Adventures Of A Scat Slut Pt 13

I promised I would finish telling you about the scat cruise I went on some rainy day, and today has been about as rainy as it can get. A big nor'easter has been churning up the coast dropping rain by the bucketsful. Last night before it all started, I stopped in at Francene's house; she asked me to come over so we could watch some missed episodes of

Sex/Life

and chill out together. Well, we were doing a lot of chilling on her couch after the last episode, getting closer and closer to all-out scatting on each other, when we noticed the rain hammering against the house. We went to her screened porch out back of the house to check it out, and we just about had to shout to be heard while talking, the rain was pounding on the roof so hard. It was warm out, though, and all that rain began tempting us to do something outlandish.

So, like two kids we decided to get wet, and we raced out into the yard. We were drenched in no time, hugging and laughing, tearing each other's clothes off (pretty simple to do since both of us only had cutoffs on). We sprawled out on the lawn, rolling all around on the wet spiky blades of grass, being tickled everywhere they touched. We groped and licked each other's tits, kissed deeply, and fingered our pussies. What we had nearly begun doing on the couch earlier came to the forefront again, and Francene told me she needed to shit and wanted to do it on me. I wondered how long it would take before this activity became foremost, and I wasn't surprised it happened so quickly.

She wanted me to lie on my back, which of course I did, feeling the raindrops pinging off my skin like pebbles, causing my nipples to get hard and my pussy to tingle. I could barely keep my eyes open even after narrowing them to tiny slits. Then she straddled my midsection and rubbed her gorgeous tits on mine, the rain causing them to slip-slide against one another. We sucked each other's nipples and locked our lips together in a deep kiss. Finally, she got to her feet and crouched down over my tits, and told me to get ready "for the load of the century."

"I hope you're right," I replied, "and this rain hasn't waterlogged your brain into making wild false promises."

"Keep talking like that and it's going right in your mouth," she laughed. Soon I could feel her pushing her anal muscles and then saw and felt a huge turd slither across my tits. The rain masked some of the smell, unfortunately, but what remained was pungent and lovely. Her log was solid but juicy, made even more so by the rain. It was a lot of shit, even for Francene's standards, and just looking at it I could see it would cover most of the front of me once we started spreading it.

"That's beautiful, Fran," I said. "Maybe not the load of the century, but certainly high up on the list of dumps in the annals of shitology."

"Shitology, is it?" she chuckled. "I think you're the one with the waterlogged brain. I knew I should have plopped it in your mouth. Here, have some of this instead." And with that she peed in my mouth and then all over me, though it was hard to differentiate her piss from the rain, except for the taste and it's warmer temperature. When she finished peeing, we rubbed her shit all over my tits and down to my pussy, getting more excited by the minute. I pulled her down onto me to rub her body into mine getting it dirty and having her suck my tits as well. The shit was so nice and succulent from the rain and spread like smooth butter. Pretty soon I was covered in it. Delish!

I told her it was my turn and she said she wanted it right in her mouth and all over her face. That was typical of Francene, she knew no limits. I knelt facing forward and put my ass over her face. I leaned back putting my hands on the grass so she could lick my asshole getting it even wetter than it was, and then without warning a long log snaked out of my ass and into her mouth. I filled her mouth up as she moaned softly taking as much of my turd in as she could. Then she held my thighs so I couldn't lift off of her as I finished going. Instead, she pushed her face deep into my ass crack, squishing my shit all over her face.

"Didn't trust me, Fran, to smoosh it all over your face?" I joked. "You know me better than that, love." I then plowed my ass onto her face, plastering the shit all over it. Her entire face, from her hairline to her chin, was coated in a thick layer of creamy brown sludge. This was the kind of scat-play we both loved to engage in, and it could get pretty extreme. I kept rubbing my ass across her face hard, wondering how much of this treatment she would take. Somebody else would have pushed me off and said, "Enough, already!" but not her, nothing was ever enough for Francene. That's why I love scatting with her so much.

We made love on the grass, both of us shit-covered, sucking each other's tits and pussy, finger-fucking one another's asshole. I don't know how many times we came, but I'm glad it was raining so hard so our moans and cries could be drowned out at least a little bit. When we had exhausted each other we just lay there sprawled out on the grass, letting the rain wash our bodies off. A little while later the rain let up quite a bit, giving me a chance to get to my apartment safely before it started pouring again.

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So here I am once more reposing naked in my bathtub, my favorite writing location, but for once not covered in shit. Francene and I had a nice long shower and bath at her house before I left, and in that pristine condition I remain, at least for now. I'm ready to finish telling you about the scat cruise she and I went on. I already told you about scatting with Hattie and Bernice, the two women from Texas, and especially Gordon; it's in the chapter before this one in case you missed it.

Patterns began to form aboard ship, routines established by the second day. One routine I followed closely involved Gordon and his three traveling companions, Mark, Jessica, and Tricia. Every morning, often before anyone else, they would come out of their stateroom together, sometimes totally covered in shit already, other times not, and sit together by the pool. They were an extremely intimate foursome, and the loving attention they showered on each other as they scatted in every combination possible, was awe-inspiring. I thought they must have known each other a long time and were lucky to all share their scat fetish at the same intensity.

Francene and I spent a lovely afternoon with Jessica and Tricia drinking gin and tonics and playing a somewhat altered version of Trivial Pursuit. Our version was very similar to the regular one, with one slight difference, as you'll see shortly.

"First things first," Tricia said, as she placed two large melamine plates on the two queen-sized beds we had pushed together in their stateroom. (We were naked, of course.) "Everyone needs to take a shit on the plates. I also have a couple of containers of shit that the four of us filled yesterday we can use."

Jessica grinned, "Mark's going to be pissed if we use up all that shit from yesterday; he was looking forward to putting that to good use on us later tonight."

"He won't mind once he sees who we used it up with. You made quite a hit with him, Francene. You, too, Rita, with Gordon. Both of you keep coming up in their conversations."

"I'm sure they're just happy they found two scat lovers as intense about it as they are, as all four of you are, on this cruise, that's all," I replied. They smiled but remained silent, and then Tricia reminded us we needed to shit on the plates. Jessica and I shit on one plate, several medium sized logs from me, two longish ones from her; both piles filled our plates to overflowing. The smell of shit began to fill the stateroom, all of us inhaling it with great satisfaction.

Pretty soon both plates were heaped with steamy logs.

"Maybe we should just say to hell with the game and bury our faces in all this shit," Francene declared, her face inches away from one of the plates, eying it lovingly. "It looks delicious."

"How about a little self-control, girl," I responded, chuckling. "Your face will be covered in shit soon enough, once you prove to everyone how smart you are."

She looked at me wide-eyed. "Thanks, Rita, I don't know if anyone has ever said that to me before. But Tricia is a history professor at a college; we might as well just dump all the shit on her right now."

"Not everything is a history question. There's popular culture and movies and whatnot."

Francene said, "I suppose if there are any scat porn star questions I'll get those right, and then you can slather me up in poop, if there's any left."

Confused? Well, you see, in this game, just as in the real one, if you answered a question correctly, that was good. But for us being correct meant you would be rewarded by getting smeared with shit, which for most people would qualify more as a punishment. Naturally for scat queens like us being covered in shit was the desired result of our efforts. Whoever had the most shit spread on them at the end would be the ultimate winner. How we'd reward her we hadn't decided yet, but you can bet it would be very messy and sexy.

The game began rapidly with shit being smeared on the winner of each round almost haphazardly. We all took turns being the spreader, even spreading it on ourselves when it was required. But as we all became more and more covered, the pace slowed. Soon it wasn't enough to just take a bit of shit and rub it on Jessica's tits, say; now that her tits were heavily smeared it was much more enticing to lick her tits as well. Or as you massaged a small handful of shit into Francene's ass crack, it became imperative to lower your face into it, too, and tongue-fuck her asshole. After three-quarters of an hour we were all streaked in shit and spending much more time hugging and licking each other than answering questions.

Also, by then we had used up all the shit from the plates and were about to dive into one of the containers Tricia had mentioned. Tricia popped the lid off and then said, "Fuck it, everybody. Game over. I declare it a tie and we should reward each other by smearing the shit in this container all over each other."

"Good idea," I said. "But nice and slow, okay? Let's make this last as long as we can. Everybody take a handful and let's start on our faces. Come here, Tricia, I want to stuff my handful in your mouth and shit-kiss with you." Sharing a mouthful of pasty, creamy excrement with another person in a passionate, tongue-wrestling fashion is just about the most intimate act I know.

"You're on, baby," she replied and crawled next to me. I reached into the container and took a hefty palmful out, mushing it up with my fingers. Tricia's face already was well-streaked with shit, even her lips were covered, but she opened her mouth eagerly waiting for my offering. I took the brown clump and rubbed it all around her mouth and chin in a circle, and then my own. She opened her mouth and stuck her shit-blackened tongue out, which I took in my mouth and sucked on. Then I thumbed off half the mashed turd into her mouth and the other half in mine and we kissed with a huge sigh. The shit, which tasted only slightly bitter but very earthy, spurted out across our faces as we drove our tongues into each other's mouth.

Behind me I could hear a slight commotion and Jessica talking with someone, but I wasn't about to interrupt our passionate kiss quite yet. Tricia was lost in our embrace as well. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I broke with Tricia. It was Gordon.

"My God!" he cried. "You two look so fantastic kissing like that! A taste, please. Trish?" He put his lips to Tricia's and she pushed the shit out of her mouth into his and kissed him deeply, her hands holding him at his cheeks, turning his face filthy. Then he turned to me and tried to kiss me, too, but both of us had too much poop in our mouths to make it work. So instead of kissing me he squished the slimy shit in his mouth through his pursed lips all over my face. His tongue troweled the shit across my face, coating it completely. When he finished and his mouth was empty, he kissed me, and I tongued the shit in my mouth into his.

A mini orgy now erupted among the six of us. Francene attacked Tricia's asshole with her tongue, lapping at it greedily, and Mark spread a handful of saved shit into Jessica's pussy getting ready to fuck her. In return she sucked his cock down to his balls, fingering his asshole, until he was bursting with precum and maneuvering to get his cock inside of her. As I continued to shit-kiss Gordon, I raised my ass up so Jessica could arrange her face under it and eat out my shithole. Mark slid his cock through the pile of shit at Jessica's cunt entering her, fucking her hard. She writhed with pleasure as he pounded her, hissing "Yes!" and "Harder!" over and over until they both came. Positions changed frequently, almost as often as we climaxed, but what never altered was how we continuously wiped all that lovely shit all over one another until our skin tingled ecstatically.

Gordon and Mark still hadn't shit yet, which we weren't going to let them get away with for too much longer. We tongued them and fingered them in the appropriate places, and even begged them verbally to let us have it.

"Four women dying to be shit on by two men," Mark commented lightheartedly. "I don't know, Gordon, such tough decisions. Which two bitches should be the lucky ones?"

Gordon laughed. "I know. Do we have time to conduct a lottery? Maybe we should just take bribes."

"Or maybe we should just start shitting and see what happens," said Mark.

"Could be all-out chaos, a mad scramble," Gordon added.

Tricia finally had enough and blurted, "Why don't you two assholes shut the fuck up and stop wasting everybody's time."

"I want her," Mark insisted, flicking his eyebrows up and down a la Groucho Marx. "She's a feisty one. I'll fill her mouth up with pleasure."

Tricia looked at Mark and shook her head. "More empty talk, it looks like."

Then Jessica chimed in. "Don't forget we're on a fucking scat cruise, ladies; there must be fifty people out there willing and able to give us all we crave and lots more."

"Uh-oh," Gordon uttered with mock gravity. "We need to do something fast, Mark, before there's all-out rebellion." He quickly grabbed one of the empty plates we had, placed it on the floor under him, and defecated on it, a medium-sized log followed by several smaller turds. Still it filled the plate up. "Your turn now, Mark."

"I told you I want the feisty one. Come over here, bitch," he said to Tricia, "and open your sassy mouth."

"Finally," Tricia mumbled under her breath as she crawled over to him and thrust her face into his ass. She held his cheeks wide apart and zeroed in on his asshole with her tongue. Mark squatted slightly and a beautiful dark-brown log crackled out of his ass and into her mouth. The excess, and there was plenty of it, fell onto her tits, which I spread all over her. Tricia was in ecstasy sucking on his log, and Francene and Jessica were busy smearing Gordon's shit on themselves and in each other's mouth. With their mouths filled with poop, they took turns sucking Gordon's cock until Francene took control and he shot his load all over her face. I continued to plaster Mark's shit all over Tricia's tits and then sucked them with gusto. Our little scat orgy continued for much of the afternoon and was a highlight of the entire cruise for me.

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It would be a mistake to think that the cruise was just one big orgy, morning to night; probably half the couples aboard never, or very rarely, got involved in group sex activities, but scatted with each other in private. I don't mean just in their staterooms -- most people were comfortable enough to have sex, even the dirtiest kind, in the company of others. Ironically, as I mentioned earlier, the honeymoon couple on board, Tony and Adriana, whom you might expect to remain alone in their stateroom enjoying each other, were perhaps the most community spirited passengers amongst us, inviting almost everyone to scat with them at one point or another. Adriana mentioned to me that she and Tony had only discovered scatting while they were courting, and both loved it tremendously and decided it would be a major component of their sex lives. They chose to go on a scat cruise for their honeymoon with the idea they'd scat with others as much as possible to learn and experience everything they could. I wished her the best of luck, and after scatting with them with Wayne and another couple, thought that their marriage was off to a great start.

Near the end of the cruise as I said last time, a big party was held in an open area near the pool. Everyone was invited and I think everyone showed up, even those who barely made an appearance so far. It was a buffet, a nice spread, liquor available, a d.j. providing music. Most people came naked, though some still found it difficult to present themselves that way in front of fifty other people. The party was a great success, though it was a reminder that the cruise was almost over and your last opportunity to scat with new-found friends and lovers was drawing near. So before long a sort of devil-may-care wildness set in and groups began to form, threesomes and foursomes over here, larger groups over there. Francene and I fell in with a large group of perhaps the most dedicated scat lovers on board, about 25 people, which included nearly everyone I've named so far as well as several others.

For starters, Paul, whom I had scatted with a few days earlier, along with two other men, Walt and Tim, approached me and asked me to join them. We found a spot near the middle of the group and their hands were all over me, pinching my nipples, fingering my pussy and asshole. I sucked their cocks and licked their balls and tongued their assholes while they fucked me, sometimes all three at the same time in all my holes. Then Paul was crouching over my tits gifting me with several medium-soft logs that I wiped all over myself before smearing my face and licking my hands. Tim shit on my face after I tongue-fucked his shithole, while Walt defecated on my pussy, a pile perfect for spreading. Again hands were all over me coating me relentlessly.

The intensity of the action increased by the minute. Suddenly I was being pissed on, in fact, all of us were, as six men and two women stood in a semi-circle and peed on everyone within soaking distance. Most of us knelt facing our human water spigots so their pee would cascade onto our faces and in our mouths. Our drenching was relentless, and soon those of us being deluged began adding to the torrent by pissing as well. We held each other close, rubbing our sopping wet, shit-coated skin on each other, squirting mouthfuls of pee onto one another's faces. Some were pissing straight up in the air and catching it in their mouths when it landed. Everyone was having a marvelous time.

People prepared well for that evening's orgy, had curtailed their scatting the day before so they would be good and ready. Adding to this was the fact that all the saved containers of shit people had brought with them, especially the two scat clubs, and stored in the freezer I mentioned earlier, that still remained were made available to one and all. This amounted to quite a lot and was put to very good use by those like me who love nothing more than spreading it all over themselves. Even if you've hardly paid an ounce of attention to me and this chronicle you know I love the tactile element of scat play the most, the smearing and spreading of it all over me everywhere. That's what turns me on the greatest, being inundated with it and then having hands and feet and lips and tongues spread it over every inch of me. We spreaders and smearers congregated together and were in ecstasy making each other as filthy as we could, dumping container after container on each other and cavorting in each other's arms.