After I graduated college with my nursing degree, I stayed with Dr. Cramer for a while longer. Obviously, I loved working there with him and Tasha and not just because of the scatting opportunities. But Philip didn't really need two nurses, couldn't afford paying what would be expected, and I started contemplating my options. When a position opened at the medical center, I decided to apply and took it when it was offered to me. I kept my apartment above Philip's office and told him and Tasha they were welcome anytime, especially if they wanted to get dirty with me.
One person who liked visiting me and getting dirty was Ches. Granted, most of the time we were together it was at the farm where he lived with Philip and Alexa, where there was a lot more room and convenience for what we enjoyed doing most. Which was having scat sex, as you perfectly well know. But that didn't mean
only
doing that, though it was a rare visit there when that didn't occur. Another thing we liked doing was horseback riding, and Ches was an expert on the back of a horse, which he attributed to his Native American heritage. I sometimes joked with him about it.
"Indians in Maine didn't use horses, did they?" I'd ask facetiously. "I mean your people rode around in canoes all the time, right?"
"Yes, Rita," he would reply proudly, "Penobscots practically invented the birchbark canoe, the greatest canoe ever created."
"Then why are we riding around on these horses and not in one of them? You do know how to paddle a canoe, don't you?"
"Obviously," he'd grunt, greatly insulted. "See these biceps and pecs, I could paddle a birchbark from sunrise to sunset and barely need to stop to take a piss."
Smiling broadly I'd say, "How about a shit? Would you stop to do that, especially if I were with you? Could you scat in a canoe with me and not tip it over? I bet not. I think we should try it, though, don't you?"
After that he would usually ride off in a huff and make me catch up to him. We always rode bareback and often naked, and when I riled him like that I would catch up and, to make it up to him, ask him to let me get on his horse behind him so I could stroke his cock as we rode. This is where his expertise kicked in because he had the ability to ride backwards while crouch-standing on his horse holding its neck (a well-trained stallion), allowing me to give him a blowjob as we rode along very slowly. That was pretty cool, I thought.
It never ceased to amaze me how Ches and I could go from the simplest Norman Rockwell type setting... say, standing next to each other at the kitchen sink in my apartment, rinsing dirty dishes getting them ready for the dishwasher... to a half-hour later rolling naked on the floor covered in shit and piss, laughing hysterically and going crazy in lust. But that's exactly what happened this time, and it was amazing.
It started with a dropped ladle through his slippery fingers causing a rather large splash on my sleeve, which produced a "watch it, you," mock warning, followed by an "Oh yeah?" from him and a flick of the wrist causing a bigger splash on my blouse. This afront required a palm-scoop of water into his face by me, which led to a bowl of water being dumped on my head by him, at which point the screeching from me and the belly-laughing from him reached a startling level. Then our hands were splashing wildly and clothes were being discarded as we playfully flailed away at each other.
The now-soaked linoleum floor became slippery and down we went. Our shirts already cast aside, we tugged at each other's jeans while at least pretending we wished to keep them on. Before long we were splashing in the water on the floor in our underwear, wringing wet, and then we were naked. We wrestled each other seeing who could get on top and stay there, neither of us succeeding. Finally, Ches straddled me across my midsection and only when he started peeing on me, all over my tits and onto my face did my fidgeting and fighting cease, and did I succumb to his overpowering me. It seemed he'd never stop pissing and he stood up over me to drench me totally, the floor a giant yellow puddle.
When he finished, knowing his piss shower was only the beginning of things and not the end, I grabbed his leg and bellowed, "Now what are you going to do, Geronimo? What are you cooking up next in that filthy brain of yours?" Actually it was my filthy brain that was cooking up some pretty nasty escapades I wouldn't mind engaging in.
He looked down on me and dismissively said, "Maybe I'll just leave you like that, wallowing in my piss, and head out the door."
Sounding way too dramatic, I'm sure, I countered, "Oh, yeah? You do that and you'll never see me again."
"Pfft," he sputtered through his lips. "I know you and your insatiable cravings for all things filthy. Sure, I won't see you until you get hungry for some delicious creamy shit after getting tired of playing with your own all the time. Then you'll come begging me to let you plow your tongue up my ass and fill your mouth with log after log of my shit."
Fuck, he knew me too damned well. Just the thought of what he said made my cunt spasm, my head spin blissfully. "Oh, you think, huh? Like you're the only one who's got the shit I crave. There are so many others..."
"Not after I tell them you threw me over. No one will scat with you anymore."
