Me Myself And Teri Pt 02

The next day, a Saturday, I did a little grocery shopping and on my way back to my apartment ran into my neighbor for the first time. We met at the door leading up the stairs to our apartments above the stores. Her place, it turned out, was right next to mine. She told me her name was Teri and that she'd just moved in the weekend before. Seeing I was juggling two grocery bags, she grabbed one and told me she'd help bring it up to my apartment. I panicked for a second, trying to remember the condition of my place after my solo scat session the night before. I knew I had cleaned up pretty thoroughly, but wondered if all the smell had dissipated. For the first time I wished I had restricted my activity to the bathtub and not the couch, but it was too late now.

I unlocked my door and we walked into the living room. I immediately began sniffing as unobtrusively as I could, thankfully not detecting anything. I'm so used to that smell, however, and find it not the least bit offensive, I often can't even notice it. The kitchen is off to the left, and we went there to put the grocery bags on the counter. I tried desperately to think of a way to keep her in the kitchen, but before I could come up with anything she had walked into the living room. Other than a desk chair, my leather sofa was the only piece of furniture I had to sit on. She didn't sit right away, but stood in front of a little bookcase I have behind my desk perusing the titles. I opened the sliding door leading out to a balcony, which I kicked myself for not leaving open before I left earlier.

Finally she sat, choosing one end of the couch to place her, now that I found time to notice, cute, well-trimmed ass in. "Would you like something to drink," I asked. "Water? Coke? A beer?"

She opted for a beer and I got one for each of us. With her sitting at one end of the couch, I sat at the other end so we could share the coffee table. I took a sharp glance at the empty space between us, which was where I had spent most of my time engaging in my solo scat session the night before, but all looked to be clean and in order.

"I guess all these apartments have the same layout," Teri said. "Mine looks exactly the same. I like your furnishings, though. This leather couch is really nice."

"Thanks," I replied. "I got it at a clearance sale."

"Are you into leather?"

"No. I like it, but I'm not obsessed with it or anything."

"It's convenient, though, isn't it. Easy to clean." She looked at me and smiled, like we were sharing a secret. That struck me as a bit odd, but we were talking about other things before I could think much about it.

We chatted very easily for the next half hour, facing each other with our bare feet tucked under us, getting to know each other. She was in her late twenties like me; was of medium height, also like me; and had dark-brown hair and light brown eyes, both neither like me, where I'm a blonde with greenish eyes. She worked for a computing cloud company and before moving here shared a place with two other women, college grad students who eventually finished their degrees and found jobs in other cities.

"The three of us became lovers pretty quickly," Teri said, "though I always felt a little like the odd girl out since I was a bit older and worked already. But we got along splendidly, and we were fantastic in bed together. Oops, am I spilling too many beans with that?"

"No," I said chuckling. "If you don't mind telling, I don't mind listening."

"What about you, Jenna" she asked. "Do you have anything to tell?"

"You mean anything like that? No, no lovers right now, boy or girl."

Teri looked at me and smiled. "So you're interested in both?"

"I suppose so," I admitted, "but mostly girl." I surprised myself hearing that come out of my mouth. There are some colleagues I've worked with for years I've never said that to, and here I just blurted it out to Teri, someone I just met 15 minutes earlier.

We conversed some more about this and that, but often circling back to past experiences with various lovers. Again I was surprised, pleasantly so, how easy it was discussing such things with her. Finally, she reached her hand across to me so I would hold it, which I gladly did. "If you're not doing anything tonight," she suggested, "how about the two of us grab something to eat and go to The Fandango. Ever been there?"

"The dance club? Sure, a few times."

"Well, I haven't yet, being new here, but I've heard of it. What do you say?"

I agreed it would be a great idea. At the same time, still grasping her hand, I slid across the couch until I was right next to her. We continued talking about different things, never letting go of our hands, until finally we just gazed at each other and kissed. It was a sweet kiss, warm and tender. I reached my arm around her shoulder and leaned into her for a deeper one, but she stopped me.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" she said with a laugh. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to be a spoil sport now because I have a hair appointment at Theresa's Salon in twenty minutes. I'm really sorry. I liked the way this was going."

"Me, too," I agreed. "Maybe tonight we can continue what we started."

"I'd like that." We stood and gave each other another kiss and added a hug this time. "Come over around 8:00, okay?" she said.

"Fine," I said. Then I added kiddingly, "Will I still recognize you after your hair appointment?"

"I don't know," she joked back, "The pink and purple streaks might throw you."

"Okay," I returned. "I'll wear the gypsy dress and tie-dye bandana my mother had from her hippie days."

"Perfect!" she laughed. "We'll make a great pair!" We hugged again and she left.

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At exactly 8:00 I knocked on her apartment door, having left my place ten seconds earlier.

"You're late," were the first words out of her mouth as she invited me in, all the while smiling. "Was there traffic?"

"Yeah, so much traffic. Then I couldn't find a parking space." We cracked up laughing and she threw her arms around me for a kiss. It lasted several seconds and included some heavy tongue-dancing.

"Where are the pink and purple streaks in your hair I was expecting?" I asked facetiously when we finally broke apart.

"Where's that gypsy dress you said you'd wear?" she replied.

"It wasn't in my closet," I chuckled. "I guess my mother must still have it."

We hugged again before getting down to business regarding where to eat. We decided on a nice little café I knew about. After we ate we drove to The Fandango and spent a couple of hours drinking and dancing and having a grand old time. Towards the end we were spending more time holding and kissing each other than dancing and decided it was time to head home.

"Your place or mine?" I asked as we walked with our arms around each other to the car, our shoes dangling from the fingers of our other hand. I was feeling a little bit tipsy, but not so much that I would be a danger behind the wheel; Teri, on the other hand, was close to being sloshed.

"Let's make it yours, it's so much closer," Teri answered, leaning provocatively into me.

"Yeah, by about twenty feet. Okay, mine it is."

"Besides," Teri continued, putting her lips to my cheek for a stolen kiss. "I'm dying to find out if it smells as wonderful as it did earlier."

I stopped walking dead in my tracks. "What?" I blurted.

Weaving slightly after I came to a sudden halt, Teri said nonchalantly, slurring her words slightly, "The smell, that heavenly shit smell. Nothing too blatant, just mildly seductive. I thought I could also smell a teeny-tiny bit on your hair when we kissed. Oh, so lovely. I love that smell, it can really turn me on." She paused for a second and then added, "But I couldn't smell it any more when we were dancing. Too bad."

"Whaaat?" I grunted again, totally confused and shaken. She could smell shit in my hair? I had showered again after Teri left, but not because of that. "Fuck, Teri, You're drunk. Do you know what you're saying?"

Totally disregarding my words, she continued, "You said you're not seeing anyone now, so did you have a solo session? I love doing them, too, though with someone else is so much better."

"Whaaat!" I spurted for the third time, now truly not knowing what to think. I couldn't help feeling defensive and completely thrown off guard, but at the same time what she was revealing about herself was getting all mixed up with it. She loves doing them, too?

"If you say 'what' one more time, Jenna, I'm going to give you the name of a hearing specialist I know."

"It's just, fuck, Teri, I don't know what to say! I'm shocked! Not to say a little embarrassed as well."

"Well, forget about feeling embarrassed, okay? Absolutely no fucking need for that. Shocked, however..." and she leaned her body into me again woozily and murmured sexily, "Shocked enough to need to shit your panties?"

The impulse to yell "What!" again almost overtook me, but instead I turned to face her, grabbed her arms, and exclaimed in disbelief, "Oh my God, Teri, are you telling me what I think you are?"

"I don't know. What do you think I'm telling you?"

"That you love scat..."

Here she interrupted me and finished my sentence, "And love to play with and be covered in shit? Hmm, let me think. Yep, that sounds about right."

I gave out a screech that may have had anyone who overheard me whipping out their phones and dialing 9-1-1 if anybody had been around. "I don't fucking believe this!" I shouted. "You're a fucking scat-loving dirty bitch, too!"

She snapped her head back in mock surprise. "Thank you, Jenna, such flattery is music to my ears," she laughed drunkenly. And then she slurred, "Shh, not so loud. Everyone will be staring at us wanting to banish us from the community, like that Hester what's-her-name, and we'll have to wear scarlet S's."

"Fuck that!" I bellowed again. "I'm too excited to worry about that! Why didn't you say something earlier?"

"I wanted to learn a little about you first. I didn't want to make the wrong assumption and blow it before we even got started. I promised myself I wouldn't bring it up until we were at least in bed together, but here I am, breaking my own promise. I blame it on all the drinks we had."

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You

had, you mean!" I insisted, laughing. "Come on, you, I can't wait to get you home with me! My neighbor who lives right next door to me a fucking shit-loving scat queen! You really are, I hope, and not just bullshitting me. What a fucking stroke of amazing luck this is!" I knew I must be sounding like a raving lunatic by then, but I couldn't help it.

I drove to our apartment as quickly as I could, the two of us chattering all the way like schoolgirls, granted, one a rather soused schoolgirl, caressing each other when we could. I told her about my solo session on the couch, which Teri kept begging me to go into in more juicy detail.

We got into my apartment, but we didn't make a beeline to the bedroom. Instead, Teri made a big deal about trying to detect more aromatic evidence of my dirty deed, going all over the apartment sniffing like a bloodhound.

"All gone," she said. "That's too bad."

"I'm sure we'll make more, won't we?" I hinted. "Really smell the place up." She finally was standing still enough that I could give her a hug and a big kiss. She took my hand and walked us over to the couch. She sat and pulled me onto her lap. I straddled her pussy with my legs and leaned my chest into her to kiss her deeply. We kissed passionately, our tongues darting back and forth into each other's mouth. Then we helped each other take our dresses off, and sat back down again in just our underwear.

We kissed again and ran our hands up and down each other's arms and to our breasts. I pressed my tits against hers and nibbled on her ear before moving to her neck.

Gazing over my shoulder, Teri suddenly said, "I see that big screen is hooked up to your computer."

"I like to sit here sometimes and watch stuff, usually my favorite scat videos," I told her as I licked her just beneath her jawbone. "The larger the images the better."

"Show me some and we can compare what we like best." The cliche occurred to me that Teri was not in a sprint but a marathon and wanted to make the most of our time together, really get to know each other. No hurry, just prolong the enjoyment to the limit. And that was fine by me. I got up to turn the computer on and set up my favorite sites. When I returned to the couch I sat close next to her, pulling her into my arms to embrace her.

We watched quite a few, most lasting under ten minutes and many only half that length. We were silent at first, but gradually began discussing what we liked best, or didn't like, about them. "I can see you like women scatting together, you like when they shit in their mouths, and spreading it all over each other is key," Teri summarized at one point. "Am I right?"

"Yes," I admitted. "That about sums it up. Smearing is my favorite, the feel of it on my skin, my tits and face, and all over my ass -- the contrast between it feeling so exquisite and it being so vile and disgusting in my mind makes me wild. It's unbelievable how powerful it makes me come." I combed my fingers through her brown hair before continuing, "How about you? Do you prefer that, too, or something else? Are you an eater?"

"I've eaten it sometimes, but it tends to make me puke afterwards."

"I'm not into puke," I said, touching her hair again. "Sorry."

She didn't respond to that, but instead asked, "Do you want to stay here on the couch and get messy? Do you have anything to put over it?"

I smiled and replied, "Sure. What self-respecting scat lover doesn't have drop cloths at her finger tips, ready to employ at a moment's notice?"

"Perfect. Grab some towels, too, so we can pee on each other and sop up the excess." I went to the kitchen feeling overcome with joy and excitement for what was unfolding, and retrieved two plastic cloths from the package I had, and then two towels from the linen closet. One sheet covered the couch perfectly like the night before, and the other we stretched out on the floor in front of it in case we decided we needed more room. We snuggled together, still in our underwear, and kissed for several minutes.

Rolling on my back with Teri on top of me, I said, "You wondered before if I might shit my panties -- remember? Do you still want me to do that?"

Teri's eyes grew slightly bigger and she said, "Yeah, Jenna. I'd love that. I was hoping you would, it's one of the reasons I suggested we do this on the couch. You can put your leg up on the back of it here and really stretch that ass out. I'll have lots of room to get my face into those messy panties."

"Okay," I chuckled. "Fuck, this is going to be so much fun! Let's get out of these bras, though. You leave your panties on, too." We removed our bras and threw them on the floor. We hugged again and sucked and fondled each other's tits. We were quite similar in size (medium) and our nipples were alike, also, each like a pencil eraser. I rearranged myself on my knees on the couch, my arms on the armrest, one leg ready to go across the top of the backrest when it was time to defecate.

Teri knelt behind me and was soon caressing my ass, kissing my cheeks. She pushed aside the fabric exposing my asshole and licked me there, getting it all wet and slippery. Her tongue tip penetrated my sphincter and journeyed inside me a few inches. It felt wonderful, her pliant appendage swimming inside my shit chute. Then she removed her tongue and replaced it with a finger, pushing it in deep to the knuckles and twisting it about. That felt even more wonderful and was stimulating my need to shit.

"You'd better straighten my panties, Teri," I announced. "It'll be any second now. Unless you changed your mind and want me to do it in your mouth." That was being pretty forward, I thought, but it really got my blood racing. We both had acknowledged liking shit in our mouths, the extreme nastiness of it making it so thrilling, while watching the videos, but actually asking her while her mouth was right against my asshole had my insides doing somersaults.

"Decisions, decisions," she joked. "No, fill up those panties, you can shit in my mouth next time." Yes! I thought, that was exactly what I wanted to hear! I placed my leg on the back of the leather couch, which spread my ass cheeks open wider, making me feel I had less control of what was happening in there. It was as if my anal ring just flew open and my shit began flowing out. It settled in the seat of my blue bikini panties with a plop and just kept growing. That first log must have been a foot long, and the weight of it I thought may yank my panties down to my knees. But they held, and were even able to accept two more turds, though not nearly as big.

"That's beautiful, baby," I heard Teri say. "It smells fantastic. Much better than before -- ten times stronger, thus ten times better. I'm going to start playing with it unless you have something special in mind."

"No," I moaned. "Play all you want. Just keep spreading it on me, all over you, too. I'll turn around in a little bit." She pushed the pile of shit in my panties back onto my ass, swishing it around through the fabric. I could feel globs fall out the legs, but mostly I could feel her hands smearing the poop over my ass and down my thighs, even onto my back. So smooth and creamy. I reached my hand in through the elastic waistband and mushed the shit in my fingers. My hand soon joined Teri's in swirling the glop over my skin. I couldn't see but I imagined the back of my panties were no longer blue, but dark, dark brown.

Then I felt them being pulled down and I lowered my leg so Teri could get them down farther. She scooped up a handful of poop from them and placed it on my back so she could take them off me completely, and then raised my leg back on the backrest. She took part of the pile from my back and smeared it all over my ass and into my crease to my shithole. Then she spread my cheeks and I felt her face plow through my crack, her tongue digging into my dirt. More wonderful sensations rocketed through me.

When I turned around and looked at her, her face was covered in shit from just below her eyes to her chin.

"You look like a guy with a well-cropped beard -- it's so sexy!" I uttered. "Except for what's on your nose. Let me lick it off." I proceeded to lick all over her nose coating my tongue in brown fudge. She was holding my shit-destroyed panties and began rubbing them on her tits and neck. She smiled at me and ran her tongue all around her lips, like a kid licking off the last remnants of a chocolate treat. Not being able to resist, I threw myself on her and kissed her lips and then all around her face. A silly streak overtook us and we were now slathering each other with handfuls of shit, laughing and kissing. Our tits and bellies and arms were soon plastered with creamy poop.

But Teri still had her panties on, and they were way too clean for my liking. I pinned her against the back of the couch while she was on her side and plastered a handful of shit between her legs and all over the front of her rose-colored bikinis. They were quickly very brown. I then thrust my hand into them on her shaved pussy and buried it with the remnants of shit I held. She squirmed at my touch, pushing against my hand, and soon I could feel her own hand holding mine and helping me rub herself with it. Her moans became louder as the pressure she exerted on my hand became stronger, and I felt her spasm briefly as her face collapsed onto my tits.

It was a bit of a struggle, but we finally got her panties off. We lay down close together again and put both our heavily soiled garments to good use, wiping them on each other's face and sucking them. With our lips and tongues blackened and glistening, we kissed deeply, a feeling of ecstasy overwhelming me, and from the look of things, Teri as well.