Chapter 5: After Midnight

Her eyes opened again a few hours later. At first, she felt disoriented, then she remembered.

“I’m in Eddie’s bedroom! Fuck, yeah! But what...”

“Eddie, where are you going?”

“You know what they say about Chinese food. An hour after eating it, you have to shit.”

“Don’t you move! I’ll be right back.”

She rushed into the kitchen and found the 2-quart box of white rice. She dumped it out into the garbage and brought the box back to the bedroom, snapping on the light switch by the doorway.

“From now on, partner, shitting is a shared event. I’m going to watch ... supervise you. Do a good job, and you can watch me afterwards. Deal?”

“I am dreaming. You can’t be real; my dirty desires made flesh.”

“Eddie, even if I am imaginary, this shit is real. Were you telling me the truth?”

“Yes, I do need to go.”

“And, if I need to go also? After you?”

“I would want to turn on more lights, Andie.”

“Then get up on the bed, face the door, and show me what you’re made of.”

She stole a glance at his waist as he walked up to the bed; confirming his cock was 3/4 hard.

Watching carefully, she saw his anus pooch out, then relax, with a couple of repetitions. Then, the dark opening began to appear, the size of a pea, then a penny, and then the size of a quarter, and the brown dome began to slip into sight.

She heard him breathe in, and progress stopped with only an inch or so emerged. Then he bore down once more, and the remaining few inches rushed out quickly, dropping into the paper carton with a faint thud. Following quickly was a little brother (or sister?) and then Eddie relaxed and tipped sideways onto one knee, being careful not to damage the container.

“Was that OK, Andie?”

“Wonderful. You’re a very productive guy; I can appreciate that. Want to hold the carton for me?”

“It would be my privilege to assist you with any shitting performance you would like to share.”

“You’re a dirty bastard, but you talk pretty. I like that!”

After a minute, she was displaying herself in the same position while he held the container underneath.

First, there was a pffft sound as some prefatory gas found it’s way out, followed by a spiraling coil of softness. If nothing else, it reminded him of the soft-serve ice cream machines at some fast-food shops. Chocolate, of course. The looping flow slipped down around the sides of his earlier work, so there was no problem of spilling over the sides of the white carton.

“Andie, can you turn and put that down on the floor for me?”

“Sure. But, why?”

“Because, Angel, I need very badly to fuck you now.”

“Oh. Well, alright, if you want.”

He was almost ferocious, pushing in forcefully and literally banging her with loud slaps as his groin collided with her lower abdomen. All she could do was cry out and hold on, as the muscles he had developed from years of climbing utility poles helped him to quickly ramp up to a thumping orgasm.

Not so much milk this time, but his enthusiasm infected her. He managed to slip off to the side so she would not have to bear his weight. But that was about it for Eddie that night. She pulled the sheet over his sweaty body and cuddled up against him. Then she was asleep too.