Please note: This is an alternate version of “Katha pt.3 – Drunk girls’ shit smell contest”. If you’ve read that story already, you may skip forward until the point where Samatha says she’s drunk and starts making a little shit in her bikini panties – until then, it’s exactly the same; from this point, story gets different.
Why an alternate version of a story? Well… during writing the first version, the characters somehow didn’t do what I wanted them to do, so I had to edit and re-write the part I wanted to be different.
Enough talk for the moment – let’s start the story.
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A few weeks after Kathas “birthday shitting”, our school class was out for a vacation trip to a camp near a small city some 100 miles away from home. The ride was supposed to go on for three days. The time that we didn’t need for the transfer ride was meant for trips to nearby destinations that were of some “educational value” such as old castles, caves and so on. For some reasons I never understood, the teachers had decided the whole year of our school was to go on this trip together: about 140 students, me and Katha among them. The promotional ads of the camp had sounded promising: there should have been a large indoor swimming pool, a disco, arcade machines and more to make the stay pleasant (no Internet or PS3 or something like that since we’re in the year 1994, only if you wonder). Well, reality proved to be a bit different from this: the camp consisted of about three dozen of small houses, each for 6 persons, and a large main building where meals were served. The swimming area we never got to even see, I don’t know if it even existed or was just closed for us. The disco was cancelled for unknown reasons, and just one arcade machine was available. Even worse, the meals: we arrived about lunchtime the first day, but lunch was not included that day, and it was just impossible to buy something to eat out there. So we hoped for dinner and got the next shock: dinner was a soup of 99.99% pure water, the diminishing rest were ingredients as beans, some fibers of meat and some spices about the same concentration, and some bread that was not nearly enough for about 140 students the age of 17 and 18 years old. Disaster was being programmed.
The evening came, and there was absolutely nothing to do – in the living houses, there were TVs, but the signal qualitiy was so poor one could get eye cancer by trying to watch the snow on the screen, so watching TV was not a real option. The main building was closed, as I mentioned before, no swimming pool was available, no disco, no arcade, not even a bar or something (later, I learned the camp was specialized on much younger students, about 10 – 12 years old who don’t need some evening entertainment or even a night life since they’re going – or are sent – to bed at 9 in the evening). Going to the next city was no option as it was away too far (about 2 miles), we had no vehicles at our hands (we were on this trip with two chartered buses), and this city had, even if we had walked down there, about as much nightlife as the camp itself – none at all.
But somehow, a youth clique from the city had realised new people (us) had arrived at this camp. As most of them were slightly older than we, they already had cars – and as soon as they knew some people about their age were there, they used their cars for a fluent cargo traffic between the camp and the city. The cargo was: beer, whine, champagne, vodka and whiskey – whatever alcoholic drink you could wish for, they provided it. After the disastrous non-dinner of the evening and the sheer frustration about the boring camp, they found willing customers.
That evening, I was sitting with some of my buds in our house playing cards. Others went by now and then to bring in beer and drinks… and the others got drunk more and more. I didn’t take part in the collective drinking since beer is just not my taste (untypical for a man, I know, but that’s me), I stayed with my coke (without vodka). A reasonable card-playing became soon impossible as the others got hammered more and more, my best bud had lost his cigarettes in another house and went off in search of them, so I was left on my own. I really wasn’t into sitting in the house with the others gulping beer and vodka and smoking like defective diesel engines, so I got out and wandered around aimlessly for maybe half an hour. Outside, it had gotten dark already as we were in March and it was about 9:30 p.m., and it was raining slightly – a pretty uncomfortable weather but being inside wasn’t all the more appealing to me.
As I wandered around, I passed one of the other houses. Sure enough, Katha was standing outside, smoking and chatting with other girls. Of course, she spotted me and gleefully came up to me.
“Hi Michael! Whattaya doing so alone outside in the cold?”
She flung her arms around me, and I could clearly smell it: she had drunken champagne, and the way she spoke told me it was more than just one small glass.
“What else should I do? Sitting around with the other idiots and watching them get hammered? No.”
She made a face.
“You have no sense for fun, Michael! Relax and have some fun, therefore we’re off the school and here!”
Now it was my turn to make a face.
“What’s so funny about sitting there, gulping beer and smoking so one can’t see the hand before his eyes anymore? Not my kind of fun.”
“Maybe you have more fun with us girls? We’re not into beer, and we don’t smoke inside the house, we’re going outside to smoke… like that.”
With that, she took a breath of her cigarette and blew the smoke in my direction. I choked demonstratively and waved around with my hands.
“Ooops, sorry… didn’t mean that. Please, come in with us, you’re such an intelligent guy always… maybe you feel better with us, and wandering around in the rain, cold and dark surely isn’t that much fun, either.”
Well, she was right about this point, so I followed her in. The students were given places in the houses, strictly divided by genders: in a house, normally only boys or only girls would sleep. We went into the living room. There were some other girls sitting around, all drinking some champagne or sweet tasting drinks, but it clearly was not the just-getting-hammered I had seen in the boys houses. Besides, the room looked friendlier, tidyer than the one in my house, and it was warm in here – which came right to me as the moist cold outside had already begun to leak through my clothes and creep into my bones. I took a look at the other girls – five of them I knew at sight, they were from other classes but from my school and the same year, but one girl, a cute brown-haired with nice long hair, a slim figure and a dreamy look on her face I didn’t recognize. Katha had followed my look.
“That’s Samantha, she’s from the city here and doesn’t want to hang around with the guys she already knows, but our guys are out of business, too, as they only are into drinking, so she’s here with us for the moment”, she introduced the girl to me.
“Hi”, Samantha said shyly, giving me a look that was shy but promising as well.
For the next about 30 minutes, we sat there, chatting, the girls continued to drink some of their respective drinks. They offered me, too, but save for a glass of champagne, I stayed “dry”. After some time, some of the other girls of my school got either bored or tired, two or three of them said goodnight and went off for the upper stage of the small house where the sleeping rooms were, the other two went off as they either belonged to other houses or wanted to see for the boys. Only Katha, Samantha and I remained in the living room.
“Maybe its a bit hot in here”, Samantha said with a sweet voice but I could clearly hear she had drunken quite a lot that evening. She went up and turned on the radio, where just at that moment Latin / Brazilian music was playing.
“Would love to dance in the appropriate outfit, but I just have my boring undies on”, she commented. I grinned.
“Wouldn’t mind see you dancing in your undies, or even better, without them”, I commented. She blushed.
“Nooo… to south american music, I would have to wear a bikini… not everyday undies… it’s not like holiday without a bikini, but I don’t have one here right now.”
“If that’s all, maybe I can help”, Katha grinned. Off she was, only to come back a minute later with some fabrics in her hand. A part of that, she threw to Samantha (who, of course, missed to catch it but rather had to collect it from the floor, while she did that I could watch into her T-shirt and saw two nice small titties), the other she waved around.
“Here, thats mine. Had brought them for the swimming pool that was supposed to be here, but if these idiots here are too stupid to open it and let us in, we can celebrate the beach party right here as well.”
“Thanks, Katha… where can I change…?”
Katha just rolled her eyes.
“And they always say I’M from a village. Michael won’t look you any parts away, I’m sure…! – Oh, well, if you can’t get undressed in front of him… bathroom is out the door and to the right.”
Samantha went off. Katha was less shy and started to undress. I sat on the sofa and watched the show.
“Take care your eyes aren’t just shooting out”, she commented as she got nude. This, of course, was not meant as a strip for me: she did not strip off her clothes erotically slow but just threw them aside, but for a short moment, I had a nice view at her carefully shaven pussy, and I let out a whistle. She just gave me a grin, then she stood there, wearing a nice but not provoking bikini. A moment later, Samantha came back in with unsure steps, wearing only a bikini similiar to Katha’s, and I could see her nice, slim figure with the small, firm B cup tits, and I let out another whistle.
“Pretty, really pretty. Do you have a shaven pussy just like Katha?”
Samantha again blushed, but wearing a bikini obviously made her feel herself much sexier than with her normal clothes just minutes earlier, and with a beautiful shyly smile, she pulled down the front of her bikini panties just enough I could see the neatly trimmed strip of hair she had let on, otherwise, her pussy was as smoothly shaven as Katha’s. With one eye, I could see Katha had looked, too. Before we could see her pussy lips, she quickly placed the panties back in place, her face red hot but smiling.
“Well, thats really nice”, I complimented her. “Would return the favor, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me, only my boxer shorts.”
“Why didn’t you bring a swimsuit?”, Katha asked as if she wanted to say, ‘you idiot, didn’t you wanna take the chance in the pool?’
“Because I cannot swim at all, as you might know. Besides, pool water always contains chlorine, it has to, you know that too – but my skin doesn’t stand this, I’d just get into major skin troubles by getting into pool water. So no need for a swimsuit.”
She seemed a bit disappointed.
“Oh. Well. Didn’t know that. But hey, you’re unfair – here are two girls standing nearly naked in front of you, and you wear complete street gear? C’mon, get off this clothes, it’s warm enough in here!”
I grinned.
“If you would give me a hand…”
I stretched my arms high above my head, and both girls didn’t need a second invitation. They approached me and began to strip my clothes off, and I must say, both of them had really experted hands… when it came down to my jeans, I could feel my dick starting to react. Both girls smiled.
“Nice to see you’re not hammered like the rest of these idiots out there”, Katha commented. Samantha said nothing, but her smile became a more dirty touch. Soon, I sat there with only my boxer shorts on.
“And now? Maybe a little threesome?”, I suggested. Samantha gasped for air in surprise, I guessed no one ever had made such a suggestion while she was present. But Katha shook her head.
“Always the same with you boys. Making big promises, but if we accept, you guys just shoot your load and get off.”
“Don’t underestimate me”, I warned her.
“But really:”, she continued, with Samantha following us with an open mouth, obviously she really wasn’t used to ‘plain language’: “What if the teachers come in here right now? You know they announced they will go round for some checks eventually, and it’s surely not the best idea to have them find us fucking right here.”
Well, she was obviously right about that. Samantha, in the meantime, had turned her attention to the radio: ‘Lambada’ was starting to play, and she started to move. Her movements were a bit unsure because of the alcohol, but she clearly had done this before. She came up to me and took my hand.
“C’mon, lets dance…!”
She pulled me up from the sofa, I grabbed her, and we started to dance. I had no idea of the single steps, but it seemed she didn’t mind.
“Seems like you know the dance and the steps”, I commented. She looked at me happily.
“I was with my parents in Rio for vacation just last month, during the winter break here. Oooo, it was sooo much fun… but they didn’t let me go out with boys… but it was sooo nice there… the warmth, the people, everything…”
Her voice trailed off as she seemed to relive their vacation and her carnival-in-Rio experience. I for myself enjoyed the feeling of this girl, nearly nude, in my arms, but caught a look of Katha: she sat at the sofa with an undeterminable look at her face. Could it be she was getting jealous, I wondered?
The song ended, and after some seconds, Samantha stopped to dance and opened her eyes. I tried to fix them, but they spinned around: she couldn’t get a clear fix anymore.
“I’m drunk”, she murmured. “I’m just a drunk girl who can’t anymore…” – she trailed off, and leaned against me. I held her body upright, not really knowing what to do about this.
“I have to poop”, she murmured but made no effort to let me go and go to the bathroom.
“What?”, I asked – maybe I just had heared wrong.
“I must poop”, she repeated with a slightly squealing voice. “But I can’t, good girls don’t poop, clean girls don’t poop, I can’t shit here…” – her voice, once again, trailed off, I suspected she didn’t really know what she was talking anymore. Clearly, by dancing the alc in her blood had gotten into her brain really fast now, making her what she was admitting herself: a drunken girl. I turned her so Katha could see her backside from the sofa.
“I have to shit”, she repeated, now a bit louder, but still made no effort to leave me, instead, she was holding herself at me, somewhat clinging to me.
“Hey, Katha, you hear this? She has to shit”, I announced to Katha with a now really dirty grin on my face. Katha paled.
“She wouldn’t dare…?”
“I don’t dare, but I must…”
“Well, then just do it, I like it dirty”, I assured drunken little Samantha. She gave me a short look, and I took both my hands at her ass. There, I could feel it: her asshole opened a bit, and she let out a small amount of shit. Not quite enough to really soil Katha’s bikini panties, but I knew a bit was there.
“Uuuugh, clean girls don’t do this, and boys only like clean girls”, she murmured.
“Well, time for you to learn not every boy likes only clean girls”, I answered back at her, loud enough for Katha to hear. She was still sitting at the sofa, watching the scene. I slid one hand into her bikini and, sure enough, found the little shit she had produced, still inside her butt crack. I took two fingers to smear around it a bit, caressing her asshole, then took out my hands with two brown fingers.
“Here, look… thats your shit… and I like it!”, I assured Samantha who was by now looking at me with large eyes.
“Let me just smell it”, I said, taking the fingers at my nose and taking a good breath – and got a nice, warm, pleasantly shitting aroma. Samantha looked at me unbelievingly.
“You really don’t mind me having a shitty ass now…?”
“Not in the slightest! The dirty note is what only really gets the fun started! Here, maybe you’d like to have a sniff yourself?”
I offered her my fingers, and she – sure enough – couldn’d resist to bring her nose up to them and inhaling deeply – and I could see energy was coming back to her.
“Hmmm, not as bad as I thought. Tell me, do all girls smell like that?”
“Hmmm, good question… from what I know, no, there are slight differences.”
“So you wouldn’t mind me, a drunken
girl, filling this
bikini panties right here and now?”, she asked, giggling with disbelief.
“Sure I wouldn’t! But this bikini is Katha’s, maybe you’ll have to deal with her…”
I looked at Katha, who was by now sitting on the sofa and was starting to rub her pussy through her bikini, which had gotten wet somehow.
“Only if I can play along, too….!”
“Sure! So, Sam, just let it out… yes… that’s the way”, I caressed Samantha whilst I was rubbing her ass. I could feel she let loose the tension of her body, her asshole opened, and her shit started to flow out. She kept clinging at my body, so I had both hands free to continue to rub her bottom, rubbing the still coming shit around, covering her whole ass with it. I couldn’t see it, but well feel and smell it: a nice, pleasant, soft shitty odor. Sam was completely gone by now and let out everything she had. Katha still sat on the sofa with large eyes and stared at Sam’s ass which surely was brown by now, her pussy rubbing becoming much faster. Soon, the red dots and stripes on her skin appeared, she begang to sweat – and then, her orgasm shook her around violently on the sofa.
My dick, of course, had gotten hard as a steel bar in the meantime, poking out out my boxer shorts and pressing against Sam’s belly. She giggled as she grabbed it and began playing with it.
“Woo, you really seem to like this! That’s sooo much fun, good thing I came here! Would you dare to smell my fresh – shit”, she spoke the word really dirty as if it was a strictly forbidden word, “for real?”
I did not need another invitation. I slid some fingers inside her panties, smeared around in her soft warm shit and brought them out again: they were completely covered with the soft brown mass. I brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply.
“Just great… a nice, soft aroma”, I commented, and Sam looked at me happily.
“Please, let me try it too!”
I obeyed her wish, of course… I brought my fingers up to her nose, and she, too, took some good sniffs.
“That’s so hot… would have never thought… please, give it to my nose!”
So, I smeared her shit right under her nose, above her upper lip, and she looked at me gleefully.
“This is horny! Now I’m a really dirty girl!”
I smiled.
“Yes you are – and boys LIKE dirty girls!”
Instead of an answer, she brought out her tongue – and licked some of her shit she could reach with it! Then, she tried the taste.
“Not as bad as I always thought… but how would it taste on a boys hard dick…?”, she asked while looking at and playing around with my dick. I just grinned.
“Why not finding it out?”
She smiled happily, let me go at last and turned, now I could for the first time since this session had started see her backside: she had a massive load in her bikini panties, the fabric had brown stains everywhere, and some of the soft brown mass had gotten out and was smeared around at her skin. She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Please, serve yourself…!”
And so I did – I carefully lowered her bikini panties, only to find her butt being plastered with shit, and the smell became much more present at the moment. I lowered her panties a bit down her legs, browning them in the progress. Then, I got right behind her, taking my massively hard dick and pushing it right into her butt crack. Not to be misunderstood – I didn’t ass fuck her but pushed my dick right into her shit covered butt crack, covering it with her fresh, warm, soft shit completely. When I was done, I took a step back.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Sam turned over to me and glanced at my now completely brown, twisting cock, then got down on her knees.
“Oooo, looks really yummy!”, she commented before she grabbed my dick, wanked it a little (with the shit functioning as a lubricant) – and, for real, opened her mouth and sucked it right in!
She made several licking and sucking moves, then acted as if tasting some very special wine.
“Hmmm, interesting, not bad at all… would’ve never thought I’d have a real choco lolly here now.”
She continued her sucking/licking, and of course, this was too much for me: without further warning, I shot my load deep into her throat with full force. After I was done, she smiled broadly.
“A choc lolly with cream, to be excatly!”, she grinned – a very dirty grin.
“So, now I know my own shit… but what is another girl’s shit like…?”, she asked, looking right at Katha.
“Hey, I already thought you would never ask!”
“One step after the other”, Sam smiled. “But I want it right fresh from the source, I want you… to shit right on me! But how can we do this without ruining the carpet completely?”
I grinned.
“No problem at all. On my back side, I’m still clean, so I’ll lay down here -“, so I did, “you lay right on me, shitty little princess”, I pulled Sam right on me so she was laying with her backside on me, “and now Katha can give you what you want.”
“Michael, you’re thinking really practical”, Katha admitted. Then, she removed her bikini panties which were only wet with her pussy juices but not dirty or shitty, and got right over Sam’s face.
“Get ready.”
“Can’t wait!”
I, from my downside point of view, watched the show go on. Katha slowly let go, and a nice long log of her own shit started to emerge from her butt hole. I compared the color with Sam’s shit: it was of a faintly darker color, and there was a slight difference in the aroma, too – the aroma was a bit muskier than Sam’s, just as I had told it the girls earlier.
Sure enough, Katha’s shit landed right on Sam’s cute face, and now it was her turn to really start to sweat and breathe faster and faster. Katha lowered her ass a bit on Sam’s face, smearing her own shit around, then Sam started to move around her legs uncontrollably.
“Yes… yes… I need to… please… do my pussy, anyone!”
I would have loved to do so, but couldn’t get free my still hard dick under the weight of both girls, it was buried in Sam’s ass crack, so Katha had to do the job which she gleefully accepted. She lowered herself completely on Sam, looking at me curiously.
“Can you stand the weight of two girls, Michael? Still enjoying yourself?”
“Thank you, I’m fine. Never been better.”
So she lowered her head down to Sam’s nice little cunt and started licking her. Sam’s movements became heftier, stronger as she steered straight forward to her own orgasm. This movements, the feeling of two girls on me, had its effects on me too.
Then, Sam managed to get her mouth free and clean and started licking Katha’s pussy which she commented with sounds that told of great joy. And right under them, there I was – having two shitty girls engaged in a nice 69 right on top of me!
It didn’t take long for Samantha to reach her climax, her movements becoming even wilder. All senses together, the nice shitty smell of two girls, the weight of them, moving around, took their toll from my systems: my head flung backwards, and I once again fired my load in Sam’s butt crack. Since I had spurted away only minutes earlier, it wasn’t much volume, but felt great nonetheless.
All the action didn’t leave Katha cold, too – and soon enough, she too shook around, obviously, Sam’s tongue had done a good job.
After we all were back down on earth, the task at hand was, oobviously, to clean up our mess. First, after having calmed down far enough, Katha got up and looked on us.
“You should just see yourselves… dirty, horny, animalic”, she commented. Then, she hurried away to the bathroom to bring enough paper to get at least the worst masses of shit off Sam’s face, so she could get up, too. I, down on the carpet, was still comparatively clean – save for my crotch area, of course. Off we went to the bathroom to get rid of our mess and starting to have a good (and well needed) shower together. There wasn’t much space inside the shower cubicle, but somehow we managed to get in and get clean together. When the water was just runnig on full flow and we splashed around with it, we heard a knock at the window.
“Hello in there! The teachers here! Everything fine there?”
“Yee-ees, just great, we’re just having a shower together!”, Katha replied, giggling, whilst I had to cover my mouth.
“We’d like to check everything is in order!”, the voice from the female teacher outside said. I got a little shocked.
“We’re too wet, and it’s too cold outside, please! Would you mind coming back in 15 minutes?”
“Alright, we’ll be back then.”
Off they went, and Sam couldn’t stop laughing whilst I wept away some imaginary sweat from my forehead.
“Hey, taking it up with two shitgirls but being a coward now?”, Katha teased me.
“I’m just not up to explain my private matters to the teachers.”
We finished our shower, then got back into the living room to open the windows and the glass door to the outside to let in fresh air. I checked the carpet and found out: it had been kept clean!”
“Good job”, I told the girls.
“Maybe we’re just a bit more careful than boys are”, Katha shot back.
There was one thing I was curios about.
“Sam – say, how come you’re so shy in the beginning and then getting so really horny and dirty at all? Had you ever had a good fuck with a guy for real before?”
Sam stopped washing her mouth with sweet drinks and looked at me with a somewhat sad look on her nice, cute face.
“Don’t laugh at me, but I’m still a virgin. You don’t know how life is in this grumpy little town… if the doc finds out at the next medical examination I’m no virgin anymore, the whole city will know. I know, he’s not allowed to talk, but in this sleepy old people’s town here…”
I wrapped my arms around her.
“I won’t laugh at you for that, honey. I can fully understand that, and I wish there was something I could do to get you outta there, to a life of more fun, where you can have your own sex life as you deserve to have.”
Then, Sam took a look at the watch.
“Urgh! About midnight already! Got to find the guys from town to get back… sorry and thanks for all!” With that, she hurried out and was gone.
“Michael, I really don’t wanna throw you out… but you see… it’s a wonder already the other girls hadn’t come back by now. Better for us if you leave now – the others don’t need to see you’re still here, and the teachers will come back for their check really soon.”
Well, I had to admit she was right about this, so I got dressed and left… with a nice memory. Wouldn’t mind seeing Samantha again, I thought, she’s pretty and cute, and fucking her for real surely would have been nice.
Outside, I could see what was going on, the teachers now had some much more serious problems at their hands than checking a girl’s house… being highly on alcohol, many of the other guys were rampaging around, shouting, fighting, destroying… not long before Security had to approach and clean up the scene. I got into my house and bed unseen, the others of this house being asleep from too much beer already. Thinking about the evening, played around with myself a little, thinking about Sam, but also about Katha… my first threesome (well, at least kind of), and there was no danger the others would woke up, they had had more than enough beer for the rest of the night.
Needless to say, none of us was really fit the other morning… I had expected the teachers to cut off this trip and get us all back home, but to my big surprise, everything continued as planned. Only the next evening, sadly enough, alcohol was strictly forbidden, Security and the teachers were on patrol walks, no visitors from outside were allowed in the camp… so Samantha couldn’t visit us again. Also, there was next to no boy-girl-action, not even visits – as I said, the teachers were strolling around on patrol. It was a terribly boring evening… all I could do was to spend it playing cards with my buddies.