All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story contains mild scat.
Katie and Julie - Part 2
The next couple of days after their bathroom escapade were wonderfully anticipatory on the parts of both young women, both of whom were, in their own individual ways, swept away with the circumstances and activities that had taken place while Julie's nails were drying. Katie could hardly keep Julie out of her mind, not that she wanted to, but even as she went to summer school classes over the next two days she found herself sitting in the lecture hall and feeling enveloped in her own little insular world surrounded by the faint buzz of reality that swirled around her. She would sit fixated on her notebook in front of her but everything was a blur because all she could think about was Julie's beautiful satin bottom and the delightful view of her brown anus and her own finger probing deeply into Julie's dirty bottom, and she could swear that the wonderfully heavy scent of Julie's shit was still seemingly deeply imbedded in her senses. She would sit there and fantasize about it, wanting to do it again, soon, very soon, wanting to descend once again into that wonderfully titillating nether world that had so recently become such a consuming part of her conscious and carnal awareness.
She was nonetheless a little worried that Julie might wonder about her new fascination and perhaps be put off by it, despite the very clear fact that Julie had cum wonderfully and completely while Katie was fingering and cleaning her asshole after she had taken such a satisfying and, how could she not admit, sensual shit, a purging that they both had watched with childlike fascination.
It was this latent fear that kept her from asking directly about it the next night when they lay together in bed, cuddling and caressing one another gently and lovingly, kissing softly and wetly, their tongues lightly and wetly touching, smelling one another's hair and skin and breath and the odor of their armpits and the smell of raw life that drifted off their skin as they lay there together after a long day out in the world. Now they were just where they wanted to be, together alone, feeling the soft touch of each other's fingers on their thighs and the folds of their labia and inside their wet and open lips. It was this latent fear that kept her from simply saying, as she so desired to do, "Julie my love, that was so wonderfully exciting that I want to do it again to you, and for you, I want to watch you again and smell you again as you push it out of yourself, I want to touch you and I want to touch it and hold it in my hand and marvel over the secret and nasty wonder of it all." She wanted so to say that to her lover, and wanted so to have her lover once again present her with the most secret and taboo gift of all.
For her own part, Julie could hardly believe she had actually done what she had, that she had actually taken a shit in front of her best friend and lover--and not only had done it but had actually enjoyed doing it, it and more than that she had felt herself creaming as she did so, and the memory of Katie's finger churning in her dirty bottom was enough to make her get wet just with the thought of it. Katie had always been the more assertive of the two, and Julie had often been the more submissive partner who not only welcomed the advances of her lover but enjoyed the daring extent to which Katie would go in her pursuit of sexual pleasure. Julie couldn't get their escapade out of her head either, and in fact was so consumed with the memories and sensations that she had even played with herself the second day afterwards in a completely unexpected place, when she had gone to the bathroom at the Student Center.
She had sat in the stall in the empty restroom and, after peeing and emitting a nice fart--one that brought the fresh odor of shit to her nostrils--she had reached down between her legs and first rubbed her pussy mound a bit and felt the tingles of pleasure beginning to rise in her tummy. Then she reached down a little further and ran her fingertip over her wrinkly anus a few times, enjoying the hot intimate feeling of it, and had brought her finger up to her nose and smelled it, feeling her stomach quiver when she did so, knowing that she wished it were Katie she were touching and smelling. She had stuck the fingertip into her mouth and moistened it, detecting a faint but not unpleasant taste, and then reached down again and gently inserted the tip into her anus, which gradually opened and allowed easier entrance because it was a bit moist, having not been cleaned. She swirled her finger around a bit and felt her anus loosening up a bit, and then slowly slid her finger further up inside herself, loving the hot tight moist feeling of her asshole closing in on her finger, imagining it was Katie's finger, thinking it was Katie's finger sliding deeply up into her ass, and she closed her eyes and imagined and felt that familiar trembling in her stomach, and then as she slid the finger up a little deeper she felt inside herself a nice firm turd.
She pressed her fingertip into it and then did it again, and as she pulled her finger slowly out she felt her turd slip closer to the entrance, so she pushed her finger inside again and pressed against it more firmly. She drew her finger away and felt the turd practically follow it out as she pulled her finger free and gazed at the brown residue covering the tip. She had felt her heart beating fast as she brought the finger to her mouth and tentatively tasted herself, and the slightly bitter taste was not at all rank or distasteful at all, but more like earthy clay. She had again slipped her moistened finger into her bottom and fingered herself, feeling the rounded tip of her turd just inside her, and with a soft grunt had pushed the turd and her finger out of her bottom, her fingertip sort of catching and holding it momentarily until it fell with a splash into the water beneath her. The odor had risen up around her and she felt her pussy soaking wet with the touches and the nasty thoughts, and so she had rubbed one out right there on the toilet seat in the Student Center bathroom, it didn't take more than another minute, sitting there with her eyes shut and legs spread, feeling her wetness and the softness of her swollen pussy beneath her hand, feeling her stomach tighten and the shivers run up her legs and into her groin until she exploded into a wonderful little orgasm right then and there, and she vowed she would get Katie to assist her again in these unbelievably exciting explorations as soon as humanly possible.
So it was on the third night after their initiation into this new and exciting nether world that the girls found themselves in their dorm room again late in the evening, just puttering about, each of them wearing practically nothing, both out of habit as well as hope, as they read and listened to music and organized their clothes and books and gear. Katie became immersed in a book by Colette while Julie texted out a message to her chemistry partner, and after a bit Julie got up and disappeared into the bathroom. After just a minute her voice called out to Katie: "Hey Sweetie, can you help me out again? My nails are wet!" Katie perked up instantly to the cue, and felt her heart skip a beat immediately. What she noted in particular was that she hadn't noticed Julie painting her nails, nor had she smelled the familiar acrylic odor of polish. She hoped beyond hope as she padded across the room towards the bathroom that Julie was waiting for her with the same request that she had made three nights earlier. She was not to be disappointed.
Julie was sitting on the toilet again, but not in the usual position. She had instead seated herself facing the tank, so that her broad satiny bottom was facing outward as she leaned forward. Her heart was racing as she sat there, knowing full well that her longing was more than clear, and hoping that Katie wouldn't be disturbed or disgusted by this out-of-character assertion of sexual desire. She should have known Katie better by then, because it was all Katie could do to prevent herself from immediately diving to her knees and burying her face between the lovely light brown cheeks of Julie's beautiful bottom. Instead, Katie demurely asked, with a wry smile on her face, "Would you like me to clean your bottom again, my dear? We wouldn't want you to mess up your nails, would we?" She noticed Julie's hands resting above the tank's cover, and as she expected there was no wet nail polish to be seen. Julie looked up into Katie's eyes and their conspiratorial smile told the other that whatever the girls were up to was not only going to be alright, it would possibly be downright wonderful.
Katie sat on the edge of the tub again and peered at Julie's bottom only a foot or so away. Julie was bending forward somewhat, arching her back so Katie could see the depression on both sides of her spine at the small of her back, above the broadening sweep of her ass, and she jutted her ass back as she did so in order that Katie could see clearly down the crack of her ass all the way to her brown asshole. Katie could smell very faintly the aroma of Julie's ass, but it was quite faint and she could see that Julie had apparently not done her business yet. As she sat there for a moment and watched, she placed her hands on either side of Julie's ass and slightly spread the cheeks so she could see her crack and anus more clearly yet. She could see only a few inches away from her face the beautiful brownish-rose anus of her lover, lovely and inviting. She watched as Julie's anus sort of fluttered and then emitted a little brap of a fart, and then a second one, and the odor or shit rose to Katie's nostrils. "Oh Sweetie," she laughed, "was that for me?" She sniffed in noisily to let Julie know that she liked it. "All for you, love," said Julie, and she arched her back again and pushed a bit harder. Another fart came out, louder and with a heavier odor, and then she felt something move inside her, and she pushed again.
As Katie gazed at Julie's bottom she saw her brown wrinkly anus pooch out and then settle back again, then it pooched out once more and opened slightly and Katie could see just inside the entrance the small brown tip of a turd. She took one hand and poked a finger very gingerly at the entrance and could feel the slick tip of the turd; she pressed slightly against it and then withdrew her finger. She brought it up to her nose and sniffed it, and as she did so she felt her pussy get wetter and her tummy start to tingle. Her heart was racing as she leaned forward, very slowly, parting Julie's butt cheeks with her hands and putting her face right up into the crack of Julie's ass and sniffing mightily, and then putting her lips over Julie's anus and kissing it deeply, her tongue touching and probing it wetly, sucking and probing it, and her pussy grew so wet she thought she would burst. She could feel Julie pushing slightly, she could feel the outpressing of Julie's swollen asshole against her lips.
Both girls trembled, neither of them sure what might happen from that moment, Julie wanting and yet not sure if she wanted her to take her gift and Katie wanting to take it and not sure how far to go in receiving it. And then Katie with the tip of her tongue could feel the tip of Julie's turd. Julie almost shook with excitement as she felt this, and her stomach churned with the desire to push her log of shit all the way out so Katie could see it, could see the extent to which she was willing to give of herself to the woman she cared for so, so she could see how much she loved her. And she gave in to her desire and pushed.
The brown log of shit began to emerge from Julie's slowly blossoming bottom, a thick and firm brown log that very slowly slipped out towards Katie's face as she watched from only inches away, the smell very strong and heavy as the shit emerged and lengthened to three and then four inches, tapered and then dropped with a splash into the stool. Katie instinctively leaned forward and licked at Julie's open asshole, licked fiercely at the brown and funky opening and tasted her lover's shit on her tongue, tasted the slightly salty and earthy flavor of her lover's bottom. She flattened her tongue and pressed it firmly against Julie's anus, laving her brown asshole and smelling her and tasting her and cleaning her so she shone.
As she did so Julie, who had dropped one hand to her pussy as she had been leaning forward, came to a shivering orgasm that rolled over her like a wave, from the top of her head down her back and bottom to her heels and back up to her pussy, causing her to practically shake with the pleasure of her release, gripping the toilet tank and jutting her satiny bottom out towards her lover as she gradually came down from her orgasmic high. Katie had been rubbing her own pussy at the same time, which was absolutely soaking with her juices, and she rolled her fingers over her clitoris once more and finally felt herself explode with leg-shaking pleasure, quivering and shivering and resting her head down on Julie's bottom near the small of her back, smelling Julie's shit rising from beneath her, feeling the last shuddering of her cum recede along with Julie's, and after a minute or two the two girls gradually sat up and brought themselves slowly back to reality.
"God, that was so good," Julie said as she rose and turned to face Katie. Katie stood and looked up into Julie's eyes. She leaned upwards and Julie bent her face down to her and they kissed, lightly and lingering, their tongues barely touching the other's, and Julie could taste herself faintly on Katie's tongue, and she liked it. She liked it, and she wanted to taste Katie in the same way.
"You know, Sweetie," Katie said as she caressed Julie's arm and then proceeded out of the bathroom, "I don't think we really have to do this in the bathroom any more. It might be easier and more fun on the bed, don't you think?"
Julie laughed lightly and agreed, saying, "And I don't think I have to paint my nails for us to do it, either." They both looked at Julie's dry fingernails and laughed.
"No," Katie said, "You don't have to protect your dainty wet nails anymore. In fact, maybe you ought to be prepared for those fingers and fingernails to get a little bit dirty the next time we fool around like this."
They looked at each other and smiled. God, this was going to be a hell of a summer, wasn't it?
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