Aroma Lust Breathe It In

Peggy is a generous host. Okay with letting me nod out when she was not receiving her fair share of sexual satisfaction. The last thing that I remember her saying was we saddle up tomorrow to spend the day outdoors.

Rosy fingered dawn had Peggy busy in the barn, taking care of the horses. I was up early too. She had the coffee on, flapjacks and maple syrup was the fare. Had a good night's rest.

Peggy requested that she be the pleasure master today. That we would be kinky in the extreme. I owed her that. Outdoor fetish excess is the way she put it. Requesting that I wear a pair of the tight satiny undies that she gave me. Peggy wanted me to shit in the panties and keep the load marinating during the day. I demurred. I had once had had a bad case of candida and did not want to tempt a recurrence. We compromised. I would crap in her portable toilet, so as not to dispose of my pungent waste. I did not wipe at all. My skid marks would be satisfactorily stinky. The tight undies make our asses sweat. Such a sweet erotic aroma when mixed with excrement.

As we went to the barn the smell of horseshit was stimulating. Peggy had to unlock a door that led to an alley where two saddles were mounted. She told me to smell my saddle. It had the rhino bed scent and something more. She had also used her own feces to cure the saddle. I could have masturbated right there but we had a full day ahead.

Flannelled up with chaps and tight jeans we were cowgirls ready to ride. Peggy had saddled my horse with a pommel that had been cured the same way as her saddle. In the open air it was not as pungent as the bed. I leaned over to sniff. It was horseshit cured with a mix of her shit added.

As we closed the corral and loped off Peggy looked stunning. Her cowgirl look with her thick head of auburn, curly locks and a touch of gray. My stereotype of an academic, on the paunchy side, did not comport with her vitality in the saddle.

I wondered about the scent of my saddle arousing curious riding companions. Peggy said she only used that saddle when she rode alone. Once she unexpectedly encountered a neighbor and she stayed downwind.

It was a lovely day. I am an adequate rider, I am a Badger after all. The odor from my saddle did make me horny. This is Peggy's pleasure day.

The meadows, the Autumn forests with their ridges and streams are a feast for the eyes. The birdsong a feast for the ears as well as the high pitched hawks far above. Depending on the terrain, we loped or trotted, a few gallops in open country. The slow rise in the altitude allowed us to look back on the magnificent valley we had just crossed. What a day. I asked Peggy if she had any pot with her. She replied that she never mixed riding with getting intoxicated. She was the caretaker for the horses. That made sense. Too bad!

We slowly descended and were in a deep forest. Margaret said she was taking me to her outdoor hideaway. I asked her if this is where Hansel and Gretel lived. This would be the start of her pleasure day.

We dismounted and secured the horses to trees. Peggy led the way. Peggy was giving off a powerful fecal scent. My olfactory passion was enhanced by the outdoors and Peggy's aroma. Deep brush and a narrow foot trail led us to Peggy's outdoor lair. It is an 8 by 10 screened enclosure with an old fashioned round parachute for the roof. In the center there is a picnic sized table. At one end the table has a concave V cut into it. The surface is well padded. Peggy laid atop the table and said she had a new stinky pleasure for both of us. She asked me to remove her right boot. It took a few tugs. Nylon stockings were underneath. A pungent, rancid odor, emanated from her foot. Breathe in the aroma, it is delightful in its stench she said. I removed the nylon and sniffed each toe one at a time. Peggy has long, elegant toes. My ample nostrils were able to fit each digit as to engulf the entire toenail. By licking each toe the scent was amplified.

This was a pleasant variation from fecal lust. My pointed nose probed her toes and my lips and tongue suckled her entire foot.

Though it was on the cooler side this afternoon, Peggy was in an orgasmic sweat. Aroused by foot fetish performance. Having unzipped her jeans she was masturbating and sniffing her feces coated fingers. She insisted that this would be her pleasure day. I removed her other boot and began to smell her toes. The rancid aroma is erotic but what I crave is the fragrance of female feces. I mentioned that and she responded sympathetically by offering to smear her shit in my nose. She asked if I could first suck on her. I pulled her jeans down to get in position. My nose is narrow, long and pointed. I hoped that Peggy would enjoy my probing as much as I would relish the moist fragrant clitoris, mixed with my seasoned nostrils. Tongue and nose took turns. Peggy rocked gently and laid her hands upon me. She complimented my probing with a slight, circular pressure. We were in this pleasure embrace for several minutes as her spasms of orgasm came upon her, followed by relaxation.

She offered her shit coated palm to be spread on her toes. Peggy still had more erotic juices in her. I sniffed and smeared. I ingested more feces as I thoroughly licked each toe. My normal reticence to eat shit was gone. My breath was fetid.

A hint of Autumn broke our reverie. A brisk, cool breeze prompted Peggy to pull her pants back up. It was time to tidy up and head back to the barn. We cantered our way to the ranch before daylight was swallowed up.

I helped Peggy in taking care of the horses and putting away the gear. Those saddles require some effort. As we secured the saddles Peggy embraced me and kissed me full on the mouth. The romantic passion capped and complimented our fetish relationship. To satisfy another appetite, hunger, we had decided that raucous barbeque in town would be perfect.

As we were venturing out to satisfy a common hunger for food we had to shed our fecal scent. Hot showers and clothes whose smell would pass any scrutiny. Peggy said it was boisterous and popular. The ribs fell off of the bone and the brews were smooth and plentiful. Peggy's friends showed up at the next table and she introduced me around. A diverse company. Out of a half dozen in the party, it was a mix of gay and straight gals.

The conversation was getting a little loud, amplified by the flowing glasses. Of which I had my share. It loosened my tongue and a few brain cells. As we passed around some crackers and gouda I mentioned the nice aroma of the cheese as fetish lite. Peggy interjected immediately to steer the subject to the more seasonal fetish Of the Day of the Dead and its tamer version, Halloween. I was treading on unsafe ground. Obviously Peggy's fecal proclivities are not shared by her neighbors. I gave her a knowing glance that was returned. A nice, friendly group. Not a party to breathe in the exalted scent of shit. Too bad!! I enjoyed their company nonetheless.

Prior to our departure I needed to tap a kidney. As I am want to do several times a day I took my fragrancy temperature. Vagina and anal sweat had a very pungent odor. I took several deep sniffs. I get so horny. And the thought of continuing to pleasure Peggy as we pursue fecal delights made me anxious to return to the house of excrement.

Sex on the Rhino bed is what she had in mind. We both consumed two joints that she had rolled. They were primo buds and it gave me quite a buzz and made me so much more horny. We stripped and then donned clean, white cotton undies.

Inserting the Rhino horn into her cunt after lowering the front of the panties she was gently grinding. She asked if I could connect pulleys to the wall so that they could then be attached to her upper thighs.

Fucking the Rhino horn was to get Peggy in the mood. It did. I was there to accommodate her. My next task was to apply warmed feces on her. She had stored them at 98 degrees to simulate the body. She knows that fecal bacteria is the holy grail of our passion. There was a few days of her bowel movement in a ceramic bowl. She wanted me to smear my face, with which I eagerly applied. Her shit smells so earthy and rich. Always the right toothpaste consistency. Breathing deeply, I am giddy.

After securing the pulley harness she told me to fetch a pair of undies that were in a dresser drawer. They were totally stiff with dried piss and smelled great. Peggy placed them on her face like a mask.

She wanted to be shit smeared from bottom to top. I smeared and licked her toes. Next was the inner thighs. I massaged them with my nose, the aroma is intoxicating. Her clitoris was my lunch break. Nibbling and licking in a gentle fashion. The areola was amply smeared and was firm. The nipples were erect. I licked them clean. Peggy is not even slightly ticklish. I smoothed some feces in her armpits and probed with my nose. Once I was laying on top of her I was able to concentrate on her face. Licking her ears made her buck with pleasure. Without rushing, my fingers scooped up the remaining feces and applied it to her nostrils and lips. My fingers coaxed open her mouth as I rubbed shit on her compliant tongue. I coated my tongue. We exchanged kisses. More affectionate than before, breathing shared shit was morphing into desire for each other.