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Morgan, a petite futanari with an impressive cock, couldn't resist the allure of the effeminate-looking boy in class. She followed him to the restroom and found herself intrigued by his tight, poop-filled asshole. Without much hesitation, she pushed her lengthy member inside, filling him up with both cum and waste. The sensation was unreal for both of them as their bodies connected in a taboo union.

As they stood there, tangled together in the filth, Morgan leaned in close to whisper in the boy's ear. "I hope you enjoyed that," she purred, her voice husky with lust. "Because next time, I think we should try my special recipe... You know, mix my cum with some extra spices." She gave him a wink before stepping back to admire her handiwork. The boy, red-fac

With each powerful thrust, Morgan could feel the resistance of his tight asshole, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She leaned forward, bracing herself against the boy's back as their flesh slapped together with every movement. His moans filled the air, a mixture of ecstasy and shame, as he was filled to the brim with hot cum and feces.

Her pace quickened, her cock growing slick with their combined fluids. Her breathing became ragged, her vision beginning to blur from the pleasure-induced haze. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. With one final thrust, she felt the walls of his ass clench around her cock as he came, spewing hot cum across their intertwined fingers.

As they stood there, panting heavily, Morgan reached down and pulled her still-hard cock free from the boy'

With their shared breathing slowed down, Morgan whispered into his ear again: "You like that, don't you?" Her voice was soft yet demanding as she asked him if he wanted more. The boy didn't reply but nodded meekly, his eyes closed and a tiny smile on his face. She leaned in further, pressing her body against him before thrusting gently again, just enough to tease him with the sensation of being filled anew.

"Good boy," she murmured approvingly, feeling herself grow aroused once more at the power she held over him. Her hips began to move in a slow, steady rhythm as she pumped into his tight ass again and again, each stroke sending new waves of pleasure coursing through their entwined bodies.

The boy arched his back slightly, moaning softly this time around as he felt her cock slowly begin to stretch him

As they moved together in their unholy dance, the boy let out a small gasp before releasing a loud, powerful fart. The sound echoed through the bathroom stalls as Morgan felt the rush of air mixed with his own seed and waste shoot out of his ass and against her thighs. The salty tang of it mixed with her own arousal sent shockwaves through her body, making her thrust even harder into him.

"Good girl," she praised, a wicked grin spreading across her face as the filth splattered onto their skins. The boy whimpered in response, his head falling forward against her shoulder as he tried to deal with the intense sensations coursing through his body. His body twitched helplessly underneath her touch, each tremor only serving to heighten their shared experience.

The scent of their combined fluids filled the air as Morgan's tongue danced in and out of the boy's nose. Her movements were rough yet tantalizing, adding another layer of sensation to their taboo union. The boy arched his back further, moaning loudly into her ear as she played with him so intimately. Her hands grasped at his hips, holding him steady as she continued to piston her cock deep inside his ass.

"Oh yes," she groaned, "you like that?" The boy's only reply was another loud fart, this time mixed with his cum and waste as it splattered against her chest and stomach. Morgan growled lowly before moving even faster, determined to bring them both to the brink of orgasm.

Her movements grew more desperate as her climax neared. The boy felt her cock twitch inside him, filling him with a new wave of hot cum mixed with his own waste. He moaned loudly, unable to contain himself any longer as he came hard all over their entwined bodies. His ass clenched tightly around her cock one last time before releasing its grip, sending a final shot of warm liquid squirting onto the floor.

They stood there for what felt like an eternity, panting heavily as they tried to catch their breath. Morgan leaned in close again and whispered hoarsely into his ear: "That was amazing... But next time..." Her voice trailed off as she pressed her lips against his neck, enjoying the taste of him and herself mixed together on his skin.

Morgan smiled seductively as she felt the boy's trembling subsiding beneath her touch. "Next time, I think we should invite some of our... friends..." Her voice trailed off into a low moan at the thought of what they could all do together in this filthy bathroom. The image of them, naked and covered in each other's waste, filled her mind with sinful pleasure.

She looked down at him, taking in his exhausted but satisfied expression. For now though, she was content to lean against him, letting their bodies cool down as they relished the intimacy of what they had just shared.

Morgan smirked wickedly as the boy spread his cheeks, farting out cum and poop onto the filthy floor. Her own body tingled with anticipation for what was to come next, as their twisted game of pleasure and pain continued to escalate. The sight of him, once so delicate and feminine now transformed by their taboo desires, filled her with a perverse sense of power and satisfaction.

She reached down, smeared some of the feces onto his chin before leaning in close to taste it on her tongue. "Mmm... Tasty," she purred, her voice dark and seductive despite the grimy surroundings. The boy whimpered pathetically, his eyes closed tightly as he fought against the waves of shame and arousal coursing through him.

But Morgan knew that it was too late for him to escape now;

Morgan smiled cruelly as the boy squatted over a toilet, his pretty little ass puckered and ready for more abuse. She grinned wolfishly and said, "Don't you dare try to hold it in, baby." Her hand wrapped around her cock, already slick with their combined fluids, as she slowly pushed it back into his tight hole. The boy let out a high-pitched moan of pain and pleasure as he felt her cock push deeper, past the barrier of his newly emptied bowels.

She began to thrust again, harder this time, fucking him through the pain of his own bodily functions being expelled. Her other hand grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head back as she leaned in close, her hot breath fanning across his cheek. "Take it," she growled huskily, "take all of

Morgan gritted her teeth as she felt the hot mass of his poop squeeze against her cock with each thrust. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Her hands tightened on his hips, urging him to take more as she pumped harder, faster into him.

The boy cried out in pain and ecstasy, his back arching off the ground as he tried to escape the onslaught of sensation. His muscles clenched tightly around her cock, milking it with each contraction. "Fuck... yes," Morgan hissed between clenched teeth, feeling herself approaching the brink. She continued thrusting with abandon, determined to send them both over the edge together.

With a final, animalistic growl, she felt her body tense and then release, pouring hot cum deep into

The fumes from his repeated farting clouded the air as Morgan continued to thrust into him, grunting with each impact. The combination of her cock sliding in and out of his ass and the stench of their waste filled the room, creating a cocoon of filth around them. She growled lowly, biting down on her lip as she fought to control her own climax while pushing him ever closer to it.

With one last powerful thrust, she felt his body spasm beneath her, and knew he had reached the end. He cried out hoarsely, arching his back in a final convulsion as he came hard all over the filthy bathroom floor. Morgan moaned loudly as well, her hips bucking wildly one last time before she collapsed on top of him, their sweaty bodies pressing tightly together.

She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself

With their breath coming in ragged gasps, Morgan leaned in close to whisper into the boy's ear. "Was it worth it?" Her voice was hoarse and menacing as she asked, almost daring him to lie to her about enjoying this twisted game they had played. His only reply was a weak nod, his chest still heaving from exertion. With a satisfied smirk, she gently pulled out of him, leaving a wet trail on the floor as she walked over to the sink, wiping her cock clean with some toilet paper before flushing it down the toilet. "Clean up this mess," she growled at him, her voice still rough from their encounter.

Morgan narrowed her eyes in anger at the boy's refusal to obey her order. "Fine," she hissed, "then you can enjoy your own mess for a while." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving him there, naked and covered in their combined filth. The door slammed shut behind her as she disappeared into the crowd of students, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the stench of their encounter.

Morgan reentered the room, her expression cool and unaffected as she casually strolled over to where he was still kneeling on the floor. With one swift movement, she scooped him up in her strong arms, carrying him back to the bathroom like a ragdoll. "Come on," she said harshly, shaking her head at his resistance. "We need to get this cleaned up before someone sees." Once again, she positioned herself in front of the toilet, lowering his trembling body down onto the cold porcelain.

"Now clean it up," she growled, leaning in close so that their breath mingled once more. Her hand gripped tightly around her cock, already beginning to throb with newfound desire as she watched him obey her orders and scrub away at the mess they had made together.

Morgan laughed coldly, her eyes flickering with disdain. "Oh, please," she said mockingly, "spare me your pathetic excuses." Her free hand reached down to roughly grope his crotch, giving him a squeeze that sent pain shooting through his already abused ass. "Now clean up this mess," she growled, her voice hard and unforgiving, "or I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your pathetic life."

The boy whimpered softly as she tightened her grip around his sensitive organ, causing him more pain. His fingers scrubbed feebly at the floor, attempting to clear away their waste before Morgan grew any angrier with him.

Morgan's heart skipped a beat as she saw the boy begin to cry. It was not the reaction she had expected; part of her thrilled at the power she held over him, while another part felt guilty for causing him such pain. She released his crotch, taking a step back to give herself some space and time to think.

"Look," she said, her voice softer now, "I'm sorry if I went too far. But you know this was wrong, right?" The boy only sniffled in response. "Just... clean up the mess and let's get out of here, okay? We can talk about it later."

Her gaze drifted down to his trembling form before returning back up to meet his reddened eyes. They stood there in silence for a moment more, until finally he nodded weakly and returned to scrubbing at the floor with renewed vigor.

As the boy finished cleaning up the mess, Morgan couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over her. She knelt down beside him and gently wrapped her strong arms around his trembling form, pulling him close in an embrace she hadn't intended to be comforting at all.

"Look," she murmured softly into his ear, "I'm sorry for being so rough with you. It's just... I can't control myself sometimes." She kissed the top of his head before looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Can you forgive me?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded slowly. His body relaxed slightly in her arms as he leaned against her, seeking comfort and reassurance. In that moment, Morgan knew that she had somehow won back some of the trust they had built before their twisted game had started.

Morgan leaned in closer and whispered into the boy's ear, "I want you to know that I'm sorry for hurting you like this..." Her hand slowly slid between his legs and began to massage his crotch. "...But if you forgive me," she continued, her voice growing hoarse with desire, "I promise to make it all better." As she spoke, her fingers found their way to his bare asshole and started to circle around it teasingly.

Without giving him time to react, Morgan leaned forward and engulfed the boy's ass in her mouth, sucking on his tight hole like a hungry animal. Her tongue thrust deep inside him, seeking out every inch of flesh as she moaned around his entrance. The boy cried out, unable to believe what was happening but helplessly surrendering to the pleasure that coursed through his body.

As Morgan

Her fingers slid in and out of his soaked hole easily, her tongue flicking against every sensitive spot it encountered. The boy arched his back off the ground, crying out as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. His hips bucked wildly against Morgan's mouth and hand, seeking more contact, more sensation.

"That's it," she growled between sucks on his ass, her free hand gripping his hip tightly to keep him still. "Give it all to me." With each thrust of her fingers and flick of her tongue, the boy felt himself growing closer and closer to release. His body trembled violently as he neared the brink, desperate for release from this intense pleasure-pain cycle.

Finally, with a hoarse cry that echoed through the empty hallway, he came hard in Morgan's mouth, filling her throat with

Morgan let out a satisfied moan as she felt the boy's hot cum fill her mouth, coating her tongue and teeth. His ass continued to quiver around her nose, offering one final taste before it relaxed once more. With a grin of satisfaction, she pulled back slightly, her nostrils flaring as she took in his scent mixed with the remnants of their shared pleasure.

"There you go," she crooned, gently wiping the cum from the corners of his mouth with her thumb. "All better now." Her hand rested on his hip reassuringly, but there was a newfound tenderness in her touch that belied the intensity of their previous encounter.

The boy smiled weakly, still feeling dazed and disoriented from the sensations that had overwhelmed him only moments ago. He looked up at Morgan, wondering what this newfound softness meant for them

Morgan's head snapped up at the sound of another fart echoing through the hallway, this one tinged with the familiar tang of cum. She quickly glanced down to see a small trickle of wetness emerging from between the boy's legs, flowing down his thigh. Her brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could ask any questions, he shyly explained that it was just a reaction to all they had been through.

With a soft smile, she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance into his ear. For now, it seemed they were indeed forgiven, and their connection could remain strong despite the dark desires that had brought them here.

As they stood there, locked in their intimate embrace, Morgan's fingers found their way back to the boy's asshole. She began to probe gently at his tight opening, finding just the right angle to push against his sensitive nerve endings. The boy let out a soft moan, his hips automatically moving in response to her touch.

Her free hand cupped his cheek, guiding him closer as she deepened the penetration with each thrust of her finger. Her other hand wrapped around his hip, holding him steady as they swayed together in a slow dance of desire and pain. The smell of their sweat mingled with that of their previous encounter, filling the air with an unmistakable mixture of arousal and taboo.

Their eyes met, locked on to each other's as they moved in perfect sync, seeking release from the tension that had been building

Morgan watched with a mixture of fascination and lust as the boy's ass flexed with each new fart, spraying warm air across her face. She took a deep breath in through her nose each time he let one loose, savoring the unique scent that was now becoming so intimately intertwined with their shared experience. Her fingers slid in and out of his ass rhythmically, setting up a counterpoint to the percussive sounds echoing around them.

Her eyes never left his face, daring him to acknowledge their growing connection despite the twisted desires that had brought them here. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what else they could be doing with each other, how far they might push these boundaries if given the chance. For now, though, this was enough: the taste of him on her tongue, the feel of his ass clenching around her fingers, and the knowledge that

Without warning, Morgan thrust her cock forward, forcing it between the boy's lips and into his mouth. Her hips pushed against his face, driving him down onto her hard length as he began to bob his head up and down, taking her cock deeper with each stroke. She groaned loudly, feeling the intense pleasure building inside her as she was worshipped in this most intimate of ways.

Her free hand reached behind her, gripping tightly onto a nearby support beam for leverage as she powered through her orgasm. The boy tasted so sweet and salty on her cock, his mouth hot and wet around her, that she couldn't help but let out a strangled cry of release. Her body convulsed with each spasm, driving even deeper into the boy's willing throat as he continued to suck and lick at her hungrily.

Finally,

As she regained control over her breathing, Morgan leaned forward and pressed the crown of her nose against the boy's ass, inhaling deeply as their scents mingled once more. His musky odor filled her nostrils, sending a shiver down her spine that left her aching for another round of their twisted game. With a satisfied sigh, she pulled out from his mouth and let him lean against her once again, basking in the warmth and intimacy of their post-coital embrace.

"Was it everything you imagined?" she whispered huskily into his ear, her hand idly running through his hair as they stood there, catching their breaths together. The boy swallowed hard before answering, his voice barely audible over the quiet murmur of students and staff passing by in the hallway beyond.

Morgan smiled gently down at the smaller femboy, her fingers absently stroking through his hair. "It was more than I could have ever imagined," she admitted softly, her eyes drifting shut as she savored the closeness they shared. She glanced back at their surroundings, suddenly self-conscious about being so intimate in public, but the boy seemed to sense her worry and pulled her closer still. With a small sigh, Morgan relented, surrendering to the comfort of his embrace as they continued to stand there, breathing each other in until they could finally return to their class without drawing undue attention.

Morgan smiled down at the smaller femboy as she tenderly massaged his sore anus. "There, that feels good doesn't it?" Her voice was soft and reassuring, her fingers circling around his opening in slow, gentle strokes. She leaned in closer, nuzzling her nose against his hair as he let out a contented hum in response to her touch.

With each pass of her hand, she could feel the tension easing from both their bodies, their connection growing stronger despite everything they had been through. The scent of sex and sweat hung thick in the air around them, but it only served to heighten the intimacy between them, drawing them closer together like magnets.

As she continued to soothe his aching backdoor, Morgan couldn't help but wonder what else lay ahead for them... and how far they might be willing to go to explore those new frontiers of desire.

A slight blush crept up Morgan's cheeks as she heard the boy's request. She looked down at him with a mixture of surprise and want, her fingers still massaging his sore hole. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, hesitating for just a moment before leaning forward to brush her lips against his ear. "I don't want to hurt you anymore."

The boy shook his head vigorously, assuring her that he was okay with it. His hips shifted restlessly in anticipation as Morgan moved even closer, taking in the sight of his tight little hole nestled between his plump cheeks. With a deep breath, she pressed her lips against his flesh and slowly started to nose around his entrance.

Her tongue flicked out to touch his hot, tight channel, eliciting a moan from the boy that sent shivers down her spine. His hands gripped

Morgan pressed her nose harder against his tight little hole, inhaling deeply as she felt the hot, wet heat of his ass envelop her nose and lips. She let out a soft moan, enjoying the sensation of being completely surrounded by him. Her tongue darted in and out, teasing his entrance and driving him wild with pleasure.

The boy thrashed wildly on top of her, his hips bucking violently as he tried to get more of her into him. His moans filled the air, echoing through the empty hallway like a primal cry. Morgan reached up with one hand and gripped the back of his head, holding him still as she took control of their passionate encounter.

As their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, Morgan lost herself in the taste of her boy's ass. The tang of sweat and sex mingled on her tongue, each flick of her tongue

With a deep, guttural growl, Morgan pressed her nose even deeper into the boy's ass, forcing as much of herself into him as she possibly could. Her tongue darted in and out, fucking his tight little hole with relentless force while her free hand clawed at his back, leaving red marks in its wake.

The smaller femboy screamed incoherently, his entire body trembling from the onslaught of sensations bombarding him. His legs kicked wildly as he tried to get closer to his larger counterpart, desperate for more contact with her muscular form and rough hands. Their rhythm was brutal and unforgiving, leaving both of them panting and gasping for air as sweat dripped onto the floor below them.

In this moment, there was no denying the power that flowed between them; an irresistible force that

Morgan paused in her relentless assault on the smaller femboy's ass, her breath coming out in hot little pants as she looked down at him with a mixture of lust and tenderness. His lips were chapped from his constant moaning, his cheeks flushed red from exertion. She gently brushed the hair away from his face, tracing her fingers along his jawline until they met in the middle. "You okay?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper despite the echoing silence of the hallway around them.

The boy whimpered in reply, his eyelids fluttering closed as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers dug into Morgan's shoulders, urging her on even as he begged for mercy with each gasp and moan. "More," he managed to whisper, his lips curling into a smile that never reached his eyes.

Morgan growled in satisfaction and pressed her nose back into his ass, harder than before. Her tongue thrust deep inside him, curling around his entrance as she began to move again with renewed vigor. The boy cried out, arching his back off the floor as he tried to meet every stroke of Morgan's muscular tongue. His hands clawed at her shoulders and chest, leaving bruises in their wake that only served to fuel their passion.

As their bodies became more and more entwined, Morgan felt the boy's tension begin to ease slightly. She paused once again, looking down at him with concern. Her hand cupped his cheek gently, stroking his flushed skin as she studied his face for any signs of distress. "You ready to stop?" she asked softly, her voice a low rumble in his ear.

The boy shook his head slowly, tears streaming down his cheeks from the intensity of their lovemaking. "No... not yet," he managed to gasp between gasps for air. "Just... slow down." Morgan nodded, understanding the need for him to have control even as she held it in her hands. With a sigh, she relented and resumed her gentle assault on his ass, focusing on drawing out every last moan and whimper from him before allowing them both release.

Her touch was tender now, her tongue circling his entrance gently as she continued to hold him close against her chest. The smaller femboy rested his head on Morgan's shoulder, panting heavily from exertion and the unfamiliar sensations coursing through his body. His hands trailed down her stomach, tracing gentle circles around her hip before coming to rest, still bruised but somehow peaceful, against her thigh.

As they stood there, connected in this intimate embrace, Morgan couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and love for the boy in her arms. The strength it took for him to endure what they had done together was nothing short of amazing; she would cherish that memory forever. And when he finally asked if it had all been real... well, that only served as further proof of their connection, didn't it? Yes, it had been real. All of it

Morgan's heart swelled with warmth at the sound of his purr. She gently pushed a stray strand of hair back from his forehead and smiled down at him, her eyes filled with love. "Of course it was real," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "And I promise you, everything between us will always be real. No matter what happens, or where we go."

The smaller femboy looked up at her, his gaze searching and earnest. After a moment, he nodded slowly, his lips curling into the tiniest of smiles before he buried his face against her shoulder once more. "Okay," he murmured, and Morgan knew that for now, everything was just as it should be.

Morgan held him close, her strong arms supporting his smaller frame as they stood there in the quiet hallway. She leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered reassurances and promises of love and protection. The weariness from their intense encounter settled into her bones, but it only made her hold him tighter, more fiercely.

As he nuzzled deeper into her shoulder, Morgan couldn't help but marvel at the trust he'd placed in her. She vowed to always protect him, to cherish their connection and do whatever was necessary to keep them together. In that moment, with his warm, small body pressed against hers, she felt more complete than she ever had before.

As they stood there together, Morgan couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. The small femboy seemed to have found solace in her arms, trusting her implicitly despite everything that had happened. She sighed contentedly, her chest rising and falling with each calm breath.

The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable; rather it felt almost comfortable in its own right. Morgan reveled in the feel of his skin against hers, the warmth of his body pressed close. It was a connection that went beyond words, deeper than anything she had ever experienced before. And for now, as they stood there together in the quiet hallway, it was enough.

Morgan's heart ached at the sound of his whimper. She drew him closer still, burying her nose in his soft hair and taking a deep breath. His scent was so familiar now, like a piece of herself she had never known was missing until he came into her life. Gently, she began to rock them both back and forth, the motion soothing and familiar.

"Shhh," she whispered, her voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. "It's okay, sweetheart. Whatever you need, I'm here for you." She paused, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before continuing in a quiet murmur. "We're in this together now, remember?"

"Of course you can," Morgan whispered, her heart breaking a little at the thought of letting him go. "We'll go home together and everything will be okay." She pressed another kiss to his hair, feeling the wetness there from his tears mingling with their sweat and saliva. "We'll figure things out, I promise."

As they rocked back and forth in silence, Morgan couldn't help but wonder if they would ever truly find a way back to the happiness they had known before all of this began. But for now, she would hold him close and try her best to make sure that however much pain he was feeling, it wasn't because of her.

"I'll protect you," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "No matter what happens." She paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "As long as we have each other, nothing can hurt us." Her hand moved to gently stroke his back, the motion soothing and familiar. "We'll make it through this together, I promise."

The smaller femboy didn't reply, but he didn't pull away from her touch either. Instead, he buried his face deeper into her shoulder and held on tightly as they swayed back and forth together in the quiet hallway.