I suppose it started when I was around 12. I had just taken a huge dump and when I looked in the toilet I had this sudden urge to find out what my shit felt like. Somewhat hesitatingly I lowered my hand into the water and grabbed a turd. I squeezed it between my fingers and it reminded me of the mud I used to play with, only firmer. It also had a gritty feel, which I figured was just something I had eaten. Then, I did a truly stupid thing, and with my hand covered in shit I pulled it from the water and took a deep sniff.
I probably shouldn't have done that, for I found out at that very moment that my gag reflex to smells is very low. Almost instantly I started retching. My eyes were watering, my stomach was rolling and I could feel the bile burning deep in my throat. There was no stopping it, and the next thing I knew my half digested dinner of pizza and soda was mixed with my shit in the toilet bowl. It was quite a sickening site, but then something came over me, and using both hands I played with my vomit and shit until it was a fine mixture.
While playing in the bowl I noticed my dick getting hard. What the fuck, I thought to myself. Why is this happening? I couldn't figure it out, but it felt so good I went with it. I started masturbating, using my hand covered in shit and vomit. It was something I had never felt before: a little slick, a little grimy and a little gritty. With the new sensations it didn't take long for me to pop, and I can still remember seeing strings of cum floating on top of the shit and vomit mixture.
That was the start of my adventures in scat. Four years have passed and during that time I have experienced almost everything there is to experience with shit. I have even trained myself not to puke over the smell. The only thing I haven't done is taste it and that is something I just cannot bring myself to do, yet.
The one thing I have been actively pursuing is trying to find a partner to enjoy my scat fetish with. It is very hard to do, especially with teenage girls. My attempts would usually go something like this:
It would be during the third date; we would be alone and someplace quiet.
Me, to the girl: "I'd really like to have sex with you."
Girl: "Really? Me too."
Me: "That's great. Can we do it tonight?"
Girl: "Sure. You bring a condom?"
Me: "Always. I just have a special request."
Girl: "Ah, okay. What?"
Me: "After we're done, can I shit on you?"
At that point I would usually get slapped, get called a sick bastard and as the girl is running away, get told to never talk to her again.
After three or four tries, I decided to reevaluate my approach. I realized I was asking girls whom I wanted to shit on: the bitchy snotty types. What I needed to do was ask the girls who looked like they might allow themselves to be shat on. That would be the skankier looking girls. It didn't work; different girls but the same reaction.
I was frustrated but determined. I knew there was a girl out there for me, maybe more than one, and I just had to find her. Then it dawned on me. Of course, how could I be so stupid? There are a group of girls who would probably enjoy being shat upon: porn actresses!
I looked up the addresses of some adult film studios on the internet and made plans for the next day. I arrived at the first one, and not knowing any better, just walked in and asked.
The girl behind the desk was heavily tattooed and Goth looking. She was loudly chewing gum with her mouth open. She just stared at me as I came in.
"What do you want?" she asked, clicking her gum and sounding like I had just interrupted her.
I swallowed and as confidently as possible asked: "Are there any actresses here who would let me shit on them?"
I just barely made it out the door, evading her sharp pointed steel toed cowboy boot striking me in the ass. Who knew Goth chicks wore cowboy boots?
When I got to the next address, I had a brand new plan; one that I was sure would work. The receptionist at this place was an old lady, maybe around 75 to 80. Before I had a chance to say anything, she wanted to see my ID. I figured I was sunk. My ID clearly shows that I am only 16, but I gave it to her anyway.
It was obvious she couldn't see very well, since she tried to read my ID upside down. After she realized that, she kept moving it closer and then further away from her face, squinting and trying to focus. Finally she shrugged like she had given up, gave my ID back to me and said:
"Okay, you're 18. What can I do for you?"
"Do you have any scat movies?" I asked.
"Eh, what?" she asked, clearly not hearing to well. "Did you say cat movies? Yeah, Cat Galore, we got a lot of her movies. She's one of our top sellers." She started heading to the back.
"No. No," I said, stopping her. A little louder, I repeated myself: "I said scat movies. Do you have any scat movies?"
She looked at me and scrunched up her face. "Scat? Did you scat movies?"
"Yes."
"You mean the ones where people shit on each other?"
Now we were getting somewhere. "Yes, exactly those type."
She chased me out the door, calling me a sick bastard. For a little old lady she could move pretty fast.
All this running around and being chased was working on me and I had to take a dump. Well, the breakfast burrito I had from the Toasty Taco Stand probably had something to with my bowels being in a state of evacuation. I headed to the nearest bathroom, which happened to be the 'We Got Gas' filling station. Ironic isn't it?
Gas station bathrooms are a wealth of information: guys outing their ex girlfriends as skank hoes, the infamous 'for a good time call…..', detailed drawings of the female reproductive system that would destroy a medical book and then this one little blurb that caught my eye.
'U TAKING A SHIT WILE READING THIS GIVE ME A CALL'
There was a name - Polly Poop - and a phone number. I read it a couple more times to make sure my eyes weren't playing a trick on me and figured it must be for real. I mulled it over a few seconds, but there was never a question I wasn't going to call.
"Hello." The voice sounded sweet and nice, not exactly what I was expecting.
"Ah hi, is this Polly Poop?" I tried to sound assured, but my voice still trembled. I don't think Polly noticed.
"Yeah, you taking a shit?" Wow, right to the point. I liked that.
"Yes, I am taking….." she cut me off with a demand.
"Describe it to me." I wasn't sure what she meant, so I asked, which might not have been a smart thing to do.
"Describe what?" I asked, "The shit?"
"Yes, you dumb fuck, the shit." She sounded exasperated, almost as if she couldn't believe I was that dumb. On the other hand, I thought she was being quite harsh, but I went ahead and described it to her.
"I had a breakfast burrito this morning, so the turds are very soft and in small fluffy blobs." Polly started to moan; her moaning started to get me excited. "There was also a lot of loose stuff that came out, so the bowl is filled with brown water." She was moaning louder, like she was getting turned on; my dick was getting harder. I continued. "There are a few beans from the burrito floating in the muck, and a layer of greasy oil floating on the water."
"Oh fuck, you are making me wet," she said through the moans. I pictured her naked, one hand playing with her cunt, the other pinching the long nipples on her big fantastic tits. My cock was now fully erect. "The smell, I need to know what it smells like."
"It smells like a rotting potato that has been left out in the sun too long."
"Oh God!" she wailed like a cat in heat. "I just fucking came!" Then she hung up.
I was pissed. She left me with a raging hard on like she didn't even care. I tried to call her back but the bitch wouldn't answer and that just angered me more. I went ahead and took care of my erection, calling her every degrading name I could think of while doing it, then headed home. I had a name, I had the internet and I had my very tenacious spirit - this bitch was going to pay.
I spent the rest of the weekend doing an internet search on Polly. I found out quite a lot about her, where she was from, I saw her website and even was able to find out where she lived, which is what I really wanted. I planned to pay Polly a little visit the next weekend.
Monday came around and it was back to school. As I was walking to class I saw a new girl, quite a stunning looking creature with long red hair, a brilliant smile and a body that would melt ice in a freezer. I was instantly attracted to her and had to find out who she was.
My cousin Linda is the biggest gossip in our school, and I knew she would know all about this red headed hottie who was making my balls ache. I finally found her between second and third periods.
"Hey, who's the new girl?" I asked Linda.
She gave me an evil grin. "Are you attracted to her, you little flaming pervert?"
I rolled my eyes. Linda always gives me crap like this, thinking she's teasing me, but of course she really doesn't know just how much of a fucking pervert I am.
I quelled my desire to shove my finger up Linda's nose and pull out her pudding filled brain. Instead, I somewhat pleaded: "Come on, I've got to get to class."
Linda looked at me for a few seconds, then grinned and assumed the attitude of a person who was about to divulge the secret ingredient to the Toasty Taco breakfast burrito-ugh, I'm still blowing smelly farts - and told me: "Her name is Hattie, she's sixteen, she just moved from Brownsport and she's available. Lucky for you."
I spent the rest of the day hoping Hattie would show up in one of my classes but, alas poor Yorick, she didn't. I even tried to get close to her at lunch, but being the new kid in school, she was surrounded by all the little vacuous society bitch cunt wannabes who only wanted her as a friend to gel their standing in the caste of my-cunt-doesn't-smell princesses. But then driving home after school, I saw her walking in the same direction I was going. I offered her a ride, she accepted and I was so happy my pee hole was smiling.
When she got in I introduced myself. She smiled at me and told me she knew who I was. That little bit of hot unexpected information sent my brain diving into the depths of wonder, trying to figure out how she knew and if it would affect my chance of getting into her pants. Oh yes, my ultimate goal was to fuck the shit out of this hot piece of ass, literally if she was willing. Then I made the biggest losing-my-hard-on-over-this-stupid-question mistake I have ever fucking made. I asked Hattie how she knew who I was.
"Oh, I talked to your cousin Linda," was her reply. Fuck no! Not my diarrhea mouthed mashed potato brained cousin who would probably say anything thinking she was helping me to get laid. My pee hole smile turned into a pee hole frown.
I had to know, but I fucking didn't want to ask. I looked at Hattie, God what a fine piece of female flesh she is, with a nervous smile and asked: "Just what did my crazy cousin tell you?"
"Well," Hattie said, her voice sounding incredibly happy and with a big smile, "maybe you should pull over before I tell you."
Ah, fuck! Once again my infinitely stupid cousin has fucked over any chance of my hard shaft entering the love canal of the hottest Hattie I have ever encountered, but then this is the only Hattie I have ever encountered. I pulled over anyway.
Hattie continued. "Linda told me you were a very nice boy, I didn't have to worry about you ever hurting me, but you also had a perverted side that was beyond belief. I have to admit, that intrigued me a lot."
Huh? Did I hear that right? My cousin actually made some type of sense, but more importantly, Hattie was intrigued by my perverseness. Holy shit, I must say I was not only surprised but also delighted. My pee hole smile was returning.
My urge was to drop my pants, offload a hot steaming pile of rectal refuse on the seat, coat my cock and then jack off just to show Hattie how perverted I was. But, my sane side overcame the battle and I asked her: "What are you intrigued by?"
She gave me an unsure look with a ton of hesitation in her face. Biting her bottom lip and all of a sudden looking very shy, she said: "I, uh, I have a fascination for, um, a certain type of fetish." She sighed like she was relieved of saying it.
I, on the other hand, was internally leaping with joy, hoping to God this might the fetish that would set me free and finally fulfill, with a partner, all that I had been doing alone. I asked.
"What's the fetish?" She took a deep breath as if she knew the question was coming but really didn't want to hear it. She couldn't look at me as she quietly said one word.
"Shit."
Instant hard on!!! Holy fucking Christ, my cock was hard and throbbing faster than the speed of light, practically tearing a hole in my pants, wanting to be set free to start the search for the most disgusting, but to me and apparently to Hattie the most exciting, of all the substances that come from the human body. Hattie noticed my erection.
"Uh, are you hard?" she asked, disbelief in her voice and pointing at my crotch. I had to think fast, for there were many different ways to answer this query. I could take the humor route: look down, act surprised, and say 'Holy shit, how did that happen?' I could be flattering and say: 'Oh Hattie, you are so hot I just couldn't stop myself.' The truth is always a possibility: 'The thought of fucking you and playing in shit was just too much.' But I scrapped all of those and used the most profound answer I could think up.
"Yes I am." It is direct, to the point and requires no explanation.
Expecting more but not getting it, she pressed me hard for more info, turning the screws into me to make me spill my guts and tell her everything. It was a testament to her power over men, for it was only two words she used on me.
"But why?" Her question cut right to my soul, and I knew I would be her slave, to do what she wanted, to serve her in any way possible, and the first one was to answer her question.
My whole story spilled from me faster than Paris Hilton ripping off her clothes at the sight of a Doberman with a hard on. Hattie just sat there, listening to me ramble about my shit fetish with a wide range of emotions crossing her face. When I was done she didn't run away screaming, she didn't slap me and call me a sick bastard, she didn't kick me in the ass with a steel toed cowboy boot and she didn't chase me out of the car.
She sat there looking into space, writing in the air with her finger as if she were solving some Einsteinium time warp physics problem. After a couple of minutes she finished, put her hands in her lap and looked at me.
"Sorry, I had to process what you said." She was smiling, which gave me hope.
"So, what did you come up with?" I hesitatingly asked.
She turned toward me and looked me directly in the eyes. Her smile told me I was going to like what she said, and the mischievous look in her eyes told me I was going to really enjoy what would happen. I took a deep breath and prepared for what she was about to say. However, what she said was nothing I could ever prepare for.
"With all those airheads around me at lunch, I couldn't eat." Huh? What the fuck are we doing back at lunch? "So, just before you picked me up, I had some Noontime Nachos from the Toasty Taco Stand." I've never had Toasty Taco's nachos, but I hear they are pretty good. The cheese is full of peppers and…..uh oh, I think I know where this may be going, and it makes me very happy. "I think the cheese may have been a little old…….." Oh fuck, old cheese can only lead to new diarrhea! My heart was pounding with excitement. "…..because right now I have to shit so bad my stomach is hurting like a motherfucker." I groaned and Hattie smiled evilly. "And the only thing I can think about is your hard cock fucking my ass while the shit pours from it!"
I drove to my house in record time. By the time we got to the back yard, both Hattie and I were naked and very turned on. Hattie had to shit really bad, so I grabbed a nearby bucket and told her to shit in it while I watched.
She squatted over the bucket and pulled her ass cheeks far apart so I could get a good look at her asshole. I was stroking my hard cock and urging her on.
"Come on baby; show me that greasy cheesy shit you got in there."
I could see Hattie's asshole start to pooch out and knew she was close to blowing. I stuck two fingers into her and started to finger fuck her ass; I could feel the hot liquidly soft turds just a few inches inside.
"Ah shit, that feels good," she cried out between moans as I kept fingering her. I knew from her gasps and groans she was trying to keep the shit inside as long as possible, but as I watched the brown liquid pour out around my fingers, I knew it wouldn't be long.
"FUCK! I can't hold it any longer," she exclaimed, and with a loud squish noise, the shit poured from her and all over my hand. It was hot, runny and laced with little bits of undigested taco chips and green peppers. The cheese made it look like a nice shade of yellowy orange with a dash of brown.
As she slowed down, the farts started up. These weren't the regular farts that everyone is accustomed to, oh no, these were the cannon blasting variety that actually blew bits of shit from her ass. And the smell, oh God the smell was truly vile. I thought I was safe, but then I realized I had trained myself to not puke at my own smell, but not anyone else's.
I happened to be standing over her ass when Hattie let blow a particularly pungent fart that felt like it had singed the hair from my nostrils. It smelled like burnt cheese and fried rotten tomatoes. I started retching, and the next thing I knew I was spewing vomit like an erupting volcano on steroids.
My after school treats of strawberry ice cream and soda violently left my body and callously placed itself on the beautifully nude back of Hattie. The pinkish brown mixture soaked her hair and ran down her tits to drip off her nipples.
"Did you just fucking puke on me?"
"Ah, yes. I'm really sorry."
"Don't be. It's fucking hot. Can you do it again?"
"I can try." I was so fucking turned on that I stuck my shit coated finger down my throat. This is not something I would recommend anyone to do.
I was seriously worried that I was going to puke up my stomach, the retching was so violent. I was coughing, gagging, gasping for air and my eyes were watering like an overflowing dam. Meanwhile, Hattie had turned onto her back so she could watch me, allowing the puke to coat her stomach and tits, and was playing with her pussy, bringing herself to an orgasm.
I had finally recovered enough to continue when I heard Hattie say there's more coming. When I got to her she was in a doggy position, telling me she was going to shit some more and wanting me to fuck her ass.
I pulled her cheeks apart and plunged my cock into her ass. She moaned in excitement. I was slowly fucking her and could actually feel her bowel muscles working to shove the shit out. Then quite quickly, her hot soft shit surrounded my cock and started squeezing out of her ass. It was an incredible feeling.
When I pulled my cock from her ass it was coated with a thick layer of shit, sort of like it had been frosted. Hattie quickly spun around and inhaled my shitty cock down her throat. Then using her lips, as she pulled it out her mouth, she scraped off an entire mouthful of shit, which she quickly swallowed.
I watched in amazement, never expecting her to do that. I think she even surprised herself since she was wide-eyed with shock at what she had just done. The most obvious thing happening was that she was trying to keep the shit down. It didn't last long.
I was standing in front of her, stroking my cock. Her body began rolling from the waist up while she was retching and gasping for air. I continued stroking. Then the gagging and coughing from deep in her throat began, along with tears pouring from her eyes. My cock was getting harder with each stroke.
The timing was perfect. Cum spurted from my cock just as the vomit erupted from Hattie's throat. I coated her face with cum, and she coated my body with a sickening mixture of shit and the remains of her Toasty Taco Noontime Nachos.
We lay on the lawn, looking at each other, me covered in shit and puke and Hattie covered in puke, shit and cum and promised to each other we would never eat anything from the Toasty Taco Stand ever again.
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