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From: Brian <100412.3461@CompuServe.COM>
Subject: Carol's Country Walk (scat)
Date: 3 Jan 1995 03:39:44 GMT

                         Carol's Country Walk

        Carol looked at the trees that surrounded us as we walked
through a grassy glade surrounded on all sides by rolling woodland.
The sun filtered through the leaves and warmed us as we walked. Carol
was twenty-five years old and very beautiful. We had been out all day
and had shared a picnic at lunchtime. Now we had wandered far from the
nearest people into the wood. Suddenly Carol said to me, "I'm a bit
embarrassed about this but I need to go to the toilet."

        My heart quickened, but I hadn't yet admitted to her that the
thought of her going to the toilet excited me so I just said, "why
don't you pop behind that tree?"

        Carol looked at me. She could tell that I was excited. Perhaps
it was my quickened breath?

        Eventually she said, "well I would normally, but it isn't just
a pee I want."

        My cock began to swell and my breathing came in short gasps.
My heart was pounding in my chest.

        I took her in my arms and whispered, "that's all right. The
thought of you doing that is very exciting."

        Carol looked into my face. Yes, it was true. I really was
excited.  "Actually I don't mind doing it in front of you if you're
sure you won't be embarrassed."

        I kissed her lips. "I won't be the least bit embarrassed," I
said, "quite the opposite in fact. The thought of you going to the
toilet, especially that, is something I have dreamt about."

        "That's wonderful," said Carol, "I do enjoy it myself. Would
you like to watch?"

        I said there was nothing I would enjoy more and Carol lifted
up her dress and pulled down her panties. Her bottom was round and
beautiful. She turned away from me with a smile, bent her legs at the
knees and leaned forward. The cheeks of her bum were round globes and
in that position I could see her lovely little arse hole tucked deep
in the cleft.

        "O.K.," said Carol, "watch carefully," and she began to let it
come.

        First came her pee. A golden stream poured in a broad rush
from the depths of her slit and cascaded onto the ground, forming a
river as it flowed away soaking into grass as it went.

        Then her tight little anus began to emerge from its hiding
place at the heart of the cleavage and started to pout, like a tiny
rosebud.

        "Oh darling, that is beautiful," said I and I kissed her at
the top of the ravine where spine becomes bum. I bent down for a
closer look. At the centre of her tight, pouting little orifice a hole
was appearing, minute at first, then growing larger until the end of a
brown turd could be seen inside her, just beginning to press its way
out.

        I gazed in wonder at the beautiful sight before me. She was
lovely. Slim, shapely, with soft blond hair and an exquisite face
which smiled as she turned to look at me.

        "Can you see?" she asked.

        "Oh yes," I gasped, emotion welling up inside me. "It's
beautiful," I whispered, quite overcome.

        Carol stuck her arse out towards me even more. It was round
and pink, and at the centre, the tight little rosebud was becoming a
stretching orifice with a large dome of brown shit protruding out of
it.

        "Let it come slowly," I said and I reached out to caress the
shapely globes on either side of the emerged mass.

        The shit pressed out further and further. It was large and
Carol's arsehole was stretched tightly around it. I kissed the cheeks
on either side of the turd and gazed in love at the taut skin
stretched around it.

        I reached under the hard turd sticking out of her bum and
touched her sex, letting my fingers trail through the now glistening
folds. I slid my finger up and down and around her clit massaging it
gently. Her bum was no longer a deep cleft but protruded at the centre
with a great brown shit sticking out.

        "Push, darling," I said and in response Carol's arsehole and
the turd bulged out as she pressed down.

        "It's coming," she said, "It's stretching my bum."

        I watched, enrapt, as the shit kept on coming, longer and
longer, emerging from the centre of Carol's wonderful arse. She gave a
little cry as it stretched her hole to the limit and then it slipped
out and fell with a heavy thud onto the grass. It was thick and long.

        I watched as her arsehole closed back to its rosebud form and
then pulsed in and out like an anemone as the feelings died away
inside her. Then it was back again, like some strange transformation,
to its tiny indented normality.

        The shit was over. But it had yielded a wonderful product.
There, on the ground was a glorious turd, heavy and warm, the product
of a beautiful creature whom I loved dearly. I looked adoringly at
Carol, then at her shit. I loved her and I loved the product of her
arse. I took out a tissue and wiped her bottom for her - a supremely
intimate act which I gave and she received.

        Carol turned and put her arms around me and I responded,
holding her close to me and caressing her hair, her shoulders and her
back. I ran my hands down over her hips and felt her soft yielding
buttocks and felt her shiver with pleasure at my touch.

        We moved away and lay down together, she unzipping my trousers
as we did so. She rolled onto her back and I stroked her moist slit
before guiding my rampant cock gently, oh so gently, into it.

        Carol moaned with pleasure as my organ penetrated her very
depths.  I began to thrust in and out, in and out, until Carol's eyes
closed and her writhing body soared towards its crescendo. When she
came it was violent and powerful and as she subsided I exploded inside
her, sending my spunk soaring into the very heart of her.

        Spent, we lay entwined, exchanging gentle kisses, relaxed,
fulfilled, and in love.