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 Subj: part II
Date: 97-11-25 12:06:54 EST
From: Cloves4u
To: ScatWoman

   Miriam,

   here is part 2 based on a true story . . .  :) i wish you well in your
website and hope to visit often.  and maybe i can contribute more stories
for you.  i hope this meets your 'standards'.  good luck!!!

   Clovia

   Painting the Town Brown II By Clovia

   Karen listened to me with lust filled dreamy eyes.  The reaction of the
wine was evident in her behavior and demeanor.  She was enthralled as I
described to her my initial scat sessions with my neighbor friend.  The
intense ass licking that I received at the tongue of that man was arousing
her.  That I was able to coax out a couple of round balls of shit onto his
tongue and into his mouth was incomprehensible but exciting to her.

   She suddenly looked at me in a different light as she played with her
pussy.  Her face flushed red and she toyed with her clit throughout the
evening as I showed her pics, stories and gave her a verbal rendition of my
brown experiences.  The time had come for Karen to enjoy her own.  Her
beautiful baby cakes mooned directly against my face.  I knelt and massaged
her smooth, slim hips.  My hands occupied my own clitty during the course
of our conversation.

   We were lounging around with just our tee shirts on and not much of
anything else when Karen blurted: "Lick me Clovia.  Lick me in my butt!"
"Oh yes baby, you know I want to!" I responded immediately.  "Do you have
to make, Karen?" I asked.  "Well, it's been awhile." She smiled coyly. 
"Then we ought to do this in the bathroom don't you think?" I suggested. 
"Just in case." "Just in case." She giggled in a slightly drunk tone.

   I thrilled at the prospect!  I was finally going to have Karen's ass the
way i've longed for it!  After months of reveling, showering and washing
each other's body in golden urine, I was finally going to surpass the last
threshold and have the opportunity to smell, feel and luxuriate in the
texture of her buttery turds.  It was like a dream come true!  My body
trembled in excitement.  Bringing my face close to her warm buttocks, I
left wet spots on her cheek with my tongue.  Karen moaned . . .  and I
echoed her utterances.  A new dimension to our love making had arrived.

   Karen clambered into the tub and unceremoniously took her tee shirt off,
tossing it towards the sink.  She stood naked and beautiful before me.  She
flashed a wicked smile back at me as if to say 'I can't believe what we are
about to do!' I knelt behind her and caressed the golden domes of her ass
cheeks.  Her butt exuded intense body heat and with the close proximity of
my face to her ass, caused me to perspire and glow in the confines of the
bathroom.

   Spreading open her butt cheeks with my fingers, I ran a tongue from the
base of her spine, down her crack all the way under her until I reached her
shaved clit.  She moaned in rapturous pleasure.  Karen fingered herself
furiously and kept looking back at me and in a mock sneer kept repeating:
"Lick me back there Clovia.  Lick my dirty ass."

   In actuality, her butt was not that filthy.  My sense of smell detected
only the faintest odor of shit emanating from the lovely brown grommet of
her asshole.  I massaged her buttocks and rubbed my hands up and down her
hips and the backs of her thighs, telling her to relax and let loose.  We
both giggled uproariously at the advent of a horrendous fart that vibrated
loudly out of her anus.  The impact made me swoon and caused my head to
instinctively recoil backwards.  My tongue remained against her shit hole
throughout the expelling of gas tickling the tip of my taste bud tool.

   "Clovia!" Karen stammered in a near panic.  "It's gonna happen soon!" As
she clutched her stomach tightly.  In a matter of seconds, I scrambled to
the bottom of the tub and lay down, facing up towards her.  "Squat right
over me, Karen." I told her.  "I want you to do it in my mouth and face."
"Oh my God, Clovia.  Are you sure?" Karen said hesitantly.  "You don't want
it on your stomach or your legs instead?" She looked at me in a combination
of feigned consternation and amazement.  Without a word, I smiled back up
at her and pointed at my open mouth and drew a circle around my facial
features.



   Lowering her torso just inches above my face, Karen began to grunt and
groan.  She gasped.  "There's a lot of it Clovia and I can't hold back much
longer." She slurred her words.  "I can't believe I am shitting on you. 
This is so fucking unreal!" "Let it go, Karen.  Don't hold back.  I love
you!  I've had your cum, your pee.  Only one thing I haven't had from you
yet . . .  is this." I replied matter-of-factly.

   Then it began.  The grommet of her hole opened wide.  Wider than I
thought an asshole possible could!  In simultaneous fashion, a brown mass
punctured its way out of her anus.  It dangled a couple of inches and
swayed slightly to and fro from the tipsy gyrations of Karen's hips. 
Sliding ever so slowly out of her ass, I used both of my hands on either
side of her butt cheeks to support her buckling body.  My mouth open so
wide that I could hear my jaw clicking under my face cheeks.  It seemed
like forever as the turd exited Karen's ass and approached my lips and
tongue.

   Even as I prepared to accept Karen's shit in my mouth and on my face, I
did not expect the smelly sausages to plop onto me so heavily.  I was taken
slightly aback as Karen scored a direct hit into my mouth with her shit. 
The 5 inch log quickly broke off halfway with half on my tongue and
clinging to my teeth and the other half draped over my chin.  Karen's back
arched towards the shower wall behind me causing the next stinking turd to
splatter against my nose and drape itself over my left eye, temporarily
blinding me.  The affect of so much excrement on my face all at once was
both overwhelming and temporarily shocking to my system.  Sort of like
someone suddenly placing a warm, smelly towel over my head and smothering
me.

   The ponderous mass of brown shit in my mouth and nose caused a temporary
breathing problem.  My right eye remained unscathed so I was able to
observe the obscene spectacle from the point of view of a 'toilet.' The
entire act of being such a toilet aroused me beyond belief.  The rapid
approach of a mind blowing orgasm was reaching a crescendo.  Karen keeled
forward while fingering her pussy as one last piece of sticky turd fell out
of her gaping asshole and rolled down my neck and settled in the hollow
between my boobs.

   Karen turned around and brought a hand to her face and began to laugh
hysterically at the sight of me covered in her wastes.  My jaw began to
move up and down as I began the process of chewing her shit.  A couple of
morsels found their way towards the back of my throat and I swallowed her
anal offerings.  The taste was somewhat bitter and chalky and the same
time. It reminded me of when I used to chew on erasers when I was a little
girl.  The texture was akin to cottage cheese and had a similar
consistency.

   She leaned over me and tentatively touched my cheek, giggling at the
preposterousness of the situation.  I managed to tell her to 'touch the
shit' despite a mouth and throat clogged in her brown discharges.  She did
better than that, however.  Karen placed her unsoiled lips against my crud
stained kisser and embraced me.  She lay down right on top of my body and
stuck her tongue out and began to French kiss me.  Her tongue burrowed a
tunnel in the sticky shit ensconced in my mouth until her tongue met mine.
We kissed long and hard, swirling the shit around our tongues and the
confines of my mouth.  She managed to scoop some of her crap out of my
mouth and into hers.  Closing her eyes for a second, she placed a hand on
her chest and . . .  swallowed.  Then Karen rubbed her cheeks against my
shitty facial skin, collecting and gathering her own sticky share of wastes
onto her face.

   We were now in the full throes of surreal scat sex.  Karen lay on her
side next to mine.  We each picked pieces of turds clinging to my eye and
nose and began the slow and methodical smearing and spreading of warm shit
all over our supple, young bodies.  The feelings we had bordered on the
deliciously depraved as we daubed our skin using our fingers to create lewd
streaks and lines all over ourselves.  It felt as if we were female Indian
combatants, looking resplendent in our 'war' paint.  We were in the Big
Apple, the big town and we were painting it brown all right .  . .  at
least our own little corner of the town!

   The feeling of excrement on the skin was gritty, along the lines of
chunky peanut butter.  Our sexual excitement dulled our senses, despite the
fact that the smell of shit was heady in the confines of the bathroom. 
Karen and I gazed into each other's eyes lovingly, nostrils flaring.  We
had come full circle.  For now we were sharing the most intimate and
private acts of humans.  Our bodies shuddered and convulsed in orgasms,
consumed in our mutual perversions, as we caked our arms, legs, faces and
stomach in her warm shit.  "You sure are dirty girl!" I laughed.  "Speak
for yourself, my little shit pig!" Karen laughed with glee.

   We even playfully applied some to our hair.  Karen's locks looked eerie
as the brown mixture contrasted with her gold and green dye job and we
shrieked like little girls while 'admiring' our reflections in a hand held
mirror.  Together, we took on the appearance of two female mud wrestlers .
. .  each fighting a losing battle!!  One last bit of business to attend to
was licking out Karen's lovely asshole of any excess filth.  Her inner
walls covered in delectable shit.  My tongue served as a miniature rotor
rooter blade as I gathered the remains of her dark goodies from her anus.
Every few seconds, I alternated from her ass lips to her face lips, so we
could alternately exchange the putrid concoction from mouth to mouth in
lewd and passionate embraces.  To top off the night, we washed off our
obscenely brown covering by adding the gold of our pee to our bodies.  We
drank of each other's fluids as the nectar that it was and absorbed the
rest through our pores, reveling in the sliminess of it all.

   After a few hours of just lying around in our discharges making sweet
love and ravenously munching on each other's breasts and vaginas, we had a
relaxing and thoroughly cleansing bubble bath.  The only drawback for the
evening was that I did not have the urge to move my own bowels.  Even a
firmly placed dildo up my tight rectum failed to extract any goodies. 
Karen was willing to partake and asked me about it several times throughout
the night.  As dawn broke the next morning, my scat partner was in a sound
and very deep sleep.  Ironically, I sat on the toilet bowl and finally
performed my duty.  I didn't have the heart to awaken my sleeping beauty.
As I sat contemplating the future, I felt assurances that Karen would
obtain many, many opportunities at 'receiving' my chocolate gifts.

   THE END