Shari Tells a Story

"Hey Melissa. What's up?"

Melissa looked like she had been hit in the head with a large blunt object, one with quite a bit of weight, probably swung by someone with a good deal of strength. Her eyes were wise and staring and her mouth was hanging open in complete shock. She never looked away from Shari's shit-covered body, though her gaze did roam from head to toe several times, completely drinking in the site before her. She looked like she was having difficulty getting a grip on reality.

"What . . ." she stammered, not knowing what to say. "What the hell are you . . .doing?"

Setting her nearly empty glass of her piss-shit cocktail down on the floor, Shari leaned forward, sliding partially off the huge dildo shoved deep inside her cunny. "Masturbating," she said, figuring that she got caught in the act, and a particularly vile act at that, so she might as well be totally honest. Things couldn't get much worse, so there was no use getting embarrassed or flustered. "I just had one of most lovely wanks of my life."

"But . . . is that . . .? I mean, the smell -"

Shari pushed off the floor with her hands, rising to her feet which were numb from kneeling so long. She pulled herself up off the monster toy that was still suction-cupped tightly to the wooden floor.

"I am covered in shit, Mel." She was standing straight, if a little shaky, and looked her housemate and friend in the eyes, being bold about her kinks. "I have a bit of a shit fetish, I'm afraid. Do you mind helping me to the bathroom? I really need to clean myself up."

"Oh. Um, sure." Melissa was obviously confused. Her mind was racing in so many directions, and her own embarrassment for walking in on her friend while she was playing with herself finally caught up with her and she began to blush, and dreadfully so due to the strangeness of the situation. "Sorry I interrupted you."

Shari smiled pleasantly at her, showing off teeth that were less then white. It was very clear that something brown had been in Shari's mouth. "Don't worry about it - didn't bother me at all."

"It would seem not." Melissa took Shari's cleaner hand, the one that had been holding her glass, pouring the mix of wastes into her mouth as she came. "You can barely walk!"

"Legs are asleep. And still a bit shaky from cumming so hard. Thanks."

Melissa scouted the area outside the door and, as she expected, it was clear. She helped Shari waddle through the hall and into the bathroom, giving Shari support as she stepped into the bath tub. Mel turned on the water and started to rinse her hand in the down-pour from the faucet; Shari waited patiently for the water to warm up, just standing there, plastered with shit.

"So . . ." Melissa started. "You enjoy that? Playing with your . . . feces?"

"Oh god yes! I used to do it all the time back in high school, but I stopped when I got to college - this is the first time in nearly four years. It was even better then I remembered!"

"You looked like you were enjoying it." Melissa sat on the toilet.

"You don't seem too disturbed by it, Mel," Shari noticed, giving Melissa a sly smile. "Not going to stop being my friend over this?"

"Of course not!" Melissa was very adamant about that fact, as if insulted Shari would think her that shallow. Shari was glad to hear it - that had been her biggest concern. "Not like I haven't seen that sort of thing before, it's just -"

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where have you see this sort of thing?"

Melissa was embarrassed by that - she hadn't meant to admit to fact, it had just slipped out in her confusion. "Um, the internet?"

"Looking up scat porn, Mel? You're not hiding something from me?" Shari was grinning at her, making it a joke.

Melissa returned the smile - the first time her expression had changed from shock since she opened Shari's door. "No, nothing like that. You know, sometimes someone sends you something as a joke or you go to the wrong page or whatever. I've seen it before."

"And?" Shari asked. She, herself, had been a big fan of scat porn, but it had been very difficult to find anything good back when she was still playing shit-games. Since it had disappeared from her habits in college, the porn had also dropped under radar as well. Maybe she should look back into it - high speed connections and the vast growing amount of info on the World Wide Web, maybe she could down load some pictures or videos. There must be something out there - others who shared her interest. She would definitely check it out.

"It was gross," she stated, but she was hesitating and her eyes were cast down to the floor. "I was very grossed out, totally disgusted."

"But you kind of liked it?"

She looked up at Shari, her face full of concern. "Yeah. Am I sick? Or perverted or something?"

Shari just laughed. The water was warm enough now, and she tilted her head back into the stream. As it fountained out of the showerhead and poured down her hair, the clear water turned a dark brown. Melissa was watching Shari running her hands through her shit-soaked hair with amazement.

"I don't think I'm the right person to answer that. I don't think you're sick at all!"

Melissa nodded, but that assessment did not seem to make her any happier about it. "I don't think I could ever do it; I'd feel terrible afterwards, but every so often, I find myself thinking about it."

Shari ran a hand across one of her breasts, rubbing the pasty brown substance around on her skin with the flat of her hand. Her nipple reacted and perked right up. She gave a low moan as she pinched it. Shari and Melissa had roomed together both last year and the year before. Nothing had ever happened between them, but both had shared stories to each other about having had experience with other women. Mel had less experience, but she had enjoyed it every time. And Shari had the notion that Melissa was often checking her out - though that could have just been her imagination and desire: she was actually checking Mel out a good portion of the time.

"What are you doing?" Mel asked, her voice a little raspy, a little hollow.

"Just enjoying myself. I'm still a bit turned on. Sorry, I'll behave myself." That was a lie, but she removed her hands from her nipples, but kept massaging shit into her breasts under the guise of trying to clean them, even though the water was still at her back. She couldn't help but notice that Mel was staring hard at the scene she was creating.

"Maybe I should just leave you to . . . clean up," Melissa started to get up.

"No, no! Stay. It's fine. I don't mind. Sides, if you're anything like I was, I would imagine you've been wishing for a long time you had someone you could talk to about this."

That got her ass back on the toilet, Shari noticed. At first, Mel tried to keep her head down, but after a few moments, her eyes were back on Shari's body, slithering up and down her naked, filthy form, paying special attention to her dirty boobs.

"What's it like?"

"Warm," Shari replied. "It makes me completely hot inside. It's like having an orgasm with your whole body." She was smearing it all over herself, trying to make it look sexy and sensual as she caressed her body. Melissa was shifting around in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. "I feel totally sexy and turned on." She slipped a hand between her legs, feeling that she was all hot and wet again, but she didn't dawdle there.

"And . . . tasting it?"

That made Shari smile. "It's hard to explain the taste. Bitter, like old, strong coffee. At first it doesn't taste good - not at all! But it gets you wetter than anything in the world, and soon that's all that matters. It makes you feel great, and the taste just kind of disappears. It's not the taste that gets you hot, it's the act of tasting," she started to rub her fingers across her lips, leaving a layer of shit on her like brown lipstick. "Buth then, after a while, you start loving the taste, longing for it." She dipped her finger into her mouth quickly, then twisted it around and pulled it out, like a little girl sucking on a lollipop. "Not just the taste, either, but the feeling of it in your mouth. Nothing makes me cum so hard as having a mouth full, just full of it. Or sucking on a piece of shit like I'm blowing a fat cock - I used to cum just from that." Just saying the words, vocalizing desires she had never spoken before, got her incredibly turned on.

Shari turned back towards Melissa, who promptly turned her gaze to her friend's face. She was so turned on, she spoke her desires without thinking about whether it was a good idea or not. "Want to jump in here with me?"

"What?" Melissa was shocked by the question.

"Come on, it will be fun! Who better to experience this with then a caring friend? I wish I had had someone to talk to about it and try things out. Someone with experience who wouldn't judge me or push me. Someone who loved me and would always be my friend."

Melissa was hesitating, which was a good thing in Shari's mind. It showed that she was interested and curious; even if she said no, that would be fine. Mel would always know that Shari was there for her.

"Besides, I'm the one covered in shit! You can stay as clean as you like. We're in a shower after all. And it's mostly watered down at this point - you can barely smell it."

Melissa finally smiled, then laughed. "Sure, why not!" She stripped off her clothes, dropping them carelessly to the flood, and stepped into the shower with Shari. She looked her friend up and don, seeming nervous and confused. "What do I do?"

"Anything you want, silly! Touch me!"

Mel giggled, and she reached out and started to massage Shari's tits. "It feels like a mud bath!" Her hands slid all around Shari's breasts, and she even rubbed and pitched Shari's nipples, making her moan in pleasure. "Doesn't smell like mud, though," she noted, wrinkling her nose.

"You get used to the smell," Shari sighed, enjoying having Melissa caressing her. "It's a turn on."

"I guess." Melissa's hands roamed all over, sliding across the water-slicked crap that covered Shari's body; she even rubbed her hands across Shari's brown-streaked face and across her lips. Her hands, however, kept returning to Shari's tits, mauling the soft flesh and squeezing hard, making Shari moan. Melissa was really getting into it - it almost seemed like she forgot there was a person there, she was so pleased just to be rubbing her hands through the mess.

"Hug me?" Shari asked. It was an offer to help Melissa step things up a notch, but there was no hint of command or urgency in her voice. If Melissa wanted to take her up on it, that was cool with her. If not, that was fine as well.

Mel smiled her big, cute smile and wrapped her arms around Shari. She had bent at the legs a bit so that when they embraced, their breasts mashed together; their hard nipples poked into each others, causing them both to moan. They wiggled around on each other, both of them working to get Mel as dirty as they could in this exchange. Mel's hands were squeezing Shari's ass, while Shari held on to Melissa's hips in order to slip against her more easily.

Then Melissa did something surprising. She leaned in a kissed Shari, her tongue immediately parting Shari's shit-tinged lips, getting a taste as she did so. Not that Shari's mouth was not ripe with similar, bitter tastes, even if they were much fainter then the full, heavy tang of fresh shit. Nothing on Shari's body would have that potency, now, but it was still a step in the right direction. They held the kiss for a long time, making out with passion and desire, like lovers who had not seen each other in months.

When she drew back, Melissa sighed, her face radiating happiness. "I've wanted to do that for years!"

"Me, too," Shari giggled. "How was it for you?"

"Shitty," Melissa replied. "But awesome! It was bitter, and nasty, but kissing you was great."

Shari reached her hand between Mel's legs, her fingers sliding up and down the blonde's slit a few times before slipping right into her flooded pussy. Her legs buckled for a second, and Melissa had to wrap her arms around Shari's shoulders to keep standing. She was gasping for breath, her eyes wide.

"Look how wet you are!" Shari slid another finger inside her friend and started to fuck her in earnest while palming the girl's clit. "Isn't it great?"

"Uh-huh," Melissa mumbled. Her mouth sought Shari's again, but the smaller girl had different ideas. She guided Melissa's mouth to her breast. Melissa hesitated for only a second before she lowered her mouth to Shari's hard nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She licked and suckled, getting the full feel of having shit on her lips and tongue, even if the shower water had slicked it down quite a bit, cutting the full flavor a great deal. From the noises and the way she was feasting on Shari's tit, she seemed to be enjoying herself very much.

Shari pumped away, but it didn't take long before Melissa cam. Once again she leaned her weight on Shari to keep on her feet as her body shook and she screamed out loud. When her cries died, she looked Shari in the face, her eyes starting to tear up, "That was the best ever!"

"I told you!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

They embraced again, but this was a tender hug, a hug between two loving friends who had experienced something that brought them closer to each other then they had every dreamed.

"I don't want to stop yet," Melissa cooed.

"We don't have to." Shari turned the shower head, directing the spray of water against the side wall. She laid down on the floor of the bathtub and held her hand out to Melissa, inviting the taller girl to join her. She did so, but it took some wiggling and sliding to get in position and comfortable. But since this only helped Shari distribute some of her slimy brown water on to Melissa's naked body, neither one of them minded it much.

Shari was pretty much on her back with Melissa lying next to her, her legs straddle around Shari's body. Melissa was hunched a bit so that she could easily lick and suck on Shari's breasts while Shari buried her hand in Mel's crotch and teased her clit.

"Tell me how you got into this," Mel requested right before she started back on licking away the brown puddles on Shari's body. It was more water then shit, now, but it still had a tinge of earthy flavor, and that is what she needed to wean herself into this fetish. She could actually stand drinking this.

"Jeez," Shari started, trying to remember herself. "Where did it all begin? I guess it was when I was eight or nine and this boy I used to play with - Mikey - and I peed in front of each other. One of those, 'show me yours and I'll show you mine.' We actually showed ours to each other a few times before the peeing thing. Then we started the peeing together when we would play together. We would actually hold it until we both had to go.

"Usually it was outside, when we were in the woods and didn't want to go home just to pee. After a while, we even went together if we were inside. I would sit on the toilet and go, and he was would pee between my legs. Of course, I'd sometimes get hit by it and we would laugh and clean it up.

"Mikey had an older brother who had a bit of a porn collection. I don't know how Mikey got any of it, but we looked at some of the magazines. It was mainly stories and pictures girls masturbating with weird things - bananas, cucumbers, carrots, that kind of thing. We both loved the look of the girls, beautiful, naked, with big full breasts. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves. The stories were a little strange to us, but we liked them, what we could understand. For a while we thought 'cum' was another word for pee!" Shari laughed and Melissa giggled. "We kept reading about cum coming out of penises and the only thing we knew that came out of penises was piss.

"Mikey lent me some magazines, and I remember going home to try doing what the women in the magazine were doing. I tried using a carrot in my pussy but it wouldn't go in, and it hurt. I tried my ass - there were plenty of women doing anal with these things, too, and the stories made it sound like fun. It worked a lot better for me. I'm probably one of the few girls who played with her asshole before her pussy.

"I really enjoyed anal stimulation from the beginning, but it would always make me have to shit afterwards. I used to show Mikey, I'd stick something up my ass and play with it a bit and then take a dump. He used to think it was disgusting, that I would take a dump afterwards, but I didn't. He'd watch every time, though, telling me how gross it was. I didn't care. It felt wonderful.

"I think I started associating the enjoyment of playing with my ass with taking a dump, too, because I began really like shitting. I would be really happy whenever I had to go to the bathroom because I just liked doing it. It made me all warm and fuzzy inside whenever I went.

"Had some early-on experience with golden showers, and I liked it at the time. Mikey peed on me a few times, too. And in my mouth."

Melissa gave her a queer look, but she didn't take her tongue away from it's gently work on Shari's breast.

"Well, we kept reading about how all these women wanted men to cum on their breasts or in their mouths, so we tried it. Wasn't til a little later we realized how wrong we were. It was funny, though, when we found out. He had been the one pushing for it; he was very apologetic afterwards, and we never did it again. Had he wanted to, though, I would have been all for it. I didn't mind the taste or the smell; I had enjoyed it very much at the time. I wasn't about to ask for it, though. It seemed okay for me to ask him to cum on me, which I had done a few times - the women in the stories asked for it all the time, so it seemed right for me to ask him to do that. But when we learned he was just pissing on me, I didn't feel as comfortable asking for it: I wasn't sure if I was supposed to enjoy it or not. Had he wanted to, though . . .

"Any way, when we got older, Mikey and his family moved away. He left me with some porn to remember him by, like I would forget. I eventually learned how to make myself cum and the pleasure of vaginal masturbation, but I always had better orgasms if I played with my ass while I went at it."

Melissa nodded. Seems she had discovered the same thing at some point.

"So, that's how it went. Most of the time when I masturbated, I would just rub my pussy until I came, but those times when I had more time and wanted a better orgasm, I would stick something up my ass. I stuck to carrots, bananas, cucumbers - they're the best, in my opinion - partially because that's what I had seem women using, but also cause that's what was around. Used my fingers sometimes, but couldn't go as deep and they weren't big enough - not quite as satisfying. I think one time I used a badminton racket handle or something like that. Didn't matter to me. I'd pound my ass and rub my clit until I came, then I'd go to the bathroom, without fail.

"I eventually tried something new - I buggered myself good with a cucumber but I took it out before I came instead of after, and that wonderful feeling of having to shit soon followed. I kept rubbing myself, but not enough to make myself cum. Not until I actually started to shit. Then I frigged myself hard and came. It was the best orgasm of my life, but I felt a bit dirty afterwards. Shitting after masturbation was one thing, cause it wasn't in anyway involved with the act, but shitting during was just a little weird. But I couldn't stop doing it. It felt better when I did it that way, and I wasn't about to deny myself that. So, every time I played with my ass while wanking off, I would hold off and cum while I went to the bathroom.

"Well, I took it a step further one day. I kept fingering my ass while waiting to shit, and I could feel it up inside of me. Intrigued, I pushed hard and shit right into my own hand. When I came, it was brilliant! But, afterwards, I was disgusted with myself - I had been holding my filthy shit in my hand! That just seemed so disgusting to me, I didn't masturbate for like months - not any kind of masturbation. But when the need really hit me again, I did the same thing - stroked my clit and fingered my ass until I shat in my hand. I loved doing it in the moment but felt terrible about it afterwards. I felt like I had a real problem, but I couldn't tell anyone - how do you tell someone you like shitting in you hand when you masturbate? And any time I had the time, I didn't have the will-power to stop myself.

"And it got worse. Instead of just holding it, I started sniffing it until I came. Then, one day, while sniffing it and feeling just so wonderful in the moment, I just slathered by boobs with it. Smeared greasy shit all over my tits and face. I went really slow with my fingers, trying hard not to cum so I could preserve this moment longer - I must have been going at it for over an hour by the time I stopped covering myself with my shit and I still hadn't come. I pulled aside the shower curtain - at this point I did most of my masturbating while in the shower. My parents always wondered why it took me so long!

"So anyway, I pulled side the shower curtain and look at myself, my tits black and my face smeared. It was so hot to me, I came as soon as I saw my reflection. I wasn't even touching myself, but I was cumming. So, I started rubbing myself, too: it was awesome! I was sure my parents could hear me screaming in the bathroom, but they never said anything about it. After my orgasm, I was still looking at myself, and I felt sick. I mean, who does that? Who smears shit on themselves while masturbating? Who enjoys playing with their shit? Who gets turned on by that?

"It was the worst feeling in the world. It took forever before I felt clean from that. I again went months without touching myself. I would replay that moment in my mind, getting horny as I thought about it and feeling totally disgusted with myself for getting horny. I wanted to do it again so bad, and just wanting it made me feel dirty - and not a good dirty. I think not masturbating at all just made it worse - I was so horny with no outlet. But had I done anything, I would have been thinking about it the whole time and that would have been worse, I think.

"Every time I went to the bathroom, I would imagine catching it and rubbing it all over me. And then I would scold myself. I called myself such terrible things. I was honestly full-fledge depressed. It was in high-school, so no one really thought anything of it, but I felt so alone, so different. I though there was something wrong with me. I would wonder why such a horrid, filthy creature was ever born. I wondered if I should just kill myself."

As she spoke, pouring out her heart like she had never done before, telling a story that no one but she knew, Shari felt Melissa pressing harder into her and drawing her into a loving embrace. She suckling was soft, as if she was trying to sooth all of Shari's old wounds in this instance with her mouth. Shari's arm wrapped about Melissa's naked, wet body. It was comforting to tell her this, and it made her feel very close to her. She was safe with Melissa here, and even though it hurt her to remember her youth, she knew that she would never feel that way again. She renewed her efforts on Melissa's pussy, wanting nothing more right now then to bring her to a great orgasm.

"I felt so alone. All my friends, I couldn't tell them anything. They wouldn't understand. They were normal people with normal desire. Even having normal sex with other normal people. Not me. I used to think that I couldn't love anyone else, that no one else could love me. I would be alone forever. Never even dated anybody, and after the first few guys were rejected, the rest stopped asking.

"I just kept getting worse and worse. My parents were taking me to a councilor, but I couldn't tell her what I had done. I think my parents were afraid that I had been raped or something. Looking back, it could have seemed that way.

"I don't know how much longer I could take it. I think I might have actually hurt myself if it wasn't for my cousin, Jeff. He was a great guy. Very caring, very perceptive. He and I were close in age - he's like two years older than me. We've always been friends, though we hadn't seen each other for a while.

"It was Christmas time, and my family was over his house - we were staying a few days. As soon as he saw me, he was hugging me and doting on me. He never let me out of his sight. It was annoying at the time - I actually thought I was going to infect him or something. Finally, he took me into his room and locked the door. I was nervous, but I trusted him.

"'Shari,' he says, 'I know something's up. You can tell me, if you want. I've been there.'

"'No you haven't' I tell him.

"'Yes, I have.' He took my hands, I remember because I wanted to pull back away from him but he didn't let go. 'Is it about sex?'

"I nodded. He hugged me, and then I did start crying into his shoulder. 'Did someone hurt you?' he asked and I shook my head. 'Have you had sex?' I shook my head again.

"He was rubbing my back, saying that he knew how I felt, like I was alone and couldn't tell anyone cause they wouldn't understand. I nodded. Then he sprung it on me, and it was funny cause he sounded so excited and yet so sympathetic, too, and he says, 'I know exactly what you are going through, Shari. I know exactly how that feels. You're the first person I feel like I can tell. Shari, I'm gay!'"

"I was shocked. I didn't know any gay people; I had no idea how to react to that. It was just a huge surprise. He went on to tell me how he felt like he had been living a lie, how he hadn't been honest with who he was. He knew he wasn't a bad person, and I agreed with him. And he told me I wasn't a bad person either, I just needed to accept myself, whatever that meant. He was much happier with his life because he had stopped feeling disgusted with himself and just realized he could not help what turned him on. If he liked having sex with men, then that's what he would do, that's who he was. There was nothing to be ashamed of.

"He hadn't come out of the closet yet, but he had been planning on it. He said that he hoped that I felt like I had someone to turn to so that I wouldn't feel so alone, the way he had felt for years. He said that he had been planning on waiting a while longer, but after having seen me as upset as I was, and having talked to me, he decided to tell everyone at dinner that night. And he did. I sat next to him all dinner, and at the end of dinner he told everyone. I held his hand as he did it, too.

"It made me realize that I couldn't help who I was any more than he could. I wasn't disgusting or sick, just different. No better or worse than anyone else. My cousin and I were very similar in that."

"How did your family take it?" Melissa asked, for the first time removing her mouth from Shari's skin. She had sucked one tit completely clean and was working on the second. "Jeff's coming out, I mean."

"Okay. Could have been better, but I guess it could have been worse, too. At the time, people couldn't deal - Jeff and I spent the next few days together, alone, avoiding the rest of the family - seems I was guilt by association since I obviously knew what he was going to do when he did it. But I felt better then I had in over a year, and Jeff knew it. He said that, even if he was kicked out of the family, the fact that I was better made it worth while. I told him he would always be my family, even if everyone kicked me out, too. Some of the family still has a huge problem with him being gay, but for the most part, they're cool. Jeff and I are still very close now. I should probably go and see him soon. . .

"Anyway, I was a lot better. I had accepted myself for who I was. I didn't feel the need to tell my family, thought. Unlike with Jeff, no one really needed to know what I did alone. He'd be bringing boyfriends home with him; my family would never know anything about what I did. As soon as we were home and my parents went to work the next day - I was still on Christmas vacation - I went for it. And I went all out.

"They were gone when I woke up. I stripped naked and immediately started going at it. I was wanking as I walked to the kitchen to get a cucumber, I was so horny. And I had been planning for this moment since Jeff told me he was gay, so I hadn't taken a dump since he came out of the closet. I had a few days worth of heavy meals in there - I was in pain, but it made it even better, knowing just how good it would feel to get it all out.

"I got in the shower and started to really let my ass have it. I was compensating for a year of depression and self-loathing. I was going to make sure that I loved myself completely. When it came out, it hurt it was so big, - even after fucking my ass with the cucumber - and I rubbed it all over my body. It was funny - I was so desperate to rub it in my skin, it was so important to me, that sometimes I was just shitting right in the tub instead of in my hands. I just let it come right out and land where-ever.

"I covered every inch of skin I could reach. Even mashed in between my toes and rubbed it into my hair. I had never felt such a sense of completeness, like I was finally whole. I loved it. I still had quite a pile left, so I sat in it, wiggling my ass around in the pile. It felt so good, I was on the edge of cumming the entire time even though I wasn't touching myself.

"Problem was I couldn't see myself in the mirror while sitting, so I stood again and appraised my work, thinking that I had never looked or felt sexier then in that moment. My depression and self-loathing were completely gone.

"I wasn't even aware I was doing it, but I watched myself in the mirror as I scooped up a handful of shit and shoved it into my mouth. I kept packing more and more in, not swallowing any of it, until nothing more could fit. It tasted terrible, but it felt so right, so freeing that I left it in - and my god did it make me horny. I really thought I was going to cum when I started filling my mouth. I was so close!

"I kept adding shit to my body, mainly my tits and face cause I loved the way it looked; my boobs were hidden completely in the huge shit-mounds I had piled over them. I had one handful left, and I pressed it into my cunt."

Melissa's eyes went wide at that, and she started to cum again. She had cum a few times during Shari story as Shari rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy, but this time had her spasming really good and biting hard on Shari's nipple. Shari shuddered as well, but continued her story when she regained her composure.

"Yeah, I pushed it up inside of me, as deep as it would go. My hands were covered, and I stared to work my clit with my palm as I wiggled the shit in my cunt. It felt heavenly. My other hand was pumping the cucumber in and out of my ass. I wish I had two, cause I really would have buried that shit all the way in my cunt. Probably better that I only had the one.

"When I came - I can't even describe it. Like every little part of me burst to pieces in pleasure. I was watching myself in the mirror, shaking and hollering even though my mouth was packed. I must have cum for a few minutes. I couldn't even stand when I was done, and I had no idea how I ended up sitting in the tub, but I was when I opened my eyes.

"Feeling fully and completely satisfied, it was the first time that I had no twinge of disgust or remorse. Right after I came, I decided to do the same thing every day of that break. I had never had a thought like that before, that I wanted to recreated what I had done. I had for the longest time been promising myself that that had been the last time, and then breaking that promise. It felt wonderful to tell myself it wouldn't be the last time. And I knew it was a promise I would keep.

"I took my shower to clean off. I spit out most of the shit, but kept a descent chunk in there during my whole shower, just sucking on it and turning it to mush in my mouth. I had to pee, so I lay down and squirted it all over myself, which was a first as well - peeing on myself that is. I loved it even more than I had when Mikey had done it." Melissa seemed to love the idea, too, from the way she reacted.

"When I was totally clean, which took a long time, I swallowed the shit in my mouth. I had been planning that since the moment I stuff it in my mouth - I swore that this time I would actually swallow it. When I was all turned on, I had been telling myself I would swallow my whole mouthful, but after I came, I was a little more reasonable about the size of my first shit meal. I vomited it back up a few minutes later, but actually swallowing my shit, even that little bit, been a wonderful experience and I knew I really would do it everyday like I had told myself I would."

Shari chuckled. "By the end of the week, I could stomach a good amount of shit without ever vomiting. I had a terrible infection, too, but it was worth it. I learned a lot."

Melissa lifted her mouth off of Shari's breast; she was smiling and rubbing her hands all along Shair's body, which was, at this point, mostly clean. She cuddled, snuggling in to Shari, and hold in her close. "That was a great story. Thanks. It made me feel better about myself, too. I lied earlier, when I said I hadn't been looking on the internet for scat. I had - I do, often. I read stories, mostly, and wish I could be in them. I've never played with it before, but I always wanted to. Never had the courage to ever do it. Not like you," she added with a kiss on Shari's cheek.

Shari turned her head and kissed Melissa more deeply and passionately. "Now you have. And aren't you glad you did?"

"Yes! And I will again, too. I came like six times, and I'm still super horny!"

"Told you it was the best! Ever have anal sex? I love anal sex, as you can probably imagine."

"Tried it once or twice," Melissa replied with a grin. "I like it a lot, too."

"Then how about a homework assignment?"

Melissa was confused by what Shari meant, but she agreed.

"Your homework is that tonight, you need to find a guy for some anal sex. Make sure he cums inside of you, beg him if you have to, then as soon as he cums and pulls out, suck his cock clean. And for extra credit, drink his cum, too."

"How?" She had, once, sucked a guys dick after he ass fucked her, but only once and only because thrust his cock in her face right afterwards. She would never have initiated suck a dirty act, herself. She had been too insecure; she thought she could do it now.
"How ever you can. Squirt it into you hand and lick it off, doesn't matter."

Melissa rested her head on Shari's shoulders, sighing blissfully, "Okay! Sounds like fun! God, can you believe we've lived together for over two years, and just now found this out about each other?"

Shari stroked Melissa's wet locks, "I'm just glad we did find out. Feels great to have someone I can talk to about it."

"Not your cousin Jeff?"

"Yeah, I never did tell him why I had been upset - I felt that this was still a little less acceptable to a lot of people then his being gay. I think he's still waiting for me to come out of the closet," Shari laughed. "Maybe I'll tell him when I see him."

Melissa nodded and closed her eyes. She could have easily fallen asleep right there, cozy and warm and basking in the after-glow of many splendid orgasms. It would have been the perfect time for a nap.

But Shari struggled up to standing and pulled Melissa with her. "Come on, Mel. We still have a lot of cleaning to do and a party to get ready for!"

Next: Shari Goes to a Party