taken away. My insatiable sexual hunger was one step ahead of it though. Always was.<\/p>\r\n
For an eighteen-year-old, I sure was one hell of slut, but my extreme sexual behavior was what made me Michaela Wolfe.
The warm evening breeze whistled in my ears as I walked through a pathway flanked by tall trees. Dry leaves crunched beneath my feet, blending with the whistle of the wind to form an ear-pleasing rhythm.<\/p>\r\n
I walked deeper into the forest, enjoying the fine greenery stretching out before me. Moments later, I arrived at a clearing. Once there, the smell of fresh dung hit my nostrils. I breathed deeply, taking in as much of the smell as I possibly could.<\/p>\r\n
To others, the stench would be unbearable and repulsive, but to me, it was the exact opposite. My first sniff of it had my heart fluttering with a savage excitement\u2013an emotion I only felt when my pussy started to throb hard with anticipation.<\/p>\r\n
I glanced around, desperate to find the source of the overpowering smell. That was when my eyes settled on a pool. Far from colorless, the liquid in it was too thick to be considered liquid. It was a pool full of fresh cow dung. Dark and creamy, it called out to me, and its voice was one I could not resist.<\/p>\r\n
I advanced toward the creamy pool, and with each step I took, I could feel my heart clenching with anticipation. I peeled off my shoes, set them on the ground and knelt beside the pool. Taking a scoop of the creamy dung, I spread it across my face. The consistency was a lot creamier than I\u2019d though it would be. It glided effortlessly across my skin, pampering my face with its warmth. My whole body tingled with a desire to be coated in the warm paste. I rose to my feet and gently stepped into the pool. The sight of my porcelain skin and grey pants being covered with the brownish dung brought a throb between my legs. It was even more exciting when my crop top dipped in as well. The homely liquid coated my body, but it was far from the coverage I wanted, so I rubbed it in like lotion. My hands glided down the sides of my face, my neck, and then I cupped my breasts through my crop top. My now hardened nipples strained against the stretchy spandex of my top.<\/p>\r\n
Heat pooled between my legs. Although most of it was the warm dung, I could tell my pussy was hopelessly wet. It could really use a cock, but there was none at the moment\u2013such a shame\u2013so I settled for my fingers. I parted my legs and trailed my slim fingers up my thighs. Despite the warmth enveloping me, a cold chill bolted through my spine, making me shudder.<\/p>\r\n
I slid my fingers higher, only stopping when they settled on the crux of my legs, where my dripping wet snatch hid behind my now soggy leggings.<\/p>\r\n
I moaned as my fingers parted my pussy lips. The raw emotions flooding my insides left me shaken, panting, gasping for breath. I dragged my fingers along my pussy, in search of my clit. Once there, I clamped down on the sensitive nub and pressed it gently. My other hand crawled up to my torso. It slid beneath my top to grasp my boobs.<\/p>\r\n
I spread out my hands and lowered my head, sinking deeper into the pool until every inch of my body was covered in dung. I kept my head buried underneath it until I was out of breath. It was a lot like the breathlessness I often got when I lay beneath a huge ass, letting it smother me and cut off my airways. Frantic for a breather, I raised my head out of the dung and sucked in a deep breath. Globs of dung all over my face felt a lot like a facial. They started to stream down my face, hair and neck, tickling me with each move.
It was only a few minutes before I returned home. But was I worried about how my prudish townspeople would react to seeing me all stained and reeking of poop? Not even close.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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