****** The Smell of Lavender by Henry G ******
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The Smell of Lavender


This story is less fantasy and more wishful thinking. It contains references to
scatological and anal activity as well as unprotected sex. These are all issues
which I either practice or endorse in a long term monogamous relationship. To
those out there who are so dumb as to need a health warning, here it is. I do
not and cannot take responsibility for any actions that readers might take as a
result of reading this story. I leave it to you to use your common sense to
make a judgement based on your knowledge and available medical advice to decide
what you may wish to practice.

As I look out the window at the deep cold snow of my 70th winter I think back
to that summer so long ago when under the hot Provencal sun I graduated from a
boy to a man. It was early August 1930 and I was pondering how I was to spend
the long summer vacation. I had just finished my second year studying modern
languages at Cambridge and was at a loose end. I had few friends in the small
Norfolk village where I lived and the idea of endless days of boredom seemed a
fate worse than death. As a healthy 20-year-old I needed something more than
aimless inactivity.

It was actually something my tutor said which set my plans in motion. He had
commented during a tutorial that my spoken French while technically excellent
needed a certain colloquial flavour. I had a little money in the bank
sufficient to buy a return ferry ticket and leave some over and it seemed
absolutely logical that I should spend the summer in France working on my
language. Mum and dad had no objections - the idea of having their son mooching
around the house during the summer was equally abhorrent to them. In fact they
saw fit to slip me a few extra pounds to finance my trip.

The next problem was where to go. I've always had a love of the sun and it made
good sense to head to the far south. With no further delay I packed a rucksack
with the minimum amount of clothes necessary and boarded the boat train at
Victoria station. An uneventful journey found me in Calais and I bought a train
ticket for the most attractive sounding place I could think of in the south of
France. It turned out to be Grass, a small town north of Nice. On arriving I
caught the first bus I saw and got off at the first village it reached. This
was a small hamlet of no more than 20 or 30 houses and a handful farms nestling
between rolling hills. As far as you could see were fields of lavender and
sunflowers baking under a sun in a cloudless sky. I could not think of a more
idyllic place.

The first problem was where could I stay. I had deliberately chosen a small
village because I could not afford to stay in the more expensive hotels in the
larger towns. I noticed a small shop and went in to see where I might find
lodgings. The owner, a rather large man with a bald head, puffed on a pungent
Gaulloise cigarette as he pondered my enquiry. "We have very little here,
M'sieur," he finally said. "The widow, Madam Duval, may be able to help, try
her" and he directed me to a small cottages on the outskirts of the hamlet.

I walked down the dusty road and soon found myself knocking on an old and
rather battered door. The cottage was simple and in some disrepair and I was
wondering what I was letting myself into. After a while the door was opened by
an attractive woman of around 40-years-old. She was short and was well built
but I could see from her jet black hair and flashing eyes that she must have
been a real stunner in her youth. She was dressed in a simple dark dress and
smelled of lavender.

"Can I help you M'sieur?" she said after a moment.

I realised that I had been staring at her and I asked in a rather embarrassed
way whether she could provide me with a room. I explained that I was a student
on holiday for the summer and that I had only a limited amount of money. She
answered that she did have a room and that provided I helped with jobs around
the house and her small vegetable garden I could have the room for free. I
thanked her and she let me into the cottage. She took me to a small room which
was furnished simply with a bed and wardrobe both made to the robust French
country style. I noticed that electricity had not reached this quiet corner of
France and that a simple oil lamp provided light. It was more than sufficient
for my needs and I again thanked Madam Duval. She asked me if I would like a
drink and we retired to her simple parlour. Over a glass of rough local wine we
set about our introductions.

She, I discovered, was called Louise and she had been born and had raised in
the village. She had married a local boy in 1916. He husband, who was a
soldier, and been recalled to his regiment shortly afterward and two days after
the wedding had been killed at the front. Since that time she had lived alone
managing a simple but comfortable living from her war pension and her garden. I
explained that I came from a middle class family from Norfolk and that I was
reading modern languages at university. My parents hoped that this would enable
me to have a career in the diplomatic service. I didn't tell her that I was a
rather nervous virgin who had not had a girlfriend.

After a while she served a simple supper of bread and local brie and we
continued to talk until dark. Whether it was the wine which was overcoming my
shyness or her easy manner but soon began to notice that Louise was more
attractive than I originally thought. There was something about her dark hair,
dusky complexion and fullness of figure that gave me a tightness in my groin. I
didn't want to cause any embarrassment to my hostess and made the excuse of
being tired and went to bed. That night all I could dream about was Louise and
what I would like to do with her!

The next morning I got up at 6.00. The sun was already up and the temperature
beginning to rise. Louise was in the kitchen and after breakfast she set me to
work in the vegetable garden. By mid morning the sun was baking down. I had
removed my shirt earlier and the sweat was beading my back. The heat of the sun
and the fairly heavy work made me feel on top of the world. Rumblings in my
guts made me realise that a visit to the privvy was in order and I set off to
have a good crap. The privvy was a small hut separate from the cottage with a
green wooden door. I threw open the door and to my horror saw Louise sat there
with her skirt held up around her waist. My face turned bright red and I
stammered in abject apology as I turned to leave.

"Don't go," she said. "Stay and talk. There is nothing here to embarrassed
about."

At that point she gave a huge fart and giggled like a school girl. I couldn't
resist her humour and laughed too.

"I really enjoy a good shit in the morning," she said. "Somehow the passing of
a turd sends waves of pleasure through my body."

To be honest, I had always found shitting to be pleasurable too but didn't
think other people did as well. At that point she gave a grimace and a grunt
and I heard her shit splash as it hit the bottom of the midden. The powerful
smell of her shit hit me but rather than being disgusted I felt a wave of lust
pass through me and my cock began to swell. She sighed with pleasure and
reached for a piece of paper to wipe her arse. As she checked the paper to see
if her arse was clean I could see the brown smear and felt further surges of
lust. She jumped up, pulled up her knickers and left.

As I sat down I could feel the heat where she had sat. Somehow this seemed the
ultimate intimacy and I couldn't resist wanking as I shat. A few brisk strokes
were enough and my cum splattered in thick white jets onto the privvy door.

As I went back to my work my mind was in a turmoil. Up to then my sexual
experiences had been zero and I had great difficulty in reading the signs. Was
she interested in me? Should I make a pass? I really didn't know what to do.
During the rest of the day each time I saw her I felt an increase in my desire.
It got to the stage that I decided to go for broke and make a move. But how?
Any easy start seemed to sneak into her room when she was asleep and see what
developed. So it was with almost unbearable excitement that I waited until late
that evening. I went to my room and sat for what seemed hours waiting for the
right time.

It was fortunate that the moon was out so I could see my way. Her door had been
left partly open and I looked into her room. Due to the heat she had no covers
over her. She lay on her back asleep. Her long night dress has ridden up and I
could see the dark shadow of the hair on her sex. With the blood pounding in my
ears I approached the bed and with infinite care lifted her night dress up her
body. Her wonderfully rounded stomach was revealed showing a gloriously hairy
groin. I bent forward and my nose brushed her pubic hair. Her scent was a
powerful musk that made my senses reel. Suddenly I felt her hand on the back of
my head. My heart lurched with shock as I anticipated her cry of alarm. But
instead she murmured, "What kept you?" and pressed my face further into her
groin. At the same time her thighs eased apart revealing her fleshy cunt lips.
This was too much for me and I pressed my mouth to her cunt. How can I describe
the smell and the taste? A mixture of sweat from the day's heat, not dirty but
a sharp tang with a slight hint of ammonia; a faint smell of piss from her hair
and a stronger musk from her increasing desire. There was a moisture greater
than her sweat as her cunt began to become aroused and I added to this as I
thrust my tongue into her. She moaned and thrust up to meet my mouth.

I was in heaven. Never had I tasted such nectar. What did surprise me was that
although her outer lips were long and fleshy, her cunt was tight. It seemed to
me that it had not received much attention since her husband died. As her
passion rose I noticed her lower body and legs were being raised moving my
tongue downwards. In a moment my tongue brushed against her puckered anus.
Instead of being disgusted I found new smells and tastes to relish. Here her
sweat smell had a certain sweetness combined with a more bitter taste.

"Lick me!" she whispered and pushed her arse hard against my face pulling her
buttocks apart. What could I but obey. I tongued her anus in a firm circular
motion and soon it began to open up. As I pushed my tongue inwards I found
small residues of what must have been her last shit. These dissolved in my
mouth given a divine bitterness. I was a convert - I could think of no finer
taste. To my amazement her anus opened further and soon my tongue was beyond
her sphincter and I could smell the damp earthy smell of her bowel.

Louise had decided that it was time for her to play and she sat up pulling off
her night dress. In the moonlight her sweat-sheened body was amazing. Such tits
- huge, fleshy but only slightly saggy. Her Mediterranean origins were obvious
from the dark pigment of her erect nipples. I leant over and sucked on her tits
- more ecstasy. It seemed that my cock would not stand much more and it was
only a matter of time before I came. Louise must have had a similar idea
because she reached down and grasped my throbbing member. While my cock is only
a modest length it is seriously fat and judging by her moans Louise approved.
She pulled away and suddenly my cock was buried in her hot mouth. She had to
stretch to take my cock's width but soon her nose was pressed against my pubic
hair with my cock deep down her throat. This was too much and I groaned that I
was going to come. To my surprise instead of pulling away she sucked hard and
my spasms of jism poured down her throat. She swallowed every drop before
moving up to kiss me deeply. The heat, the taste, the wetness of her mouth and
my juices, this was all too wonderful for me.

We rested - but not long. I felt Louise gently suck on my nipple. Like an
inflating balloon my cock rose up. She murmured with approval.

"I am sorry but you cannot fuck me tonight - I can't take a chance with getting
a baby," she said. "My period is due soon, then we will fuck. Tonight I want
you in my arse."

What could I do but obey?

She raised her arm and I saw this mass of black hair under her armpit. I could
not resist kissing her there. Her moist hair smelled of sharp sweat mingled
with the lavender water she used as a deodorant. None of the modern chemical
deodorants women use - this was clear, natural and honest. I felt so
overwhelmed by her plumpness, hairiness and earthy sexuality - here must be the
earth-mother that druids seek.

We kissed deeply, her mouth tasted sweet with a hint of garlic. Slowly I moved
down her body tasting her sweat-glazed flesh. My lips moved through her pubic
hair past her wet cunt back to her anus. I continued licking her there and
easing her more open. I pushed a finger gently into her arse into the cavern
behind. Except it wasn't empty. My questing finger soon met a large turd
blocking the way.

"If you want me to fuck your arse you'll have to make a space," I said.

"I don't want to walk out to the privvy now," she replied. "I have another
idea."

I was puzzled.

"Put your mouth over my hole and push your tongue in," she ordered.

I did what she asked. I felt her start to strain and her anus started to open.
I felt the turd press against my tongue and push towards my mouth. I felt a
shock... what should I do? I should be disgusted but somehow the idea of
tasting her shit seemed the most exciting idea in the world. I moved my tongue
away and her turd pushed it's way into my mouth. It was hot and soft, almost
melting in my mouth. Sure it had a bitter taste but it was the best taste in
the world. I had this memory of a particularly ripe Italian cheese I once ate.
The smell was enough to make you vomit but once you got it into your mouth the
taste was divine. Louise's shit was like that cheese. Without a second thought
I chewed through the turd and swallowed it. As I swallowed she pushed more into
my mouth - each piece softer than the last - until with a fart she had
finished. Her arse was now a gaping hole smeared with her shit and the juices
from my mouth.

"Quick, fuck me!" she moaned and I thrust my cock into her open and oozing
arse. She whimpered slightly in pain and then gasped as I buried myself to the
hilt.

As I thrust deeply into her rear I gave Louise a deep kiss. Her face was
smeared with the brown juices from my mouth and she moaned as she tasted her
shit. Faster and deeper I thrust not caring how much it hurt her. The more I
did the more she gasped with lust. The tightness of her gut felt like a velvet
glove inflaming my cock and making it swell. As it grew in length she moaned
more. Suddenly my jism exploded from my cock as a hot jet deep into her ass. At
the same time Louise bit onto my shoulder and spasmed as her orgasm wracked her
body. We slumped together gasping.

Later we lay together. We were a mess, my cock and balls were smeared in a
brown mix of shit and cum - so was Louise. I leant over and gently licked her
cunt and ass clean. Her anus gaped open - not torn but stretched. I asked if
she was sore.

"Yes but it is a pain I would willingly accept any time," she replied.

Then we slept.

I awoke some time later on my stomach feeling Louise licking the crack of my
arse. I spread my legs and she pressed her tongue into my arsehole. Immediately
my cock began to swell. Harder she licked and pushed her tongue in. She then
planted her mouth over my hole and sucked. I realised what she wanted and I
pushed. As I felt my shit enter her mouth she frantically eat swallowing as
fast as I delivered. As I finished she licked my arse clean and murmured that
we have now shared the rarest of dishes - and I knew exactly what she meant.

The following days went by in a daze of sun, work and sex. We had no
inhibitions, we tried and rejoiced in every variation we could dream up -
except one. Then one day Louise said that her period had started and that we
could now fuck. That night in bed we kissed and began the slow but delicious
climb to arousal.

"I want you to suck my cunt," Louise begged.

With more than a little excitement I eased off her knickers which held a
sanitary cloth in place. Her cut was smeared with blood as was her pubic hair.
I buried my face into her cunt and tasted the fluids there. A slight metallic
flavour of blood mixed with the musk of her sex. As I sucked on her clit Louise
moaned loudly. Somehow her period was making her more aroused than normal and
before long she was begging me to push into her. As I pressed my cock in her
tight blood-slicked cunt gripped my cock. Every ripple of her cunt walls was a
caress of joy on my cock. I thrust in deeply and she thrust back. It felt as if
she was trying to pull all of me into her body - a possibility I would have
welcomed if it had been physically possible. I couldn't hold out very long at
this pace and we soon were both seized by orgasms with my cum flooding in to
mix with her various secretions.

We had done it all, we had rejoiced in total sexual experience, we were as one.
You might think that after all this and having reached the pinnacle of lust
that our further experiences would be less exciting. You couldn't be more
wrong; our chemistry was so in tune that each experience was better than the
last.

But you guessed it, my time there soon passed and the day arrived that I had to
leave. Louise was desolate, I wasn't much better. But I had no choice I had to
return to university. It was a sad parting from the railway station.

OK, I know what you're going to think. You think that I married some nice girl
and we lived happily ever after. Wrong. On my return I had various girlfriends
who were nice in their way but were pale imitations of Louise. If they were
prepared to fuck (and that was unusual) it was strictly lying on their back
with teeth gritted until I had finished. (Nice women weren't supposed to enjoy
sex! Orgasms were for whores) No orgasm, no oral, no anal and definitely no
scat - a real bummer. I had enough and decided that I would rather drop out of
university and be a farm labourer in France than put up with tight-arsed women
who didn't know how fuck. My parents went mad - the idea of their son throwing
up a first class education and a career to be a peasant was too much to bear.
And so it was, I packed up a bag and amid the shouts of outrage and disgust
from my parents travelled back to France. Louise was ecstatic and immediately
agreed to marry me. Effortlessly we returned to our sexual adventures but with
a greater abandon. For many years we had constant ecstasy.

Sadly I lost my beloved Louise ten years ago and I returned to my home in
England went to spend the rest of my days in the "Bide awhile" rest home. I
miss her deeply and hold her dear in my heart, but I still need my daily fuck.
The women in the rest home are all ancient and probably have dried up cunts.
The idea of a fuck would probably give heart failure. Fortunately I've found a
nice little nurse who knows how deal with my daily swellings of my cock. She
has an accommodating mouth, cunt and arse and enjoys a really fat cock. She
also enjoys scat. She can't compare to my Louise but she comes close!

I would like to write more but you'll have to excuse me for now. My little
nurse has just come into my room and is pulling her knickers down - it looks
like dinner is served!