Sophie and I had been friends for years, but recently, we'd discovered a whole new level of intimacy through our webcam sessions. Our conversations were always candid and wild, but one day, I suggested something truly taboo - shitting in front of each other. At first, she was shocked and hesitant, but after some persuasion, she finally relented.
We settled into our darkened bedrooms, each connected through our laptops. As we watched each other take off our clothes, there was an undeniable sense of excitement between us. I could see the fear in Sophie's eyes, but there was also an undercurrent of arousal. She was nervous and turned on at the same time.
She laid down on the bed, her slender body exposed to me in the dim light. I could see her tight asshole glistening with sweat and anticipation. I instructed her to begin digging her fingers into her asshole, spreading it wide open. She did as I said, her face contorted in a mix of pleasure and discomfort.
Finally, she was ready. I asked her to squeeze her anus tightly, wanting to make sure she wouldn't shit on purpose. Then, with a commanding voice, I told her to let go and relax her bowels. For a moment, nothing happened. I could see the tension building in both of us as we waited for the inevitable.
And then it finally happened. A large, wet turd slipped out of her anus and landed with a soft thud on the bed. Immediately, she began to moan loudly, her whole body shaking with pleasure and embarrassment. She was so turned on by the sight and smell of her own shit that she couldn't help but rub it all over her body.
We continued like this for hours, with Sophie taking turns shitting herself and then washing it off with her own juices. We screamed, we cried, we laughed - it was like a rollercoaster of emotions that only two people connected by a webcam could experience. By the end of our session, we were both exhausted but satisfied.
We promised each other that we would never do it again, but I knew in my heart that we would be back for more. The taboo thrill of shitting in front of someone else was too strong to resist. As I turned off my computer and crawled into bed, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of depraved thing Sophie and I would get up to next time we spoke.
