It wasn't long after our first scatting adventure and my trip to Milwaukee that Hilda and I moved in together. Veronica, Hilda's roommate, was spending more and more time with her ailing father while Hilda was spending more nights with me at my condo, so giving up their apartment seemed the reasonable thing to do. It was a mild late-autumn day when I helped her move her things to my place. I remember assisting her with her clothes, and joking with her when I saw her arranging her panties in one of her bureau drawers that there was no need for her to take up space with those items and ought to just throw them all away.
"You don't like my panties?" she asked, holding them up for me to examine one after the other. "They look sexy, don't they?" She smiled devilishly for a moment and then added, "I almost forgot the ones I'm wearing now. Care to see?" She was wearing gray denim slacks and unbuttoned them, pulling them down to her knees. "These panties are one of my favorites," she said, turning around so I could inspect them and how they hugged her backside; they were coral-colored silky bikinis and looked beautiful on her slim, athletic body.
After giving me an eyeful, she continued to take her slacks off over her bare feet and told me to follow her into the bathroom. On the way she removed her pull-over blouse and then her bra, but left the panties on. She told me to sit on the toilet seat and then commenced doing a very erotic dance in front of me, which all the while emphasized her panties, especially the way they molded her ass. She pulled them down a few times to her mid-thighs, wiggling her bare ass in my face, but refusing to let me touch or kiss her there.
"Uh, uh," she warned, "Just looking allowed." She continued her dance, touching herself all along her ass crevice and pussy. Finally, she pulled her panties deep into herself before loosening them somewhat and crouched down on her haunches, her back to me. She suddenly strained a bit and the bottom of her panties ballooned out, and the smell of her shit began to fill the bathroom.
"How could I ever do this if I threw all my panties away?" Hilda inquired. She placed a hand on the bulging fabric, admiring the extent and weight of the poop inside of it. She yanked her panties up into her ass, and it was obvious she loved the feel of it as her shit squished against her skin.
"You could just skip this part and shit right on me," I answered. "Anywhere you'd like on me."
"Yes, I could do that, in fact, love doing that," she said, "but this just adds to the excitement, don't you think?"
"Right, as usual," I said. "I love it." Then making a move to stand up, I added, "Let me join you."
"Nope, not yet, stay right where you are. Just watch." She put her hand inside the seat of her panties and moaned softly as it became buried in her mess. Some of it was leaking out the side onto the tiled floor, but the rest she was smearing across her ass. She stopped briefly and pulled the panties down and off her legs. They were packed full of her shit, which she scooped out into a big pile in her hand. Now that her ass was sufficiently smeared, she turned around to face me. She knelt up straight and moved her hand to her breasts and began spreading the pile of poop she held onto them. As always, the sensation of feeling the creamy shit massaged into her skin brought a tremendous sigh of pleasure, and she tilted her face toward the ceiling and closed her eyes.
It was then I made my move. When I realized she was going to keep her eyes closed, I pulled the T-shirt I was wearing over my head. I still had my jeans on, was going to remove them, but decided not to risk spoiling things by trying to take them off. I knelt in front of her and put my hands on her breasts, which were now thoroughly smeared in poop, and began kneading them.
The touch of my hands on her tits caused her to open her eyes and look at me, and she said, "It took you long enough. I thought I was going to fall asleep there for a minute."
"Fucking bitch," I said through my teeth, shaking my head and smiling.
"If you're going to call me dirty names, you deserve this," she replied and proceeded to wipe her filthy hands across my lips and most of my face. I laughed and pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips, which caused her to squeal in mock-protest. I then took my hand and wiped it all over her face, blackening it.
"Open," I ordered, and obediently she opened her mouth so I could rake my fingers across her tongue, after which I buried my tongue in her mouth for a tremendous shit-kiss. We kissed for a long time, tonguing the shit in our mouths back and forth to each other. These actions produced a mighty surge of sexual energy through me, and I got up onto my knees straddling her body. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, Hilda's fingers tweaking my nipples at the same time. I pulled my cock out from the top of my boxers and leaned forward, rubbing it in her face. Then I got off her and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the shit-slicked floor onto a good-sized shaggy-type bathroom rug I had near the tub, a softer surface on which to achieve what I had in mind. I had no intention of hurting her, in fact she slid across the floor easily, aided by her own feet and by grabbing my arm, but my passions were soaring, and I wanted to take command decidedly.
When she was on her back on the rug, I let go of her hair and slid my jeans and boxers off. Before I could finish, she began taunting me, "What's next, you! Going to shit on me now? Add your shit to mine all over my body? Yeah, I hope so, I hope that's just what you have planned in that depraved wonderful mind of yours!"
