Exploring the World of Anal Play: Part 2
A couple of weeks had passed, and I was soaking in my bathtub, most of my body covered in my own feces. I had hoped Tasha would join me, but she had to cancel at the last minute. So, I decided to enjoy a solo session, indulging in my favorite fetish. Tasha and I had played together in this tub and on the floor by using an old shower curtain. I had tried to get Dr. Cramer to join us as well, but we hadn't been successful. It seemed like he was trying to avoid me, but I couldn't understand why. I would let him do anything he desired to me, including peeing on me, defecating on me and even inside my mouth--I would happily accept every inch of his filth. I told him all this openly.
One day, I made my way down to the office after he had arrived, but before Tasha did. I smeared my own feces on my lips, trying to make it resemble a dark brown shade of lip gloss. It took a long time because I had to keep licking it off and starting all over again. At last, I just placed a big piece in my mouth till I was done with it. I thought this beauty trick would surely pique his curiosity and excitement.
I headed down to the office and found Dr. Cramer, sipping on some coffee beside his desk. I stayed close to him, smiling and greeting him. He glanced at my lips the entire time until he finally replied, "Is that what I think it is on your lips?"
Anger vanished; I simply answered, "Do you like it, Dr. Cramer? I put it on especially for you." Although others might perceive such a statement as an insult, comparing him to feces, you, dear reader, are one of those who would comprehend it exactly how it was intended. And so did he. He instantly converted this moment into a kiss, sucking my lips into his mouth, licking them with his tongue until all the feces were gone. This encounter was far more satisfying! I asked Dr. Cramer whether we could share the remaining feces upstairs, but he politely declined, saying he had to leave for the hospital. Ooh, will my wishes ever be fulfilled with this man?
Because Tasha, Dr. Cramer's fellow nurse (in case you forgot), was supposed to participate this time, I had prepped some feces for us both. Needless to say, I ended up with a lot more feces than usual since this session was only for me now. There was an ample coating from my neck to my knees, all over my ass, and even inside it. It felt silky smooth, and I couldn't resist rubbing it all over my face and hair. I had to use my imagination first, and then I began the rubbing process. I slowly moved my hands all over my body at first, and then went at it with fervor, using both hands and finally consuming some more. I applied the feces to my vagina, exactly on my so-called "God Spot" where I usually lose control of myself and moan "Oh, my God!" multiple times right before I climax.
Tasha was the first person I shared an act of scatting with, other than myself. It happened just a few days after the toilet incident I had mentioned in my previous story. With limited time, Dr. Cramer had promised Tasha an evening of scatting plans. Sadly, by 5 pm, the office had been locked and vacant. A few days later, Tasha agreed to visit my apartment late in the evening. While we indulged in takeout, I enquired if they had scatted that night, and her answer was yes.
"We went to his house," Tasha explained. He lives on a farm in the countryside with his wife Alexa, a vet, and his adopted brother Ches."
"Really?" I said. "What happened?" she replied.
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- My grandmother crossed my legs and pulled up the covers.
- The deputy climbed into the tub of water and placed his ass and thighs on my lap.
- I had trouble avoiding the shit because he kept moving his ass over my lips.
- He asked if he could try something new, which was arousing.
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"There's a special area in the barn that functions as a high-end converted bathroom/sauna," she said. "Designed with scatting in mind, it has a large shower area, two bathtubs, a hot tub, sinks, and heating for the winter months. It's incredibly lavish and quite lovely. It's where they host scat parties regularly. That's where we headed out to, and in no time, Alexa joined us."
"Was Ches there?" I questioned. "He has an odd name."
"No, he wasn't around, or maybe he was. He's Native American."
"I'd say Dr. Cramer is in his early thirties."
"He's actually 36, his wife is 32, and his son Ches is 26."
"So all of them scat together?"
"If you couldn't tell, they're deeply devoted to shit, and they're incredibly passionate about it."
"And you're one of them?"
"Oh yeah, no doubt." Tasha beamed with excitement at the thought.
A sudden epiphany struck me. "So that's why he's never asked me to join them. He thinks I'm too young and inexperienced."
"That's probably what his brain is telling him," she replied. "But you're inexperienced no more."
"I'm glad you're here, so I can prove my mettle and show him just how much I enjoy scatting," I said. "Maybe you can give him a push in the right direction."
She chuckled and joked, "Words are cheap, Rita. When are you going to put your scatting where your mouth is?" Her remark had a bit of corniness to it, but it did stir things up a bit.
"Right now," I answered. "Let's go. I think you'll really like the bathtub in here." We got up from the kitchen table and made our way into the bathroom. She was highly impressed with my antique claw-footed tub, and she noted that it looked bigger than most modern ones.
"As impressive as this tub is, it really is larger than a typical one," I mentioned. "And you're correct, it does seem wider, longer, and even deeper." We were quickly undressing ourselves.
"Lie down in the tub, let me get you all wet," she instructed me. I positioned myself on my back and she stepped into the tub next to my feet. I'd had various experiences with scatting already: I'd done it alone in my solo sessions and had even participated in a drunken peeing incident at a late-night pool party. Therefore, what she was now busy with was familiar to me. She rubbed her pussy and launched into a forceful stream of piss, which soaked my body. She showered my abdomen and breasts before moving to my face. I opened my mouth and she filled it with her urine. She kept urinating, this time on my hair. The presence of the stopper allowed for a considerable puddle to form under me. When she had peed plenty, she lifted herself out and started licking me, tasting my pussy and then my breasts.
"Now slosh that piss all over yourself, drink some of it," she instructed me. I shifted higher in the tub and scooped some up with my hands, then dripped it over my mouth. I swallowed it, and she fed me a few more handfuls, followed by spitting a mouthful of liquid onto my face.
Once our time playing in the piss came to an end, she stood and placed one leg on the edge of the tub while keeping the other one in, again testament to the tub's spaciousness. She sat back down on the edge, propping her ass over my face. I stretched and kissed her ass, tongue-kissing her anus. She helped me to spread her cheeks and licked her anus. This wasn't my first foray into rimming either. I'd indulged in the act once when a boy invited me to rim him while sitting on the end of a dock at a lake, with me in the water. We both enjoyed it immensely, but scatting hadn't come into play yet for me.
"Are you ready?" she asked. I glanced down and saw the tip of a fecal matter peeking out from between her buttocks, growing bigger by the second. I guess I assumed that since I wanted to impress her with my scat skills, I'd simply suck on it and thought Tasha had the same idea, so I prepared myself to take it into my mouth. This was something brand new for me - consuming someone else's feces rather than my own. To be honest, I didn't envision it tasting significantly different from my own, and it didn't - it was bitter like mine and possessing a damp dryness that's difficult to describe. Thankfully, it wasn't watery like diarrhea, so I could handle it. As her turd slid between my lips and rested on my tongue, parts that wouldn't fit in my mouth dropped down onto my cheek.
Shortly after that, she defecated once more, this time on my breasts. The scent of her feces, too, was uncannily similar to my own. I couldn't wait to cover my breasts in it and tuck them into her poop, while the first log was still present in my mouth.
Tasha got the fecal matter out of my mouth, snapped it in half, and then popped it straight in hers to suck on it. She held it as if devouring a hot dog, except she sucked it rather than biting it. She performed this rather slovenly, which resulted in her lips, chin, and half of her face being covered in her feces; it looked incredibly sexy. Then, she wiped the remainder of the fecal matter she had sucked on with her hands and smeared it on her buttocks as well as her lower back. She took delight in the process and didn't spare any effort. It didn't take long for me to aid her in coating her entire upper body with her feces. She lifted her free leg backwards and onto the tub's side, using her dirty hands to maintain her balance.
With her back to me, she squatted over my genitalia and proceeded to defecate again. "I thought I had more in me," she said, smiling, "and was wondering if you'd need to lick it out with your tongue."
"You should've waited," I told her. "I would've gladly licked your anus like that," I responded.
"Outstanding!" she said, beaming. "Lick my asshole now, see if there's even more inside," she instructed. So, I eagerly pressed her buttocks into my face and began to lick through her anus. My face became completely covered in feces, which I turned into a mud mask - a natural beauty treatment, if you will. Although possibly biased, I really believe it's beneficial for the skin. My tongue found her anus and slid in easily, assisted by all the feces that covered it. My tongue was completely submerged in her anus, and I wished it was a bit longer. As she strained and I explored, it seemed she'd shat as much as she could.
While she was cleansing my vulva with her fecal matter, I spread it on my own chest and face. She moved higher and positioned herself in a 69 position. She then probed my anus with her tongue, smearing feces all over my vulva, inner thighs, and belly. I could see she wasn't going to shit any more. Turning towards me, she squatted down once more and shoved her rear over my face. "Tongue-fuck my asshole now! Make sure there's even more in there," I commanded. I promptly pressed her backside against my face, allowing my tongue to fully explore her anus. My entire tongue was inside, and I wished it was around 6 inches longer. However, she seemed to have given all she had.
As she continued tonguing me, she covered her vulva in the feces that emerged from me by depositing it on her own vulva and thighs. She started massaging her vulva and dug her fingers inside, causing her to moan in ecstasy. Eventually, she collapsed onto me, her mouth locked to mine in a deep kiss. To our pleasant surprise, we whole-heartedly embraced the act of sharing the feces in our mouths, dribbling it across each other's faces and hands as we continued. After a while, I scooped up a big chunk, smeared it on her breasts, and then sucked on them. It was such a turn-on.
She climbed on top of me and positioned her pussy above my face. I started licking and tonguing her intensely. It wasn't long before she had her first orgasm and then I made her cum again. This time, she peed on my face, causing both of us to burst into laughter. I got out from under her and peed on her face as well. My pee was much more copious since it was my first time. She immediately started sipping on it, trying to splatter the rest of it on me. It seemed like there were no boundaries to what we were willing to do to each other. We even took turns wiping fingertips full of feces into each other's mouths, rubbing it into each other's vaginas, and sitting on each other's faces licking our buttholes. It was an unbelievable experience. My first scat play partner had exceeded all of my expectations. Tasha was totally my kind of person!
We showered and cleaned the bathtub while sipping on rum and coke. When I asked her, "I hope you were satisfied with me and I meet his standards. Will you tell him?" She grinned and answered, "Yes, sweetheart, I think you've met and surpassed the expectations of anyone I've ever been with, even Philip. But he'll need more than just my words. You have to show him what you can do, just like you did with me."
She had a point. But it's clear that with the experience we shared, I knew I would.
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