Scathunter Big Poop Log Swallowing Story Scat

She wanted me to lie on my back, which of course I did, feeling the raindrops pinging off my skin like pebbles, causing my nipples to get hard and my pussy to tingle. I could barely keep my eyes open even after narrowing them to tiny slits. Then she straddled my midsection and rubbed her gorgeous tits on mine, the rain causing them to slip-slide against one another. We sucked each other’s nipples and locked our lips together in a deep kiss. Finally, she got to her feet and crouched down over my tits, and told me to get ready “for the load of the century.”

“I hope you’re right,” I replied, “and this rain hasn’t waterlogged your brain into making wild false promises.”

“Keep talking like that and it’s going right in your mouth,” she laughed. Soon I could feel her pushing her anal muscles and then saw and felt a huge turd slither across my tits. The rain masked some of the smell, unfortunately, but what remained was pungent and lovely. Her log was solid but juicy, made even more so by the rain. It was a lot of shit, even for Francene’s standards, and just looking at it I could see it would cover most of the front of me once we started spreading it.

“That’s beautiful, Fran,” I said. “Maybe not the load of the century, but certainly high up on the list of dumps in the annals of shitology.”

“Shitology, is it?” she chuckled. “I think you’re the one with the waterlogged brain. I knew I should have plopped it in your mouth. Here, have some of this instead.” And with that she peed in my mouth and then all over me, though it was hard to differentiate her piss from the rain, except for the taste and it’s warmer temperature. When she finished peeing, we rubbed her shit all over my tits and down to my pussy, getting more excited by the minute. I pulled her down onto me to rub her body into mine getting it dirty and having her suck my tits as well. The shit was so nice and succulent from the rain and spread like smooth butter. Pretty soon I was covered in it. Delish!

I told her it was my turn and she said she wanted it right in her mouth and all over her face. That was typical of Francene, she knew no limits. I knelt facing forward and put my ass over her face. I leaned back putting my hands on the grass so she could lick my asshole getting it even wetter than it was, and then without warning a long log snaked out of my ass and into her mouth. I filled her mouth up as she moaned softly taking as much of my turd in as she could. Then she held my thighs so I couldn’t lift off of her as I finished going. Instead, she pushed her face deep into my ass crack, squishing my shit all over her face.

“Didn’t trust me, Fran, to smoosh it all over your face?” I joked. “You know me better than that, love.” I then plowed my ass onto her face, plastering the shit all over it. Her entire face, from her hairline to her chin, was coated in a thick layer of creamy brown sludge. This was the kind of scat-play we both loved to engage in, and it could get pretty extreme. I kept rubbing my ass across her face hard, wondering how much of this treatment she would take. Somebody else would have pushed me off and said, “Enough, already!” but not her, nothing was ever enough for Francene. That’s why I love scatting with her so much.

We made love on the grass, both of us shit-covered, sucking each other’s tits and pussy, finger-fucking one another’s asshole. I don’t know how many times we came, but I’m glad it was raining so hard so our moans and cries could be drowned out at least a little bit. When we had exhausted each other we just lay there sprawled out on the grass, letting the rain wash our bodies off. A little while later the rain let up quite a bit, giving me a chance to get to my apartment safely before it started pouring again.

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So here I am once more reposing naked in my bathtub, my favorite writing location, but for once not covered in shit. Francene and I had a nice long shower and bath at her house before I left, and in that pristine condition I remain, at least for now. I’m ready to finish telling you about the scat cruise she and I went on. I already told you about scatting with Hattie and Bernice, the two women from Texas, and especially Gordon; it’s in the chapter before this one in case you missed it.

Patterns began to form aboard ship, routines established by the second day. One routine I followed closely involved Gordon and his three traveling companions, Mark, Jessica, and Tricia. Every morning, often before anyone else, they would come out of their stateroom together, sometimes totally covered in shit already, other times not, and sit together by the pool. They were an extremely intimate foursome, and the loving attention they showered on each other as they scatted in every combination possible, was awe-inspiring. I thought they must have known each other a long time and were lucky to all share their scat fetish at the same intensity.

Francene and I spent a lovely afternoon with Jessica and Tricia drinking gin and tonics and playing a somewhat altered version of Trivial Pursuit. Our version was very similar to the regular one, with one slight difference, as you’ll see shortly.

“First things first,” Tricia said, as she placed two large melamine plates on the two queen-sized beds we had pushed together in their stateroom. (We were naked, of course.) “Everyone needs to take a shit on the plates. I also have a couple of containers of shit that the four of us filled yesterday we can use.”

Jessica grinned, “Mark’s going to be pissed if we use up all that shit from yesterday; he was looking forward to putting that to good use on us later tonight.”

“He won’t mind once he sees who we used it up with. You made quite a hit with him, Francene. You, too, Rita, with Gordon. Both of you keep coming up in their conversations.”

“I’m sure they’re just happy they found two scat lovers as intense about it as they are, as all four of you are, on this cruise, that’s all,” I replied. They smiled but remained silent, and then Tricia reminded us we needed to shit on the plates. Jessica and I shit on one plate, several medium sized logs from me, two longish ones from her; both piles filled our plates to overflowing. The smell of shit began to fill the stateroom, all of us inhaling it with great satisfaction.

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