My introduction to scat came on an overnight layover in Frankfurt, Germany. I had gone out to dinner with a business associate and had noticed a number of XXX-rated establishments on the way back from the hotel. When we got back to the lobby my friend said he was going to turn in, but I was wide awake.

I decided to get a nightcap at the hotel bar which was deserted except for the 40-ish female bartender. While I drank we struck up a conversation, and I asked her if any of the local adult clubs had more than the usual strippers. I wanted to know if there were any really kinky shows to be found nearby.

Ilsa, the bartender, who was blond and rather attractive, said that if I was truly adventurous and could wait forty-five minutes until she closed up, she would introduce me to a side of Frankfurt that would never be offered in any guidebook. I agreed and ordered another drink.

By the time I'd finished my third drink, Ilsa was ready to close the bar. She told me to wait five minutes in the lobby, then leave the hotel by the front door, turn right and wait on the corner.

I did as instructed, and after a two minute wait, a green Mercedes pulled up and Ilsa motioned for me to get in. After a short drive, we pulled into the parking garage of a small apartment building. As we rode the elevator to the third floor, Ilsa asked if I was prepared for an exciting night. My cock began to grow hard at the question.

On the third floor, Ilsa rang a bell at apartment 3-E, and smiled when an eye appeared at the peephole. The door was opened by a thin young blond whose name I learned was Greta. I accepted her offer of a drink and was ushered to an easy chair in the living room.

The ladies sat side-by-side on the couch, and after a little small talk began to make out. It didn't take long for the pair to get totally naked and begin a very hot 69. They ate each other's cunts to a frenzy, their satisfaction apparent from their moans and gasps. I opened my fly and began stroking my hard cock in appreciation of the show. Sucking each other to a simultaneous climax, they collapsed on the floor.

After a few minutes, they got up and asked me to move the coffee table and get undressed. I gladly obliged. While I stripped to my birthday suit, Ilsa and Greta spread a large sheet of vinyl on the carpet and anchored it to the furniture.

Greta asked if I was ready for something really kinky. I said the kinkier the better. With that the girls smiled, Ilsa got down on all fours, and Greta grabbed my dick and pulled me to the floor. Greta took a position directly behind Ilsa's shapely derriere, and told me to watch closely.

Directing my attention to Ilsa's puckered arsehole, I watched as her shithole slowly opened and a thick brown turd began to appear. As the smooth brown excrement emerged, Greta moved closer with mouth open, and took it in like a small chocolate cock. When she had taken four inches of shit into her sweet, innocent mouth, Ilsa's arsehole squeezed shut, leaving Greta with a mouthful of shit, an inch and a half protruding like a shit cigar.

The two girls stood up and proceeded to pass the stinking deposit back and forth until both sluts' tongues and faces were a filthy mess. Watching Ilsa suck her own shit from her girlfriend mouth, my dick grew another inch and was rock hard. I had never been so turned on.

Greta came over to me, her lips and tongue coated with shit, and proceeded to kiss me passionately. She thrust her filthy tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of the product of Greta's bowels. The bitter chocolate was as tasty than any candy. Not to be left out, Ilsa dropped to her knees and took my cock in her shitty mouth, and began to suck sluttishly. It was all I could do to keep from exploding.

Next, Ilsa ordered Greta to lie down on the floor, and told me it was my turn. She positioned me directly over Greta's firm, round tits, instructed me to squat and take a dump between the ample mounds. I did as I was told, depositing a huge turd right on target. Ilsa and I stood for a moment to admire my artwork. Greta lay there with a genuine shit-eating grin on her face.

Ilsa then ordered me to fuck her girlfriend. Carefully I positioned myself between the young girl's legs, observing that her cunt was sopping wet. I supported my body weight on my knees and arms, slid my prick in her hot hole and began to pump slowly. The odor of my shit filled my nostrils as I plumbed Greta's juicy twat. Ilsa moved behind me. I felt her foot on my bare arse for an instant before she sent me sprawling flat onto her fuck partner.

Suddenly we were both covered with my shit. I thrust my tongue into Greta's mouth, tasting the mixture of our arse offerings, and could hold back no longer. My cum flooded her beshitted cunt as she writhed to her own orgasm. If I hadn't been inside her cooze, I believe I would have shot my load thirty feet or more. We collapsed into a stinking pile as Ilsa laughed wickedly in approval.

As we lay there wasted, Ilsa straddled our helpless bodies and proceeded to give us a generous golden shower. Greta opened her shit-covered mouth, eager to drink the sweet, hot piss her girlfriend expelled. I pulled myself to my knees to catch the last few squirts of her salty pee, then glued my mouth to her swollen clit and began to eat her twat. I sucked Ilsa's tiny female dick between my lips and feathered her love button furiously with my tongue until she shuddered to a gut gumbling climax, her sounds bringing new life to my shit-smeared cock.

As Ilsa sunk to the floor, I noticed that Greta had turned over, pointing her pretty arse high in the air and presenting a lewd but delicious target. Her puckered poopshute was now the cleanest hole in her body . . .but not for long.

I slipped across the vinyl, positioned my filthy prick at the entrance to her inviting anal passage, and penetrated her shitter with one determined thrust. I began to plow her dirt road with gusto. Her cries of pain and pleasure filled the room as I pounded her arsehole without mercy. Clutching handfuls of vinyl to keep her arse high and in line, she screamed for me to rip her open in both English and German.

In the meantime, Ilsa disappeared from view only to reemerge wearing a strap-on dildo of substantial proportions. She came around behind me, and asked sternly if I could take as good as I gave.

I said, "Do it, bitch!" She scooped up a handful of the shit that was now everywhere, and lubed the eight-inch rubber cock. Waiting until I was deep in her girlfriend's distended shit tunnel, she thrust her fake cock deep into my bowels.

The sensation was incredible. My arsehole felt full once again. When she withdrew, I experienced all the wonderful sensations involved in taking a good crap. We timed our strokes until it felt as though Greta and I were a single fuck machine, penetrating two bungholes in unison. Sweat mixing with shit and piss coated our bodies as we fucked savagely. Greta screamed that she was exploding as my balls throbbed and I shot my second load of sperm up her burning butthole.

As I became limp, my dick slid out of her nasty arsehole. As I gazed at the raw well-ravaged bowel hole, I was rewarded with a loud wet fart.

When we were able to stand, I saw in a mirror that I was covered in a mixture of shits. After the fact it was a pretty disgusting sight, but while we were making it it was incredibly exciting. If you'd have asked me about fucking in shit beforehand, I would have thought it ridiculous.

After we all showered, rolled up the vinyl covering the floor and had a drink, Ilsa drove me back to my hotel. She gave me her phone number, and said to call when I was back in Frankfurt.

A few months later, I was back, but Ilsa no longer worked at the hotel bar. I found my way to the apartment building where she'd taken me, and found apartment 3-E unoccupied. The two shit sluts, Ilsa and Greta, had disappeared, leaving me with only fond memories of an amazing experience, and a desire to recreate it one day.

My introduction to scat came on an overnight layover in Frankfurt, Germany. I had gone out to dinner with a business associate and had noticed a number of XXX-rated establishments on the way back from the hotel. When we got back to the lobby my friend said he was going to turn in, but I was wide awake.

I decided to get a nightcap at the hotel bar which was deserted except for the 40-ish female bartender. While I drank we struck up a conversation, and I asked her if any of the local adult clubs had more than the usual strippers. I wanted to know if there were any really kinky shows to be found nearby.

Ilsa, the bartender, who was blond and rather attractive, said that if I was truly adventurous and could wait forty-five minutes until she closed up, she would introduce me to a side of Frankfurt that would never be offered in any guidebook. I agreed and ordered another drink.

By the time I'd finished my third drink, Ilsa was ready to close the bar. She told me to wait five minutes in the lobby, then leave the hotel by the front door, turn right and wait on the corner.

I did as instructed, and after a two minute wait, a green Mercedes pulled up and Ilsa motioned for me to get in. After a short drive, we pulled into the parking garage of a small apartment building. As we rode the elevator to the third floor, Ilsa asked if I was prepared for an exciting night. My cock began to grow hard at the question.

On the third floor, Ilsa rang a bell at apartment 3-E, and smiled when an eye appeared at the peephole. The door was opened by a thin young blond whose name I learned was Greta. I accepted her offer of a drink and was ushered to an easy chair in the living room.

The ladies sat side-by-side on the couch, and after a little small talk began to make out. It didn't take long for the pair to get totally naked and begin a very hot 69. They ate each other's cunts to a frenzy, their satisfaction apparent from their moans and gasps. I opened my fly and began stroking my hard cock in appreciation of the show. Sucking each other to a simultaneous climax, they collapsed on the floor.

After a few minutes, they got up and asked me to move the coffee table and get undressed. I gladly obliged. While I stripped to my birthday suit, Ilsa and Greta spread a large sheet of vinyl on the carpet and anchored it to the furniture.

Greta asked if I was ready for something really kinky. I said the kinkier the better. With that the girls smiled, Ilsa got down on all fours, and Greta grabbed my dick and pulled me to the floor. Greta took a position directly behind Ilsa's shapely derriere, and told me to watch closely.

Directing my attention to Ilsa's puckered arsehole, I watched as her shithole slowly opened and a thick brown turd began to appear. As the smooth brown excrement emerged, Greta moved closer with mouth open, and took it in like a small chocolate cock. When she had taken four inches of shit into her sweet, innocent mouth, Ilsa's arsehole squeezed shut, leaving Greta with a mouthful of shit, an inch and a half protruding like a shit cigar.

The two girls stood up and proceeded to pass the stinking deposit back and forth until both sluts' tongues and faces were a filthy mess. Watching Ilsa suck her own shit from her girlfriend mouth, my dick grew another inch and was rock hard. I had never been so turned on.

Greta came over to me, her lips and tongue coated with shit, and proceeded to kiss me passionately. She thrust her filthy tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of the product of Greta's bowels. The bitter chocolate was as tasty than any candy. Not to be left out, Ilsa dropped to her knees and took my cock in her shitty mouth, and began to suck sluttishly. It was all I could do to keep from exploding.

Next, Ilsa ordered Greta to lie down on the floor, and told me it was my turn. She positioned me directly over Greta's firm, round tits, instructed me to squat and take a dump between the ample mounds. I did as I was told, depositing a huge turd right on target. Ilsa and I stood for a moment to admire my artwork. Greta lay there with a genuine shit-eating grin on her face.

Ilsa then ordered me to fuck her girlfriend. Carefully I positioned myself between the young girl's legs, observing that her cunt was sopping wet. I supported my body weight on my knees and arms, slid my prick in her hot hole and began to pump slowly. The odor of my shit filled my nostrils as I plumbed Greta's juicy twat. Ilsa moved behind me. I felt her foot on my bare arse for an instant before she sent me sprawling flat onto her fuck partner.

Suddenly we were both covered with my shit. I thrust my tongue into Greta's mouth, tasting the mixture of our arse offerings, and could hold back no longer. My cum flooded her beshitted cunt as she writhed to her own orgasm. If I hadn't been inside her cooze, I believe I would have shot my load thirty feet or more. We collapsed into a stinking pile as Ilsa laughed wickedly in approval.

As we lay there wasted, Ilsa straddled our helpless bodies and proceeded to give us a generous golden shower. Greta opened her shit-covered mouth, eager to drink the sweet, hot piss her girlfriend expelled. I pulled myself to my knees to catch the last few squirts of her salty pee, then glued my mouth to her swollen clit and began to eat her twat. I sucked Ilsa's tiny female dick between my lips and feathered her love button furiously with my tongue until she shuddered to a gut gumbling climax, her sounds bringing new life to my shit-smeared cock.

As Ilsa sunk to the floor, I noticed that Greta had turned over, pointing her pretty arse high in the air and presenting a lewd but delicious target. Her puckered poopshute was now the cleanest hole in her body . . .but not for long.

I slipped across the vinyl, positioned my filthy prick at the entrance to her inviting anal passage, and penetrated her shitter with one determined thrust. I began to plow her dirt road with gusto. Her cries of pain and pleasure filled the room as I pounded her arsehole without mercy. Clutching handfuls of vinyl to keep her arse high and in line, she screamed for me to rip her open in both English and German.

In the meantime, Ilsa disappeared from view only to reemerge wearing a strap-on dildo of substantial proportions. She came around behind me, and asked sternly if I could take as good as I gave.

I said, "Do it, bitch!" She scooped up a handful of the shit that was now everywhere, and lubed the eight-inch rubber cock. Waiting until I was deep in her girlfriend's distended shit tunnel, she thrust her fake cock deep into my bowels.

The sensation was incredible. My arsehole felt full once again. When she withdrew, I experienced all the wonderful sensations involved in taking a good crap. We timed our strokes until it felt as though Greta and I were a single fuck machine, penetrating two bungholes in unison. Sweat mixing with shit and piss coated our bodies as we fucked savagely. Greta screamed that she was exploding as my balls throbbed and I shot my second load of sperm up her burning butthole.

As I became limp, my dick slid out of her nasty arsehole. As I gazed at the raw well-ravaged bowel hole, I was rewarded with a loud wet fart.

When we were able to stand, I saw in a mirror that I was covered in a mixture of shits. After the fact it was a pretty disgusting sight, but while we were making it it was incredibly exciting. If you'd have asked me about fucking in shit beforehand, I would have thought it ridiculous.

After we all showered, rolled up the vinyl covering the floor and had a drink, Ilsa drove me back to my hotel. She gave me her phone number, and said to call when I was back in Frankfurt.

A few months later, I was back, but Ilsa no longer worked at the hotel bar. I found my way to the apartment building where she'd taken me, and found apartment 3-E unoccupied. The two shit sluts, Ilsa and Greta, had disappeared, leaving me with only fond memories of an amazing experience, and a desire to recreate it one day.