Adventures Of A Scat Slut Pt 15

Just a few weeks ago Tasha and I drove into Sark City, about an hour away, to do some shopping at the mall. She needed a dress for a wedding she was invited to, and I was on the hunt for a pair of heels, for no particular reason at all. Ever since I started wearing nurses shoes every day to work, I've developed this craving for sexy high heels that end up sitting in my closet most of the time. (Maybe seeing what Wendy did to her heels on the scat cruise, stuffing them with shit before wearing them, and then June licking them, affected me in some fantastical way.) We were both successful in our searches and decided to stop at the Palmerston Hotel for dinner and to sit in their very appealing bar afterwards. We would have been happy if a couple of handsome guys decided to join us or a group of women in a partying mood stopped in, but I guess we picked an off night for such things, at least at the Palmerston. So just before midnight we decided to pack it in and head home.

All the way home I was trying to get Tasha to come back to my place so we could have a scat session, the time spent at the bar with no luck somehow made me extremely horny for her. But she insisted she had to get home and get some sleep for a big meeting with some health insurance representatives the next day.

"Really, Tasha," I sighed. "You're more worried about a bunch of health insurance reps than getting filthy with me? This isn't the Tasha I know and love."

"It's just a rain check I'm asking for, Rita," she replied. "You know I'd love to."

Then something crazy happened, almost like an ironic twist that if you saw it in a movie you would shake your head and mumble, "Oh, please, no way." But halfway home, when I had just about given up trying to talk Tasha into coming home with me for some scat fun, she suddenly announced, "Maybe it's all this talk about scatting we've been doing, but I have to take a shit really bad all of a sudden. Could you drive a little faster?"

"We're still a good half hour from either of our places," I said. "How fast am I supposed to drive?"

"Fuck," she groaned. "It doesn't matter. I don't think I'm going to make it."

See what I mean about that twist? Were circumstances going to give me what I wanted after all, just not in my apartment? Things were suddenly looking up.

I said to her, "Too bad you're wearing that dress and not slacks. I'd tell you to just shit in your panties. You love doing that, anyway."

"I know. But I've only got thongs on underneath, so I doubt slacks would even help much."

Then it dawned on me and I declared, "Of course you do. You were looking for a new dress and would be half-naked much of the time in just your underwear trying them on, so naturally you would wear thongs and a bra instead of regular panties to walk around in. Miss Show-Off."

"What bra?"

We looked at each other and cracked up laughing. "My little exhibitionist!" I blurted. "I knew I should have stayed with you. Put on a good show, did you?"

"Yes," she answered deadpan, "I thought it went over pretty well, as did most of the salesgirls." And we both laughed again.

A few minutes passed and then Tasha said, "Listen, Rita, maybe you could find a spot along the road to stop and I could shit in the woods." I could see that old anxious feeling starting to kick in for her and things were getting desperate. Just then we were passing Coolridge Park, and I had an idea, so I pulled in.

"Where are you taking us?" she asked. "Stop somewhere and I'll shit next to the car."

"I will if I have to," I said, "but there's a restroom here near the playground I thought we could check out first." At that hour I figured it would probably be locked, but maybe we'd get lucky.

I parked as close to the small building as I could and we got out. "Keep your fingers crossed it's not locked," I said.

"I'll just shit in those bushes over there if it is. No problem." And then I could hear her laugh. "Of course, you'll have to clean me with your tongue so I don't dirty your car seat."

"Yes, I would be more than happy to do that, but look, ta-da, the door is open." I pushed it and it swung open. It was pitch dark inside, but Tasha walked in a few steps and I followed her. I felt around on the wall near the door and found a light switch and flipped it on. A bright neon light flickered on overhead.

"There you go, your royal highness," I kidded. "The throne is all yours." She went into a stall and sat down on the toilet. The thought that I would wait for her outside never crossed my mind, and I stood at the stall door holding it open to watch her. I'm sure you know me well enough now to guess what was going through my mind as I stood there.

"Are you going to stand there and watch me shit?" she asked, all innocent like.

"Even better," I said.

"You going to hold my hand, too?" she joked, smiling.

"Even better than that," I gushed. "Why don't we trade places and I slip my dress off and you shit on me, like I've been trying to get you to do at my place all the way here."

Tasha chuckled lightly. "That mind of yours, Rita, I don't know; I thought mine was single-tracked but yours is relentless." Looking up at the ceiling she added, "How long before that bright neon light draws attention?"

"Probably not very long, but hopefully long enough. It's kind of thrilling thinking someone might barge in on us in the middle of you shitting on me."

"That someone this time of night would most likely be a cop. Are you sure you would find that thrilling? There'd be an awful lot of explaining to do."

I grinned and said, "Maybe it'll be a scat-loving cop who will skip the questions and just suck my tits with all your shit smeared on them."

"Highly unlikely, babe, but I'm not surprised you'd think that way. You must be super horny." She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Well, okay, hurry up and take your dress off and we'll switch places."

She stood up, and I took my dress and panties off (all right, I didn't have a bra on, either) and sat on the seat, stretching out a bit, flattening my body. Tasha lifted her dress and straddled me, her ass over my tits, her thongs pulled to the side, and within seconds, it seemed, released a huge spiraling turd onto my tits. It was fat and juicy but solid, one we really could have had great prolonged fun with in bed. It smelled pungent and strong, perfect in my book. I held it together on my tits so it wouldn't fall to the floor making a mess and began smearing it all over them and my belly. It felt so warm and creamy, and between the tactile sensations on my skin and the trepidation that we could be discovered at any moment, my emotions were soaring.

Tasha gazed at me spreading her shit all over the front of me, and finally said, "Fuck, Rita, you know I can't just stand here watching you do that to yourself and not want some for myself." She threw her dress off over her head and stepped out of her thongs before continuing, "Come on, rub some of that shit all over me. Don't hog all the fun." And she knelt down in front of me.

"That's the spirit, Tash," I commended her. "What could be better than the two of us getting each other all messy right here and now?"

She really had produced quite a large pile and spreading it between us was no trouble. I rubbed a substantial handful of shit on her tits and then licked them, making her moan. She was getting more excited by the minute, wanting me to cover and massage her tits while she did mine. I could feel my pussy getting very wet.

"Cover my tits up, baby," she growled. "That feels so good. Rub your boobs on mine." We mashed our tits into each other and then licked the poop off our nipples before shit kissing. Our faces were smeared with shit and we spread it around evenly from forehead to chin. No makeup artist ever admired their work as much as we did right then.

"How daring do you feel, love?" I asked her, my breathing rate increasing. "Feel like going a little crazy with me?"

She looked at me a bit startled. "If what we're doing already isn't crazy I don't know what else could be. What are you thinking now, Rita, you have a wild look on your face underneath that shit I just wiped all over it. That can only mean trouble." We continued massaging her poop onto each other, spreading it far and wide. We finished with our faces and tits and moved down our bodies to our arms and torsos. Both of us were in our element now, doing with one another what we loved to do best. Her shit really was perfect and spread smoothly and thickly, and we kissed and licked as much as we smeared until our cunts were humming with pleasure.

Before long we had slathered each other's pussies and thighs and I said, "Let's go outside and see if we can find a patch of grass to make love on. I want you in my arms, our bodies going wild on each other. Wouldn't you like me to shit on you as well?"

She sighed a little and hemmed and hawed, worried about being discovered. "You like to keep pushing that envelope, don't you, until one of these days it's going to explode, I just know it."

"You love it, Tasha, you know you do. Come on, there isn't a soul within miles out there. I have to go now, too, and from the rumblings I'm getting in there I bet it will be a big juicy one that you're going to be begging me to suck on."

"Fuck, Rita, how do you do this to me, make me where I can't think anymore."

"Thinking is boring, Tash, let's go roll on the grass and make each other come. I can taste your cunt already."

"Anything so we can turn that damn light off." Then as if resigned to her fate she added, "Fuck, okay, you win as usual, you insatiable shit-loving bitch, let's go."

"Look who's calling names," I laughed. We quickly rinsed our hands in the sink, grabbed our dresses and panties, turned the light off, and went outside. We halted right at the door getting used to the darkness and double-checking nobody was lurking about. Other than the droning of some distant cicadas there wasn't a sound. There was a street light at the far end of the playground near the road that provided just enough light so we could see each other and our immediate surroundings but nothing distinctly. Being naked in that public space, even though it was deserted, our bare toes wiggling in the dirt, also did marvelous things for our libidos, and we started prancing around, holding hands, showing off our bodies. You know what that's like.

While we were fluttering about soaking up the atmosphere, acting naughty, we were also looking for a soft grassy spot to lie down on, and it wasn't long before we found one. We hugged each other and collapsed onto it, intertwining our legs and arms, kissing each other. We caressed each other everywhere, shoved our fingers in each other's mouth and pussy, and kissed passionately throughout it all.

"Stretch out on your back," I told Tasha. "I have something you're going to like. It feels like I might not have made it home in time, either." I crouched over her tits and the urge to poop became very strong. I could feel her fingers probing my asshole, but before she could push them inside of me, I farted and then defecated on her, two substantial turds she quickly began singing the praises of, and that she immediately started spreading on herself.

"My God, Rita, they're beautiful!" she declared. "Not too mushy, not too hard, perfect!. They feel so wonderful!" Before she could mash them up totally, I grabbed one and told her to open her mouth and I put it inside. She was right, not only did they look beautiful, just what you'd expect the perfect turd to look like, but they were ideal for sucking on. I kissed her again and we shared the log. Then I helped her spread my shit on her tits and down to her pussy, filling in spots we might have missed earlier. I licked her diamond-hard nipples and worked my way south until I was at her cunt. I licked all around her labia and then inside, my tongue focusing on her clit just beneath the hood. I kept licking her there, her fingers combing through my hair as she tried to stifle her cries, until she climaxed. As she came down from her peak, I wiped more shit on her legs and then on my own. We were both streaked with poop over most of the front of us.

The night air felt wonderful on my naked filthy body, and a feeling of utter freedom and invincibility set in. I wanted to run around and play, to scamper like a kid in the playground.

"Come on, Tasha," I said. "Let's go play on the swings and merry-go-round."

"Excellent idea!" she agreed, and we got up and ran over to the merry-go-round. We ran next to it, spinning it in a circle and then jumped on, laughing.

"Sit down," she said to me, "and I'll piss on you. My bladder feels like it's going to explode." I sat as the apparatus continued to go around in a circle and Tasha put her pussy up to my face and started pissing on me. It felt warmer than usual in the rapidly cooling air, and tasted just a tad acidic, and I tried to swallow as much as I could. What I couldn't capture in my mouth felt wonderful cascading over my face and onto my shoulders and tits. When she finished I grabbed her hand and we jumped off and I pulled her to the swings, which were adult-size, and had her sit down. I pushed her several times into the air and then jumped on, standing next to her.

"Look up, love," I commanded and when she did I released a stream of piss onto her face and into her hair. She laughed and opened her mouth, drinking my liquid in. Holding onto the chains I was able to crouch down and rub my cunt onto her soaked face as well. She stopped the swing's motion with her feet on the ground and concentrated on sucking my cunt, wiping her lips and face all over it until I, too, climaxed.

I slowly lowered myself onto her lap facing her, my legs wrapped around her waist. "My first time coming on a swing," I said.

She licked my shit-covered tits some more and then kissed me, her tongue plowing deep in my mouth. Our kiss ended but I continued to hold her.

"Where I grew up in Carlson Lakes, population 300," Tasha said, "we had a very nice swing hanging from a sycamore tree near the lake. I spent a good part of the summer after high school graduation on that swing learning all kinds of things."

"Such a small population, I guess you couldn't be very choosy about whom you learned stuff with."

"I went to a regional high school with a much bigger pool of kids from other real small towns, but Jane Lettermink and her cousin Henry were all I needed for a superb education in all the good stuff. Reaching orgasm was almost a given with them, swing or no swing."

"How about scatting?"

"Not Henry so much, he was a bit too fussy, but Jane was incredible, showed me things about scat and my craving for it that fanned the flames until there was an all-out conflagration. And that fire still burns very brightly, as you can see."

I smiled and caressed Tasha's face and hair. "If I ever meet her, I'll be sure to thank her for that."

We kissed one more time, long and deep, and decided we perhaps ought to get going. We didn't want to leave our shit and piss on the swing and merry-go-round, so I looked for something in the trunk I could put water in from the sink in the bathroom and with a small rag I had clean them off. But I couldn't find anything. Then I suddenly remembered my new shoes and the box they were in. I opened the shopping bag and took them out. "We'll use the shoebox," I said. But a thought popped into my head that caused my pussy to twinge delightfully, and I handed Tasha the shoes while I grabbed the box.

"Here," I said. "Take these shoes with you; I have an idea."

"Really, Rita? Why not just leave them in the car?"

"You'll see," I said, smiling playfully. I took the empty shoebox and filled it with water from the sink and went about cleaning the piss and shit off the playground equipment we were on.

"There," I said as I finished. "People coming here tomorrow won't be grossed out by our mess."

"I understand that, but why did you have me bring the shoes?" I took the high heels from her and dipping my hand into the accumulated shit in the box as well as scraping some of the excess off our bodies, I stuffed what I gathered inside each shoe, just as Wendy had done on the scat cruise!

"I saw someone do this on that scat cruise I went on," I said, as I packed each shoe with poop. "I think it's made a permanent impression on my brain. The thought of it makes me crazy with lust."

Seeing me do this caused Tasha to react almost violently. "What the fuck are you doing to those shoes?" she cried. "That's downright criminal what you're doing! They were beautiful!"

"They'd just sit in my closet anyway, hardly ever worn," I said. "This is putting them to very good use."

But the best part hadn't even occurred yet. When I finished filling them with shit, I slipped them on my feet. Each foot just slithered into the dark-brown ooze, and I wiggled my toes as best I could. It was utterly delightful. I couldn't help myself and I started walking around feeling the shit squish between my toes and all along my instep. Here I was, naked in the park, covered in shit, my feet squishing in soft creamy poop in my brand new tan-colored high heels, and I was loving it! I grabbed Tasha, who had finally stopped berating me, and marched her back to the grassy spot we lay on before, sprawled out on it, and pulled her down on top of me.

"Hold me for a minute, please, just for a minute," I begged her. "I'm going to come any second now." I pulled her thigh into my cunt and rubbed against it, the friction sending waves of pleasure through me. She sucked my nipples and replaced her thigh with her hand, and using her fingers, brought me off with a whimper. I quivered for several seconds, lost in my rapture.

"Whoa, girl," Tasha laughed. "Those shoes are magical, like Dorothy's in

The Wizard of Oz

! Maybe I should try them on."

"You want to? You'd love it."

She kissed me and said, "Some other time. I'm getting nervous that we've long overstayed our time here." There was nothing we could do about all the shit on our bodies, so we just put our dresses back on. We got in the car after we stretched a blanket I had across the seats to protect them and were on our way again. We couldn't stop talking about how thrilling our little escapade had been and how wonderful we felt under our clothes. Best of all, as we chatted away happily we each held one of my shoes and licked them like they were ice cream cones and scooped out little handfuls of poop to spread on our faces and arms. What a lovely drive home that was!

"Just don't drive over the speed limit," Tasha warned me. "Getting pulled over would not be a good thing right now."