College Underground

All characters and locations are fictional; all characters are also over 18.

Vera was in the library at Cee Nova College when she decided she'd had enough of Geoffrey Chaucer for one day. It was a Friday afternoon, warm and sunny, and she thought she would meander over to the W. L. Merd apartment complex, a short distance off campus, and check things out. She had several friends who resided there, most of them fellow students, though she herself lived at home. It had once been a mini-mansion but had been converted into ten apartments, each shared by 2-4 occupants. It also had a fairly large communal room where parties could be held.

The unique thing about the Merd, and why Vera counted so many friends there, was that everyone who lived there was a faithful and dedicated fanatic of the scat fetish. Just like Vera. The owners, a married couple, were devoted scat lovers themselves, and from the beginning hoped to fill the apartments with like-minded people. It took a while, but eventually their goal was accomplished. It's doubtful that any other place in the country had as large a concentration of filth-worshipers living under one roof as the Merd.

Just as she exited the library, Vera's phone dinged. It was a text message from Miranda Armstrong, Dean of Humanities, asking her, if still on campus, if she could stop by her office before heading out. Vera decided to postpone her visit to the Merd and made her way instead to the Humanities building. The outer office was busier than usual, especially for a Friday afternoon, and was seen over by Miranda's chestnut haired, green-eyed voluptuous office manager, Cheri. She was the perfect choice for Miranda to have in this role since both were insatiable scat queens. Some days it seemed they spent more time in the ladies' room together getting up to messy mischief than in the office. Both carried soaps and creams, even a toothbrush, in their handbags to clean up after their filthy scat sprees. Cheri kept a supply of peppermint candies in a dish on the office counter that both women partook of frequently.

Vera, being a senior, had known Cheri for a long time, had scatted with her at parties at the Merd, and liked her very much. She had even participated with her and Miranda in some of their bathroom fun, once on the last day before spring break after the campus had emptied. They finished off a bottle of rum Miranda had in her desk and then trashed the ladies' room and themselves in a filthy scat threeway that had them all half-covered in shit while bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm. Then it took them an hour to clean up the mess. They all had to go home coated in shit beneath their clothes, and when Vera walked in, her parents took one look at her (fortunately her sister Tess was staying at a girlfriend's house for a sleepover) and escorted her to their oversized shower stall where everyone picked up where the three revelers had left off. All three of them were soon wallowing in shit to their heart's content. Just another joyous memory Vera had of her wonderful home life with her scat-loving parents.

"Dean Armstrong wanted to see me," Vera said to Cheri, assuming a formal role more conducive to the setting. Other students and professors in the office might be shocked if they heard her call her Miranda.

"Yes, I know," Cheri replied. "Lucky you. Go on in."

Vera opened the door and entered Miranda's private office. She was seated in a semi-slumped position at her desk and had a flushed look on her face that made Vera wonder if she had been fingering herself under her desk. Or perhaps been up to something even more deviant.

"Hello, Miranda. Feeling good?" Vera asked, smiling.

Miranda took a deep breath eliciting a barely audible moan and answered, "Yes, fine, thanks for asking."

"You didn't shit your panties sitting there, did you?" grinned Vera, not the least bit reticent suggesting such a thing to the dean.

"I might have if I were wearing any, but I slipped them off to better finger myself."

"And what made you decide to do that, or is that just your idea of a coffee break?"

Paying no attention to her question, Miranda said, "You wouldn't mind crawling under my desk and licking my cunt, would you? Or eating my ass? That would be even better." Miranda, likewise, had no qualms about speaking to Vera so shockingly.

Vera clucked her tongue loudly and asked, "Is that why you wanted to see me? I'm flattered, but I'm sure Cheri would have been happy to do that for you." This bantering would have been astonishing to hear for most anybody, both the subject matter and the ease with which they conversed about it. But Vera and Miranda had known each other going on four years now and had engaged in the most intimate acts imaginable together, so spoke to each other like sisters, at least in private. It was the same with all the scatters on campus.

Miranda got herself in a slightly more dignified position before responding, "That's true, Cheri usually fulfills that request whenever I make it and most pleasantly, too. No, that's not why I asked you to stop by. It's this I wanted to show you. Know anything about it?" She pointed to a carboard box on her desk, maybe a foot square, with a brown paper bag inside. She opened the bag and immediately could tell what was inside by the smell.

"Jack brought it to me," Miranda said. Jack Ross was the Athletic Director and Miranda's frequent scatting companion. "Somebody left it on the lid of his toilet. It wasn't you, was it?" Jack was one of the lucky few, maybe the only one on campus, to have a personal toilet in his office. He, like Miranda, was well-known to all the scat fiends on campus and was a frequent attendee at their scat parties at the Merd and elsewhere. But these same students were often playing practical jokes on him, a favorite being taking a shit on his toilet seat lid when he wasn't there and attaching a note to it, something like, "Miss you, Jack" or "Surprise!" He usually didn't mind, often making good use of the turd or turds, sometimes with Miranda. But there were a few close calls when other "regular" students were with him, and once he came into his office with the head basketball coach of a rival college who fortunately had a bad head cold at the time and couldn't smell anything. Jack was able to swoosh the offensive log into the toilet unnoticed, which pissed him off, seeing a good log go to waste.

Vera took the bag out of the box and rolled the sides of it down until the shit was exposed. Then she licked it. "It's not mine," she announced.

"What," grunted Miranda. "You had to taste it to remind you whether you shit on his toilet lid or not?"

"No, I just felt like licking it."

"Can you tell from the taste who it might belong to? Jack is getting a little tired of this joke."

"Miranda, shit is shit, there's no way to tell whose it is by tasting it. You haven't figured that out yet after all this time?"

"I never thought about it, usually being too preoccupied getting as covered with it as I could."

"It must have worked because now you're a dean, and we know what they're all full of."

"Careful, young lady, or with a click I'll change all your grades to C- on your transcript. Goodbye graduate school."

Knowing they were just ragging one another Vera looked back at the pile in her hand and continued, "If I were to guess, this shit Jack gave you might belong to my sister, Tess, though I would deny ever telling you."

"Oh, that's right, your sister Tess is at Cee Nova now, isn't she. I think I met her the first time at the pool during a midnight water polo gathering. It was after in the empty wading pool and all I remember seeing is this very pretty freshman with every inch of her body covered in shit giving Nevin a blow job. He was also covered in shit." Miranda was referring to a top-secret water polo team consisting solely of scat lovers, most of whom resided at the Merd, run by her and Jack that met every other Sunday after midnight at the school's pool, always followed by an open scat orgy in a convenient wading pool and the showers.

"Yeah, that sounds like Tess," said Vera.

"Why do you think it might be hers?"

"Now don't get all upset and worried," Vera answered facetiously, "but I think she likes Jack a little. But then Tess likes anybody who's into scat."

"Well, you might want to pass the word around at the Merd to cool it whoever's doing it, but there isn't much I can do about it. I'll have to tell Jack later he is just going to have to suck it up," which got them both to laughing as they agreed it was what he'd probably be all too happy to do anyway, "from one end of a juicy log to the other."

Just then the office door opened and in walked Susan Hicks. Susan was the literary "star" of the campus having now published six rather successful novels after a rough start. It was when she added scat scenes to her fourth novel, as strongly suggested by a student she had at the time, that her reputation blossomed, relatively speaking. Each subsequent novel contained more as well as more-detailed and filthier scat scenes, until her latest, Piled on High, actually sold out and went into a second printing.

"Susan!" called out Miranda loudly in greeting. "What brings you to these hallowed halls?"

"Hello, Miranda," returned Susan, and then noticing Vera, added, "Vera, what a pleasant surprise! I haven't seen you in a while."

"Hi, Susan," said Vera. "I was going to stop by your office next week to ask if you would serve on my senior thesis committee."

"What's your topic? Susan asked."

"Hidden Scatological Motifs in The Canterbury Tales."

Miranda chuckled and said, "You should enjoy the research even if the final paper turns out to be a crock of shit."

Both Susan and Vera groaned. "That's just awful, Miranda," said Susan. "Is that typical dean's humor?" That made Vera laugh, but not so much Miranda.

Turning her attention to Vera, Susan stated, "Sure, Vera. I think I'd be able to manage that. I'll have to brush up on my Middle English."

"Thanks," Vera said. "The Coghill or Glasser translations should do just fine."

"Well, Miranda," Susan continued after a brief pause. "I just stopped by to tell you I have some interesting news about my novel."

In an attempt to rebound from the mild stinging she felt from Susan's earlier comment, Miranda offered as sarcastically as she could, "Oh, it's going into a third printing, is it? Or is it officially being burned in some sections of the country?" She smiled pleasantly after saying it.

"The first part of what you said might actually occur now, thanks to the award I just won for it."

"Oh, wow," said Vera enthusiastically. "What award was that?"

"A National Book Award?" put in Miranda. "A Pulitzer?" This was more sarcasm, perhaps poured on even thicker.

"No, a PWA award."

"What the fuck is that?" exclaimed Miranda.

"Porn Writers of America," explained Susan. "The award is for the novel that best expands the boundaries of human decency."

"Expands? Or completely erases?" countered Miranda. "I've read that book at least five times, the good parts anyway, and I don't know where you come up with some of that shit, but I wish we could try some of it when we're scatting together. It's hot, all right, I've got to admit!"

"Thanks, Miranda. That's sweet. Everything I write is worked out ahead of time for accuracy and reliability, to the delight of Ginger" (she was her lover, whom she lived with, and another scat fancier), "so I've done it all already, just let me know when you want to give it a go."

"You doing anything right now?" Miranda inquired.

"You want to scat right now? Where, here in your office?"

"It's after 5 o'clock, it's a Friday, nobody's around anymore. But not here, there's no place to clean up. I was thinking of Jack's office. You come too, Vera, and we'll bring Cheri."

"I suppose you're hoping Jack is still there," said Vera.

"I know he is. I told him earlier I'd meet him, remember?" She pointed to the box of shit on her desk.

Susan gazed at Miranda for a minute and then said, "You know, love, I like that proposal. Ginger is visiting her mother for the weekend so I have no one to go home to. Vera, are you in?"

"Yeah, why not? Should be fun."

Cheri was summoned and she agreed to go along, too. "There's a scat party at the Merd tomorrow night, so this will be a good lead-in." Cheri would scat every day of the week if she could.

"Come on," said Miranda. "We'll take my car to the athletic building." She could feel the adrenalin surging through her body and her pussy becoming wet; the thought of scatting with everyone present, as well as Jack, was setting off sparks inside her.

"Before we go," Miranda suddenly said, "who besides me isn't wearing any panties?" She raised her dress to show she was naked beneath it. Everyone said they were wearing them.

"Cheri," Miranda declared, "that's very surprising coming from you, but let's go, everyone, take them off and throw them in my desk drawer; you can retrieve them next week. Panty-clad pussies are not allowed in my car."

"This is a clever move, Miranda," said Susan playfully, as she stepped out of her tiger-striped bikini panties, "the perfect incentive for you to come to work on Monday, so you can sniff and lick our panties. Good thinking, love." A few seconds later all three ladies were dropping their panties in the opened drawer.

"I hope there's a long way to the athletic building and you're going to take it," added Cheri, "so we can all fool around a little in the car."

"I'm guessing it'll take five minutes," replied Miranda, "ten if I barely touch the accelerator, so you'll have to act fast." By this time they were all so excited, talking and laughing, that Miranda left without taking the box of shit for Jack.

They got to the building after engaging in some cursory kissing and pussy fingering and went to Jack's office, but he was nowhere to be found. The next logical place they thought he might be was the campus swimming pool, which was attached to the gym. The most direct route to the pool was through the shower room, which they took.

"I think I hear voices," said Miranda before entering the pool area, and then she could see where they were coming from: Jack was sprawled out in the empty concrete wading pool next to the regular pool with Tess crouched over his face; another girl, Naomi, Vera's friend and lover, knelt next to him sucking his cock. All three were naked, and all three were partially covered in shit with more obviously on the way as a log was just then flowing from Tess's ass into Jack's mouth.

"Well," declared Miranda. "What have we here? I hope we're not interrupting anything." She wasn't angry or upset, though perhaps a little startled seeing her favorite scat partner with two beautiful naked women sitting on his face and sucking his cock.

"Oh hi, everybody," responded Tess, her defecation completed. "No, come on over."

"What are you two doing here?" Vera asked her sister and Naomi, somewhat surprised but not totally.

"I just thought I'd check and see that Jack got my present earlier," said Tess, "and Naomi came along with me."

"I was hoping to find and surprise you," Naomi added. "I got off work early. All of us ending up scatting just sort of happened." The devil-may-care attitude being displayed by everyone was an indication of the type of very open relationship they all shared.

"There's your answer, Miranda," Vera said. "It was Tess's turd in the box after all."

Ignoring that information for the time being, Miranda advised Tess, "You'd better see to that turd you just plopped in Jack's mouth. If you don't do something with it in a hurry, I will."

Tess turned around and straddled Jack's chest and took the turd out of his mouth. She divided it between both her hands and rubbed one hand over his face, the other on her own tits. The creamy softness of the shit she was applying to her skin was taking her breath away, which was causing her to smear the shit on Jack's face rather haphazardly.

"My God, girl," Miranda chastised her. "What are you doing to this poor man? Let me do that." She had her dress off in a flash and was soon busy spreading Tess's shit neatly over Jack's face, kissing him profusely in the process, and offering her own tits, which she also was rubbing with shit, to him to suck. Meanwhile, Susan, Cheri, and Vera were busy undressing as well.

Once she was naked, Vera naturally made her way to Naomi, and soon both were sucking Jack's seven-inch dick. They took turns deep-throating him while the other licked his balls. Every now and then they interrupted their sucking to kiss each other.

"I want his cock up my ass," Naomi said to Vera after one particularly deep kiss between them. "I've been thinking about it since Tess and I got here."

"Get on your knees with your ass up and I'll eat you out," ordered Vera. "I'll get you nice and wet back there. Is this shit you have smeared on you already Jack's?"

"Yes," she answered. "It part of a beautiful pile he deposited on Tess's belly we all shared."

"Your ass is still pretty clean. I want to get it all filthy before I bury my face in your crack."

"Whatever you want, love. Just as long as your tongue ends up deep in my shithole." Naomi got in position and Vera began spreading a handful of shit across her ass cheeks and deep into the valley between. For all of them this was the most ecstatic aspect of scat play, the giving and receiving of shit on not just their asses, but everywhere on their bodies. This is what they worshipped the most, what brought them the greatest pleasure, the highest satisfaction, the most powerful orgasms. It was as if their bodies were being transformed into a magical state of pure sensation, and the more they succumbed to it the more potent and overwhelming the thrill and gratification would be.

When Naomi was covered in a pasty sheen, Vera ran her lips and tongue through her crack and to her rosebud. She licked all around her anal ring, savoring the taste, before plowing through with her tongue. Naomi kept deep-throating Jack until he was leaking precum and about to burst. Naomi turned around quickly assuming a reverse cowgirl position and inserted his cock in her ass.

"You got me so juicy in there," she said to Vera. "His dick slides in like a hot knife in butter."

Vera got up and stood in front of Naomi, her cunt at her mouth. "Lick my cunt before I turn around and you can eat my ass as well." Naomi's tongue was instantly running laps through her lover's slit.

"Open wide," Vera instructed her lover. "You must be thirsty." A stream of piss flowed from her pussy into Naomi's mouth and across her face, running down her chin and cheeks to her tits and belly and finally onto Jack's thighs. Naomi held her mouth open and quickly arranged her throat muscles so she could swallow and not gag. She downed several gulps, allowing the rest to wash over her chin onto her tits. At the same time, Naomi rode Jack's dick carefully with her ass, not wanting him to pop out, easy to happen at that angle. She pushed down on him hard, his pubic hair tickling her ass cheeks, his cock filling her up. His cock felt wonderful, and she leaned backwards a bit to allow more of it to stimulate her. His dick was also fostering her need to shit.

Vera finally finished peeing and turned around and thrust her ass into Naomi's face. "Tongue-fuck my asshole, baby," she commanded. "Any second I'll have a present for you, I can feel it."

"Shit in my hands, Vera, and I'm going to shit on Jack's cock at the same time." She turned her head towards Jack and implored him, "Come, baby, shoot your load up my ass, get my shitter all fired up so I can drop a heaping pile on your cock and balls." Just as she felt Jack's dick erupt inside her, she could see a hefty log swim out of Vera's ass into her hands. It was only inches from her face and she couldn't resist inhaling it deeply and then licking it. She felt her own ass evacuate its contents onto Jack's spent cock and balls, and for a few seconds she was frozen in place, not knowing which treasure to go to first: her shit-filled hands or Jack's shit-covered genitals. She wanted to immerse herself in both, to wallow ecstatically in both piles, and, of course, to do so with Vera and Jack's help.

Vera made the decision for her. She spun around and knelt down in front of Naomi staring at her hands. She took one and guided it to her mouth until the shit was right at her lips. Then she wiped it over her mouth and most of her face, finally putting some in her mouth that she could share with her lover in a deep shit-kiss. Their faces down to their tits were soon covered in brown ooze.

"This is so wild and filthy, isn't it Naomi?" Vera cooed. "I love it so much getting each other covered like this, all over our faces and on our tongues and everywhere, it's just so fucking hot!" They kissed again, another powerful shit-kiss, their hands massaging each other's tits with shit. Then they both dove headfirst toward Jack's shit-covered cock and balls and began lapping him up.

On the other side of the smooth concrete pool a few feet away were Susan and Cheri. Susan was sitting on the edge of the pool peeing on Cheri who was lying beneath her. Susan was giving her a good soaking, especially on her tits and face. The warm liquid arced from her pussy splashing onto Cheri's body drenching her. Cheri swished the piss over her tits with her hands and held her mouth open so Susan could fill it and she could swallow it down.

"That's it, Susan," gurgled Cheri between swallows. "Bathe me completely in your piss. I love it! You taste wonderful. You have more than just piss for me though, I hope."

"Don't worry, Cheri. I'm just looking you over trying to decide where to bury you first."

"You know me well enough to know my tits would be the place I'd love most. It's one of several things we have in common."

"That's true," said Susan. "But Ginger and I have been experimenting with our feet lately, covering them in our shit and licking them clean again. You up for trying that with me?"

"Sure, I'd love to. There's a girl at the Merd, Piper, maybe you know her, who has a foot fetish as strong as her scat one and loves getting her feet all shitty and her partner's, too. She'll spend half a session smearing and licking your toes after basking them in shit. She's amazing at it."

"I'll have to invite her over sometime when Ginger is there," said Susan. "It sounds like we'd both cherish her skills very much."

Susan sat in front of Cheri's feet and picked one up. She smelled it all over and then licked every inch of it.

"Lean back, Susan, and open your legs," suggested Cheri after a while. "Put my toes up inside your cunt, I'll fuck you with my foot."

"Way ahead of you, Cheri. I was just about to ask if you wouldn't mind putting your other foot up my ass at the same time."

"Oh, fuck yeah!" beamed Cheri. "A double foot fuck! Shit on one of my feet first and that can be the lube to get it in your ass." Susan got on her haunches and centered Cheri's left foot under her ass. A few seconds later a log emerged and came to rest on Cheri's instep. She proceeded to spread the shit over her foot and halfway to her knee. When Cheri's toes were covered, Susan began sucking each one beginning with the big toe. Slowly she took each toe into her mouth and then circled her tongue all around it. When her mouth filled with shit, she dribbled it out down her chin to her tits or back on Cheri's foot.

After sucking and licking her whole foot, Susan recoated all her toes again with shit. Then she got on her knees and lined her foot up with her asshole. She squeezed all five toes into a mass and gently pushed it through her sphincter. Before long it was inserted to where her arch began its sharp incline. It felt marvelous, like a fat cock stretching her anal walls. The right foot she kept mostly clean, and Susan pushed it into her cunt. Lying back on her elbows, Cheri was able to maintain a steady fucking of both Susan's holes, no mean feat, even though she was able to rest the heel of her right foot on the floor with Susan thrusting herself on it. Susan didn't think there would be enough stimulation to make her come, but out of the blue she began to spasm and by grabbing the filthy foot in her ass and ramming it in hard, she hit her climax. Cheri kept both her feet positioned inside Susan until she was finished coming.

Miranda joined them, admiring the foot action she just witnessed. She embraced Susan and they kissed deeply, sharing the shit that covered their faces. For all the bantering and teasing they did while together, they loved each other and enjoyed scatting together more than just about anything. Miranda crushed her dirty tits into Susan's and ran her fingers through her hair. Finally, she rolled off her and signaled for everyone's attention. Somewhat flamboyantly, she announced, "Listen everyone! As some of you know, our esteemed faculty member and author here just won a prestigious award for her latest book?"

There were some inquiries for more details from the four people present who hadn't heard, but Miranda waved them off. She continued, "I'm sure Susan can fill you in on the details later, but I think she deserves a special prize from her colleagues in the department recognizing her accomplishment. Cheri, come on, let's do this." It only took a few seconds for all to deduce what this was going to entail.

"Susan, I can't think of a better way to say 'Congratulations!' then by having the two of us present you with a token of what we cherish most. I hope it will not be a small token, but a rather large one. Cheri, you do her tits and belly and being dean, I claim top spot, her lovely mouth. The rest of you have already shit or I'd ask you to join in, but feel free to help spread the wealth around. Ready, everyone?"

While Miranda and Cheri got into position, Susan said somewhat drolly, "What an honor this is, maybe just as much as the PWA award itself." She might have been wishing to say a few more words, but a number of juicy turds were about to cascade from Miranda's ass into her mouth, which she didn't want to bungle, so she stopped talking and opened wide. As her mouth filled and her eyes half rolled back in ecstasy, Cheri released a lovely log over both her tits that stretched almost to her navel. Everyone else was right there ready to spread it all over Susan's body and their own.

"Your face is so gorgeous slathered in creamy shit just like it is now," said Miranda to Susan, "I just want to kiss and lick it all up." After sharing the turds in Susan's mouth in stupendous shit-kisses and wiping them all over both their faces, Miranda had Jack lie next to Susan's head and the two of them gave him a terrific blowjob, even better than the one Vera and Naomi had given him earlier. Each of them was able to take his cock deep into their throats, their lips pressing hard against his balls. Cheri helped out by fingering and licking Jack's asshole and when Jack couldn't hold back any longer, he shot his cum all over Susan's face.

"There you go, Susan," Miranda chirped. "A face full of Jack's cum and you look even more beautiful and sexy. I wish we had filmed it so you could show it at the awards ceremony; those other porn writers would be insanely jealous. Your novel would go viral!"

This scat orgy continued for a while longer, and then they all made their way to the showers to clean themselves up. All except Miranda and Jack, that is, who stayed behind under the pretense of cleaning the wading pool, but actually to engage in another round of dirty sex. They gathered all the remnants of shit in the pool and smeared them on each other, and then ate each other's asses out while lying on their sides. Only a slight adjustment made it easy for Miranda to suck Jack's cock, which she did while fucking his asshole with her fingers. She got him hard again, and Jack rolled her on her back and crawled between her legs. He coated her cunt with a handful of shit and plowed his dick inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he fucked her hard.

"Give it to me, Mr. Ross," she howled, like a Victorian damsel being ravished by her master. "Shove that shitty cock up my cunt and fuck me, sir. God, it feels so fucking good! Fill me up with your cum."

"Have no fear, my esteemed learned lady," Jack replied in a similar feigned style of speaking. "I'm going to fuck your cunt till you scream for mercy; not even the president of this college can save your ass."

"Save my ass?" she declared, assuming her normal voice. "He's going to be fucking it tomorrow after the monthly meeting with all the deans. If only he would scat with me, the fucking wuss!"