You know how when you are really looking forward to something time seems to slow down to a crawl and the frustration of having to wait builds? It's all you've been thinking about, mostly, for days beforehand, you've imagined what it would be like from every angle, each one more thrilling than the last, which only makes the time creep by even slower and the agony of anticipation more acute. That's the way I felt by Saturday morning, the day of Philip's get-together at his farm I had been invited to. He had made it clear that this would be a scat orgy, that everyone who would be there basically centered their sexual lives at the heart of the most intimate of fetishes where shit reigned supreme, that they lived for it, worshipped at its altar, and that I had been invited because I had demonstrated to him that I did, too. But you know all about that little demonstration and what it entailed already. That it revealed my love and devotion for scat even experts like you will admit is perhaps the understatement of the year.
Hotsilver, the name of his farm (re-arrange the letters), was located west of town. It was a small farmstead, a few dozen acres, with a large barn and a couple of outbuildings. Some crops were grown in a garden next to the barn for home-consumption, and a few horses were stabled. Tall evergreen hedges surrounded much of one side of the property, and inside of this was a fenced-in area that contained an in-ground swimming pool, a couple of picnic tables, and several pieces of patio furniture, including sofas. The minute I saw it, it was obvious to me how conducive it would be for scatting activities.
The name of the farm was prominently displayed on a handsome homemade sign near the entrance lane, beneath which were the words "Veterinary Services," which indicated the main function of the place, operated by Philip's wife, Alexa. As a veterinarian she tended to the large animals owned by several farmers in a thirty-mile radius, not to mention all the pet dogs and cats locals brought in for her to minister to. One of the outbuildings served as her office.
By the time I got there a good crowd had already assembled. (Twenty people would be a good crowd for a scat orgy, and some people, I learned later, had traveled quite a distance to attend.) Many women were topless wearing just bikini bottoms or tight cutoffs, and some were naked already. A few of the men were naked, too. Everybody swimming in the pool was naked. There was a nice threesome forming on one side of the pool, and I recognized two of the women as "patients" who had visited Dr. Cramer's office after hours, but not the man. No one was scatting yet. I felt overdressed in the sundress I had on, so took it off, leaving my thongs on.
I caught Tasha's eye (she was naked, too, and had her arm around a good-looking guy in a bathing suit I'd never seen before), and we exchanged waves. I was about to walk over to her when Philip came up next to me and gave me a hug and a kiss. We talked for a bit, and then he said he wanted to introduce me to Alexa, who was setting up some drink items on one of the picnic tables. As we walked over to her, we passed a couple on one of the sofas sitting basically in each other's lap, kissing and smearing one another with shit they were scooping out of a plastic container; they were totally engrossed in their task and had each other almost completely covered already.
"That's Tom and Orla," Philip told me as we strolled past them, "they live on an adjacent farm. Two of the biggest shit-lovers here, or anywhere, for that matter. I think you'll enjoy getting to know them." Duly noted.
Philip introduced me to Alexa, who was naked, and we kissed each other on the cheek. She was blonde, had blue-gray eyes, nicely tanned skin, a smallish well-cropped bush, and a curvaceous, perfectly proportioned body. A woman named Claudia was helping her with the drinks. I told her how impressed I was with the farm and the layout of the property.
"Securing a private spot outdoors to scat in, with a pool and patio, was high on our list of priorities. But not as high as the shower room in the barn. That was number one. Have you seen it yet?"
"No, not yet, though I've heard about it from Tasha."
Glancing at Tom and Orla, she smiled and said to Philip, "I see Tom and Orla are going at it full steam ahead already, bless them. I think if scatting didn't exist they would have to invent it. There are times I think they live for nothing else." I gazed over at them and their positions had changed from before: Orla was on her knees on the lawn sofa, Tom behind her with his face buried deep in her shit-covered ass while she sucked on a long turd and caressed her tits. I reminded myself again to make sure to get acquainted with those two before the day was over.
Claudia came over to me and told me I ought to put some sunscreen on, showing me the lotion bottle in her hand, and seeing she was quite beautiful and topless herself, I asked if she was volunteering. "No," she said, "I have my eyes set on a stunning couple I need to say hello to, but my husband would be happy to. Edmund, if you would." Edmund, who was hovering nearby, approached me and happily obliged, taking the lotion from his wife and squirting it on my shoulders and arms first, and then everywhere else. His hands felt wonderful massaging my shoulders and back, but especially, of course, my tits. I thought his wife must feel lucky to have him around for such treatment, and when I searched for her to examine her more carefully, saw she had a perfect full-body tan, not a tan line in sight. She was naked now and kneeling, getting ready to give a blowjob to someone I hadn't met yet. Kneeling on the other side of this man was a stunning redhead licking his ass.
It was then I saw Ches and I knew no matter how enthralling Edmund's hands were, it was Ches I'd be excusing myself to be with. He was in his mid-twenties and Native American, had jet-black hair tied in a small ponytail, high pronounced cheekbones, dark-brown steely eyes, mouth-watering copper-colored skin, an athletic physique with a broad chest and solid abs, and a tight beautiful ass I couldn't wait to get my tongue into. Leaving aside for the moment his muscular arms and powerful-looking legs, that left only his cock for me to examine and describe. Unfortunately, for some unfathomable reason, he was wearing short swim trunks that were hiding it from view, though the pronounced outline of what was under that fabric indicated something magnificent. Perhaps if I knew him a little bit better, knew him at all, I would sashay up to him and pull those fucking trunks right down to the ground and insist he step out of them.
But then a woman, a buxom blonde, who apparently did know him better than I did, approached him, gave him a big bear hug, and slipped her hands into the bathing suit onto his ass and slowly lowered them with her thumbs, giggling. She got them to just above his knees where gravity took over and brought them to the ground. He flipped them up in the air with his toes and caught them in one hand. Then he reached out and gave that girl a return hug. That's when I saw his cock and swore to myself that before I left I would not only have my tongue plowing up his lovely ass, but that awesome cock would be diving deep down my throat as well.
It seemed to me that girl, Gina, was much more interested in Ches than he was in her, so in my mind I gave myself a good kick in the ass to get moving. I walked over to him and said, "I'm afraid Philip never got around to introducing me to you; I'm Rita."
"Rita," he said showing interest, "yes, Phil has told me about you, has mentioned some interesting things about you."
"That's good to hear" I replied, grinning broadly. I wondered if Philip was the kiss-and-tell type, whether he had spoken about his visit to my apartment a week earlier and all the wonderful filthy things we engaged in. I certainly hoped so. "Like what?" I asked.
"Well, how good you are with the patients, for instance. He's very pleased with that."
Ugh, shop talk, not exactly what I wanted to hear about right then. "Anything else?"
A tiny smile formed on his lips as he looked at me. "Well, he's extremely pleased how you're one of the top students in the nursing program at Cee Nova."
