Walking out her door for the city-wide event, the one thing Vera knows for sure is that she is going to really shake things up at Fuckfest. The weekend-long event is kicking off just a few blocks away, and she's been getting ready for months. She can feel it. She can smell it. She hasn't bathed in well over a month, letting go of hygiene considered conventional even for her already more-than-lax standards. Because of this, her asshole is has this ungodly itch that is driving her crazy. Just as she's been doing for weeks, she satiates the sharp itch with just a slight wiggle—the shifting of the plug lodged up her ass does the heavy lifting.

 The night air is cool, and she feels it easily sweep up her microskirt and tease her bare, filth-stained labia and plump, round buttocks. She knows her skirt is almost more a belt than anything, that more than a little bit of her ass shows. She knows that if she has her two weighted labia rings in—as she does for tonight's events—they make her substantial cunt lips droop well below the skirt line at all times like two meaty pendulums. That's why she picked it out for tonight. That's why it's her go-to for church and other special occasions, too. For a top, her fertile, motherly tits—fat and round and sagging sensuously, but still jubilantly full of pert—are covered just by a very thin, transparent piece of cloth that makes up teeny crop top. Over her bare, slender shoulder hangs a designer bag that, judging by the size and name, would fetch upwards of $2.5K if wasn't smudged in shit and other unknown stains and smells. This is her bag of toys and the few articles of clothing she's willing to wear—she calls it her Bag of Surprise and Supplies. Everyone else calls it “Vera's Sex Sack.”

 And fair enough—despite having her most disgusting lusts (as well as utters and fuck holes) out on display, Vera prides herself on having surprises in store.

 As she nears closer to the town square where the festivities are being held, the stronger the smell of the night's fun gets as it wafts through the early evening. Tart at first, the tang in the air has a very distinct fecal grows until it is so tremendous that you can just about taste the fucking before you can see it.

 In an alleyway about half a block from the main event, she stops and marvels how much she can understand of the scene using all her senses except vision. The air is dense with the odors now, and she even begins to lap at the air when her curiosity starts to get the best of her. She listens to the sounds of moans, groans, screams of ecstasy, slurping, smacking, popping, plopping, farting, fucking. She bends forward at a ninety degree angle and uses her right hand to skid back and forth, up and down between her dirty ass cheeks. They are wet with the sweat that comes from these humid late-summer nights, and it is a sweat that Vera is already wearing dozens of layers of from the months before. She is so sweaty, in fact, that the stains and cracked, caked-on shit that one typically finds on her rear begins to dehydrate and smear again faintly. After a while of massaging her ass and cunt like this, she brings her hand to her face, sniffs it deeply, then begins to wipe all the wet ass juice on her face vigorously. She uses the same filthy hand to dab the smell under her already onion-scented armpits and her shit-ant-tuna cannery of a pussy. I think I'm ready, she thinks to herself.

 Turning the corner to see the main square, her eyes and hit with a dazzling array of kinky, sexy, horny nastiness. Upon the main stage, three couples are competing while the crowd of onlookers shouts and cheers and masturbates. Even though she misses the first part of the event, it isn't hard for her to figure out that this is one of the first events in the weekend's competitive eating tournament. While competitive eaters that cram hotdogs down their throat have to be able to eat a lot fast, the shit eating contest has more variables. It doesn't matter how much shit you can chew and stomach if your partner can't produce.

 Vera's eyes stay glued to the stage as she wanders through the chaotic, writhing crowd. She feels the myriad strangers' hands upon her and loves every grope and prod. Eventually she feels two strong hands come down securely on her shoulders. She cannot see the man, but she can feel his scruffy beard on her neck as he nibbles and sucks at it, and she can feel his rock hard cock standing at attention with its tip lightly tickling her gash and ass from behind. Excited to have the fun truly begin, she leans forward and props her elbows on the edge of the stage, looking up at the women filling their men's gullets with their shit.

 She still hasn't seen the stranger's face, but for the first time she finally feels the force of his manhood as his cocks slip into her cunt.

 He leans over to talk into her ear, his voice low and velvety. “I'd just got it puked on, and you were almost dripping wet, so it this was meant to happen.”

 Moaning, her eyes shut tight and her tongue running wildly across her lips, she nods and says “It is God's will, for sure.”

 As the man's dick plunges deeper and his thrusts slow to a more steady rhythm, he asks to question his member has been begging the whole time:

 “You got shit in that cooch, don't you babe?”

 Drooling, Vera just moans and nods quickly, happily. She is smiling.

 “Whose shit, baby?”

 “Ugh! Oh, uh...” She is struggling to speak through the pleasurable thrusts. “Some of it's mine, some of it's my mom's and some's my sister's... probably a little from friends and neighbors. Sometimes it builds up some.”

 Vera says this knowing it will drive the man wild, and is pleased to feel the mystery man's fuckstick respond to the dirty talk by lurching up and digging into her uterine wall, now.

 On the stage before them, two lovers, now with a fine layer of shit on them from the shoulder-up, are being praised for advancing on to the next round of the tournament. It is a mother and son. The former looks to be maybe forty at the oldest; her son, probably fifteen or so. Amazingly, neither of them are retching in the least, despite the burps from having eaten so much so fast. They take turns speaking into the mic that the cute, nude little host girl holds up for them.

 “All I can say,” the young lad speaks into the mic, “Is that this lovely slut right here taught me that practice makes perfect, and so we've been doing little else!”

 “We failed to qualify last year,” the mother says in a slow voice that you can tell has been dulled by years of chemical and sexual use and abuse. “But we've been training for all this for at least five years now!”

 The mother notices Vera getting railed against the stage, straddles her head and spreads her fat cunny lips to spray a steady stream of hot, golden brown piss onto the lovely little cockpuppet. The mother's stream is phenomenal—somehow more beast than human, in a ghastly but arousing manner. She stinks of shit, stale piss and a barnyard. She pisses like a mare with a full bladder. The hot, reeking cascade soaks Vera's hair and fills her mouth so quickly she's basically waterboarded by the strange woman's piss while the strange behind her lunged in and out of her shit-filled mommy hole while, with his hands, he spread her cheeks and shoved her plug to a fro, in and out. With every shift, removal or reentry of  her big, friendly toy, she lets farts of various magnitude and wetness escape. In this moment, almost drowning in one stranger's urine while being fucked by another, she experiences her first cum of the fest. She screams and moans and squirts a little, and her commotion sets the man inside her's balls off.

 “Oh, fuck, I'm cumming in you.”

 “Yes, fill me up more!”

 “Fuck yes,” he repeats, five, six, seven times as he finally lets his load loose inside her. “Can you get pregnant?” he asks as he's finishing up.

 “Of course. I'm a woman aren't I?”

 Sounding almost worried, he asks her “What if I just knocked you up...?”

 “Then,” Vera replies matter of factly, “I'll have another shit baby, I guess!” She follows this with a crazed laugh, almost a cackle. “Now get out of here before I see your face and it ruins that thrill.”

 Almost aroused again already just by that line, the man does as told and fucks off.

 To everyone's pleasant surprise, Vera shows her initiative and clambers up onto the stage. She's deliberately being clumsy and taking the least dignified route. Over and over, she tries to get onto the stage by lifting one leg up onto the platform. She knows she can't. It's the struggle and the show that's the point. In this position, a good deal of the shit that she had inside her cunt begins to drip out, along with a bit of the stranger's virile cum. The audience eats it up.

 Having finally made it onto stage, Vera produces an MP3 player from her bag of tricks and toys, and plugs it into the sound system.

 “You fuckers want a little show?” she screams to them, unhinged by lust. The crowd just roars violently in approval.

 A rap song by a fetish artist about shitty anal and ass to mouth and ass to pussy begins to play over the speakers, and the spot light shines onto Vera on the stage. She starts but shaking her body so her teats and ass jiggle about, being sure to expose her tender holes as much as possible. She twerks her full, plugged-up ass wildly, the shit leaking out from around the plug as it jostles about in her loose sphincter. She knows the message she's sending, and it's the right one: Free fuckholes for use.

 She stops just long enough to pick two people from the crowd, an older, balding man and a girl that is probably around fifteen. Both are next-to-nude already, and both hurry to the stage eagerly. On stage, Faye notices that the girl is actually about half a foot shorter, smaller than she had thought. The stilettos that she maneuvers in so expertly make her seem taller. It's no secret she had been having some fun with someone who liked those shoes. The heels are caked thick in craggy shit and more can be seen oozing out of her shoes, around her foot.

 Aside from that, the girl is in a white tee that has already been dirtied a few times over, stained by shit and cum and yellowed by her own sweat and others piss. The rest of her is covered by nothing but some very town up fishnet stockings and, of course, the remnants of more filth.

 The man, on the other hand, is wearing a construction tool belt with a different sex toy or aid in each one, and a bib with a crucifix, dove, rainbow and pyramid of shit that says “God Bless This Mess.” The only other item he wears is a pair of black socks that are clearly soaked with filth of who knows what sort.

 Vera grabs the slick microphone once more and, without knowing how to properly use it and excited from the course of events, speaks heavily and breathily into it. The speakers pop some as she gasps heavily when speaking.

 “What's your name?” she exhales into the mic. She then shoves it into the man's face.

 “Jeremy.”

 “Okay, Jerry! You wanna fuck?” she asks, putting it back in the man's face.

 “Actually my name's--...”

 Vera cuts him off by pulling the mic back to herself and asking, “You gotta pee, Jerry?”

 Somewhat confused, the man nods.

 “Jerry has to pee!” Vera shouts way too loudly into be microphone before dropping it to give out a hollow THUD. She drops to her ass, driving the butt plug into herself more, and scoots back so her face is looking at the back of the man's testicles.

 “Piss, Jerry!” she shouts, her voice cracking with the very first signs of raspiness. She opens her mouth and wraps her lips tight around the man's foreskin as he readily obeys her order. She sucks on his half-hard dick like a water hose, only allowing a little to escape at the one point she needs to breath in. When he finishes, she grabs the mic once more, releases a quenched, satiated gasp into it, and speaks once more.

 “Thank you, Jerry. Hang around if you want more, but get the fuck off my stage!” Vera says. The man follows orders. “And your name?” she asks, holding the mic above her head limply in the girl's general direction. At first, only an awkward pause follows. Vera assumes this is the girl's first or second Fuckfest and cuts her some slack. She waves the mic some to get the girl's attention before bringing it back to her own full lips and repeating the question.

 This time, the girl rushes to the mic to answer, displaying her adeptness in her dirt stilettos. “I'm Trista!” she says into the mic, also far too loudly.

 “Awesome, Trista!” Vera responds. “Where do you go to school?”

 “I got to St. Ig—“

 “Nobody fucking cares!” Vera shouts pulling the mic back. The crowd cheers lustfully. “Let me taste you!”

 Trista comes over and straddles Vera's head. The older woman buries her face in the girl's pussy and asscrack, letting her tongue and nostrils explode and probe wildly. After a few minutes, Vera's tongue extends long enough to make a discovery in Trista's bowels. There's gold in these mounds.

 Without the microphone, Vera stops and speaks only to Trista. “Hey, you like to dance? Like, sexily?”

 Trista responds. “Yeah, but only at home. When I'm alone.”

 “Well, do you want to make a lot of friends?”

 “Of course,” Trista whispers.

 “Then get used to doing it in public and follow my lead.”

 Vera stood and grasped one of the poles on the stage flosses her dirty ass crack with it. The filth from between her cheeks smeared the pole.

 Trista tries to follow, but had no pole to use. Instead, the girl, shy and trying not to panic, drops to her knees and just begins fisting herself.

 Vera stops after a while and begins to lick the pole clean, fully aware that it isn't only her filth, slime and discharge that covers it. This makes her hornier. She looks over to Trista to see that the young girl is pulling a handful of shit out of her loose anus and packing it delicately into her far and obviously less-used cunt.

 Hurrying over, Vera straddles Trista's head, facing the audience. She fucks herself vigorously as Trista fills her pussy and begins to push the shit back out, birthing a weak trickle of soft-serve feces. Vera cums at this sight and squirts wildly into and over the audience. After a few triumphant arches shot into the greedy horde, she tilts up her clit and angles her peehole just so, releasing a strong stream into the crowd.

About five minutes later now. Trista and Vera both stand off the stage a bit while a male MC tries to keep the crowd's interest by introducing a dog-and-wifey show.

 “Vera,” the woman says, extending her filthy hand to the girl.

 “You know my name,” Trista giggles as she shakes a hand about twice the size of her own.

 “You remind me of myself when I was your age.”

 “Oh yeah?”

 “I think. How old are you?”

 “I'll be thirteen in June.”

 Vera stifles a laugh. “That's eight months off! No wonder.”

 “No wonder?” Trista questions.

 “You know, the tits and tightness.”

 “I have tits!”

 “You have some tempting bumps but you don't got tits, baby,” Vera replies motherly. “Don't let it bother you.”

 “I don't!” Trista says with an attitude.

 As the two finish wiping off and get ready to venture deeper into the festival, Vera stops the girl.

 “Hey, wait.”

 “Yes, granny?”

 “Cute,” Vera condescends. “I'm not even thirty yet, though, so if anything, I'm mommy.”

 “Oh, get over yourself.”

 “had more fun over you, though,” Vera says in a friendly, inviting tone. “This your first fest?”

 “No.”

 “Second?”

 “...Yeah.”

 “We should stick together,” she assures Trista. “Let me show you how to Fuckfest right.”

 Trista looks at her still-shitty feet, thinking. A moment passes, then two more, but right before Vera is about to speak up again, the girl nods.

 “Okay.” Trista says reluctantly. “Okay, but under one condition!”

 “...Which is?”

 “I want to be a mommy.”

 Vera remained silent, taken aback entirely by this news.

 “I'll be a woman soon!” Trista insists. “Women have babies...”

 Wordlessly, understandingly, Vera nods back.

 “Deal.”

VERA AT THE FUCKFEST

Part 1 by Fecal Faye (scat, orgy, piss, toys, F/f, F/M, filth)