A Special Meal by Karen
A Special Meal
Warning: This story is meant for adults only. It involves scat activities between women. It is a fantasy and all names are fictitious.
Donna hurried for, within two hours, Melissa would come over and together they would begin preparations for their evening meal. Donna blushed at the thought as she went into the bathroom and started the bath water. At 31, Donna was still a very beautiful woman, full rounded breasts tipped with ever-erect nipples, a narrow waist and a flat tummy, luscious hips that pushed back into a beautiful bottom, all firm and well rounded. In the front, between her thighs, a tight lipped pussy that always seemed to be wet. Donna ran her fingers across and around it, realizing she would need to shave it again before Melissa got there. She took out her razor and began soaping her mons and on down along the sides of her pussy. It took only a few minutes to shave her crotch and she didn't nick herself doing it. Putting the razor and cream back in the vanity, she hurriedly dumped a perfumed powder into the bath water before settling into its luxurious warmth. She just reclined a few minutes, letting the warmth take away all her day's weariness. She thought of Melissa again and hurriedly picked up the bar of soap and began lathering her body. And as a thousand times before, when she got to her pussy, she built a raging fire within. Why did it happen to her this way? Laying the bar of soap aside, she picked up the nozzle of her spray and began to rinse her body, standing knee deep in water. Pulling the plug in the tub, she began toweling herself, again paying especial attention to that magical spot between her legs.
Then, leaving the bathroom, Donna went into her bedroom and took out a bra and panties, a light pink pair. She wondered if Melissa would be wearing any underwear tonight as she hooked her bra in place, cupping her breasts in its prison. Then, pulling on her pink pair of panties, she turned to the mirror. First she began piling her hair in a loose fashion, for she would attend to it later, before Melissa arrived. Selecting a vivid fuchsia dressing down, she modeled it before the mirror, pulling and tugging at it in various places before she was completely satisfied with the lay of it.
Then she sat at the mirrored vanity in the bedroom and began the long arduous chore of putting her make-up on and styling her hair. She selected a deep red for a lipstick to match her evening gown. She went through a full forty-five minutes in this make-up, to make everything perfect before she started her final touch, applying a spray to her raven hair. She stood up and reached for her perfume bottle and quickly pulled her dress up and pulled her panties down to her knees and applied a light touch to each lip as well as to her mons. Then, bending over, she touched her anus twice with the spray, then ran her fingers across the sprayed area to diffuse the fragrance. Pulling up her panties, she let her dress fall and twirled before the mirror. Perfect, she thought, but I hope Melissa likes it.
She went into the living room, peeking out of the front blinds. Then she went into the kitchen and broke ice to chill a bottle of White Zinfandel and put them together in the cooler. She twirled the bottle back and forth a few times when she heard a car door slam in her driveway. She again hurried into the front room, checking her make-up in a hall mirror before rushing to the front door. The doorbell rang just as she was entering the front room and she lithely crossed the room and opened the door.
There stood Melissa, a 22 year old beauty, a platinum blond. Standing to the side, Donna's eyes devoured this young blond coming in, wearing a dressing gown, a coral gown that matched her lipstick.
"Oooh sweetheart, that gown is divine on you. Where did you get it?"
"I ordered it just for you, I knew you'd like it," and the two of them went into a kiss, a long french kiss with their tongues attacking each other's.
"What were you planing for supper, sweetheart?" Melissa smiled warmly.
Donna flushed a bright red, "I was planning on lobster for you, and a light salad."
"Sounds wonderful, shall we start? I'm famished," Melissa took Donna's hand and they again went into a kiss. Then, breaking apart, they started for the kitchen where both Donna and Melissa began preparing the meal together. During the preparations of the meal, both went again into a kiss only this time Donna felt Melissa's breasts beneath the gown several times, trying to see if Melissa was wearing any underwear.
"Hungry?" Melissa smiled at Donna.
Again Donna colored but nodded her head yes.
"I think our supper is about done. I have spent a lot of time preparing your half of the meal, it has been baking for hours."
Again Donna colored but she didn't take her eyes off this lovely creature, and she cupped Melissa's butt in her hands. "I know you've been preparing my meal for hours. I can hardly wait."
When she had first broached Melissa about her dream, Melissa had fooled her, agreeing to it rather easily, although she did ask several embarrassing questions about it. Donna had done her best to answer straight forward, blushing nearly the whole time they discussed it, and that talk had lasted a good half hour before a date was set up for this dinner. And now it was almost upon them and Donna was about to live out this dirty, filthy dream of hers. Just the thought of it sent shivers up and down her spine.
Donna moved the wine cooler into the dining room and set out plates for the two of them. She then set out two champagne glasses and laid out silverware, sterling silver for such an exciting occasion. Going back into the kitchen, Melissa was putting on an apron in preparation of taking the lobster out of the pot. Then, taking the lobster out of the pot, she carried it on a tray into the dining room where Donna was pouring Melissa's White Zinfandel into the glass beside her plate. Melissa sat down at her plate and waited for Donna to take her seat.
Once Donna had seated herself, looking across the table at Melissa, they remained in this position for several moments until Melissa took the lobster off the tray and placed it on her plate. Then she added a blue cheese dressing to her salad and took a small sip of her wine. Her eyes raised to Donna then and their eyes remained locked for several more moments until Melissa pushed back her chair and stood up, again looking across the table at her love. Then slowly, Melissa stood up in the chair and stepped up on the lace table-cloth and stepped across right in front of Donna. Melissa jutted her hips forward and began to slowly, teasingly raise her gown. At once Donna realized she had been right, Melissa had not been wearing any underwear, just a regular pair of nylon hose, attached to a garter belt.
Donna picked up her champagne glass and raised it, placing its lip right against Melissa's pussy lips. Melissa pushed the glass into a different position. "My aim is not to good," she said and she began pissing into Donna's glass. Their eyes remained locked for only the briefest of moments and Melissa looked down at her piss splashing into the glass. When she had filled the glass approximately three-quarters of the way, she stopped urinating and Donna took the glass down and took a sip of the warm, salty liquid.
Once Donna had set the glass down, Melissa slowly turned her back and squatted down right over Donna's plate, the cheeks of her ass widely spread, her asshole plainly in Donna's view. After a few more moments, Melissa started grunting and her asshole began to dilate, bigger and bigger. Donna was amazed at the size of the young woman's asshole and couldn't tear her eyes away. When it had spread out approximately an inch and a half, Donna caught the sight of a brown log slowly oozing out of the overly-extended orifice. A nearly silent fart escaped, the pungent odor assailing Donna's nostrils, in a wave of what was coming. Slowly, ever so slowly, the young blond was shitting on Donna's plate!
Donna was mesmerized by this filthy spectacle. As more and more slid out, it slid out faster until it fell in a lump on her plate. Slightly curved, it lay moistly on Donna's plate in one piece, approximately eight inches long and an inch and a half in thickness.
Melissa looked back at Donna and Donna colored. Melissa stood up, stepped across the table and stepped down on the chair and then the floor. Turning to face the table, Melissa sat down again and pulled the chair up to the table, all the while gazing warmly at Donna across the table who was alternating her stare from the log of filth in her plate to Melissa's face.
Melissa picked up her knife and fork, "Darling, you'd better get to eating. I'm sure that turd is not as warm as my lobster meat."
Donna blushed but picked up her knife and fork and set the tines of the fork into the firmer end of the turd and began using her knife to slice about an inch off of this dirty, dirty left-over food. Naturally, it sliced through easily and, laying the knife down, Donna started the nasty food towards her mouth, but stopped when about halfway to her mouth to look up at Melissa. Melissa was watching her as she chewed her own lobster meat. Donna then raised the shit to her mouth, opened her mouth and slipped the mouthful into her mouth, closing her lips and pulling the fork out. For several seconds, Donna just held it in her mouth before she began to chew. Melissa was watching her chew, once, twice, three times before she stopped, her taste buds rebelling against this strange taste. Donna started chewing again, pushing the mouthful of shit all around in her mouth with her tongue. When she had chewed it eight times, it was completely dissolved and she swished it around once in her mouth before swallowing. Again picking up her knife and fork, she sliced off another piece and put it quickly into her mouth and began chewing. She looked across at Melissa, who had a warm smile on her face, which made Donna flush right down to her toes. She only chewed this bite seven times before it to turned into a warm brown slime. Once Donna swallowed this filthy mess, a brown trickle started at the corner of her mouth and she picked up her napkin to wipe it away. Once she wiped the scum away, she looked at it and Melissa said, "It looks like my toilet paper."
Again Donna sliced off another piece, now much softer, and popped it into her mouth and began chewing. Melissa noticed Donna's eyes starting to glaze over as she chewed, getting more and more glazed with heat until Donna's face clinched up as if in pain, her teeth gritting together and she began to moan. Her whole body quivered in excited lust for several seconds before she slowly regained her composure and swallowed the vile lump in her mouth and wiped her mouth.
"Did you just have an orgasm?" Melissa asked, unbelieving.
"Yes," Donna rasped.
"You must like that nasty taste of my shit," Melissa smiled.
"I can't believe I just had an orgasm eating your shit! I love the taste of your shit, darling."
"Keep eating, you've only eaten about half of it," Melissa pointed at her shit.
Again Donna sliced off a yet softer piece and popped it into her mouth and began chewing, although it would have melted in her mouth in no time. She ate the complete turd in 20 minutes and she had to wipe her mouth several times.
"Are you ready for dessert now?" Melissa asked.
"Yes, what did you plan?"
"How about a scoop of ice cream? And I can give you some nice chocolate syrup for it. Would you like that?" Melissa grinned and pushed back her chair and went out into the kitchen to find a scoop and a box of ice cream in the deep freeze. Bringing the ice cream back with bowls, she placed one scoop in each bowl before climbing back up on the table. She squatted down over Donna's bowl and began to poop out a thick slimy goo, coating Donna's ice cream. Once the scoop of ice cream was coated, Melissa got down off the table.
Donna picked up her spoon, her eyes riveted to her dessert and again, slowly she lowered her spoon and took out a spoonful of this filthy mess. Putting it in her mouth, she just rotated it around in her mouth until it dissolved and she swallowed. She scooped out the shit-flavored ice cream in bite after bite as her eyes locked on Melissa's. Finally, Donna finished her dirty dessert. Picking up her glass, she drained Melissa's piss down her throat, washing the brown scum away.
"How about some coffee now? We can take it in the front room," Melissa stood.
Donna stood and picked up her coffee urn and together they went into the front room. Turning the lights out, Donna began lighting two candles on the coffee table and then poured the two cups of coffee.
Raising, Melissa moved Donna's cup over to the side of the table and squatted over the cup, dumping about five tablespoons of poop into Donna's cup. Then, walking around the table, she took up her own cup.
Donna picked up the cup and sipped this steaming, polluted liquid, facing Melissa.
"Oh, this tastes dreamy," Donna exclaimed and took another sip. The two ladies sipped the remainder of their coffee until Donna asked, "May I lick and suck your asshole now?"
"You want more?" Melissa asked, disbelieving. "You know what will happen if you suck too hard."
"You have more?" Donna asked, the excitement evident in her voice.
"I saved it up just for this occasion," Melissa admitted. "I think I now know a great deal about you. You are a submissive slut, aren't you?"
"Yes," Donna admitted.
"Get down on your knees and beg me for the rest of my shit," Melissa pointed at the floor.
Donna searched Melissa's face, wondering how she had ever gotten into such a degrading position with this young blond, and then she slid off the couch and went to her knees. "Please, Melissa darling, may I have more of your shit."
"I think you'd better call me Mistress now, now that I know what a shit-pig you are, and you'd better do a lot better job of begging me or I'll not let you have any."
"Please, Mistress Melissa, I'm begging you. May I have more of your shit? Please, please. I want it very bad, more than you'll ever know. Please Mistress darling, allow me that great honor to eat more of your shit!" "That's much better," Melissa laid out on the couch, face down, hiking her gown up over her waist. "For that good job of begging, I will allow you to worship my delicate shit-hole with your lips and tongue. But lick it clean first and then I'll allow you to suck poop right out of my shit-hole."
At once, Donna parted Melissa's buttocks and whispered 'thank you' to Melissa as she found her anal pucker with her tongue and began licking at it, reveling in it's vile, bitter taste. She licked at it for fifteen minutes until, "Mistress, I've licked your asshole clean. May I suck it now?"
"You may suck it now but don't be surprised if you get a couple of big mouthfuls of shit. As I explained to you earlier, I saved it up."
Donna lowered her mouth to the anal pucker and closed her lips around the hole, making a tight suction and she began to suck real hard. Before long she felt Melissa's asshole start to open and felt and tasted the tube of soft shit pass between her lips. Once she got her mouth filled, she broke the suction loose and began chewing the vile soft slime and swallowed it almost immediately and replaced her mouth back on Melissa's asshole and began sucking again. She sucked out two more lumps of the brown slime, eating it before she was able to suck out any more and began licking the darling asshole again.
She licked another ten minutes before Melissa pushed her aside, "You think I'm made of shit?
Donna started to get up but Melissa stopped her, "Repeat after me... I am a low, filthy slut who loves to eat shit."
"I am a low, filthy slut who loves to eat shit," Donna repeated.
"That you will eat my shit any time I come over here."
"I will eat your shit any time you come over here," Donna repeated.
"That should do it, except for one thing. Stay right there on your knees. Don't move," and Melissa started for the kitchen. She returned with Donna's shit-stained paper napkin.
"Here, eat this dirty napkin," Melissa started stuffing it into Donna's mouth. Once it was all stuffed in her mouth, Donna closed her mouth and began chewing the napkin, coated with many slimy steaks and trails. She swallowed heavily several times to get it all down, her eyes never leaving Melissa's.
That started a new and exciting affair for Donna, at times very difficult for her, but for her new Mistress, Melissa, she would do anything, and... she proved it in the days that followed.
NOTE: This story was not written by me. The author would like to correspond with other lesbians or bi-women, by regular mail, with similar interests. Email [email protected]
This story is part of White Shadow's Nasty Stories.
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