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Warning:  This story is meant for adults only.  It involves scat
activities between women.  It is a fantasy and all names are
fictitious.

The Angel       by Wilma

   Erica was the most sought after bachelorette at St. Moniques
school. She was 28, dark-haired, slim and very beautiful, but she
turned down all the male bachelor teachers with grace. Her subject was
art and she was a highly appreciated teacher. She was also a very good
artist and often had successful exhibitions at the local arts dealer
in the small city. Most of all she painted angels and often her pupils
were her models. But the pupil she most of all wanted to paint always
turned her down. It was the sweet little Amanda Miller. It wasn't that
that Amanda didn't want to, it was just that her parents made her do
all the things that were expected from a young girl with rich parents.
She was riding, she was playing the violin, she took extra lessons in
French conversation and she was of course the chairman of the school
committee. 
     Then one day Amanda cheerfully approached her teacher.
     "I've convinced my parents that I should be your angel model,"
she said with a smile. "I told them that you would give me lessons in
art and they thought it was a splendid idea."
     Erica's heart skipped a beat and she excused her sweet pupil's
lie.  Well, on the first night they did talk a lot about art and the
teacher explained that she wanted to do a bust of Amanda, just like
Venus de Milo. Erica made some sketches which she would use to start
the bust. That evening Erica fantasized about Amanda's sweet little
body. Amanda had been posing almost nude, only clad in her small white
panties with small pink flowers on them. And Erica had come so close
while instructing her pupil how to pose. Oh, how they had been hugging
her small pussy and ass. Erica just couldn't help herself from
masturbating.
      She was scared. She knew that it could happen again. The reason
that she had to leave the other town. It hadn't been any scandal. It
was only the girl's parents that had known. And if Erica left town,
they wouldn't tell anyone. She remembered Sofie's sad eyes when she
left. Oh, how she missed her. But perhaps she had found someone now.
Yes, she had to have Amanda.
     That night Amanda was reading in bed. It was a love novel but it
was hard to concentrate. When she fell asleep she was the girl in the
book, but at first she couldn't figure out who was the 
prince. Oh, it was Miss Erica. In the morning she was a little worried
since she knew that she would blush when she met her teacher.
     During the lesson Amanda looked at her teacher in a new way. She
saw how beautiful she was. The way she moved, like a cat.  Her breasts
bounced when she turned around. Her jeans were hugging her bottom so
nicely. So soft, so mature....She never got a chance to hide her drawing
and she stiffened as she felt her teacher's hand on her shoulder.
    "Very good," Erica whispered. "But hide it, and bring it to me
tonight."
     Her mouth was dry and her heart was pounding as she knocked on
the door of her beautiful teacher that night. In her purse she had the
painting of her kissing her teacher. She should have been practicing
the violin but she had called and said that she was ill. Now they were
sitting in Erica's living room drinking a soda and Erica easily made
Amanda reveal her yearnings for her while they discussed the drawing.
It was almost too easy and she was going to tease the girl for a
while.
     She showed Amanda her own drawings of other girls, they were
semi-nude or nude and they all showed the girls' cute asses. With wide
eyes Amanda admired the drawings. Oh, she wanted to be drawn like
that, she wanted to draw her beautiful teacher like that. And in her
imagination she even saw pictures of her and Erica making love.
    "Undress now, my flower," Erica said and the girl did. "Oh, please
keep your sweet panties on for a while." Erica did the same thing and
she asked the girl to draw her and Amanda tried to concentrate but she
blushed and become hotter. But her drawings were lovely.
    "Oh, it's charming, my dear," the teacher said in a hoarse voice."
You draw my panties so nicely while they hug my butt, sweetie." The
girl smiled shyly. 
    "But now I want you to try something different." She was now
standing in front of Amanda, only 2 feet away.  She was aiming the
light towards her crotch and parted her legs.
    "Look Amanda, " she said breathlessly." Watch the fabric embrace
my vagina. Try to draw that, my angel." 
    "Oh, how beautiful, "Amanda gasped. "It seems so smooth."
    "Yes," the teacher answered. "I'm clean shaved."
    "Oh!" She tried to concentrate and draw a few lines. Then she
looked again. Her teacher's vagina was only inches from her blushing
face. She wetted her lips with her tongue and she could sense the
smell of the woman so clearly. She could see the lips and the moist
spot that grew bigger.
    "Oh," she whispered once again while she tried to draw the piece
of art that was in front of her. But the pencil wouldn't do as she
intended. She just had to look again. Wasn't she closer now? Wasn't
the aroma so much stronger? Wasn't the spot so much bigger? Didn't her
legs shudder and didn't her breathing become louder?
    Amanda wasn't sure if it was she that leaned forward or the crotch
that came closer but her lips were so close to the satin clad hill.
Now she felt the fabric and both girl and woman throbbed. But the
teacher pulled away and Amanda gasped disappointed. 
    "That's so sweet of you to kiss me there," the woman said in a
soft voice. "Do you want to do it again?"
   "Yeaaah." The answer was barely audible. 
   "Wait." The teacher disappeared and soon returned to the blushing
girl.
   "Look at this," Erica said and showed a painting to the girl. It
was a painting of Amanda, with a lust-full expression on her face,
riding the face of a woman. It left no doubt that it was Erica. 
    "Oh, miss. Miss!" the girl moaned. She was almost on the verge of
a breakdown. But Erica loved these kind of games. Make the girls
begging to satisfy her.
    "Now I want you to draw a picture of what you want to do," she
said. She took off her panties.
    "Here, take them and smell them. It will inspire you." As in a
trance the girl took the wet panties. Oh, how sweet she is, Erica
thought. Cute, confused and horny. She sat down and lit a cigarette.
She saw the girl inhale her aroma. She let it fill her nostrils and
then she closed her eyes. 
     Then the girl set forth. Fast and almost as in rage.  She drew
Erica standing with her legs apart. Before her was Amanda, kneeling.
Erica held her head and forced it to her sex. When Amanda was done
Erica took the drawing and studied it closely. She felt the girls eyes
on her pussy and she saw how she took one breast in her hand and how
her tongue wet her lips. 
    "Oh, Amanda, I love your drawing. " She rose and turned around.
Showed her ass to the young girl. Parted it.
    "Do you think that my behind is beautiful, sugar?"
    "Yes miss, it's so sexy."
    "Draw how you kiss it!" Again the pen started it's dance over the
empty paper. Amanda's left hand was now hugging her wet panties and
Erica was caressing her tight bud with her fingers. 
     When the teacher saw the drawing her heart skipped a beat. The
girl was really horny now and it showed in her painting. Amanda had
drawn her teacher lying on the stomach while Amanda opened her globes
and pressed her mouth between her cheeks.  Mmm, she wanted the girl
right now. But she knew that this moment was special. Never ever had
she had such a willing and horny pupil and she knew that she could
make the girl draw even nastier things.  Make her do things she always
wanted. The forbidden things that had tempted Erica for so long.
Things she had only imagined and seen on her own drawings. And now she
had her opportunity,
     "You are such a talent, my sweet harlot," Erica's hand caressed
the girl's chin, her mouth. The girl eagerly kissed them, sucked them
in. "My sweet angel and harlot."
     "Oh, miss, I...Let me, I want to...let me taste you..."
     "Yes, my Angel, you will do that, soon," Erica said. "But we are
in no hurry. Tonight you will experience everything you ever dreamt
about, and then more. But your drawings, Amanda. Your drawings make me
crazy. And in your condition they will only get better. Can you see
that? And I want to see more of your naughty drawings, my sweet
harlot. 
     "Yes miss, I know.  I didn't think I was able to do this. It's so
good, so.... Exciting. I'm so horny miss. So horny."
     Erica emptied the big bowl of fruit on the table. She held it in
front of her and the girl look puzzled at her teacher. 
     "Look closely now. Look at my fountain," Erica sighed. "Watch and
use this in your next drawing." The girl watched breathlessly as her
teacher let loose of her bladder and a golden jet 
cascaded into the bowl and filled it. The masturbating girl didn't
believe her eyes. She was still a moment after Erica had finished. And
the girl felt her teacher's expectations.
    Once again the girl started her furious drawing and she was doing
it fast, so that her mind shouldn't be able to protest against the
pictures she saw inside her head. Erica put the bowl close to Amanda
so she could smell the aromatic fluid. Amanda let it fill her nostrils
but she didn't look up. Erica watched her, caressing her sex. The
drawing was even better than she hoped for. There Amanda was, sitting
before her teacher holding up a glass before the peeing pussy. Oh,
Erica thought. That's what I'm gonna let her do. Then she saw a new
drawing appear. Now Amanda was looking at the full glass and on the
next one she emptied it.
     Now Erica wanted to hold the girl. Kiss her and make all the
drawings come true. But she saw that the girl, now masturbating
wildly, kept on drawing. Amanda was sitting on the floor, her arms
tied to her back and in front of her Erica was squatting with her ass
towards the girl. Under her there was a plate.
    "I'm so fucking horny," the girl hissed and to Erica's amazement
and, at first, her disgust, she saw a turd coming out of her asshole
landing on the plate.
    "Oh, " she yelled. "What are you doing?" 
    "I'll eat it," the girl hissed in a voice Erica hadn't heard
before. She almost sounded crazy. "I'll eat your turd. I'm so fucking
hot and I wanna eat your shit!" Amanda keep staring at the drawing as
she said this. Erica was terrified. Had she taken this too far?
    "No, no," she whispered. "No Amanda, you can't do that."
    But she saw the girl continue the drawing and she did just that.
Then she raised from the sofa and with a wild look in her face she
approached her teacher. She fell to her knees behind the woman and
pushed her mouth hard between her rounded globes.
    "Shit, Miss," she encouraged, aroused. Her mouth was sucking on
her teacher's anus and her tongue tried to penetrate the muscle. 
    "Shit! I need to eat your shit, miss. Please miss, I'm so fucking
horny." But Erica turned around and look down at the aroused teen.
Amanda was masturbating and suddenly she cried out and shuddered as
the orgasm hit her. Erica hoped that she would calm down now.
    But she just continued her wild masturbation with the same look in
her eyes.
    "I WILL eat shit," she almost yelled. She lifted her ass a bit
while her hand dug deep in her pussy.
    "Nnnnggghhhh," she wheezed as Erica saw a soft brown turd coming
out of the girl. It poured out of her and the foul smell filled the
room. Amanda took a fist full of the brown mess that she 
immediately put in her mouth.
    "Mmmmmm," she said," tastes so fucking good." Her eyes were locked
to her horrified teacher. The girl took another fist full and smeared
it over her face and breasts.
    "Mmmm, it's so nice and warm and nasty, miss. Shit, I'm hot." 
    Erica wasn't unaffected by the scene. Far from it. Her disgust
slowly turned into excitement. Mainly because of the cute pupil's
desire, her heat and the passion in which she carried out the 
perverted act.
     She kneeled in front of the girl and put her hand on the young
wet pussy and Amanda immediately placed her brown hand on her
teacher's breast. She hugged it and made it brown and her mouth was
trying to clean it. Erica let her pupil lead. She just let it happen
and the sharp smell just made her hornier. 
    "Yes, Amanda," she whispered. "Yes." The girl pushed the woman
backwards and took the last of the soft brown pile and placed it
between her breasts. Shoved her face into it. Ate.
    "Oohhh," Erica sighed. The brown smeared girl-face was in front of
her. She could feel the foul smelling breath and see her pink tongue
and the brown stained teeth.
    "Can you do it now?" Amanda asked. "Huh? Can you, miss? Can you
shit?" But Erica didn't answer. She took the girl's head and put her
lips to the girl's. They kissed and their pussies were grinding into
each others while they shared the girl's shit. They came. 
    "Yes," Erica said. "Yes, I can. I'll shit. I'll shit straight into
your mouth. And you are going to eat it all." 
    "Yes, yes." The girl laid down on her back and Erica straddled her
face. 
    "Njjiiaaayyhhh." Two long turds came fast out of her anus and
Amanda caught the first one in her mouth and she hungrily ate it while
her hand was masturbating furiously. The second one rolled off her
face into the floor but when she was done her hungry lips found it.
They also found another pair of lips. Her teacher was curiously
kissing and testing her own shit.
     They rubbed their bodies together. Kissed deep and shared the
teacher's shit while cumming hard many times. Finally Erica came to
her senses but the girl seemed so far away.  It was almost ten o'clock
and Amanda had to leave soon. She carried her into the bathroom and
cleaned her in the shower. While she felt the lovely girl she wanted
to take her to bed and hold her all night. Suddenly the girl started
to cry.
     "Oh my God," she cried. "What have I done? How nasty!"
     "Hush, my angel," Erica comforted. "We both enjoyed it so much.
And you DID want it."
     "I know, but you made me that way."
     "There, there, sweetheart. It's not uncommon to feel shame after
such a passionate filthy lovemaking. And if I'd been your age I'd
probably do the same. But now I don't. I just feel happy. Happy and
peaceful. And excited!"
        "But I did eat my own shit, miss," Amanda's voice was full of
doubt. "And your's too."
        "Mmmm, so did I. And I loved it. And so did you!"
        "No, I didn't."
        "I've never seen such fire in a lover's eyes as I did in
yours."
        "Hmmm, I guess I got a bit excited, huh?"
        "Mmmm, horny as a fox!"
        "But it was nasty. Wasn't it?"
        "Nasty and lovely! And your drawings! I want to keep them." 
        "All of them?"
        "All of them!"

NOTE:  This story was not written by me.  The author would like to
correspond with other lesbians or bi-women with similar interests.
Email wian66@hotmail.com




