All of the usual disclaimers apply. The following story contains very mild scat.
Katie and Julie
It had been a great freshman year at the state college for both Katie and Julie, who had been friends for the longest time and after graduation from high school decided to go to the same college and room together. As the spring term drew to a close, the two girls decided to stay there in the dormitory as Resident Hall Supervisors, which basically meant, to their delight, that they would get free room-and-board, get to continue rooming together, and have almost no real responsibilities, since there were so few students who stayed in their dorm over the summer months who would require close supervision. What a wonderful summer it looked to be for the two lovely 19-year-old young women, two friends who were considerably closer to one another than most best friends were.
Katie, a rather petite black-haired beauty, and Julie, a tall dark-skinned girl with brown wavy hair, had developed over the years a closer relationship than most because, unlike most girls (at least as far as they could tell) they enjoyed what Katie liked to call the "Sapphic delights." Katie had stumbled across a copy of poems written by an ancient woman named Sapphos, who had lived on an island called "Lesbos" back in B.C. times. The poems dealt with love and passion, and particularly the love of one's own gender, and as Katie read those poems as a teenager she had felt tingles creep up her thighs and center on her crotch to the point that, after reading several of the poems she found her panties to be practically dripping wet with her own lust and excitement, and she kept thinking throughout it all that she wanted to share these poems (and their intimations) with Julie, for whom she had always had a secret love that exceeded the bonds of typical childhood friendship.
So of course she eventually shared Sapphos' work with her friend one day when they were at their high school, without telling her exactly what the nature of the poems (or her own desires) were, telling Julie to read them and tell her what she thought of them. A couple nights later Julie had come over to Katie's house and the two of them went up to the bedroom as they usually did, to listen to music, do a little homework, sometimes dance, and always talk intimately about boys, girls, sex, and other important matters. Julie sat down on the bed beside her friend, with the book in hand, and sort of breathlessly ventured in to the subject by saying she really liked these poems, telling Katie that they "spoke" to her in ways that really surprised and excited her. When Katie heard this she immediately felt that familiar tingle in her thighs, and encouraged Julie to tell her more. Julie talked about the material, about the love of one woman for another, about the poems that suggested how a woman would lie with another and then the two of them would experience joy beyond belief. This was something, she said, that made her feel almost giddy, almost dizzy with unspecified feelings. They made her think of Katie, she said quietly, looking shyly over at her friend, who had sidled right up next to her as they sit on the bed, their thighs touching one another, each of their shoulders leaning against the other's. Katie looked up at Julie's pretty face, so close to her own, and peered into her dark eyes, seeing her lashes and the smooth skin of her cheeks and the fullness of her lips. Julie looked at her and wet her lips with her tongue, silently yearning for Katie to say something, to do something. And she did.
Katie had leaned up to Julie's face very slowly, the two of them fully conscious of what was going to transpire, and their lips met, ever so softly, not even a full kiss so much as a touch, a mere brushing of the softness of their lips against one another's, and then Katie leaned back to see Julie's reaction. Julie had closed her eyes and had a small glimmer of a smile playing on her moist lips, so Katie leaned up to her again and kissed her once more, this time fully and with more pressure, her lips opening a bit and drawing Julie into a full and deep kiss as Katie's tongue touched Julie's lightly, their lips pressed together and their hands roaming to one another's shoulders. Both girls felt their hearts beating madly inside their chests, each of them feeling a combination of surprise as well as lust, and they kissed again, and then again, each kiss sending shivers through their frames, each kiss making them both wet with desire. That evening the two girls realized they were more than friends, and their kisses that evening brought them together like lovers.
It took several more weeks following that before the girls went further than kissing and casually touching one another. Katie was the first to make a more serious move, one Friday night when the girls had a sleepover and shared the same king-sized bed. They both had their sleep tees and baggy sleeping shorts on, and as they lay there in the dark, having built up a steamy sense of desire from sharing many wet warm kisses, Katie reached under the covers and allowed her hand to rove over to Julie's thigh, where it caressed the soft smooth skin and then gradually rose higher until it brushed against the pubic hairs, and then again higher still, where her fingertips touched Julie's labia and could feel the wetness that was seeping from her. Katie had continued caressing Julie's thigh and pussy lips for several minutes while Julie lay there and sighed, parting her legs further to allow her best friend to touch her more. She knew she wanted this, both girls knew this felt just right and wonderful, and before long Katie's fingers were touching Julie's clitoris and rolling circles around it lightly and rhythmically and then dipping downward into her sopping wet pussy and bringing some of that moisture up higher and continuing her gentle and insistent masturbation of her friend. It wasn't long before Julie felt the magic electricity of her orgasm beginning to spark from the inside of her thighs, running down both legs and then back up to her tummy and down again to her pussy, an electric charge of lust that she felt was pouring out of her and then which simply exploded in a hot and shivering orgasm the like of which she had never before experienced. Her legs and body shook and almost twisted with passion and release, and Katie's fingers had stayed there in the hot depths of Julie's spasming pussy for what seemed like many minutes, gently caressing her and gradually bringing her back down to earth, a changed woman, one who finally understood how good it felt to be loved and to have such a wonderful and fulfilling physical release such as she had just experienced.
Over the next couple years as they finished high school, the girls developed their relationship further, exploring each other's bodies whenever they had the opportunity, kissing like fools whenever they could sneak a moment together, and making love whenever they spent the night together. No wonder, then, that they decided to go to the same college and room together. Over the course of their freshman year they had continued their loving explorations of their sexual desires, finding ever more ways to satisfy the other, licking, tasting, smelling one another, probing and touching one another's nether regions at will, including their bottoms and the dark orifice that for both of them held the last and most taboo and yet most appealing attraction. Their fingers were constantly touching and sliding up into one another as they shared their bed at nights, and sometimes when they would play with one another's bottoms ("Just call it an `asshole,' dear," Katie would say with mock sternness) they would experience the very heights of pleasure. Katie couldn't explain it, and neither could Julie, but both of them really got off when they engaged in anal play, especially licking and sniffing one another's bottoms, slipping moist fingers up into one another both in front and in back, and then both of them having long shivering orgasms as they fingerfucked one another's pussies and assholes.
It was one evening early in the summer between their freshman and sophomore years that their activities with one another suddenly elevated to another level. The girls had come home after a movie and sat around on the bed in their room talking and listening to music. Katie did a little texting while Julie painted her fingernails. After about a half-hour Julie was finished, waving her hands in the air to dry her nails. Suddenly she had a pinched look on her face and groaned a little. Katie looked up and said "What's up?" Julie looked at her and said, "Nothing really, just a little cramp I guess." After a few minutes, though, she cringed a bit again and said, "Geez, I guess I have to go to the bathroom, darn it! And my nails are still wet!" Katie laughed and said, "So how are you gonna wipe?" Julie looked over her shoulder at her as she headed to the bathroom. "I guess you're gonna have to wipe me!" And she disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door open as always.
Katie waited a few moments and then followed Julie into the bathroom. Julie was sitting on the toilet, a contented look on her face. She smiled demurely up at Katie and said, "Thank you, my love, I hope you don't mind." And then she farted. The smell wafted up towards Katie and she could detect the faint odor of Julie's poop (and as she recognized it she said to herself, Just call it "shit" you dummy). Both girls laughed, and then Julie farted again, and the odor was again heavy with shit, and it was clear she was ready to go. "You want me to wait here for you?" Katie asked, almost breathlessly, because she could feel her pussy getting damp just in the few moments she had been in the bathroom with Julie. Julie said "Please, by all means take a seat" and smiled, so Katie sat on the edge of the tub in front of her friend. She could see between Julie's legs and into the dark interior of the bowl because Julie had parted her legs a little. Julie grunted and paused, then grunted again, and Katie could see as she watched through Julie's legs the appearance of a dark log of shit. The turd gradually lengthened and the smell rose in the room until both girls were practically dizzy with the fumes and, more importantly, with the lust that the fumes were creating in both of them. Finally the log dropped into the water with a small splash, and then another shorter turd appeared and dropped into the water.
Julie, whose eyes had closed while she deposited the load, had been having simply the nastiest thoughts while she had done so. Katie, in her turn, could hardly keep from asking Julie to stand up and turn around so she could see the rosy wrinkled orifice of her lover. Instead, Katie stood up and in a shaky voice asked, "Ready to be wiped?" Julie leaned as far forward as she could, holding her hands in front of her so as not to mess up her wet nails, and said yes. Katie took some toilet paper in her hand and peered at Julie's beautiful white bottom, which she had often looked at before, but never under these circumstances. More than ever she felt the familiar lust, however, even as she saw Julie's wrinkly anus with smears of brown shit around the edges of it. The smell was terrific as it rose to her nostrils, the smell of her friend's bottom driving her to a pussy-soaking mini-orgasm just from looking at it, the tingles radiating from her pussy like sparks. She reached down and, drawing her hand upwards, wiped at Julie's bottom, watching as a patch of brown shit accumulated on the paper, and she dropped it into the bowl.
She took another piece, a thinner piece this time on purpose, and wiped upwards again. This time her finger penetrated the thin paper and her finger slid almost immediately up into the moist passage of Julie's asshole. "Oohhh, my, yes," Julie said, closing her eyes and leaning farther forward. Katie took the hint and slid her finger deeper into Julie's bottom, all the way up to her knuckles, and felt the smooth hot moistness of the interior of Julie's ass. She churned her finger around just a little bit and Julie moaned softly again. Katie drew her finger out very slowly, the paper dropping into the bowl as she held her finger up before her. It was lightly streaked with some of Julie's brown shit, and the odor of it was strong in her nostrils as she sniffed it in. She reached down again, this time without toilet paper, and slid her finger around the wrinkled orifice, and then again slid it up inside her friend's bottom. By this time Julie had a hand between her own legs and was rubbing her pussy, its wetness increasing by the second as she felt Katie's finger probing deeply into her ass, feeling so damn good and full and wonderful there, and suddenly she felt the shivers of her orgasm overwhelming her and she shuddered and shook for a full minute as Katie continued to gently probe and fingerfuck Julie's asshole. Finally her orgasm settled down to a sort of buzz that seemed to radiate from her pussy throughout her entire body, and Katie withdrew her finger and held it under her nose for a moment, smelling Julie's aroma, feeling her own pussy just soak in its juices, wanting to do more of this because, to her amazement, this was more exciting than anything else she had ever done in her life.
The girls stood and Julie looked at her friend, their eyes meeting and slight abashed smiles glimmering on their lips. "Gee, thanks, you sweetie," Julie said, and leaned forward to kiss Katie on the lips. "I never realized taking a shit would end up so wonderfully!"
"You'll have to paint your fingernails more often I guess," Katie laughed, and they went back into their room. She yearned to continue their newly-discovered play, and knew that as the summer months rolled on, the chances were very, very good that they would. It was going to be an interesting summer.
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