Disclaimer: This is a story EXTREME SCAT (i.e., shit, puke, piss) and other depravities. Do not read if younger than 18. This is entirely fantasy and does not represent any real people. This is the last story from The Scat Frat. I hope you like it and that you've enjoyed the series. Email is always welcome.
The rest of the semester went quickly and before you knew it, the brothers at Sigma Alpha Upsilon were preparing to say goodbye to our six graduating seniors. It was bittersweet for sure. Of course, every SAU who was leaving the house would go on to pursue their destined paths of power and influence in the world. Our families' wealth, and their degrees from the most prestigious university in the country, would ensure every door was opened for them. Soon they would be contributing to the vast network of quiet authority and control that SAU families exerted over the globe. They would be taking their rightful places in ensuring our perverted and degenerate family ways continued for generations to come.
Still, I was sad knowing that I wouldn't have this eclectic group of six hot, filthy pigs to fuck and shit and puke with anymore. Given it was our last night together, we'd converted our main first-floor room into a warehouse-style sex club, filled with a dozen slings and rim seats, along with assorted couches, beds, mats, and bathtubs. A few SAU brothers had also added some of their favorite kinky settings like barber chairs, medical exam stations with stirrups, and massage tables. Many members of the fraternity were already enjoying the sexually-charged atmosphere, while others drifted in as they wrapped up their busy end-of-the-year schedules.
I went looking for Will, the brother who had first greeted me when I arrived at the house all those months ago. The senior would be leaving with the rest of his graduating brothers in the morning. The horny tattooed Cajun was still wearing his filthy white wifebeater, stiff and stained from countless rivers of piss, cum, and chewing tobacco drool. He was making out with two other brothers on one of the couches, all three with their lips packed to the bursting point with dip. The brown slobber they were generating was a torrent of spit that they smeared around over their three faces as they snogged. Will had his dripping tongue up the nose of one guy who was blowing chunks of boogers and snot back out, which Will promptly streaked across their wet lips. The two younger brothers' bare chests were marked with the same rivulets of dark brown streams that flowed down Will's white tank top.
I stood watching the chew-fueled make out session, slowly stroking my cock as the three men's slobbering became more and more frenzied. Globs of slick tobacco muck coated their faces as they spit and drooled over each other. Will locked eyes with me as he moved back and forth swabbing out the mouths of his two partners. His stiff cock was oozing a steady stream down the shaft, and so I dropped to my knees and swallowed his throbbing meat down my throat. Never breaking our eye contact, I slobbered on his knob while he drooled down the chins of our brothers. While I bobbed up and down on Will's cock, I reached up with my hands and squeezed the hard pig nipples that jutted under his stained crusty shirt. Will moaned as I worked his tits and cock, and as the pigs on either side of him swabbed out each of his nostrils. Soon the multiple ministrations to our senior brother's pleasure sent him over the edge, and hot, premium pig batter began shooting down my throat. He grinned with happy contentment, knowing that he'd be hard and ready for more action in a few minutes, even as I slurped the last globs of cum from his impressive cock.
"Happy graduation," I said to my brother, rising off my knees to give him a quick tongue swabbing through his chew-filled mouth, leaving him with just a taste of his own delicious pig jizz. He went back to making out with our fellow SAUs and I wandered over to one of the mats, grabbing a thick rolled joint along the way. I sparked up the fattie and sprawled out, letting the superior grade of weed work its magic through my body. I absently played with my loose, greasy cunt lips while I smoked. There was a full Crisco can nearby and I plunged my hand into it, collecting a giant glob of lard that I smeared over my puffy hole and just into the inner chamber. I could feel the thick wad of grease begin to soften and liquify in my hot cunt, slicking my walls. I could also feel the tip of the massive shit I had packed up there, which I'd been holding in all day. As I got more and more stoned, I slipped my fingers in easily to pinch and twizzle the end of my turd with my greasy, wet hand. Soon my fingers were slick with a mixture of shit and lard, that I casually smeared over my cock and across my nipples, before diving back into my trench for another round of piggy goo.
My slow, sensual shitplay did not go unnoticed, and another of my senior brothers headed towards me as I shamelessly fingered and smeared myself. Winston's family ran one of the world's largest pharmaceutical companies, which in turn supplied SAU with an endless array of party pills that kept us hard and horny. When Winston turned 16, his father began working out with him, and started them both on stacks of experimental steroids from the lab that delivered fantastic results. In the years since, Winston had morphed into a veiny beast of massive muscles with a huge, sexy bubble roid gut. Not content with his muscle growth, Winston was an avid pumper and regularly saline-infused his balls. He told me his father was giving him silicone injections for graduation so that he could morph his junk to epic levels. His goal was to become a beautiful elephantine god with a ten-pound cock and barely-sheathed muscles under a bulging network of veins. Even without his graduation gift, Winston's entire package tonight was hornily puffed to gigantic proportions, flopping and swaying majestically below his distended belly as he walked over and plopped down alongside me.
He began moving his fingers in tandem alongside mine inside my greasy cunt. We reached in together to the increasingly-mushy log of shit resting in my guts. Like tender lovers, we stroked each other's fingers and interlaced them around the wet turd. The fact that we did this inside my floppy hole made it all the hotter. Then we slowly pulled back out, clutching clumps of broken-off shit in our fingers. Winston fed me my shit, and I sucked it out of his hand and off his fingers with long, languid strokes of my lips and tongue. Meanwhile, I used my greasy and shitty paw to coat his bloated cock, smearing it with my Crisco-enhanced sewage. Once Winston's fingers were clean, he leaned in for a tongue-fueled exchange of spit and liquid shit, all while deftly inserting his fingers back into my cunt for more.
As three, then four meaty fingers entered my pig guts, and then finally his whole fist, I pushed, allowing the first now-mangled turd to squoosh through Winston's fingers and down his wrist. Once going, the rest of my massive shit flew down my greased-up tunnel like a log shoot. My SAU brother was opening and closing his fist inside me, and the turds passed through and around his fingers on their way out of my obscenely gaping and farting wet cunt. When he pulled out of me, Winston's arm was thick with shit, and his enormous fist was bulging with a huge creamy pile that oozed from the edges. He brought the greasy slurry up to my face and mashed it into every orifice, shoving it into my drooling mouth, up my nose, over my eyes, down my chin, and into my ears. He scooped up the piles of mush that lay on the mat outside my hole and painted me again and then again. He reached back into my cunt to gather any remaining bits before spackling the shit on me in thicker and thicker layers. All my senses were given over to the pile of pig shit that filled my world. I couldn't see or hear, but the smell, taste, and feel of shit filled my brain and made me quiver with filth-fueled lust.
I have no idea how long I hung in that state -- perhaps minutes, perhaps an hour. And just when I thought I couldn't bear any more, Winston's probing mouth was back, slurping the shit off my lips and tonguing it out of my nose and out of my ears. He cleaned me like a lapping puppy, this enormous giant of a man slobbering me back to reality. I moaned in pure ecstasy. At last, the sounds of the rutting orgy around me began to return, and lastly, I opened my eyes to Winston's final tongue bathing. He smiled at me. "I'm going to miss you," he said lovingly. Then he stood up, pointed his bloated, floppy cock at my face and unleashed a torrent of piss, hosing me down in a firehose of rank pig urine. I squirmed under the geyser in pure happiness. When Winston's pumped-up dick finally stopped pissing, he bent down for another kiss before saying, "see you," and wondered back into the crowd of shit- and puke-covered pigs around us.
I sat panting on the mat, my gaping ass resting in the pool of greasy piss and shit. My hole was so empty and in my still-stoned haze I longed for something to fill me up again. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around to see yet another graduating senior, my SAU brother Abe. Abe looked like he belonged in the NBA -- a towering 6'10 with the big, black cock to match. He kept his head shaved, and the smooth dark dome was glistening with sweat. "Come with me," he said, hauling me up off the mat and setting out through the thick scrum of naked bodies around us. He led me through the dining hall and kitchen, and finally out the back door to the SAU house's backyard, a long narrow strip of grass surrounded by an enormous privacy fence. The night was hot and sticky, and I wondered what we were doing out here. Then I heard a low, excited bark from the other end of the yard. Abe whistled, and a gorgeous German Shepherd trotted into the sliver of light coming through the back door. Abe dropped down to his knees and rubbed the dog's face and ears lovingly. "This is Rute," he said as Rute instinctively began lavishing slobbery kisses over Abe's face. Abe reciprocated with full tongue and open mouth kisses, the two essentially making out into each other's mouths. I was dripping with horniness ... it was so hot to watch my black SAU brother and his dog French kissing. Abe finally broke off the snogging and said, "Rute, this is Kyle. Time to fuck boy. You want to fuck?"
Rute jumped up and down and twirled in circles with excitement at the word "Fuck." His shiny red cock was already starting to protrude from its sheath. It was long and glistening and looked delicious. Abe wrapped his arms around the excited Germany Shepherd and spoke firmly against his ear. "Lie down." Rute, being a good, obedient dog, lay down immediately. "Roll over," Abe commanded, and Rute turned onto his back, his swollen K9 dick now fully unsheathed. He was enormous, just like his owner. I dropped to the ground and nuzzled my face into his fur and along his shaft, licking it up and back. Abe had also gotten down on the ground with us and was back to exchanging slobbering tongues with his fine canine companion. Rute seemed happy with my gentle tonguing and sucking, and he resisted the urge to thrust into my mouth in part because Abe had a firm hand on him. Instead, he lay with his legs in the air, content as if he was getting a typical belly rub instead of a perverted tongue swabbing by his master's piggish fraternity brother.
Still, I knew what both Rute and I needed. After a few more times up and down his cock with my mouth, I rolled over and positioned myself on all fours. My cunt was still loose from Winston's fisting and all the Crisco that remained up my hole. Abe allowed Rute up too, and the dog quickly began to sniff and lick my puffy pig hole. His tongue felt so good as it explored my trench and his cold wet nose sent shiver up my back as it poked into me. Abe issued the stern command, "Fuck," and Rute stopped lapping at my cunt and in a flash had mounted me. Two quick thrusts slid to either side but the third hit the mark and the German Shepherd sank into my fuck hole. Once buried he began to hump away, his hairy belly warm against my back.
Meanwhile Abe stood up and presented his magnificent black cock to me. Abe's dick was legendary. Other SAUs were thicker or veinier, but few could match the sheer length of Abe's meat -- easily a 13-incher from end to end. What's more, it had a wicked curve that challenged even the most experienced deep-throater, including me. Fortunately for everyone, Abe's favorite thing was the feeling of hot puke on his shaft. Sure enough, as I opened my mouth to take in his long cock, he unceremoniously shoved it down my throat with a single thrust, bottoming out in my ravaged gullet. As his dog jackhammered my cunt with his slimy red cock, Abe's cock quickly became too much for my throat to take. Right on cue I began heaving and retching around his curved monster, followed by a massive hurl of warm, wet puke. If Abe had been in a generous mood, he might have pulled out a bit for me to catch my breath. Instead, he put his hand on the back of my head and held me in place, spasming around his ebony club. Rute picked up the pace on his fucking even as I hurled more and more stomach juice over Abe's cock, and into his curly bush of pubic hairs. Thick throat slop poured in streams off his balls as he moaned and looked down on my strained face and teared-up eyes. "Fuck yeah, you little cracker cocksucker. You can't handle real nigger cock like mine, now can you. Fuck yeah, puke some more on my big nigger cock fucker. Give me that hot puke bath you fucking pig..."
Master and canine were pumping me fasting and faster, spit roasting between a black monster cock and a massive piece of K9 meat. I was puking in rapid succession as they fucked me, flooding over Abe's pubes again and again as my cock jerked and dripped with each hurl. Abe let out a final "FUUUCCKK" and bottomed out his rod in my strained gullet. At the same time, Rute began to fill my cunt with scalding K9 seed. Even as Abe was coming down off his orgasmic high, I could feel Rute's knot entering my hole, expanding like a giant balloon. I screamed around Abe's cock as he pulled it out of my throat. Rute's knot felt like the biggest fist I'd ever taken, but it was growing inside me like a living thing. It was incredible. I was dripping sweat and moaning uncontrollably. Abe took the opportunity to rub his puke-slimed cock back and forth across my face while I drooled and mumbled in ecstasy.
Rute dismounted and turned himself around so that we were butt to butt, his knotted red tube still buried deep in my ravaged hole. My cock was aching for release but there was one last thing I wanted to make my depraved evening complete. At last, Rute's knot deflated enough that it slipped out of me, and he wandered off to lick his junk clean. In a flash my hand was inside my bleeding cunt, swirling around in all the K9 cum he had deposited. I immediately slimed my cock with it and went back for more, which I smeared over my face and chest. Again and again, I gathered the huge puddles of dog jizz and smeared them over me. And when I felt like I had gotten it all, I grabbed my quivering dick and pumped it twice, maybe three times. That was all it took for me to go over the edge and begin spewing huge ropes of cum over my chest. Abe had knelt behind me and massaged the heavy burst of pig batter into my sweaty body. The stink of me was exquisite -- puke and shit, piss and dog cum. It was a beautiful end to the night. Damn I was going to miss these guys when they left tomorrow. Fortunately, there was always a new batch of Sigma Alpha Upsilon brothers each fall, and I still had three more years to enjoy...!