Adventures Of A Scat Slut Pt 05

I was sitting in my bathtub again, only this time I wasn't covered in shit as usual, but actually taking a regular soap-and-water bath. Dr. Cramer was expected tomorrow morning at 8 a.m. and I was preparing myself for his visit (there is no reason not to be all spic 'n' span before being ravished in filth). I had also been watching my diet and refraining from defecating; he indicated plainly that he is "very full" at that time of day, and I want to be, too. I am pretty sure our time scatting together will be most enjoyable (I know it will be for me), but I want it to be memorable in every way, too. What little I've gleaned from Tasha, it sounds like Dr. Cramer, Philip, is a connoisseur of scat and not easy to impress along those lines; I want to make a HUGE impression! If I do, I believe my opportunities to scat with others will improve greatly. My scat fetish cravings are all-powerful and insatiable, and I want to join the community of devoted scat lovers, go where they go, be where they are, and hopefully this will be my ticket in.

The next morning a little after 8 o'clock I heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to my door, and then a knock. The day before I had given some thought how I would present myself when that knock came. At first, I thought I might answer it totally naked, but that seemed too forward, desperate even. Perhaps I would put a short sexy dress on, bare underneath, but concluded that would be better if it were 8 p.m. and not 8 a.m. So I decided on a just-above-the-knee silky navy blue robe I had, nothing under it or on my feet, and this was what I was wearing when I answered that knock.

Philip smiled at me, said "Good morning," and walked in. He was holding a paper bag and a small gym bag.

"I stopped and bought some bagels," he declared. "I wasn't sure what you liked so just got six different kinds."

"That's fine," I said. "Thanks, I'm not too fussy."

"I thought we could eat them later, though I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee now if you have some. I should have bought some at the bagel place."

"No, that's okay, I already made some, I'll get us a cup." You bet I had some coffee made, knowing what effect it can have on me. Remember the supermarket incident?

We took our coffees into the living room and sat on the couch, me with one leg under me so I could turn sideways and face him. "What's in the gym bag?" I asked.

"Oh," he laughed, "Don't get mad, but Tasha told me about you two in your tub, and although she had nothing against it, thought it was very cozy and sexy, mentioned it might be just a bit snug for you and me and the things we might want to do, mainly because of me, of course."

"Are you calling me fat, Dr. Cramer?" I inquired, trying to sound purposely offended.

"Jesus, no, Rita, you're perfect. It's me, I did say me, didn't I? I thought I did."

"Well, I don't think you're that, either, though you and I will take up more room than Tasha and I did, for sure."

"Exactly," he replied. "So I just brought something for the floor instead," and he pulled out a plastic drop cloth. "If you think it's a good idea. It's your place, your call."

"Maybe we can use both," I responded as I moved closer to him on the couch. The coffee was starting to do its thing again, and I was beginning to get impatient and eager to get things rolling. I opened my robe and leaned into him, and he put his hands inside onto my tits. We kissed as he caressed them, and then his lips were where his hands had been. He licked and sucked them, and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I finally got up, slipped the robe off, and reached down for the drop cloth.

"Take your clothes off while I put this down next to the tub, and then I'll be back." I went into the bathroom, spread the 9 x 12 plastic cloth on the floor, and then went back into the living room. He was almost finished undressing, and I slithered onto the couch putting my face in his lap. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it into my throat. Even flaccid it was six inches long and after sliding in and out of my juicy mouth a few times, it was far from flaccid anymore but a good eight inches and granite-hard. It was difficult to believe this was the first time I was sucking him, even touching him, though he had come on my tits and face a few days ago in his office. He tasted as delicious as I imagined he would, and I was excited by the thought of how even more delicious it would taste covered in shit. I held his balls with one hand as I sucked him, every now and then swiping my tongue across them before sucking them as well. I pushed my fingers under his balls and closer to his asshole, dying to bury them inside it and then my tongue.

Philip didn't have the physique of an ardent gym rat, but he was well-toned; more importantly, he was very agile, able to move quickly and decisively. Right at that moment, for instance, he adeptly swung 90 degrees with his legs high in the air to face me, and sat down more on his lower back than his ass, thus exposing his asshole to me. My fingers were all over him there, my middle one making every attempt to invade him. Then I lowered my face and licked where my fingers just were. His asshole tasted a bit musky, that usual slightly bitter asshole taste you all are aware of, a magnet for my tongue. My tongue circled all around his sphincter and then burst through, and I rammed it in as far as I could. My scat-infused brain was taking over, screaming wishes and desires: Oh, Philip, I want your shit right now, I want to see it swim out of your beautiful shithole, I want to hold it, squeeze it, smell it deeply, rub my tongue all over it and taste it, suck it; I want all of it, Philip, please! I know we are on my fanciest living room piece of furniture, but please, Philip, fuck the couch, fuck the mess, just shit right now the biggest fucking load you've ever made right into my mouth and over my face so I can spread it all over myself. Make me the happiest fucking scat slut in the world!

But I felt his hands under my chin lifting my head, taking me out of my reverie. "Let's go in the bathroom," he said, "before I do something on this couch you'll wish I hadn't."

I almost repeated exactly what my brain had been shouting a few seconds earlier, only more insistently, but decided to keep quiet. It was only a five-second walk to the bathroom, after all; cleaning the couch of smeared mounds of shit could take hours.

When we got in the bathroom he told me to lie in the tub. He sat on the rim and gazed at me, or so I thought until I realized he was calculating whether the tub would be big enough for us. So I lifted my leg and rubbed my foot along his arm and caressed my pussy with my two middle fingers before slipping them inside me. That got his attention, and it was a good thing, too, because if it hadn't, I was going to put my foot on his face and scratch is eyes out with my toes! But he held my leg and caressed it, even sucked my toes a bit, making my pussy gush. Then he stood and stepped into the tub by my feet; I had my back against the sloping end section, my legs stretched out, and there was plenty of room for him to stand.

He stood there somewhat pensively holding his cock, and it suddenly made me laugh seeing him like that. I asked, jokingly, "When Tasha spoke to you about me, did she tell you I liked to be pissed on?"

Quite seriously he replied, "She didn't reveal any details like that, not that she ever would or that I would tell even if she had. Nope, it's what I like to do at the start. Get you all nice and drenched which makes the shit spread creamier and further over you and even taste better all mixed with piss."

I guess I just stared at him not saying anything, letting that sink in, and when I opened my mouth to speak a stream of golden fluid poured into it. I swallowed and he filled it again. Then he directed his flow onto my hair and after soaking me there, down my body over my tits to my pussy. I double-checked to make sure the old-fashioned stopper was in; I didn't want any of this delightful piss going down the drain. His flow abated somewhat and then suddenly increased, as if making sure he hadn't missed me anywhere. The warm salty liquid felt wonderful, and I rubbed it all over me.

He took a few steps forward and I slid down flatter on my back between his legs, my back and hair sloshing in the piss. The anticipation for what was coming next built up like a tidal wave inside of me.

"You know," he said, sounding almost like a lecturer in front of a classroom of students, "squatting is the most natural position for humans when shitting..."

"Should I be taking notes, Doctor?" I interrupted him, smiling.

Ignoring me, except for returning a tiny smile, he continued. "But I like doing it standing erect. At first, anyway. It's less efficient but much more erotic. It even feels different coming out and seeing it hit your skin, well, hopefully it's just soft enough to make a nice pile and not roll off." He held his ass cheeks apart and soon a long log emerged from his shithole heading right for my tits. It stretched like a big piece of brown taffy and remained intact until it almost landed on my skin. It made a huge pile on my tits, almost burying them. It smelled wonderful and not overpowering. I gazed at it just inches away and couldn't wait to submerge my hands in it and begin smearing it all over myself. My tits were screaming to be slathered, my tongue dying to taste it. He reached into the pile with his fingers and took some and curiously wiped it on his asshole and along his crack.

Then he took another step forward and squatted, pushing me just a bit farther south in the piss until his ass was over my mouth. "Now it's time to squat," he continued, "and finish what I started." As he crouched down over my face, I lifted my head up and thrust my mouth into his shit-streaked crevice, my tongue pointed directly for his asshole. I licked all around it, tasting his shit that he had wiped there.

He lifted his ass up slightly exposing my face, and looking between his thighs at me, suddenly said, quite enthusiastically, "Perfect, Rita, you did exactly what I was hoping you would and licked my ass. You are quite enamored with chocolate fudge, aren't you!"

"With chocolate fudge, hardly; with lovely delicious shit, yes indeed!"

He smiled and noted, "You look absolutely beautiful now! There is no sexier look on a woman's face then when it's covered in shit all around her mouth from her nose to her chin and the lower half of her cheeks. And that's how you look right now. It's gorgeous! I love it!"

Easily picturing and agreeing with his observation, I buried my face again in his crevice and pushed my tongue up inside of him until I could feel his next turd battling with it for territory; would my tongue be able to hold the line against this rapidly advancing log, or would it push my tongue out of him on its path to victory? I gladly retreated and opened my mouth, and that triumphant turd flowed without pause into my gaping orifice. I had been overpowered again and relished my defeat.

His shit was like an aphrodisiac and I could feel my pussy grow warm and radiant. I didn't know what to touch first, the pile on my tits or the one in my mouth. But I felt Philip's hands on my tits forcefully smearing the shit from my neck down across my torso. His fingers massaged me deeply, covering me thoroughly. I put my hands to my mouth, therefore, and felt his turd, realized that several inches of it filled my mouth, the rest stretched across my cheek to my ear. I grabbed it near my lips and lifted it out of my mouth, only to push it back in again. My tongue danced all over it, savoring its acrid taste. With my other hand I began spreading what was on my cheek all over my face -- my forehead, chin, and nose. I wondered if he would find my face now just as sexy looking as before. All the while I kept sucking that log.

With the front of my body totally covered in shit down to my thighs, Philip stretched out on top me and kissed me, his lips and tongue swimming in the shit blanketing my mouth. We shared it wildly, our tongues diving in each other's mouth. Soon his face was as shit-covered as mine, as was his chest and torso from rubbing them on me. He broke our kiss off and moved down to suck my tits; I combed my dirty fingers through his hair, pressing his face into my tits, feeling his teeth and tongue raking my nipples. The sensations he was creating were exquisite, but I wanted his mouth on my pussy, that tongue caressing my clit.

As if reading my mind, he knelt up straight in order to lift my legs in the air and lowered his mouth onto my cunt lips. He slurped all around them, biting them, pushing his tongue deep inside of me. It felt as if my juices must be flowing out of me like a river. He then told me to grab my legs under my knees and keep them raised, he still had some more shit for me and wanted to give it to me on my pussy. Using that agility I mentioned earlier, he quickly turned and straddled my hips, and half-squatting so I could observe everything, took a shit directly on my pussy lips. It felt warm and was the creamiest of his three deposits. He immediately spread it all over my pussy, turned again, smeared his cock with what remained in his hand, and pulled me up onto him, my back and hair splashing in the piss in the tub. His cock, all eight inches, slithered right up my cunt, and I felt totally filled with cock.

Displaying some agility of my own, I placed my feet on his shoulders, which made me look and feel like a giant spring ready to be sprung. He kept pulling me onto his cock as I pushed back, but not too hard, until we had our rhythm down perfectly. I could feel my orgasm getting ready to detonate and with my hands caressing my tits furiously, I popped and tumbled over into the precipice. Philip still fucked me with powerful thrusts, and I shouted for him to come, to fill my cunt with his seed or come in my mouth and on my face.

"Not till I taste your shit flowing into my mouth and my cock is buried up your ass," he grunted.

My mind exploded with filthy, nasty images, his lips glued to my shithole as another log swam through them and onto his tongue, my hands spreading globs of shit on his cock for me to suck before ramming it up my ass. My imagination was on fire, what was so taboo and disgusting gelling with what was so sensual and ecstatic, taking me to the darkest places I knew.

"Get out of the tub," I ordered, "and lie down on the drop cloth. Hurry!" He withdrew from me, stepped out of the tub, and lay on his back on the cloth. The piss in the tub had taken on a brown hue and pieces of shit floated in it. How nasty could I get, to what levels of depravity could I sink? I picked up a rather substantial turd, got on my knees, and spread it all over my ass. I wanted to cover all of it in filth, as far as I could reach, stuffing wads of his poop up my ass, getting it ready for what I knew I would do next with it. Then I stepped out of the tub onto the drop cloth. I quickly straddled his face and plopped my ass onto it, rubbing it all over his face, forcing him to lick the shit I'd just spread there. I commanded him to tongue-fuck my asshole as I ground it into his face hard, spreading my cheeks wide apart so my shithole could suck up his tongue. His tongue plowed deep inside of me, consuming me, ravishing every inch of my filthy hole.

Then I lowered my upper body onto him in a 69 and grabbed his cock, rammed it into my mouth, and sucked him. My tongue lashed up and down his dirty shaft and my teeth scraped across his head and pisshole. My mouth was soon half-filled with shit from sucking him, and I drooled it out on his balls and swished it all around. All emotional and inner restraints had abandoned me by now. After several minutes I crawled down and straddled his cock, slowly shoving it up my ass in a reverse cowgirl position. The liquidy shit on his cock worked as a good lubricant allowing his large member easy access to my asshole. With my hands on his thighs I lifted myself up and down on his cock, moaning with pleasure.

His cock fucking my ass so deeply had me wanting to defecate in no time. When I was sure I was ready to shit I lifted myself off him and scooted down putting my ass back on his face again. I told him to open his mouth and a second later a huge turd snaked out of me and into it. I raised my ass so all of it would remain whole and what didn't fit in his mouth would curl in a fat ring on his face. Between the prepping I'd done over the last few days and the coffee we drank, this was going to be one of the largest dumps I'd made in quite a while. Maybe ever. Philip just sighed and took it all, biting into it, savoring it. When I finished and the end of the log slapped down on his face, he pulled me onto his face and smeared it with my ass. As he did this I thought of one more thing I could do to add to the vileness, and I pissed in his face, saturating the log. I hoped he was right about piss making shit taste better because this was going to put it to the test.

Tasha had warned me how much he loved wallowing in filth, and that was obvious to see. But so did I, and that's what I wanted to make obvious to him.

Boundaries and self-control had all but vanished, impulsive cravings taking command. As I felt another log begin to emerge from me, I put my hand underneath my asshole and caught it. When it was full I turned around and sat on Philips stomach, holding the shit at tit level. In a way it was almost like that time when I was in the office toilet and the door flew open so Dr. Cramer found me sitting there holding my shit in my hand in front of me. Only this time, instead of handing it to him, I popped it into my mouth, all of it, and then kissed him full force on his lips. We each had a huge pile of shit in our mouths which we went about smearing all over each other's face and mouth making a giant mess. Both of us were mad with lust. Nothing could be more wonderful and thrilling as this, I thought.

With my face plastered in poop, my hair dripping in brown ooze, I returned to his cock. I lathered it up thoroughly with shit I emptied from my mouth and put it in my mouth, sucking it deep and forcing it against the inside of my cheeks. My mouth was overflowing with cock and shit, both of which I can never get enough of. Not to be outdone, he lifted his legs up and pushed my head down off his cock to his asshole, rubbing my face on it.

"Oh fuck, yes, eat my asshole, ream it out with your tongue!" he bellowed. I gladly licked and bit all around his filthy sphincter, ramming my tongue up inside his shithole. I wanted to crawl up inside there, to live there forever. It was like my mind had snapped and I had no control anymore of my thoughts or desires or passions; they were just floating in air smashing into one another driving me on further and further into depravity. My fingers, all of them, shot up his ass and kept going until they were in several inches past my wrist. He loved getting fisted and begged me to go in deeper, but my nurse's training soon began flashing warning signals that perhaps I had gone far enough, though why his doctor's training hadn't flashed the same signals confused me. Was there room inside there for more of me, to my elbow maybe? Was he a fucking bottomless pit?

I withdrew my arm from his ass and almost immediately a turd followed. I was reclining on an elbow, and I reached with my mouth for the emerging log before it was completely out of him, and I snatched it in my lips. I pushed it in my mouth farther and scootched up so I could reach his cock. I ran my mouth along his shaft before plunging it down on the head and took his rod in several inches through the soft log. After jamming my mouth several times up and down his shaft, the shit began oozing out of me and onto his balls. He was holding my head in place now, shoving his hips violently into my face, fucking my shit-slobbering mouth with his rock-solid cock. Soon a tremendous roar burst from his lips and his cock spurted over and over, each spurt planting another huge wad of cum in my mouth. My mouth was quickly filled and I drooled it out on his cock and rubbed it all over my face. The last few spurts went directly on my face, even up my nose. This had been fucking unbelievable! Granted I was only 21 years old at the time, but this was by far the most intense, insane fucking I'd ever experienced; add the fact that it occurred while immersed head to toe in our own shit and piss, and you'll know why I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.