Toilet Slaves Scatology - Nasty Schoolgirls Scat on Prof! - Part 2

As the schoolgirl's slim, youthful body quivered above him, Prof. Smith couldn't help but savor the moment. The scent of her spilling bowels was intoxicating, and the sight of her firm buttocks straining against her tiny skirt sent a wave of desire coursing through his veins.

With a sudden surge of power, she pushed out the largest turd he had ever seen. It was moist and glistening with her anal juices, and it shuddered with each spasm of her tight sphincter. Prof. Smith opened his mouth wide, desperate to taste the forbidden fruit, as the girl lowered herself onto him.

The warmth of her body enveloped him, and the smell of her freshly voided shit engulfed them both. With one strong hand, he reached up to caress her quivering ass cheek, while the other fiddled with his own growing hard-on. Their breaths mingled in the steamy air, every one laced with the unmistakable stench of human feces.

Feeling himself become completely possessed by the perverse pleasure that coursed through his veins, Prof. Smith took control of the situation. His other hand dove deep into her soiled underwear, fondling her slightly younger cunt. She squealed with delight as he finger-fucked her while she sat on top of him, her ass cheeks clapping against his chest. "Oh, Prof," she moaned, "I cannot believe you're making me feel like this!"

He leaned up and licked the sweat from her neck, tasting the tangy sweetness of her salty skin mingling with the sharp taste of her fresh shit. It was a heady cocktail, and he wanted more. Then, without warning, she arched her back and unleashed a torrent of diarrhea onto his face. It was hot and thick, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He lapped at it eagerly with his tongue, moaning in ecstasy as each sip brought him closer to the edge of sanity.

Time seemed to stand still as they remained locked in their perverse embrace. The sound of her heavy breathing was all that filled the room, and he could feel her heart racing against his chest. Suddenly, she dismounted from him, leaving him covered in a thick layer of her feces. His cock, once again bare, throbbed with anticipation. "Now it's my turn," she purred, before bending over and presenting him with her tight, round ass.

Without hesitation, Prof. Smith plunged his tongue deep into her asshole. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the bathroom they were in. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her prostate, making her buck wildly. As he licked and fingered her tight hole, she gasped for air, her whole body trembling with the force of her own pleasure.

By the time they were both satiated, they were both covered in a thick layer of human waste. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with a mix of lust and disgust that Prof. Smith hadn't felt in years. Slowly, they pulled themselves apart, both pleased with what they had done. The girl smoothed down her skirt, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. "Thanks, Prof," she whispered, before scurrying out of the bathroom.

Prof. Smith sat on the toilet seat, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. He murmured to himself, "What the hell have I done?" but he knew the answer already. He had crossed a line that he had never thought he would cross, and there was no going back now. As he stood up to wash off the worst of the filth, he knew that this encounter would haunt him for years to come. But for now, he couldn't help but feel a dull sense of pride in breaking the schoolgirl completely.