****** Purely A Fantasy: What If Jen and Stu Met? by Stu Bers ******
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Purely A Fantasy: What If Jen and Stu Met?


I got off the plane and entered the movable ramp. She told me she'd come to the
airport. But what does she look like? As luck would have it, there was a little
old lady walking in front of me. If you see me in the supermarket waiting to
check out, get in another line - I'm always in the slowest, or the register
breaks down. Of course, I can't move around the woman, so, resigned, I walk
slower knowing that the extra minute really doesn't matter.

I've never been to Denver before, so I don't know the airport. But like most
other places, a huge crowd waits around the portal with shouts of glee, waves
and hugs and kisses. Was it like this when the Broncos won the Super Bowl?
Finally, I get through the door to be greeted by this mass of humanity. I
should have gotten off last. That way, if Jen were actually coming, she would
be the last; I would be the last. I look around, lost, for sure. A woman with
brown hair has a sign, a piece of notebook paper with "Stu" on it. Short and to
the point. I walked over.

"You have to be Jen."

"Your powers of observation are keen."

"I'm not a rocket scientist, but I think I know how to add."

"Let's get your suitcase and we can get out of here."

And out of here is what we did. Jen lives about 25 minutes from the airport. We
used the time in the car constructively. "Let's get right to the point," Jen
said. "You didn't come out here to ski or see the sights. I'll give you my
bottom line and you give me yours."

"Au contraire. I did come to see the sights. I want to see the round hills of
your ass over my face feeding me your offal directly to my mouth. I want to rub
out shit over your boobs; I want you to rub it over my cock. I want to sixty-
nine with our parts covered in shit. I know you're into women, but I'd still
like to fuck. Pussy, ass, mouth, I don't care. If I come in your cunt, I'll
suck my sperm out. If I come in your mouth, we'll have a passing frenzy. If I
come in your ass, well, you may have to feed me sperm laden shit. You can stick
one finger in my ass, if you can you can shove your whole goddamn hand in. In
short I want to have some fun."

"I guess you told me. I'll feed you, you can feed me. You can try putting your
hand up my ass; I'll rub you so your entire body is shit brown. I'll piss in
your mouth and make you drink every drop."

"It sounds as if we'll have a great weekend. My bottom line is that I don't do
the domination scene. Everything is mutual. Ask me to do stuff, don't order
me."

"Fine by me."

We finally got to Jen's home. It's not a mansion, but it isn't a closet either.
She was well prepared. The bed had a plastic bed sheet under a regular sheet.
Frankly, the bedsheet was stained, so I don't think it was Jen's first time
doing this. There were plastic sheets on the floor of the bedroom around the
bed and leading to the bathroom. Shit is sure fun, but a pain in the ass (pun
intended) to clean up.

"You can put your bag in the other room and put your clothes there too. I know
it's a little warm in here. It's an expense I make but when shit and piss cools
on the body, one tends to chill. So what may be uncomfortable now, will be just
cozy later. Do you need anything?"

"A couple of things. I need to pee like a bear. But I also need something to
drink. I had a few cans of soda on the plane, but I'm worried about later."

"Strip down, and I'll get something to drink."

When Jen returned, she had a couple of beers in her hand and was as naked as
the day she was born. "Do you like beer? I know the old saying, you don't drink
it, you only rent it. So we'll have a renewable resource."

"Why don't you lie down on the bed? I'll give you something renewable to
drink."

Jen put herself in the middle of her queen-sized bed. I stood next to her so I
could hose her down. I hadn't pissed since this morning, and even with the time
change, it had been a while since I peed. It didn't start as a dribble. The
first shot hit Jen squarely between her tits. "Don't worry, babe, I'll wash you
down." I wet her boobs well and moved up to her face. Instinctively, Jen opened
and I squirted my juice into her mouth. She swallowed from time to time with
the urine still going over her face. For effect, I shot at her hair as well.
With more pee left inside, I started down her body. I wet down her boobs again
and continued on to her snatch. For fun, I wet down her legs as well, but I
didn't want to waste too much of my elixir there. Unfortunately, like all good
things, my urine ran out. There were puddles on and around Jen.

"Come down and lick me. Come lie in your piss."

How can a gentleman pass up such an invitation from a lady? I lapped at the pee
in her navel; I sucked each areola clean. I dove into her twat tasting my own
urine. I lay down on top of her rubbing my dry body on her urine covered one.
Jen threw her arms about me and hugged me tightly. She turned me over so I now
lay in the puddles formed in the bed by the plastic sheet. The cotton bedsheet
can only absorb so much.

"That was great," cooed Jen, "but you came to see the Rockies, didn't you."

Jen put her knees by my face. I looked directly into the vee between her legs.
I knew it was coming, but still, it's a shock albeit a wonderful one. Jen
started to pee on my face. I drank to my heart's content. She moved around
covering my face thoroughly with her urine. Not to be undone, she stopped,
stood next to me and pissed over my very hard cock. "Don't move."

Now she turned around. "Ready for a scene of the Rockies most people don't
get?" The two mounds of her ass descended toward my face. Before anything could
happen, I leaned forward and started to rim the brown hole in the crevasse
between the hills. Jen was moaning with pleasure. I stuck my tongue into the
hole only to feel something hard. Jen's a real pro. Wordlessly, she slowly
started to push. The sphincter dilated and puckered as the turd started to
emerge from her body. I didn't need to be told what to do. I put my mouth
around the turd. Jen knew when to cut it off. I lie back on the bed--covered
with piss and a piece of shit sticking out of my mouth. Jen quickly turned
around and covered the other end of the turd with her mouth. She pushed it into
my mouth with her tongue; I pushed it back into hers. The brown saliva dripping
down over us. Our tongues mashed between the sides of our mouths and the turd.
Jen quickly bit the turd into two. She took the part from her mouth and rubbed
it over my chest. It was like a nursery school aged kid with finger paints. I
was turning into a brown canvas. "Keep your hands by your sides. Don't worry,
I've got more shit in me and I know you have plenty too. I'll play a little
bit."

I was still sucking on the turd left in my mouth, swallowing the brown
bitterness but enjoying watching the action. Jen threw herself on me rubbing
her pert bosoms over my chest making them brown as well.

I couldn't resist. I brought my hands from my side and felt the slime over
Jen's boobs. I just had to feel the offal on her beautiful body. I turned us
over and dropped the little bit of the remaining turd from my mouth onto Jen's
chest. I smeared her tits. I laughed a second. "What's so funny?"

"I wondered what it would be like if you were wearing a bra, so I could stuff
the shit into the cups with your boobs."

"Maybe later, I'd have to get up and wash my hands to go into my drawers to get
one out. Nice idea, however."

We went back to painting. "We need more original matter," I stated. I got back
on my back and Jen squatted again over my face. This time, she didn't hold
back. She let go a stream of hot feces that covered my face. She took a handful
from the heap and plopped it onto my hard penis. She laved my cock and balls
with the brown paste. After a few minutes, I pushed Jen onto her back. I took
some of the pile and painted her face. Then I hit two other areas. Of course, I
took a piece of shit and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I pushed that
piece inside so that I knew that whatever entered there next, my finger, my
tongue or my cock, would receive a decent coating of shit. I finger fucked her
and Jen writhed as her orgasm overtook her. Then I took the last remnants of
the pile and gave her a head massage. I've seen shit flicks, and hardly anybody
bathes their partner's hair. We were at it about an hour at this point, and we
were quite a mess.

We looked at each other as if to take a breather. You know how it is when two
sets of eyes meet. We sprang for each other, overcome by the moment, our bodies
covered with excrement and we kissed each other deeply and passionately. Our
tongues intermingled savoring the taste of not only each other, but the brown
bitter feces that covered us. We started to laugh. "I gotta pee again," Jen
said.

"Ok, lie on your back," I offered to her. Jen did and I came and raised her
legs, putting her knees on my shoulders. "Okay, wonder girl, pee over
yourself." Jen started to squirt urine, which dribbled over her tits towards
her face. Then a stream erupted from her landing squarely on her face. "Open
up, drink yourself." Jen did. She swallowed, or at least I thought she did. I
bent over to lick at her pee hole. I drank the last few ounces of her piss as I
licked at her box. My tongue received not only the urine, which flowed from
her, but the shit that I myself shoved in her cunt what seemed only a few
minutes ago. I could feel Jen shudder with her orgasm. When I put her down on
the bed, she came to kiss me again. Only this time, not only did she pass me
her tongue, but a mouthful of her own yellow nectar. It was delicious.

Suddenly, I had a cramp. Jen looked at me and asked what was wrong. It only
then dawned on me that I hadn't defecated since morning. My body was telling me
that it was time to lose a few pounds. "Jen, I have to shit. How do you want to
take it?"

"Squat on the bed and shit on it. Don't worry, you don't have to shit over me,
we'll use this shit, every last piece of it."

The sheet was a mess. It was full of urine and Jen's feces. I guess a little
more wouldn't hurt. Only it wasn't a little more. I let go a doozy of a shit.
Not constipatingly hard, but not diarrhea either. Just a lot of pasty
excrement. When I was done, Jen told me to lie on the bed.

She took little pieces of the pile. As you know, a little shit goes a long way.
[That's as true in life as it is in scat.] Jen painted me in a way I've never
been painted. Of course she started with my face. Then she shoved shit in my
ears. You know the old commercial about chewing tobacco, a little between
'cheek and gum'; well she put some between my cheeks and gums. Not to be
outdone, she rubbed it over my teeth as well. I was rewarded with a little
turdlette to eat. As my chest was already covered, Jen concentrated on my cock
and balls. "Kick your legs up as if over your head," Jen requested. She held my
legs up with one hand and shoved shit into my crack with the other. She put
some back into the hole from which it just exited my body.

Jen could see that I liked that. She started to finger fuck my ass. Being the
lady she is, her fingers are thin. Well, make a long story short, one finger
lead to four. As my ass had never been fisted before, it hadn't been stretched
wide enough for her entire fist. But I'm sure that this Rubicon too, would be
crossed before long. It hurt, but it felt great. Of course, I didn't know the
hiding places Jen had, but she somehow, reached and found a good-sized dildo.

"Suck on this for a minute, get it good and wet. I'll add some other
lubrication." And suck I did. From the pile, Jen added some of the leftover
shit. "Lift up again." And lift I did. Jen shoved the shit-encrusted dildo into
my ass. It wasn't as wide as her four fingers, but of course, it could go
deeper. And deeper it went. She pounded my ass and reamed me but good. It
seemed like a year, but it was only for minutes. She took the dildo from my ass
and rammed it into her snatch as she was on her knees. She fucked that plastic
dick in and out. I came around and bent over, careful not to ruin her rhythm. I
stuck out my tongue and aimed for her clit. Jen could see what I was trying to
do and held the back of my head with one hand as she fucked herself with the
dildo. Contact!! Jen's orgasm was so hard that she fell over backwards, the
dildo flopping out of her cunt, her legs coming out from under her. I swear she
peed for a few seconds. Jen was totally out of breath but was deliriously
happy. "Ok, big guy, give me a few minutes to catch my breath. We have a half a
pile of shit left and you have yet to get your rocks off."

After a few minutes, Jen pushed me on my back. She straddled me with her
beautiful labia just inches from my eyes. I leaned forward and started to eat
her out. Remains from the turd placed there just what seemed a few minutes ago
greeted my tongue. Jen leaned forward and took my shit-encrusted tool in her
mouth. My God it felt good. I stopped licking her so I could enjoy her
ministrations to my male gland. Up and down, around and around she maneuvered
her tongue and mouth. Then, without warning, she stopped and turned and impaled
my stiff rod into her quivering cunt. She rode me like a bull in a rodeo. Her
tits were swinging back and forth. I reached up to hold them and placed each
nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Jen was in heaven. So was I. I thrust
my hips up and down and caressed her areola with the same rhythm. I have to
admit, I couldn't last much longer. My thrusts became harder and deeper and my
rubbing of Jen's boobs harder and harder. I was able to reach down and take
some of the left over shit and rub it on her breasts.

I was there. I started to breathe extremely hard and Jen knew what was coming.
Together, we ground our hips together as I bellowed as my seed flowed from deep
within me to deep within her. Jen too was panting and achieved a simultaneous
release. I came for what seemed to be minutes. I could tell that my sperm was
leaking out of her snatch back over me mixing with the urine and excrement that
was already over me and this wonderful lady.

I knew I had to rest for a few minutes. I could only wonder what else was in
store for the next two days.

Part II

"What an afternoon! What can we do for an encore?" I finally said.

"Well, you did leave a calling card, why not start by cleaning out my private
area. I'll give you from my private stock."

There was sating this woman. I started to lick her cum laced pussy. What a
mixture! I could taste my own jizm, Jen's shit from before, and of course,
while licking her, Jen decided to pee on my face yet again. We played around
for about another half an hour before calling it quits for this session.

The clean up was easier than I thought. Jen rolled the plastic sheeting onto
itself and just threw it into a trash can. We took the sheet with us into the
shower for a rinse off. Ok, so the shower wasn't just a shower. We pinched,
poked and prodded each other. Jen had yet another orgasm. She showed me how to
shower and get rid of most of the odor.

All of that activity worked up an honest to god appetite. "It's better if we
carry out or have delivery. We don't smell to ourselves, but the people in the
restaurant will think we've pooped our panties. Hey, did you bring any of your
female clothing with you?"

"Of course."

We did dinner in. There's a local Chinese restaurant that delivers and we ate
very well. We talked about ourselves, how we got into scat, how Jen liked to do
women, how I was bi and my cross-dressing.

Jen talked about her business as well and I told her about mine. By the time
dinner was over, we were good friends.

"What do you want to do, Stu?"

"Well, I didn't come all the way out here to watch re-runs on television.
What's on your mind?"

"Let's take a little walk and we'll decide."

The air was clean and crisp. We walked around her neighborhood trading stories
about ourselves. "I have an idea." I hate it when a woman says that to me. It
means that I'll be spending a lot of money.

"Ok, tell me."

"You know I like women. Why don't you put on some of your female finery, I'll
wear something sexy too and we can play with each other. Whatever happens,
happens. Ok?"

"I like the way you think, Jen. Ok."

We first went back into Jen's bedroom to set up for round two. The bed was now
dry and Jen pulled a new sheet out of the closet. Apparently, Jen bought the
plastic by the roll, so there was no shortage. This is a lady who is prepared.

I went to the small bedroom to dress. Jen did likewise in her bedroom. I
decided that I'd pull out the stops. If it couldn't be washed or dry cleaned,
I'd just throw it out and buy a new whatever.

From the bottom up, I put on a matching bra, panty and slip set in blue, white
hose, a red blouse with a pearl necklace attached to it and finally, a white
wool skirt. White shoes, who cares that it's not Memorial Day, and modest
jewelry.

I made my appearance to Jen. "Turn around." I did. "You walk well in those
heels. You must practice a lot."

"As much as I can."

Jen was wearing a white bustier with white panties, stockings and heels. She
looked stunning.

I approached her and took her in my arms. We danced a little with our hands
roaming over each other's body. I could caress her ass with little problem. She
rubbed the back of my neck, and cupped my buns in her hands. She reached in
front and through the fabric of my blouse and lingerie, started to flick my
nipples. "I have breastforms, but I thought that they would get in the way. I
see that I'm right."

I reached between us and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. I outlined the
wire of the bustier pressing on the underside of Jen's boobs. We kissed lightly
and then deeply. She reached under my skirt to feel between my legs. "What's
that?"

"I wear a panty girdle to hold my belly in, but also to hold my dick in check.
I don't see many women walking around with a tent pole in the front of their
skirts. There are times I poop in my panty girdle. It piles in back. I plop
myself down hard on a chair to spread the goodness around. Sometimes it leaks
down out of the panty girdle down my panty hose and down my legs. It feels
wonderful."

"I'm not sure I want to you to hog all of your stuff that way. Let me think on
it. However, I do have to relieve my self. That Chinese beer we had with dinner
is ready to make its appearance in another form. Come into the bathroom."

I followed Jen into her bathroom. She climbed up onto her counter top. I knew
what she wanted. I nuzzled her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Jen
started to pee and I stuck my face as far forward as it could go. I added to my
after dinner snack. But Jen's panties diffused the urine and it dribbled down
the front of my blouse making dark stains on the front.

"Oh deary me, I guess I just have to clean this old rag."

Jen laughed. "You'll need to clean more than that before this night is
through."

"Jen, that is 1) a forgone conclusion and 2) something that will bring me great
pleasure.

I heard Jen fart. Well, not exactly a lady-like action, but a fart nonetheless.
Jen then proceeded to dump in her panties. I have to admit, I was tempted to
smack her butt to see where the explosion of shit would go. Jen saw the look in
my eye and just wagged her finger as if to say, 'Don't even think about it.'

"Well, what do you want to do with it?" I asked.

"Stand back." Jen came down from the countertop and reached in and took a piece
from the pile. Without warning, she threw herself at me and started to rub it
all in my clothes. She then told me to unbotton my blouse--but only at the top.
She reached behind and took more goo and but the stuff in the cups of my bra.
"Ok, button up, now." You can see what's coming, and she did. Jen hit me
forcefully on my breasts smashing the turds that were in my bra. I could feel
it ooze down my chest and everywhere.

Of course, what goes around, comes around. I pulled off my panty girdle and
threw it on the side. I too shat into my panties. I too grabbed from my pile
and called Jen over. Only her bra was full where mine was empty. I enjoyed
pulling the cups down and placing a some shit into each. Thank heavens for
elastic shoulder straps. I knew that I couldn't hit Jen the way she hit me-that
would hurt-but I knew that two could play this game. And we did. I was able to
mash the turd against her. Lace leaks. I had a blouse over my lace. She didn't.
The turd came through the cups and started to ooze down the front of the bodice
of the bustier. The more I rubbed, the more it oozed. What was once a beautiful
white bustier was now a beautiful brown stained bustier.

"Get down on the floor," I told her.

I straddled her. I hadn't done this before. I knew that if I peed, it would
dribble down the front of my slip and skirt before landing on Jen. I had no
idea how much, if any would reach her. But apparently, spreading my legs made
the fabric of the skirt taut and actually pulled it away from my cock as I
peed. Jen was pretty much baptized. Jen jumped up and ran to the kitchen. We
needed to replace this lost liquid. Coming from Colorado, there was no doubt as
to the beverage of choice.

For the next hour we rubbed each other and stuff. Jen sat on the floor and
stuck her head up my skirt to get to my ass. She licked me clean. I sucked on
her tits through the lace of the bustier. Of course I was rewarded with other
items that landed on my list of after dinner snacks. I needed to pee again.

But this time, I reached for a large cup that Jen had in her bathroom. Jen
could see what I wanted to do and had no problems with it. I pulled up my skirt
and peed directly into this cup. From nowhere, Jen produced two champagne
flutes. I poured and we toasted each other's good fortune. I was a sipper, Jen
was a gulper. I poured her another glass. She got that crazy look in her eyes.
"Take that, you hussy!" and threw the contents of the glass at me. "Think
you're so hot!" and then cleared her throat and spat on me. She hit me square
in the face.

"Well, you little guttersnipe, who do you think you are?" and I threw my
contents at her. I grabbed the pitcher and poured the small amount that was
left over her head. "Remember, if you're going to play, be ready to lose!" And
we laughed and laughed. We reached for each other and I put my hand over her
cunt. She hadn't had a good orgasm during this session and I thought it was
time she had one. I started to rub. Jen purred. I rubbed harder. Jen moaned. I
reached my hand inside her panty and I found her swollen clitoris. I put it
between forefinger and thumb. I twisted it and that was all it took. Jen
screamed. I put two fingers into her pussy. She was throbbing as if there were
no tomorrow. Her orgasm struck her and made her fall to her knees.

"Ohmygawd, where in the hell did you learn to do that?"

"Some questions are better unanswered. The only important thing is, 'Did you
enjoy?'"

"Ohmygawd." Actions speak louder than words and Jen grabbed me and before I
knew it, her tongue was in my mouth attempting to swab my tonsils.

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