Case, Male, 27

	- Narrator, administrative assistant in a pharmaceutical lab

	- 5'10, 170lbs, beige skin, wavy cropped dark-brown hair

Breena, Female, 25

	- Hippy chick

	- 5'7, 150lbs, pale freckled skin, mid-back length reddish-dirty blonde hair

Monica, Female, 17

	- Former member of Scat Guru

	- 5'5, 125lbs, pale skin, long curly dark-brown hair

Mindy had to leave the next morning, but before we drove her back to the airport, Breena and I fucked her again. We didn't enjoy our normal scat play, not having the time to do it properly and then clean her up for travel afterwards, but I just had to eat her pussy and fuck her one more time. The bittersweet smell and taste of shit was still on her cunt and it was an amazing turn on. Her ass was dirty and packed with poop, and my dick was fully coated with her shit when I came in her smelly bowels. She refused to push any of it out and I loved knowing that Mindy would fly back to Chicago, straining and farting, with my semen mixing with the stool in her ass the whole way.

Life turned back to our work, and both Breena and I were busy for a several weeks, enjoying each other but not sharing our dirty fun with others as the holiday season rolled around. The weather had been quite cold since November, and flurries were falling as Breena and I lounged on the couch watching a movie, stoned, on the afternoon before Christmas. Breena had just started her period and was a bit achy, so I'd massaged her neck and thighs and feet a bit before she curled up beside me.

A knock at the door made me jump from my half-slumber. I rose and looked through the eyehole and my breath caught.

Outside stood Monica, her hair a mess, an old, rugged, overstuffed backpack over her shoulder. I grabbed the knob and opened the door. “Monica!”

“Hey, Case...” the teen said in a weary voice. She tried to smile, but her eyes were red and sad, the look of someone who has been highly stressed and without sleep.

“What's happened?” I exclaimed. “Come in!”

Monica said nothing as she shuffled through the door. She had a notable limp.

Breena was standing in the hallway, concern on her face. “Are you okay?”

Monica shrugged, standing on slightly-bowed legs.

“Here, have a seat,” I told her, pulling out a chair from the table nearby. “What's wrong, Monica?”

The teen sat and exhaled, then began to cry. “I didn't know where else to go...”

Breena caught my eye and I knew I reflected the worry I saw in her expression.

Monica continued, sobbing, “My parents found out... hnnh... about Scat Guru... about me being on it...”

“Oh Jesus,” Breena exhaled.

“That was weeks ago... hnnh,” Monica added, “They grounded me... took away... hnnh... my phone... my net... everything but food and water, really... They told me... hnnh... they won't pay for my college now... hnnh... hnnh...”

I said nothing, realizing that both Breena and I had taken Monica's hands, stroking them slowly.

Monica continued. “Dad was mad, but Mom was furious... She wanted to call the cops and have Michelle arrested for child porn... hnnh... hnnh... But I managed to delete my account and all the videos before she did it...”

“Did she...” Breena asked lightly but very concernedly, “did she call the police?”

I felt my throat constrict. We'd last talked to Michelle only a couple of weeks earlier, so I hoped things were alright with her.

“I don't think so,” the teen replied, “no... don't think so...”

“So what happened that you come here... like this?” queried Breena.

“Mom and Dad... hnnh... Mom and Dad just lost it a couple of days ago... Got drunk... They started screaming at me, Scat Guru stuff again after nothing for weeks.” She pulled her loose jeans up her leg, showing a nasty bruise on her knee, another near her ankle, the latter showing the impression of fingers. “They were harsh, grabbing me, telling me I was a whore for what I'd done. Disgusting. I felt... hnnh... hnnh... so bad... I managed to get away from them after a while. I took back my phone, then threw what I could in this bag,” she said, pointing to the stuffed backpack, “and I climbed out a window and ran.” The teen paused a moment, her sobs slowing, and let out a couple of deep breaths. “I didn't know where else to go...”

I felt like I'd been holding my breath for hours, finally letting it go when Monica grew silent again. Before I could fully gather my thoughts, Breena said, “I'm sure we can give you somewhere safe to stay until this is sorted out.” She cast a glance at me to ensure I was on board and when I nodded my agreement, Breena continued, “Come on, let's get you into the tub. I'll throw some epson salt in a hot bath. Your skin is frighteningly cold!”

Breena helped the teen limp down the hall and into the guest bathroom.

I stood a moment, my heart racing, uncertain what to do. Monica clearly needed some help and she couldn't go home with her parents acting that way. A doubt crept in about then. What if Monica was lying? She'd lied to us, and to others, about her age. She was clearly an intelligent, independent young woman, and I wouldn't put it past her to be able to create elaborate stories to sell someone on something. It would have been hard to fake those bruises, but alone, they told me nothing about what had really happened.

I felt guilty then. Monica had showed up at my door, bruised, cold, and looking like someone in a bad situation. Doubting her at that time did nothing to help. I shelved the other possibilities and accepted Monica's story for the time being. Hearing the water running in the bath, I made a pot of coffee and while that brewed, made hot cocoa from scratch. I often liked to make a sort of mocha with coffee and hot chocolate, and by the time Breena joined me in the kitchen, I had the sweet and bitter concoction ready. I poured us each a cup.

Breena said quietly, “Poor girl...”

“Get any more out of her?” I asked.

“Not really. She's scared, Case. Really scared. She walked all the way from her house. That's forty miles or so. In this weather! Hasn't slept. Hasn't eaten since she left Johnson City. Her feet are all blistered.”

“The bruises as bad as they looked at first glance?”

“I think not horrible, no. One was where her father grabbed her ankle trying to keep her from getting into her room, the other I'm not real certain about. Doesn't look as bad as I feared, though. The limp is unrelated,” Breena added. “She twisted it about halfway here tripping down an embankment.”

“So... what do we do now? Call the cops?”

Breena shrugged. “I don't know. Not tonight, I think. Let's let her relax a bit. She needs that badly. She's seventeen now, as of a couple of weeks ago. Old enough to emancipate. Not yet a legal, consenting adult.” Breena was right. In Tennessee, the legal age of consent for adult activities is eighteen. I got Breena's point, namely, that she was still a minor in some senses and having Monica in our home brought with it some risks.

We sat, silent, sipping our drinks for some time, my thoughts unclear on how to handle the girl's arrival.

Breena went to check on her a few minutes later. When they didn't come back, I got up and walked to the bathroom, stopped dead in my tracks by what I saw inside.

Monica was sitting on the toilet seat, legs spread, Breena between her thighs and eating the teen's pussy. In Monica's hand was one of Breena's menstrual pads, held up to her nose where she inhaled the odors deeply.

Breena smiled at me and said, "She smelled my pad and got it out of the trash... she just needs a release..." Breena returned to licking Monica's cunt.

I grinned despite my concerns for the teen. Monica's eyes flickered open and she smiled for the first time, "I love the smell of pads so much..."

I could see a small splotch of dark-red on the fabric as the teen sniffed it again, shuddering as she did so. Breena hummed as she ate Monica's pussy. I grew hard watching them. Breena looked back at me again, then used a hand to push down her sweats to mid-thigh, exposing her ass and cunt. In her underwear I could see another pad stuck to the fabric, slightly brighter red blood in a rough oval. The invitation was very clear.

I moved behind Breena and massaged her ass a moment, then decided I would love to know what Monica was enjoying. I carefully unstuck the pad from Breena's panties and looked at it a moment, then brought it close to my nose.

A fresh, metallic odor rose up, lighter than expected, mixed with scents of sweat and arousal. Looking closer, I could see a small off-white smear on the edge of the blood spot. Breena's discharge. I sniffed again and untucked my cock, stroking it quickly.

"Mmm... yeah, piss in my mouth," Breena purred. I could hear a splatter of urine dropping down into the bowl as Monica pissed against Breena's face. The teen watched the mess she was making as Breena swallowed a mouthful then opened wide again.

I pushed my cock into Breena's pussy and she moaned in pleasure, "Mmm..." A few strokes in, I felt the sticky menstrual blood on my dick and looked down to see my shaft now featured streaks of red. I throbbed in Breena, bringing her pad to my nose again and inhaling the heady odors.

"I gotta shit," Monica proclaimed as she inhaled against Breena's older pad.

"Mmm-hmm," Breena replied, "shit while I eat you."

"Uhnngg," Monica grunted. I saw her straining as she fought to defecate and orgasm at once, her hips jerking, then stilling while she pushed, then shuddering as the first turd slid free from her ass and splashed down. "Uhnng... oh, fuck... oh fuck... another..." A second splash, Monica's legs shaking, her body rising and falling. Two smaller splashes. The scent of the teen's bowel movement grew heavy and I loved the mix of Breena's pad and Monica's stool in the room.

My cock was bloody and sticky as I fucked my lover. Monica orgasmed as a long fart slid out, "Pffffffffft-pffff-pfffft," sputtering, wet and tight, and another small splash as she crested. "Uhnnnn! Uhnn-uhnn-uhnn... uhnnnnnn-uh-uh..."

I plowed Breena, reaching a hand down the front of her sweats and into her slit. The woman's clit was rock hard and as I started to ejaculate in her menstruating vagina, Breena came, moaning loudly into Monica's cunt. "Ohhhh... fuuuuuuuuuuuck... fuck-fuck-fuck... uhnnn... uhnnn... Uhnnn..."

I shot my load into Breena and pressed her pad against one nostril, letting the aroma of Monica's shit get through to combine with Breena's period odors and push me through an amazing climax.

I came so much that Breena's vagina overflowed, pinkish-red semen squishing out around my cock. I pulled back slowly, letting my dick bounce, covered in Breena's discharge and my sperm. She grinned back at me, turned from Monica's crotch, and slipped her lips down my penis, purring as she cleaned away the menstrual blood and cum from my length.

When I was mostly clean, some blood and jizz still caught in my pubic hairs, Breena rose and leaned over to kiss Monica, sharing the mess in her mouth with the teen. They kissed and moaned and I just sat back and enjoyed the show.

I grabbed a fresh pad for Breena and attached it to the crotch of her panties, then pulled her sweats back over her ass. I knew she'd rather hang around for a while with the mess in and on her pussy than immediately clean up, and she thanked me with a naughty smile and wet kiss which tasted of her menstrual blood and my cum.

- - -

The three of us lounged back on the couch, Breena against me with Monica's head in her lap, the television showing an 80s comedy with John Candy. The teen had been quiet since our spontaneous threesome in the bathroom. I decided not to push anything that night. She deserved a chance to just relax and be safe for a while.

The movie ended and Monica sat up, hugging Breena, "Thanks for letting me stay here... I know I should have called or something... I just had no where else to go..."

"It's fine," Breena said, "we're happy to see you, regardless. I wish there was something we can do to help."

"I just need some time to think, that's all," Monica said, determinedly.

"When you think the timing is right," I added gently, "perhaps you'll at least let your parents know you're safe?"

Monica nodded. "I sent them a text a bit ago. They didn't respond."

I frowned.

Breena said, "Well, they know you're okay now. Let's just worry about getting you some rest and some food. Hungry again?"

We'd eaten pizza after the bathroom play a couple of hours earlier and yet I could hear Monica's stomach growling again. The teen nodded.

I fetched the rest of the box and sat it on the coffee table in front of Monica. She grabbed a slice and devoured it quickly. Afterwards, Breena gave her a percocet to help with the soreness in her knee. Before long, Monica was yawning and Breena offered her the guest room.

Monica asked, "Would it be okay if I slept with you two tonight?"

"Of course," Breena assured her, "I think we'd both like that."

"Thanks," Monica replied, yawning again, "I'm pretty tired... but... if you feel like it... It kinda turns me on to think you might want to feel me up while I sleep..."

"Oh?" Breena chuckled, "what, like, molest you while you're out?"

Monica shrugged, "Oh, I might wake up, of course, but painkillers usually knock me out hard... I'm just saying... It turns me on thinking you might just do with me whatever you want if I don't come to..."

"We'll keep that in mind..."

We kissed her and the teen disappeared into our bedroom.

"Well, that's an odd one," I said quietly, "wanting to get felt up or fucked in her sleep?"

Breena shrugged, grinning, "Oh, I dunno... I can see how it would be really hot to wake up to being fucked, or fingered... or to wake up in the morning and find out you'd fucked my ass while I was out... Getting me going again right now just thinking about it..."

"I'll keep that in mind," I laughed.

- - -

We came to bed late, the day's excitement and concern, plus too much coffee, kept the both of us a little too wired to turn in before two in the morning. Breena stopped in the doorway and turned back at me with a small grin, "Phew," she said, "that girl's got some rank gas..."

I sniffed the air and the thick, smelly odors of Monica's bowels caught me immediately. "Mmm... damn... rank indeed..."

Breena's hand slid down over my crotch. Naturally, she found me already growing erect. "Mmm..." she purred, "you sure do love the stinky girls..."

"My favorite kind..."

"I bet you want to fuck Monica's ass right now, don't you?"

"You know I do," I said, groaning as Breena massaged my cock.

"I bet she's so full right now. Can't you smell it?"

The strong odor of Monica's gas suggested she already had another load waiting to slide out. "Oh, yes... I imagine her ass is really dirty..."

Breena smiled and nodded towards the bed. I slipped off my clothes and grabbed a couple of thick towels. Breena stripped down to just her panties and crawled under the covers beside Monica.

The teen was laying half on her right side, half on her stomach, one leg bent and cocked in front of her, her arms crossed under her pillow. I eased the towels under Monica's ass, shifting her a bit to be sure it would stay in place, then I got into bed behind her.

She wore a nightshirt and cotton panties. I slipped the underwear down with some effort, letting it rest just below her ass cheeks, the crotch still trapped where her thighs pressed together near the top of her slit. This left enough of her exposed to give me full access to her asshole.

I moved myself onto my right side and rested my groin against the teen's butt. My cock throbbed to life. Using a finger, I swept saliva from my mouth wet the girl's anus. As I did so, I heard, "Pffft-pffft-pft-pffffffffft" as Monica farted. I could feel the hot, stinky air against my cock, then smelled the rank odors a second later. I heard Breena giggle and then moan. I looked over to see that she was playing with herself under the covers.

I spread more spit on and in Monica's dirty butthole, then sniffed my fingers. The stink of the teen's ass was sharp and so arousing. I throbbed again in excitement.

I positioned my cock carefully against the girl's butthole after covering it with saliva, it pulsed like it was knocking on her backdoor. Pushing against her anus, I felt her tight ring give a bit before opening. The tip of my dick slid in suddenly. "Pffffffff." Monica farted on my dick, the wet smacking of her asshole making a lovely sound as I pushed in again.

Inside Monica's bowels, her load was squishy and soft. I felt the dense heat of it as soon as I pushed a little deeper. The girl stirred a bit and I slowed down, letting her drift back to deep sleep, then pushed in again.

God, the insides of Monica's ass were so warm and wonderful! I fucked her very slowly, moving carefully so as not to wake her. The smell of shit grew stronger the more I churned the teen's bowels. Breena threw the sheet up over her head and I could hear her taking deep breaths of the dank, smelly air underneath.

Monica's bowels shifted and my cock plopped out. Warm, slimy stool slowly slid onto my dick and balls. I groaned and throbbed a jet of precum against the teen's ass cheek.

"Is she shitting?" Breena whispered after uncovering her head briefly.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Goddamn, that's hot," she said, covering herself again.

I let Monica's bowel movement slow before pushing myself back inside her rectum. My cock and fingers were sticky and slimy, the bulk of her soft poo squished between my groin and her ass. My dick pushed through the stool and slid smoothly back inside the seventeen-year old's butt. I groaned softly. Breena let loose a series of low growls and grunts as she orgasmed beside Monica.

I grew tense quickly, more shit still packed, slippery and dense, inside the girl's bowels. My cock throbbed and burned in her messy ass, my flesh becoming raw, the rank odors almost overwhelming. Monica stirred lightly, then stilled again, a small sigh slipping from her lips.

I rooted in Monica's ass, throbbed, throbbed, ejaculated, groaned in pleasure as I fired my load into the girl's filthy, stinking rectum. I tried to catch my breath, the thick, smelly air making it difficult as cum sputtered inside the teen's butt. I left every drop I had in there, slowly pulling back and out of her, eliciting a wet, sticky smack from her anus. My cock softened against Monica's ass and I could feel my cum and more warm, rank shit pushed out of her body.

It took a few moments for it all to stop. Monica farted wetly several times, her ass almost certainly half-gaping from the sodomy and the poop still trying to push out. When she was finished, I carefully wiped what I could from her body and mine, then gathered the soiled towels, putting them in the bin reserved for such fouled items. I washed my hands thoroughly, but not my penis, leaving some of Monica's filth on my length. I slid back into bed and pulled the girl's panties back over her stinky, messy ass, then rested my dick between her legs, snuggling up to her and resting my head next to Monica.

"That was so fucking sexy," Breena said quietly in a sleepy voice.

I purred my agreement into Monica's neck.