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Warning! Extreme scat play, unforced and openly enjoyed, ahead… if this offends you or is not your thing please turn around and exit now. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
All stories have a beginning and this one began about ten years ago centered around a college outside of Washington D.C. Lana was studying chemistry, Pam engineering when they befriended each other after several science-oriented social get-togethers on and off campus. They enjoyed being with each other, shared several interests, and decided to go in together on renting a two-bedroom apartment. Pam was 20, blonde and blue-eyed with a body to kill for. She had no trouble attracting male (and female) attention, and in fact made many of the women envious when Matt, a 6′ 5″ star on the football team, and she began dating regularly. What nobody knew, but Pam soon learned, was that Matt loved something else almost as much as he did football, and that was a fetish: he loved scat.
Matt lived alone in a nice one-bedroom place off campus. Date nights the couple spent together often ended up at Matt’s place. As lovers they were adventurous and audacious, willing to go down new avenues. They had explored a plethora of new positions, of exciting ways to stimulate each other’s openings with fingers, tongue, and cock; neither was shy or withholding. One night, after an intense and deeply satisfying anal episode that involved Matt licking her asshole and fucking her there, he told Pam about his fetish. After Matt had come in her ass and withdrawn, they both saw that his cock was covered in her shit. She wasn’t shocked or appalled by this, not even when he wiped his prick off with his hand and smeared it on her ass. It just seemed so very sexy and daring.
Pam had had some experience with poop play earlier in her college career, but nothing very intense. She had gotten very drunk with a girl at a party one time, and when they went to the girl’s house afterward and started kissing each other on her bed, Pam was about to touch her pussy through her panties when she smelled what was obviously shit: the girl had shit her panties, barely cognizant of the fact. She was super embarrassed when it dawned on her what had happened, but Pam coaxed her into relaxing, and was soon rubbing the poop over the girl’s ass. Unfortunately, the girl was so wasted that she couldn’t even respond to Pam’s attentions, one way or the other, but Pam felt something deep inside herself respond. She started breathing hard and felt a rush in her loins, and was able to pull her own dress down off her tits and smear them with some of the shit on her hands. It felt so soft and creamy. Then she wriggled her panties down and took some more in her hand and wiped it all around her well-trimmed bush and pussy, moaning softly. Her fingers went inside her cunt and danced around her clit, rubbing it until she climaxed hard and almost fell off the bed. The other girl was pretty much comatose by then, so Pam went to her bathroom and washed herself as best she could. Part of her thought she must be half insane, but she liked it, how dirty it was, how dirty-special it made her feel.
Matt was the one, in fact, who got a surprise when Pam also rubbed his cock with her hand, scooping up what he’d missed (granted, not much), and rubbed it on her tits. She stared at him as she did it, biting her lower lip, feeling incredibly sexy and provocative. And that inspired him to spill about his love of scat: the defecating, the smell, the smearing, even the taste (now tasting it, that bit of information caused a ripple in her thinking), also the pissing that often went along with it (though he and Pam had already done that with each other once in the bathtub, each drenching the other in pee), indeed his real love for the entire act. Matt and Pam continued to talk about it and hash things out (at one point, to interrupt their talking with some action, Matt put his mouth to her tits and licked the shit off she’d put there), until she was feeling comfortable and safe that Matt wasn’t going to simply abuse her. So, when Matt asked if she would try pissing and scat with him, she agreed.
The night they agreed upon for this momentous occasion began with a raucous party at an off-campus establishment: lots of booze, some party drugs (not their thing), loud music, and some open sex. Most of the sexual activity was done discretely, but a few couples were mostly naked and fucking for all to see. Being a star on the football team meant lots of attention for Matt (he probably had more pairs of tits rub up against his chest than you could imagine; Pam was counting at first but then gave up, laughing). She didn’t hover over him, but every now and then would remind everybody who he was really there with by slinking into his arms for a kiss, or directing his hand onto her ass (she wore a tight super mini dress that just barely covered her ass) for a feel. Once, near the end, when the sex was about as openly flowing as it would get, Pam istanbul travesti pulled him into a secluded corner, crouched down, took his cock out, and gave him a blow job. Just enough to want to get him to take her out of there and back to his place for what they’d planned.
They arrived at Matt’s place, both a little drunk, both with great anticipation, held and kissed each other and began stripping off their clothes. Matt pulled her toward the bed (protected now with a plastic mattress cover under several thick quilts), laid down on his back, and pulled Pam on top of him. He kissed her hard on the mouth and then moved down to her tits, kneading each one in his hands. Her 36B tits filled his mouth nicely as he sucked each one. He tongued all around her nipples, biting them with his teeth, then licking them, drenching them with his spit. After a few minutes of this Pam moved down to his cock and put all eight inches of him into her mouth. She sucked greedily on his cock, tasting his saltiness, jamming the tip of her tongue into his piss hole, tasting drops of his pee. She worked her tongue around the knob and then thrust it into the back of her throat. Matt moaned in pleasure.
She then removed him from her mouth and motioned for him to get up onto his knees. Her thought processes were racing all over the place. Was what she was about to do really what she wanted to do? She knew it was degrading and very nasty, but why did that seem to be an attraction for her and not a complete turn-off? Why did the sensation deep in her loins seem to beg her not to stop but to throw caution to the wind and make the plunge? She spread his legs far apart exposing his puckered pink asshole. Something took over within her, something she felt was about to define who or what she really was, and there would be no stopping now. Starting at the base of his balls she glided her tongue up his ass crack until she made contact with his asshole. She circled it several times with her tongue getting it super wet, surprised at the general lack of taste, and then pushed her tongue inside. The sphincter was tight at first (anal-retentive, she mused ), but as she worked her tongue in and out of the hole he loosened up. Soon she was able to push her tongue into his rosebud an inch or so beyond the opening. He smelled and tasted mostly of sweat at this point, though with a slight acrid tinge. The pleasure was as good for her as it was for him. She was actually loving it.
“I can feel like I’m going to shit,” he told her. “You might want to move down and under me.”
You are a filthy bitch, she said to herself, you are, just admit it, but also admit it makes you feel superior, honored to have such vile, filthy cravings. That wrenching in your stomach, your cunt, like you’re being thrown out of an airplane, admit you’ve never felt that until now, about to do this vile act. Admit it and then do it. Do it!
“No,” she said, with just a bit of awe and defiance in her voice, “I’m fine right here, I like it right here,” and went back to licking his ass crack and asshole. Her mind raced wildly, trying to overtake the pace of her emotions and sensations, and knew it never would. If she was in this for a penny, she’d be in it for a pound, she concluded, and decided that she wanted everything Matt could deliver, his piss, his shit, his anything, and she would take it everywhere, including her mouth. How disgusting, how magnificent! Her one real shit play experience earlier involved only minor body smearing, nothing ever near her mouth, so this was a huge step. But imagining the filthiness and nastiness of it made her hot and tingly. As the thought raced through her mind, she could feel her pussy getting very wet.
“Seriously, babe,” Matt said, “it’s about to come out any second.”
“Good,” she replied, her cunt juices really starting to flow, “let it come.” Her face was only inches from his asshole and she saw the large, darkish brown turd begin to peek out of his sphincter. The rosy circle widened and the turd protruded more, sliding slowly out of his ass. When about an inch or two of the turd was sticking out, she touched it with her tongue and put her lips around it. It seemed to her like her mind had shut off and she was operating purely on sensual instinct. His shit’s odor wafted up her nose, strong and, well, shitty, and the taste was acrid and bitter, but not nauseating.
Fuck me to hell, I’m doing it, she thought to herself, and I want it, I crave it! Now his turd picked up momentum as it exited his ass, and Pam could feel it begin to fill her mouth. Her mouth was soon filled to capacity, so with her finger she pinched the turd off and caught the rest of his shit in her hand. Although now in two pieces, one in her mouth, the other in her hand, the length of the whole turd was about 10″ and about 2″ in diameter. It was hard, but with a pliancy to it, and on the wet side. She wiped some of the shit in her hand onto his ass cheeks, some onto her tits, and put the travesti istanbul rest in a neat pile next to her. This freed up her hand, so she removed the turd that was still in her mouth; this allowed her to talk again. Now that she’d made the plunge, she wouldn’t stop until she touched the bottom of this very deep pool.
“Don’t move yet,” Pam said to him. “I want to do something.” I will show you, Matt, a side of me you never imagined, that I never knew myself until I had no choice but to confront it and brand it on my soul.
He did as asked, and Pam took the turd that was in her hand and smeared it across his ass, into his crack, all along his asshole; she even pushed her fingers up his asshole pushing his shit back in there. The smell radiated out as she smeared it over his skin, not at all unpleasant, her mind refusing to let it be that. As she spread it more and more it became softer and creamier. Her hand was filthy black with his poop. When she was satisfied his ass was covered enough, she decided once and for all that if she didn’t do right that instant what she’d been working up to do, she’d never be able to face herself again: so she spread his cheeks wide apart and carefully put her tongue against his rosebud, just the tip, and tasted his treasure, his gift.
When she didn’t gag, realized she wasn’t going to gag, her inner dictator demanded that she lick again, only harder and deeper this time. She did, tasting more of him, rubbing her tongue hard against his pucker and pushing the tip inside, seized by an overwhelming pleasure. The act took less than ten seconds before she retracted her face, but the feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction was complete. She then took her dirty hands and, with her eyes closed, rubbed them on her face, her cheeks, forehead, and down across her mouth, opening her lips, and then down to her neck. Her breathing increased along with her moans of delight. If she had any power to think about it at all, she would have thought she’d become totally insane, as the creamy shit bathed her skin. Yet if at that very moment someone had put a stack of Bibles under her filthy, blackened hand, she would have sworn on all of them that she’d just experienced the most wondrous moments of her life sexually.
When she had finally had enough, she sat back on her haunches. She looked down the front of her body and saw that her tits were heavily smeared with shit, as was her pussy area. She couldn’t remember actually being the cause of that, but knew she had to be. She never felt so alive before in her life. The other half of Matt’s turd still lay on the bed where she’d placed it.
By this time Matt had turned around to face her. “Oh, Matt,” she purred, “that was so fucking wonderful, I can’t believe it, something snapped inside of me” He put his hands to her face and pushed some of the shit off of it and into her hair and then coated her shoulders and arms. She loved the feeling he was producing on her body, smearing pleasure into her. She had dived into this wonderful pool and was headed to the bottom; there was no rescuing her now. The more he spread onto her, the more alive she felt.
“Oh, baby,” he said. “Look at you, you look wonderful!”
“I just had to, I couldn’t help it,” she said. “I never thought it could be so fantastic or that I’d like it so much.”
He continued to touch her, to spread his feces over her tits and torso and pussy; she sat leaning back on her elbows, opening her body out to him, enjoying every smear, every touch. He had been down this road before since starting college, had helped cover other women in his and their scat, had experienced the pleasure of it for himself; but he was overjoyed at the amount of satisfaction Pam was showing. Was she a scat queen in the making?
She put her arms around his neck finally and kissed him. “I know you love this, Matt,” she said, “and I can see why. It’s my turn to give you what you want. Tell me.”
Almost bursting, he said, “Oh fuck, Pam, I want all you have, and just like you, I want you in my mouth.”
She just smiled and said, “Come on, then, lie down.” A substantial part of her now felt she was engaging in the most common, elemental sexual act known, page one of the sex manuals, it seemed just so normal and natural. So much had transpired in a half hour.
Matt laid down on his back and Pam straddled his face. She lowered her ass onto his mouth facing backward and felt his tongue licking her anus getting it wet. She remembered the last time he’d licked her ass just before fucking her there; it felt even better now. She relaxed and felt rumbling in her bowels. She pushed and felt her shit move down her rectum to her opening. She felt her sphincter open and knew that Matt could see her shit now. She felt the turd, it was a turd, a big one, exit her body and then heard a low moan from Matt. The turd broke before it all came out, and she tightened her sphincter to hold back what was still inside her. He was breathing istanbul travestileri hard now through his nose.
“I still have some more,” she told him, but of course he couldn’t say anything with his mouth full of her gift. Then she moved her ass just slightly back and up so it was over his face and not his mouth, and released the rest of her load. It snaked out of her across his nose and onto his cheek. The power and strength produced in her by doing what she just did was beyond description; the filthiness of it made it Olympian. She tasted pungent and slightly spicy, and his brain quickly overcame any unpleasantness. She got off him and knelt next to his face, surveying her deed. He started to move his hands toward his face, but she stopped him.
“Nope,” she said. “Allow me.”
With her fingertips first she spread her deposit all over his face, and then rubbed it in harder with her palms. There was quite a bit of excess which she smeared into his hair; he asked her if there was enough left for her to put in her hair (“Shit in hair is just so fucking sexy,” he told her), and she ran her fingers through her own straight brown locks. Next he felt her move above him and realized she was replacing her ass with her pussy. She rubbed her pussy, with its well-trimmed but distinct bush, onto his mouth.
“Eat my cunt, Matt, shove your tongue up there.” He licked her pussy, ramming his tongue up her snatch. She began to move her pussy rhythmically on his mouth, and her breathing became more pronounced.
“Oh, shit,” she bellowed, “fuck my cunt with your tongue! Harder!” His tongue scraped her pussy walls and danced all around her clit, producing waves of delight deep inside of her. Her pussy juices flowed from her turning the fudge on Matt’s face into a creamy slurry. It flowed down his chin onto his neck. Pam moaned loudly now, and in a few minutes, as she ground her shit-covered cunt onto Matt’s mouth, reached her orgasm and came with a tremendous spasm, her juices flowing into his mouth. A few seconds later he felt an additional mild wet flow enter his mouth, one that was slightly salty, and realized she was pissing in his mouth. He swallowed what he could and the rest dribbled out down his chin and neck and onto the bed.
“Oops,” she said playfully as she lifted herself off of him. “I hope you were thirsty, just thought you might be.” Their sex acts were beyond the pale, but were still wonderful fun, producing joy and frisky exuberance. What at first had started out as a tentative, hesitant act had opened up into a fully acceptable, full-steam-ahead escapade.
She turned and stretched her body on top of his, mashing her torso onto his, squishing it in their fudge. She put her lips to his and they kissed deeply for at least five minutes. She reached down to touch his cock and saw that he was hard.
“That big cock of yours must be aching to burst,” she said to him. “Let’s do something about that.” Her rapture over all things scat overwhelmed her, and she felt capable of doing anything now. She moved down to his cock, scooped up some of the poop that still covered his ass, and spread it up and down his prick. “Which hole do you want, my ass or my cunt?”
“Let’s start with your ass.”
“Start with!” Pam replied in a jeering, joking tone. “You’re a greedy one. You think you’re going to get both of them, don’t you.”
“Hmmm, now that’s a nice thought, sounds perfect to me,” he replied.
“Such arrogance,” she continued mockingly. “You football players are all alike.”
“Players?” he scoffed. “How many of us have you pleasured exactly?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she replied. “None of their shit tastes as good as yours, though.” And she laughed.
As if to prove her assertion, after she finished lightly lubing his cock up with poop, she sucked it a dozen times, totally enraptured by the taste and the act. Soon she straddled him and helped guide him up her ass. His well-lubed cock slid in easily. He moved his hips up and down in synch with hers as his cock went deep into her ass. His cock filling her rear made her feel incredibly horny. She suddenly had the urge to do something totally wild. She remembered she had left part of his turd on the bed earlier, and now she reached down to retrieve it. She put it in her hand and showed it to Matt.
“This is yours, this is part of what you gave me before.” He reduced his ass-pounding to a near halt as he looked at her sitting atop him. Then she broke a small piece off and very theatrically put it in her mouth, rubbing her tongue with it, showing him it as it got blacker and blacker. When her mouth filled with saliva, she spit it out on his chest and a few times dribbled it in his mouth. “Mmmm, I learned today just how much I love your shit, the taste and feel of it.” She continued to suck it, dribbling out the juicy remains.
Then she said, “Do you still want to fuck my cunt, Mr. Greedy One?”
“Oh, yeah,” he replied. “You wouldn’t deny such a greedy shit-loving guy like me, would you?”
“Don’t push your luck, Buster,” she said. “But if you want my cunt, you’ll have to share this with me,” and she broke another piece off the turd and put it to his mouth. “Yes? Deal?”
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