Blond Filth - Sex Stories

Blond Filth

... tentative and I cut our kisses short. It was sheer betrayal to put my mouth on hers while knowing that earlier in the day, my mouth had been full of another girl's shit. On the 22nd day, I surprised Athena by eating all 14 inches of her squishy, award-winning log. She was gleeful and praised me which exhilarated me. Along the way, other things changed. I was beginning to see how royal and special and wealthy and aristocratic and superior the Jupiters actually were and I was beginning to understaind more what Athena had said about "the privilege” to be in her personal service. Others in my Socialite peer group worshiped the Jupiters and they envied anyone in intimate service to any Jupiter and I began to also feel especially honored. So, when that pride one day got the better of me, I impulsively told them that I was a "chosen one" and that I was regularly eating Athena's shit. And, I told them that in 22 days, I had eaten her shit every third day and by pure estimate, it amounted to over five-and-a-half feet of rich excrement. They're jaws dropped. Obviously, they were very, very jealous! My relationship with Nicolette ended. I could not keep betraying her. Sometimes while kissing her, I was remembering how an hour before, Athena had taken a complete shit in my mouth and I had eaten it all and even thanked her for the privilege. Besides that change, I was beginning to live for Athena's shit. It was as if her shit had become like a new girlfriend, like I should date her shit ...

... and kiss it and fondle it. It was crazy. Maybe I was crazy. I learned that children of the Jupiters were also introduced into decadence, albeit with less-perverse acts. I didn't know how that worked until one day, Patricia told me to meet her in a Pleasure Palace ballroom. Near one wall was a long, low, narrow table with seven dividers, like voting booths. Patricia had me kneel on the other side of one booth with my chin on the one-foot wide table facing the inner room. The wood dividers blocked my vision to the left and right but I could hear other unknown people being placed in booths. Then, I heard Athena's voice and the click of her heels coming my way. I also heard a higher-pitched voice of a girl with a much quicker clickity-clack gait which told me her legs were much shorter. I reasoned it might be Athena's daughter. "Okay Daphne, keep hold of my hand and let me know when you see what you want." Daphne's voice was a sing-song composition of "No, no, no, (pause; modulation) no." It was repeated many times and it seemed to be coming my way. Then, I saw blond hair and blue eyes, barely taller than the low table. The energy of her body and her sing-song composition stopped. She looked at me. Her eyes widened. She smiled. She yanked Athena's hand. "That one!" She tugged again. "Mommy! That one! LISTEN!" Athena turned to her daughter. "What?" "That one! That's the one. That face! That one right there!" she said while pointing at me and glaring at me the entire time. Athena ...