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Heavy Scat, w/s, anal


     “Hey Melissa.  What’s up?”

     Melissa looked like she had been hit in the head with a
large blunt object, one with quite a bit of weight, probably
swung by someone with a good deal of strength.  Her eyes
were wise and staring and her mouth was hanging open in
complete shock.  She never looked away from Shari’s shit-
covered body, though her gaze did roam from head to toe
several times, completely drinking in the site before her.
She looked like she was having difficulty getting a grip on
reality.

     “What . . .” she stammered, not knowing what to say.
“What the hell are you . . .doing?”

     Setting her nearly empty glass of her piss-shit
cocktail down on the floor, Shari leaned forward, sliding
partially off the huge dildo shoved deep inside her cunny.
“Masturbating,” she said, figuring that she got caught in
the act, and a particularly vile act at that, so she might
as well be totally honest.  Things couldn’t get much worse,
so there was no use getting embarrassed or flustered.  “I
just had one of most lovely wanks of my life.”

     “But . . . is that . . .?  I mean, the smell –“

     Shari pushed off the floor with her hands, rising to
her feet which were numb from kneeling so long.  She pulled
herself up off the monster toy that was still suction-cupped
tightly to the wooden floor.

     “I am covered in shit, Mel.”  She was standing
straight, if a little shaky, and looked her housemate and
friend in the eyes, being bold about her kinks.  “I have a
bit of a shit fetish, I’m afraid.  Do you mind helping me to
the bathroom?  I really need to clean myself up.”

     “Oh.  Um, sure.”  Melissa was obviously confused.  Her
mind was racing in so many directions, and her own
embarrassment for walking in on her friend while she was
playing with herself finally caught up with her and she
began to blush, and dreadfully so due to the strangeness of
the situation.  “Sorry I interrupted you.”

     Shari smiled pleasantly at her, showing off teeth that
were less then white.  It was very clear that something
brown had been in Shari’s mouth.  “Don’t worry about it –
didn’t bother me at all.”

     “It would seem not.”     Melissa took Shari’s cleaner
hand, the one that had been holding her glass, pouring the
mix of wastes into her mouth as she came.  “You can barely
walk!”

     “Legs are asleep.  And still a bit shaky from cumming
so hard.  Thanks.”

     Melissa scouted the area outside the door and, as she
expected, it was clear.  She helped Shari waddle through the
hall and into the bathroom, giving Shari support as she
stepped into the bath tub.  Mel turned on the water and
started to rinse her hand in the down-pour from the faucet;
Shari waited patiently for the water to warm up, just
standing there, plastered with shit.

     “So . . .” Melissa started.  “You enjoy that?  Playing
with your . . .  feces?”

     “Oh god yes!  I used to do it all the time back in high
school, but I stopped when I got to college – this is the
first time in nearly four years.  It was even better then I
remembered!”

     “You looked like you were enjoying it.”  Melissa sat on
the toilet.

     “You don’t seem too disturbed by it, Mel,” Shari
noticed, giving Melissa a sly smile.  “Not going to stop
being my friend over this?”

     “Of course not!”  Melissa was very adamant about that
fact, as if insulted Shari would think her that shallow.
Shari was glad to hear it – that had been her biggest
concern.  “Not like I haven’t seen that sort of thing
before, it’s just –“

     “Where?”

     “What?”

     “Where have you see this sort of thing?”

     Melissa was embarrassed by that – she hadn’t meant to
admit to fact, it had just slipped out in her confusion.
“Um, the internet?”

     “Looking up scat porn, Mel?  You’re not hiding
something from me?”  Shari was grinning at her, making it a
joke.

     Melissa returned the smile – the first time her
expression had changed from shock since she opened Shari’s
door.  “No, nothing like that.  You know, sometimes someone
sends you something as a joke or you go to the wrong page or
whatever.  I’ve seen it before.”

     “And?” Shari asked.  She, herself, had been a big fan
of scat porn, but it had been very difficult to find
anything good back when she was still playing shit-games.
Since it had disappeared from her habits in college, the
porn had also dropped under radar as well.  Maybe she should
look back into it – high speed connections and the vast
growing amount of info on the World Wide Web, maybe she
could down load some pictures or videos.  There must be
something out there – others who shared her interest.  She
would definitely check it out.

     “It was gross,” she stated, but she was hesitating and
her eyes were cast down to the floor.  “I was very grossed
out, totally disgusted.”

     “But you kind of liked it?”

     She looked up at Shari, her face full of concern.
“Yeah.  Am I sick? Or perverted or something?”

     Shari just laughed.  The water was warm enough now, and
she tilted her head back into the stream.  As it fountained
out of the showerhead and poured down her hair, the clear
water turned a dark brown.  Melissa was watching Shari
running her hands through her shit-soaked hair with
amazement.

     “I don’t think I’m the right person to answer that.  I
don’t think you’re sick at all!”

     Melissa nodded, but that assessment did not seem to
make her any happier about it.  “I don’t think I could ever
do it; I’d feel terrible afterwards, but every so often, I
find myself thinking about it.”

     Shari ran a hand across one of her breasts, rubbing the
pasty brown substance around on her skin with the flat of
her hand.  Her nipple reacted and perked right up.  She gave
a low moan as she pinched it.  Shari and Melissa had roomed
together both last year and the year before.   Nothing had
ever happened between them, but both had shared stories to
each other about having had experience with other women.
Mel had less experience, but she had enjoyed it every time.
And Shari had the notion that Melissa was often checking her
out – though that could have just been her imagination and
desire: she was actually checking Mel out a good portion of
the time.

     “What are you doing?” Mel asked, her voice a little
raspy, a little hollow.

     “Just enjoying myself.  I’m still a bit turned on.
Sorry, I’ll behave myself.”  That was a lie, but she removed
her hands from her nipples, but kept massaging shit into her
breasts under the guise of trying to clean them, even though
the water was still at her back.  She couldn’t help but
notice that Mel was staring hard at the scene she was
creating.

     “Maybe I should just leave you to . . . clean up,”
Melissa started to get up.

     “No, no!  Stay.  It’s fine.  I don’t mind.  Sides, if
you’re anything like I was, I would imagine you’ve been
wishing for a long time you had someone you could talk to
about this.”

     That got her ass back on the toilet, Shari noticed.  At
first, Mel tried to keep her head down, but after a few
moments, her eyes were back on Shari’s body, slithering up
and down her naked, filthy form, paying special attention to
her dirty boobs.

     “What’s it like?”

     “Warm,” Shari replied.  “It makes me completely hot
inside.  It’s like having an orgasm with your whole body.”
She was smearing it all over herself, trying to make it look
sexy and sensual as she caressed her body.  Melissa was
shifting around in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her
legs.  “I feel totally sexy and turned on.”  She slipped a
hand between her legs, feeling that she was all hot and wet
again, but she didn’t dawdle there.

     “And . . . tasting it?”

     That made Shari smile.  “It’s hard to explain the
taste.  Bitter, like old, strong coffee.  At first it
doesn’t taste good – not at all!  But it gets you wetter
than anything in the world, and soon that’s all that
matters.  It makes you feel great, and the taste just kind
of disappears.  It’s not the taste that gets you hot, it’s
the act of tasting,” she started to rub her fingers across
her lips, leaving a layer of shit on her like brown
lipstick.  “Buth then, after a while, you start loving the
taste, longing for it.”  She dipped her finger into her
mouth quickly, then twisted it around and pulled it out,
like a little girl sucking on a lollipop.  “Not just the
taste, either, but the feeling of it in your mouth.  Nothing
makes me cum so hard as having a mouth full, just full of
it.  Or sucking on a piece of shit like I’m blowing a fat
cock – I used to cum just from that.”  Just saying the
words, vocalizing desires she had never spoken before, got
her incredibly turned on.

     Shari turned back towards Melissa, who promptly turned
her gaze to her friend’s face.  She was so turned on, she
spoke her desires without thinking about whether it was a
good idea or not.  “Want to jump in here with me?”

     “What?”  Melissa was shocked by the question.

     “Come on, it will be fun!  Who better to experience
this with then a caring friend?  I wish I had had someone to
talk to about it and try things out.  Someone with
experience who wouldn’t judge me or push me.  Someone who
loved me and would always be my friend.”

     Melissa was hesitating, which was a good thing in
Shari’s mind.  It showed that she was interested and
curious; even if she said no, that would be fine.  Mel would
always know that Shari was there for her.

     “Besides, I’m the one covered in shit!  You can stay as
clean as you like. We’re in a shower after all.  And it’s
mostly watered down at this point – you can barely smell
it.”

     Melissa finally smiled, then laughed.  “Sure, why not!”
She stripped off her clothes, dropping them carelessly to
the flood, and stepped into the shower with Shari.  She
looked her friend up and don, seeming nervous and confused.
“What do I do?”

     “Anything you want, silly!  Touch me!”

     Mel giggled, and she reached out and started to massage
Shari’s tits.  “It feels like a mud bath!”  Her hands slid
all around Shari’s breasts, and she even rubbed and pitched
Shari’s nipples, making her moan in pleasure.  “Doesn’t
smell like mud, though,” she noted, wrinkling her nose.

     “You get used to the smell,” Shari sighed, enjoying
having Melissa caressing her.  “It’s a turn on.”

     “I guess.”  Melissa’s hands roamed all over, sliding
across the water-slicked crap that covered Shari’s body; she
even rubbed her hands across Shari’s brown-streaked face and
across her lips.  Her hands, however, kept returning to
Shari’s tits, mauling the soft flesh and squeezing hard,
making Shari moan.  Melissa was really getting into it – it
almost seemed like she forgot there was a person there, she
was so pleased just to be rubbing her hands through the
mess.

     “Hug me?” Shari asked.  It was an offer to help Melissa
step things up a notch, but there was no hint of command or
urgency in her voice.  If Melissa wanted to take her up on
it, that was cool with her.  If not, that was fine as well.

     Mel smiled her big, cute smile and wrapped her arms
around Shari.  She had bent at the legs a bit so that when
they embraced, their breasts mashed together; their hard
nipples poked into each others, causing them both to moan.
They wiggled around on each other, both of them working to
get Mel as dirty as they could in this exchange.  Mel’s
hands were squeezing Shari’s ass, while Shari held on to
Melissa’s hips in order to slip against her more easily.

     Then Melissa did something surprising.  She leaned in a
kissed Shari, her tongue immediately parting Shari’s shit-
tinged lips, getting a taste as she did so.  Not that
Shari’s mouth was not ripe with similar, bitter tastes, even
if they were much fainter then the full, heavy tang of fresh
shit.  Nothing on Shari’s body would have that potency, now,
but it was still a step in the right direction.  They held
the kiss for a long time, making out with passion and
desire, like lovers who had not seen each other in months.

     When she drew back, Melissa sighed, her face radiating
happiness.  “I’ve wanted to do that for years!”

     “Me, too,” Shari giggled.  “How was it for you?”

     “Shitty,” Melissa replied.  “But awesome!  It was
bitter, and nasty, but kissing you was great.”

     Shari reached her hand between Mel’s legs, her fingers
sliding up and down the blonde’s slit a few times before
slipping right into her flooded pussy.  Her legs buckled for
a second, and Melissa had to wrap her arms around Shari’s
shoulders to keep standing.  She was gasping for breath, her
eyes wide.

     “Look how wet you are!”  Shari slid another finger
inside her friend and started to fuck her in earnest while
palming the girl’s clit.  “Isn’t it great?”

     “Uh-huh,” Melissa mumbled.  Her mouth sought Shari’s
again, but the smaller girl had different ideas.  She guided
Melissa’s mouth to her breast.  Melissa hesitated for only a
second before she lowered her mouth to Shari’s hard nipple
and sucked it into her mouth.  She licked and suckled,
getting the full feel of having shit on her lips and tongue,
even if the shower water had slicked it down quite a bit,
cutting the full flavor a great deal.  From the noises and
the way she was feasting on Shari’s tit, she seemed to be
enjoying herself very much.

     Shari pumped away, but it didn’t take long before
Melissa cam.  Once again she leaned her weight on Shari to
keep on her feet as her body shook and she screamed out
loud.  When her cries died, she looked Shari in the face,
her eyes starting to tear up, “That was the best ever!”

     “I told you!”

     “Thank you!  Thank you so much!”

     They embraced again, but this was a tender hug, a hug
between two loving friends who had experienced something
that brought them closer to each other then they had every
dreamed.

     “I don’t want to stop yet,” Melissa cooed.

     “We don’t have to.”  Shari turned the shower head,
directing the spray of water against the side wall.  She
laid down on the floor of the bathtub and held her hand out
to Melissa, inviting the taller girl to join her.  She did
so, but it took some wiggling and sliding to get in position
and comfortable.  But since this only helped Shari
distribute some of her slimy brown water on to Melissa’s
naked body, neither one of them minded it much.

     Shari was pretty much on her back with Melissa lying
next to her, her legs straddle around Shari’s body.  Melissa
was hunched a bit so that she could easily lick and suck on
Shari’s breasts while Shari buried her hand in Mel’s crotch
and teased her clit.

     “Tell me how you got into this,” Mel requested right
before she started back on licking away the brown puddles on
Shari’s body.  It was more water then shit, now, but it
still had a tinge of earthy flavor, and that is what she
needed to wean herself into this fetish.  She could actually
stand drinking this.

     “Jeez,” Shari started, trying to remember herself.
“Where did it all begin?  I guess it was when I was eight or
nine and this boy I used to play with – Mikey – and I peed
in front of each other.  One of those, ‘show me yours and
I’ll show you mine.’  We actually showed ours to each other
a few times before the peeing thing.  Then we started the
peeing together when we would play together.  We would
actually hold it until we both had to go.

     “Usually it was outside, when we were in the woods and
didn’t want to go home just to pee.  After a while, we even
went together if we were inside.  I would sit on the toilet
and go, and he was would pee between my legs.  Of course,
I’d sometimes get hit by it and we would laugh and clean it
up.

     “Mikey had an older brother who had a bit of a porn
collection.  I don’t know how Mikey got any of it, but we
looked at some of the magazines.  It was mainly stories and
pictures girls masturbating with weird things – bananas,
cucumbers, carrots, that kind of thing.  We both loved the
look of the girls, beautiful, naked, with big full breasts.
They looked like they were really enjoying themselves.  The
stories were a little strange to us, but we liked them, what
we could understand.  For a while we thought ‘cum’ was
another word for pee!”  Shari laughed and Melissa giggled.
“We kept reading about cum coming out of penises and the
only thing we knew that came out of penises was piss.

     “Mikey lent me some magazines, and I remember going
home to try doing what the women in the magazine were doing.
I tried using a carrot in my pussy but it wouldn’t go in,
and it hurt.  I tried my ass – there were plenty of women
doing anal with these things, too, and the stories made it
sound like fun.  It worked a lot better for me.  I’m
probably one of the few girls who played with her asshole
before her pussy.

     “I really enjoyed anal stimulation from the beginning,
but it would always make me have to shit afterwards.  I used
to show Mikey, I’d stick something up my ass and play with
it a bit and then take a dump.  He used to think it was
disgusting, that I would take a dump afterwards, but I
didn’t.  He’d watch every time, though, telling me how gross
it was.  I didn’t care.  It felt wonderful.

     “I think I started associating the enjoyment of playing
with my ass with taking a dump, too, because I began really
like shitting.  I would be really happy whenever I had to go
to the bathroom because I just liked doing it.  It made me
all warm and fuzzy inside whenever I went.

     “Had some early-on experience with golden showers, and
I liked it at the time. Mikey peed on me a few times, too.
And in my mouth.”

     Melissa gave her a queer look, but she didn’t take her
tongue away from it’s gently work on Shari’s breast.

     “Well, we kept reading about how all these women wanted
men to cum on their breasts or in their mouths, so we tried
it.  Wasn’t til a little later we realized how wrong we
were.  It was funny, though, when we found out.  He had been
the one pushing for it; he was very apologetic afterwards,
and we never did it again.  Had he wanted to, though, I
would have been all for it. I didn’t mind the taste or the
smell; I had enjoyed it very much at the time.  I wasn’t
about to ask for it, though.  It seemed okay for me to ask
him to cum on me, which I had done a few times – the women
in the stories asked for it all the time, so it seemed right
for me to ask him to do that.  But when we learned he was
just pissing on me, I didn’t feel as comfortable asking for
it: I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to enjoy it or not.  Had
he wanted to, though . . .

     “Any way, when we got older, Mikey and his family moved
away.  He left me with some porn to remember him by, like I
would forget.  I eventually learned how to make myself cum
and the pleasure of vaginal masturbation, but I always had
better orgasms if I played with my ass while I went at it.”

     Melissa nodded.  Seems she had discovered the same
thing at some point.

     “So, that’s how it went.  Most of the time when I
masturbated, I would just rub my pussy until I came, but
those times when I had more time and wanted a better orgasm,
I would stick something up my ass.  I stuck to carrots,
bananas, cucumbers – they’re the best, in my opinion –
partially because that’s what I had seem women using, but
also cause that’s what was around.  Used my fingers
sometimes, but couldn’t go as deep and they weren’t big
enough – not quite as satisfying.  I think one time I used a
badminton racket handle or something like that.  Didn’t
matter to me.  I’d pound my ass and rub my clit until I
came, then I’d go to the bathroom, without fail.

     “I eventually tried something new – I buggered myself
good with a cucumber but I took it out before I came instead
of after, and that wonderful feeling of having to shit soon
followed.  I kept rubbing myself, but not enough to make
myself cum.  Not until I actually started to shit.  Then I
frigged myself hard and came.  It was the best orgasm of my
life, but I felt a bit dirty afterwards.  Shitting after
masturbation was one thing, cause it wasn’t in anyway
involved with the act, but shitting during was just a little
weird.  But I couldn’t stop doing it.  It felt better when I
did it that way, and I wasn’t about to deny myself that.
So, every time I played with my ass while wanking off, I
would hold off and cum while I went to the bathroom.

     “Well, I took it a step further one day.  I kept
fingering my ass while waiting to shit, and I could feel it
up inside of me.  Intrigued, I pushed hard and shit right
into my own hand.  When I came, it was brilliant!  But,
afterwards, I was disgusted with myself – I had been holding
my filthy shit in my hand!  That just seemed so disgusting
to me, I didn’t masturbate for like months – not any kind of
masturbation.  But when the need really hit me again, I did
the same thing – stroked my clit and fingered my ass until I
shat in my hand.  I loved doing it in the moment but felt
terrible about it afterwards.  I felt like I had a real
problem, but I couldn’t tell anyone – how do you tell
someone you like shitting in you hand when you masturbate?
And any time I had the time, I didn’t have the will-power to
stop myself.

     “And it got worse.  Instead of just holding it, I
started sniffing it until I came.  Then, one day, while
sniffing it and feeling just so wonderful in the moment, I
just slathered by boobs with it.  Smeared greasy shit all
over my tits and face.  I went really slow with my fingers,
trying hard not to cum so I could preserve this moment
longer – I must have been going at it for over an hour by
the time I stopped covering myself with my shit and I still
hadn’t come.  I pulled aside the shower curtain – at this
point I did most of my masturbating while in the shower.  My
parents always wondered why it took me so long!

     “So anyway, I pulled side the shower curtain and look
at myself, my tits black and my face smeared.  It was so hot
to me, I came as soon as I saw my reflection.  I wasn’t even
touching myself, but I was cumming.  So, I started rubbing
myself, too: it was awesome!  I was sure my parents could
hear me screaming in the bathroom, but they never said
anything about it.  After my orgasm, I was still looking at
myself, and I felt sick.  I mean, who does that?  Who smears
shit on themselves while masturbating?  Who enjoys playing
with their shit?  Who gets turned on by that?

     “It was the worst feeling in the world. It took forever
before I felt clean from that.  I again went months without
touching myself.  I would replay that moment in my mind,
getting horny as I thought about it and feeling totally
disgusted with myself for getting horny.  I wanted to do it
again so bad, and just wanting it made me feel dirty – and
not a good dirty.  I think not masturbating at all just made
it worse – I was so horny with no outlet.  But had I done
anything, I would have been thinking about it the whole time
and that would have been worse, I think.

     “Every time I went to the bathroom, I would imagine
catching it and rubbing it all over me.  And then I would
scold myself.  I called myself such terrible things.  I was
honestly full-fledge depressed.  It was in high-school, so
no one really thought anything of it, but I felt so alone,
so different.  I though there was something wrong with me.
I would wonder why such a horrid, filthy creature was ever
born.  I wondered if I should just kill myself.”

     As she spoke, pouring out her heart like she had never
done before, telling a story that no one but she knew, Shari
felt Melissa pressing harder into her and drawing her into a
loving embrace.  She suckling was soft, as if she was trying
to sooth all of Shari’s old wounds in this instance with her
mouth.  Shari’s arm wrapped about Melissa’s naked, wet body.
It was comforting to tell her this, and it made her feel
very close to her.  She was safe with Melissa here, and even
though it hurt her to remember her youth, she knew that she
would never feel that way again.  She renewed her efforts on
Melissa’s pussy, wanting nothing more right now then to
bring her to a great orgasm.

     “I felt so alone.  All my friends, I couldn’t tell them
anything.  They wouldn’t understand.  They were normal
people with normal desire.  Even having normal sex with
other normal people.  Not me.  I used to think that I
couldn’t love anyone else, that no one else could love me.
I would be alone forever.  Never even dated anybody, and
after the first few guys were rejected, the rest stopped
asking.

     “I just kept getting worse and worse.  My parents were
taking me to a councilor, but I couldn’t tell her what I had
done.  I think my parents were afraid that I had been raped
or something.  Looking back, it could have seemed that way.

     “I don’t know how much longer I could take it.  I think
I might have actually hurt myself if it wasn’t for my
cousin, Jeff.  He was a great guy.  Very caring, very
perceptive.  He and I were close in age – he’s like two
years older than me.  We’ve always been friends, though we
hadn’t seen each other for a while.

     “It was Christmas time, and my family was over his
house – we were staying a few days.  As soon as he saw me,
he was hugging me and doting on me.  He never let me out of
his sight.  It was annoying at the time – I actually thought
I was going to infect him or something.  Finally, he took me
into his room and locked the door.  I was nervous, but I
trusted him.

     “’Shari,’ he says, ‘I know something’s up.  You can
tell me, if you want.  I’ve been there.’

     “‘No you haven’t’ I tell him.

     “‘Yes, I have.’ He took my hands, I remember because I
wanted to pull back away from him but he didn’t let go.  ‘Is
it about sex?’

     “I nodded.  He hugged me, and then I did start crying
into his shoulder.  ‘Did someone hurt you?’ he asked and I
shook my head.  ‘Have you had sex?’  I shook my head again.

     “He was rubbing my back, saying that he knew how I
felt, like I was alone and couldn’t tell anyone cause they
wouldn’t understand.  I nodded.  Then he sprung it on me,
and it was funny cause he sounded so excited and yet so
sympathetic, too, and he says, ‘I know exactly what you are
going through, Shari.  I know exactly how that feels.
You’re the first person I feel like I can tell.  Shari, I’m
gay!’”

     “I was shocked.  I didn’t know any gay people; I had no
idea how to react to that.  It was just a huge surprise.  He
went on to tell me how he felt like he had been living a
lie, how he hadn’t been honest with who he was.  He knew he
wasn’t a bad person, and I agreed with him.  And he told me
I wasn’t a bad person either, I just needed to accept
myself, whatever that meant.  He was much happier with his
life because he had stopped feeling disgusted with himself
and just realized he could not help what turned him on.  If
he liked having sex with men, then that’s what he would do,
that’s who he was.  There was nothing to be ashamed of.

     “He hadn’t come out of the closet yet, but he had been
planning on it.  He said that he hoped that I felt like I
had someone to turn to so that I wouldn’t feel so alone, the
way he had felt for years.  He said that he had been
planning on waiting a while longer, but after having seen me
as upset as I was, and having talked to me, he decided to
tell everyone at dinner that night.  And he did.  I sat next
to him all dinner, and at the end of dinner he told
everyone.  I held his hand as he did it, too.

     “It made me realize that I couldn’t help who I was any
more than he could.  I wasn’t disgusting or sick, just
different.  No better or worse than anyone else.  My cousin
and I were very similar in that.”

     “How did your family take it?” Melissa asked, for the
first time removing her mouth from Shari’s skin.  She had
sucked one tit completely clean and was working on the
second.  “Jeff’s coming out, I mean.”

     “Okay.  Could have been better, but I guess it could
have been worse, too.  At the time, people couldn’t deal –
Jeff and I spent the next few days together, alone, avoiding
the rest of the family – seems I was guilt by association
since I obviously knew what he was going to do when he did
it.  But I felt better then I had in over a year, and Jeff
knew it.  He said that, even if he was kicked out of the
family, the fact that I was better made it worth while.  I
told him he would always be my family, even if everyone
kicked me out, too.  Some of the family still has a huge
problem with him being gay, but for the most part, they’re
cool. Jeff and I are still very close now.  I should
probably go and see him soon. . .

     “Anyway, I was a lot better.  I had accepted myself for
who I was.  I didn’t feel the need to tell my family,
thought.  Unlike with Jeff, no one really needed to know
what I did alone.  He’d be bringing boyfriends home with
him; my family would never know anything about what I did.
As soon as we were home and my parents went to work the next
day – I was still on Christmas vacation - I went for it.
And I went all out.

     “They were gone when I woke up.  I stripped naked and
immediately started going at it.  I was wanking as I walked
to the kitchen to get a cucumber, I was so horny.  And I had
been planning for this moment since Jeff told me he was gay,
so I hadn’t taken a dump since he came out of the closet.  I
had a few days worth of heavy meals in there – I was in
pain, but it made it even better, knowing just how good it
would feel to get it all out.

     “I got in the shower and started to really let my ass
have it.  I was compensating for a year of depression and
self-loathing.  I was going to make sure that I loved myself
completely.  When it came out, it hurt it was so big, – even
after fucking my ass with the cucumber - and I rubbed it all
over my body.  It was funny – I was so desperate to rub it
in my skin, it was so important to me, that sometimes I was
just shitting right in the tub instead of in my hands.  I
just let it come right out and land where-ever.

     “I covered every inch of skin I could reach.  Even
mashed in between my toes and rubbed it into my hair.  I had
never felt such a sense of completeness, like I was finally
whole.  I loved it.  I still had quite a pile left, so I sat
in it, wiggling my ass around in the pile.  It felt so good,
I was on the edge of cumming the entire time even though I
wasn’t touching myself.

     “Problem was I couldn’t see myself in the mirror while
sitting, so I stood again and appraised my work, thinking
that I had never looked or felt sexier then in that moment.
My depression and self-loathing were completely gone.

     “I wasn’t even aware I was doing it, but I watched
myself in the mirror as I scooped up a handful of shit and
shoved it into my mouth.  I kept packing more and more in,
not swallowing any of it, until nothing more could fit.  It
tasted terrible, but it felt so right, so freeing that I
left it in – and my god did it make me horny.  I really
thought I was going to cum when I started filling my mouth.
I was so close!
     
     “I kept adding shit to my body, mainly my tits and face
cause I loved the way it looked; my boobs were hidden
completely in the huge shit-mounds I had piled over them.  I
had one handful left, and I pressed it into my cunt.”

     Melissa’s eyes went wide at that, and she started to
cum again.  She had cum a few times during Shari story as
Shari rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy, but this time
had her spasming really good and biting hard on Shari’s
nipple.  Shari shuddered as well, but continued her story
when she regained her composure.

     “Yeah, I pushed it up inside of me, as deep as it would
go.  My hands were covered, and I stared to work my clit
with my palm as I wiggled the shit in my cunt.  It felt
heavenly.  My other hand was pumping the cucumber in and out
of my ass.  I wish I had two, cause I really would have
buried that shit all the way in my cunt.  Probably better
that I only had the one.

     “When I came – I can’t even describe it.  Like every
little part of me burst to pieces in pleasure.  I was
watching myself in the mirror, shaking and hollering even
though my mouth was packed.  I must have cum for a few
minutes.  I couldn’t even stand when I was done, and I had
no idea how I ended up sitting in the tub, but I was when I
opened my eyes.

     “Feeling fully and completely satisfied, it was the
first time that I had no twinge of disgust or remorse.
Right after I came, I decided to do the same thing every day
of that break.  I had never had a thought like that before,
that I wanted to recreated what I had done.  I had for the
longest time been promising myself that that had been the
last time, and then breaking that promise.  It felt
wonderful to tell myself it wouldn’t be the last time.  And
I knew it was a promise I would keep.

     “I took my shower to clean off.  I spit out most of the
shit, but kept a descent chunk in there during my whole
shower, just sucking on it and turning it to mush in my
mouth.  I had to pee, so I lay down and squirted it all over
myself, which was a first as well – peeing on myself that
is. I loved it even more than I had when Mikey had done it.”
Melissa seemed to love the idea, too, from the way she
reacted.

     “When I was totally clean, which took a long time, I
swallowed the shit in my mouth.  I had been planning that
since the moment I stuff it in my mouth – I swore that this
time I would actually swallow it.  When I was all turned on,
I had been telling myself I would swallow my whole mouthful,
but after I came, I was a little more reasonable about the
size of my first shit meal.  I vomited it back up a few
minutes later, but actually swallowing my shit, even that
little bit, been a wonderful experience and I knew I really
would do it everyday like I had told myself I would.”

     Shari chuckled.  “By the end of the week, I could
stomach a good amount of shit without ever vomiting. I had a
terrible infection, too, but it was worth it.  I learned a
lot.”

     Melissa lifted her mouth off of Shari’s breast; she was
smiling and rubbing her hands all along Shair’s body, which
was, at this point, mostly clean.  She cuddled, snuggling in
to Shari, and hold in her close.  “That was a great story.
Thanks.  It made me feel better about myself, too.  I lied
earlier, when I said I hadn’t been looking on the internet
for scat.  I had – I do, often.  I read stories, mostly, and
wish I could be in them.  I’ve never played with it before,
but I always wanted to.  Never had the courage to ever do
it.  Not like you,” she added with a kiss on Shari’s cheek.

     Shari turned her head and kissed Melissa more deeply
and passionately.  “Now you have.  And aren’t you glad you
did?”

     “Yes!  And I will again, too.  I came like six times,
and I’m still super horny!”

     “Told you it was the best!  Ever have anal sex?  I love
anal sex, as you can probably imagine.”

     “Tried it once or twice,” Melissa replied with a grin.
“I like it a lot, too.”
     
     “Then how about a homework assignment?”

     Melissa was confused by what Shari meant, but she
agreed.

     “Your homework is that tonight, you need to find a guy
for some anal sex.  Make sure he cums inside of you, beg him
if you have to, then as soon as he cums and pulls out, suck
his cock clean.  And for extra credit, drink his cum, too.”

     “How?”  She had, once, sucked a guys dick after he ass
fucked her, but only once and only because thrust his cock
in her face right afterwards.  She would never have
initiated suck a dirty act, herself.  She had been too
insecure; she thought she could do it now.
     “How ever you can.  Squirt it into you hand and lick it
off, doesn’t matter.”

     Melissa rested her head on Shari’s shoulders, sighing
blissfully, “Okay!  Sounds like fun!  God, can you believe
we’ve lived together for over two years, and just now found
this out about each other?”

     Shari stroked Melissa’s wet locks, “I’m just glad we
did find out.  Feels great to have someone I can talk to
about it.”

     “Not your cousin Jeff?”

     “Yeah, I never did tell him why I had been upset – I
felt that this was still a little less acceptable to a lot
of people then his being gay.  I think he’s still waiting
for me to come out of the closet,” Shari laughed.  “Maybe
I’ll tell him when I see him.”

     Melissa nodded and closed her eyes.  She could have
easily fallen asleep right there, cozy and warm and basking
in the after-glow of many splendid orgasms.  It would have
been the perfect time for a nap.

     But Shari struggled up to standing and pulled Melissa
with her.  “Come on, Mel.  We still have a lot of cleaning
to do and a party to get ready for!”