Planning a Visit to France
Pam and Anne were in Pam's bed having a very special cuddle, as they did two or three times a week. In fact the were in the 69 position licking each other's clits and fingering each other's arseholes. They were seeing how many fingers they could get in each other. Anne could easily get two into Pam and working up to getting three. Anne could easily take four - she had been a minor porn star when she was a bit younger and did a lot of anal and usually did anal with her blokes outside porn - though she hadn't had a bloke in a while.
They did enjoy the sexual stuff they did and they both had a taste for the mucky but they were actually getting quite fond of each other. They both came almost simultaneously and it really felt great.
"I can feel a nugget in there," said Anne.
"And I can feel one too!"
They knew what to do. The turd in Pam's arse was nice and firm and as Pam pushed down Anne was able to get her fingers above it and hook it out. At the same time Anne's much larger turd was descending through the anal canal and Pam pulled her fingers out and cupped her hands ready to catch the falling poop. It was pretty firm too and as soon as it was out Pam told Anne that she had an idea. Often Anne would want Pam to push her turd insider her arse but not at that moment.
Anne climbed off Pam and lay beside her where Pam was lying on her back with Anne's turd between her fairly small breasts. Anne placed Pam's, somewhat smaller, turd next to it. They were different colours - Pam's being firmer and darker. Anne climbed on top of Pam again, this time face to face and was going to press herself against Pam's body, squeezing the shit between Anne's ample breasts and Pam's smaller ones when Pam stopped her. So she arched herself forward to kiss Pam on the lips, but, taking her weight on her arms, she avoided crushing the poop.
'Let me get up and put this stuff somewhere for a moment and then I'll come back to bed," said Pam.
Pam got out of bed and Anne admired her body's rear view. Pam went to the gym quite frequently and she had one of those firm, somewhat athletic, bodies that sporty people have although, apart from going to the gym, she wasn't at all sporty really. Anne particularly liked her firm muscular, slightly androgenous, arse which right now was soiled between the buttocks, though you really would not have known it.
Pam went into the kitchen diner area of the maisonette where she had her photographic and art equipment. She saw a plate that had had some fruit on it but was now empty and she put the two turds on that. She went into the bathroom where she had a pee and washed her hands and then she went into the kitchen to make coffee for Anne and herself.
Pam came back into the bedroom with the coffee plus a couple of croissants and got back into bed with Anne.
"We need to talk about the French trip," said Pam. They were going to a resort on the Mediterranean coast of France which was clothing optional and very well known. Neither had been there before but had both wanted to go. Originally they were going to fly down or possibly take the Eurostar and the TGV but Pam was now thinking of driving.
"You know that I had the idea to drive," said Pam, "well, I now have an idea how we could do it in a couple of stages." Anne had expressed an unwillingness to drive the whole way.
"OK," said Anne.
"Well, I've been doing some research on the internet."
"As you do," interjected Anne.
"And I have found a place where we could stop. It's basically a swinger/fetish/nudist place about fifty miles north of Lyon. It's new and has a lot of facilities. I thought that we could stay there a couple of nights on the way down and one night on the way back. You do know that on the way down we will just have Laura with us as Alan is working?"
"Yes, I did know that," said Anne. "What makes you think that Laura would be OK with a kinky place. Naturist, yes, but swinger/fetish? What kind of fetishes?"
"Well, apart from a well regarded restaurant - and food is a fetish, especially in France - it actually has a BDSM dungeon and, wait for it, a scat room."
"I'm not into pain and bondage," said Anne.
"Neither am I," said Pam. "But the scat room seems interesting. The whole place has recently been purpose built, apparently, and the scat room is built like a wet room and it also has a shower area that will take up to four people at a time. All the surfaces are washable - the furniture has a soft plastic cover. There is ventilation and the air changes about every ten minutes and there are several points around the room where they have installed electric perfume dispensers. The shower is between the door to the main part of the resort and the scat room itself. You have to reserve it, for a price, and they have staff to clean it in between groups using it. It does say that you are expected to dispose of most of the poop in the toilet that is adjacent to the room."
"It sounds great for us but I'll repeat - what makes you think Laura would be OK with it?" enquired Anne.
"I don't know, of course, but she could always fly down to Marseilles, which is what Alan is doing later in the week, and we could find somewhere else on the way back to break our journey. We could just say it's a naturist place though."
"We couldn't do that," said Anne, "it doesn't sound at all like a naturist place - they don't have dungeons and scat rooms!"
"We'll have to ask her. She is a dark horse, remember. She might be into the dungeon rather than the scat room!"
"I do think we have to give Laura another option if she doesn't fancy this place. I presume that you haven't booked anything yet?" asked Anne.
"No, not yet. We really need to book our ferry or channel shuttle tickets first and also our accommodation in the resort first. I wanted to talk to you and then to Laura and Alan."
"Laura is leaving to go back to her Dad's today. She was very fortunate to get another respite booking for him in the care home as soon as three weeks and even luckier that he was OK with that."
"Come here and let's have a cuddle you gorgeous lady," said Pam.
They cuddled and kissed passionately. They took turns in exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. They took turns at licking each others nipples.
"Roll on your front Pam, I want to see that lovely arse of yours."
Pam rolled on her front and and Anne gently pushed her legs apart. Pam complied. Anne got on her knees between Pam's legs with her own, dirty, arse in the air. What a picture that would make! She parted Pam's tight buttocks and put her face between them and started licking around her arsehole and then the sphincter itself playing with her skin tag with her tongue before gripping it gently between her teeth. She savoured the taste of Pam's shit.
"Be careful what you do with that tag, don't bite it off!" said Pam.
Anne lifted her head to reply. "You do want rid of it, don't you?"
"But not by you biting it off," said Anne, "besides, it means that I have a unique and distinguished arsehole that can be picked out in a crowd!"
"Did you mean to say that you are a unique and distinguished arsehole!" joked Anne. At which she buried herself between Pam's buttocks licking Pam's anus and then lifting her head again she instructed Pam to, "Push down!"
As Pam pushed down the sphincter opened and she let out a little fart. As the sphincter relaxed Anne inserted her tongue. Pam continued to push and Anne could feel and taste another turd.
"There's something ready to come," said Anne, "try pushing it out."
"It's going to get my arse dirty again after you licked it so clean," said Pam.
"I'll have to lick it clean again - or leave you mucky you dirty bitch," she said with a chuckle in her voice.
Pam continued pushing and a firm dark brown turd appeared at the opening. Anne opened her mouth wide and clamped very gently on it with her teeth. Soon it was delivered and initially Anne wasn't sure what to do with it. She'd never had a whole turd in her mouth before. She tried to say, "turn over," to Pam but it came out like a bad ventriloquist. But Pam understood and turned over on her back and burst out laughing.
"You look pretty daft with that sticking out of your mouth, " said Pam. She grabbed her phone on the side of the bed and before Anne could stop her she had taken a photo.
Anne grabbed the turd in her fingers as you would hold a cigar and did cigar smoking gestures. Then she licked the end of it. " I want to draw on you," she said, " but first you need some brown lipstick, do a pout."