My heart raced with anticipation as I eagerly awaited my first ever lesbian scat experience with the infamous Samantha Starfish. She was known for her love of getting dirty, and I couldn't wait to taste her sweet, stinky poop. She squatted down above me, completely naked, and released a small fart. The smell filled my nostrils and made me shiver with delight. This was it - this was what I had been waiting for.
As she began to poop, I lay there expectantly, my mouth wide open, ready to receive her delicious offerings. The first small piece of chocolate from her asshole missed my lips and landed in my wild curly hair - she reached down and tenderly fed it to me. The taste was indescribable; sweet yet slightly savory with an underlying essence of her unique scent. It was more delicious than anything I could have imagined.
I licked my lips and moaned in approval, signaling for more. Samantha obliged, letting another piece of her precious poop fall into my eager mouth. I savored every bite, swirling it around my tongue while running my fingers through my sopping wet pussy and experimentally touching my own asshole. The mixture of her fresh poop and my arousal was overwhelmingly intoxicating.
When she finished filling my mouth with her divine treasures, I climbed on top of her, giving her a clear view of my own asshole. She watched intently as I pushed out small turds, each one smaller than the last. She eagerly sucked on each one, taking in both my poop and her own saliva. Our mouths were filled with the rich taste of filth and sweetened shit, our kisses sloppy and passionate.
She finally pulled away, grinning from ear to ear. "Your turn," she said with a wink. I obligingly laid down on the floor and spread my legs wide, revealing my dripping wet pussy and asshole. Samantha carefully reached inside my ass, gathering up some of my savory turds to use as lubricant. She immediately inserted a finger, causing me to gasp and moan in pleasure.
And then she pulled out her strap-on dildo - it was shaped like a massive, shiny turd. She lubed it up and slowly pressed it against my puckering asshole, pushing it inside me inch by excruciating inch. I arched my back and shook uncontrollably, overcome with pleasure and pain as the thick shit cockFill me up completely. She began thrusting, and I threw my head back, unable to contain my moans of ecstasy.
I wanted her to feel the same sensation, so I switched positions and mounted her, poop-coated dildo pressed against her asshole. She gasped and bucked underneath me, her eyes rolling back in her head as I filled her up with the same warmth and filth that she had given me. Our hips slapped together in rhythm, our sweat and poop mixing together to form a slick, gooey mess.
I could feel my own orgasm building within me, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I slammed into her one last time before collapsing on top of her, my body shuddering with release. She held me tight as we both recovered.
Afterward, we lay there in a heap of our own waste, panting and sweating. We kissed passionately, our lips and tongues tasting of each other's cum and excrement. It was a beautiful, sticky mess. We grinned at each other, proud of our filthy endeavors.
We cleaned up the room, laughing and giggling as we scrubbed away the evidence of our dirty deeds. We sprayed each other down in the shower, washing off every last bit of scat. But even then, the smell lingered, a reminder of our intense and taboo encounter.
We almost felt naked without the smell of poop clinging to us, so we smothered ourselves in our own saved supply. Our skin gleamed with a dirty brown hue, each stroke across our bodies leaving trails in the air. We looked like works of art, a mural of sorts.
We spent the rest of the day wrapped around each other, our noses buried in each other's necks and our fingers playing with our dirty assholes. It was the most incredible experience of my life, and I knew I wanted more. As we drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but wonder who would be next to join our scatty little club of debauchery.
The following day, I couldn't help but ask Samantha to demonstrate how she cleaned her pussy after such intense playtime. She pulled out a large syringe filled with warm water and slowly inserted it into her dripping wet slit. She winced but didn't protest as she squirted out thick white strands of cum and poop, filling the syringe. She handed it to me, grinning. It was now my turn to experience the salty-sweet mixture that was uniquely hers.
That night, as I lay alone in bed, my fingers explored my newly stretched asshole. I imagined Samantha's face as she played with me, replaying our whole dirty affair in my head. I couldn't wait to do it again. Who knew getting dirty could feel so good?
