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 Emma's Farm - 18 (fg, scat, ws, exhib)
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction.
Summary: Emma and Lilly make a daring escape from the outhouse.

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   A few hours had passed since Lilly had joined Emma in the pool of waste.
The girls had been making love, completely oblivious to anything going on
around them.  Anus after anus darkened their little room by covering the
toilet seat, streaming urine or dropping feces (most of the time both) down
onto the girls below.  Their clothes had long been removed and were buried
underneath the muck that the girls now rolled around in.  Their small,
pubescent bodies writhed together as their hands explored every crevice of
the other's.  Their was no friction between them, as they were both covered
from head to toe in the wet brown sludge in which they were submerged. 
Their fingers slipped easily in and out of their young hairless cunts and
their lips had hardly been separated.

   It wasn't until they heard Emma's mom calling for them that they snapped
back into reality.  "Emma!  Lilly?" Linda shouted for the girls and they
froze.  They waited until Linda's voice faded.

   "Shit," Emma began, "where are my clothes?"

   "I dunno, they're in here somewhere" Lilly replied, gesturing to the
filth around them, "same as mine."

   "What are we going to do?" Asked Emma, genuinely alarmed.

   "I don't know," said Lilly, "it will take us forever to find our clothes
and even if we do, they're ruined!" Just then the room darkened as another
woman sat down on the toilet seat above.  A stream of urine rained down on
Lilly's head and she sputtered as she wiped her hair out of her face, the
warm pee splashing off her face and onto her small undeveloped chest.  A
beautiful smile spread across her face, her thin lips revealing a hint of
her sparkling white teeth.  What else was there to do but laugh at their
predicament?

   A hot brown stream of diarrhea poured out of the anus above them and
covered Lilly's face.  Lilly reached up and wiped it out of her eyes, and
when she opened them she saw her lover staring at her, obviously trying to
stop herself from laughing.  It was no use.  Just looking at each other set
the girls off, and soon they were giggling uncontrollably, rolling around
in the filth together.  If the woman above them wiping her ass heard
anything, she didn't let on.

   "So what are we going to do?" asked Lilly with a certain amount of
anxiety.

   "Well, the stream isn't far from here. . .  Let's put on our clothes and
make a break for it." Lilly tried to imagine the distance and it seemed
impossible.  "Come on, we can do it!" The girls set about finding their
clothes, which was pretty hard.  They had to feel around with their hands
through the muck.  Every now and then one of them would think they found
something, but it would turn out to only be a soaking wet wad of toilet
paper.

   After what seemed like an eternity, the girls were wearing what they
thought to be their clothes.  It occurred to Emma that she might be wearing
Lilly's shirt, as it was rather tight on her, but at this point she figured
something was better than nothing.  They had slipped into the clothes
rather easily as both their bodies and their clothes were coated in a slimy
mixture of urine and human excrement.  They were completely covered, brown
from head to foot.  It was in their hair, it squished between their toes
inside their shoes, and it generally got stuck inside every soft, girl y
crevice they had.

   They listened carefully at the door and didn't hear any voices.  "Okay,
we'll go from here straight to the stream.  Walk slowly and calmly so as to
not draw attention in case anyone is nearby." Lilly nodded her ascent and
kissed Emma one more times on the lips.  It was obvious she was nervous,
they both were.  They flung open the door and waited a second as they
adjusted their eyes to the late afternoon sun.  They stepped out and
started walking towards the stream, hand in hand.  They got about fifty
feet before their tunnel vision wore off and they noticed at least a dozen
strangers staring at them, mouthes agape.  Then the whispering started -
"did they come from the outhouse?" "Are they covered in shit?" The gasps
and disgusted exclamations made their cheeks burn red in embarrassment
(although you'd never be able to tell as all you could see was brown).

   The girls simultaneously broke into a run, still holding hands they ran
and laughed all the way to the stream.  They promptly jumped in, laughing
uncontrollably at the expressions of the bemused onlookers who had seen
them emerge from underneath the outhouse.  No one had followed them to the
stream, so they were able to splash and rinse off in peace.

   To be continued . . .

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