Date: Sun, 12 May 2013 08:13:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tracy Smith <tracysmith20022002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Club Scatia, Part 1

Club Scatia (F, G, g, ws, scat)
Copyright 2013, Tracy Smith

All the usual warnings apply!

This is a tribute to a very famous old lesbian scat story with a similar
name.

"It's a pretty simple concept," said Emily. "You can visit the club for a
week, or two weeks, or longer. Some of the women have taken up permanent
memberships, and either live there year round, or visit whenever they
like." She smiled. "Many women bring their daughters."

"Oh my god," I said. "Really?" My pussy was dripping. "Like, when they're
both in the market for the taste of another woman's shit?" I asked, a
slight smile on my face.

"Or want to watch another woman or girl eat their shit, yeah," she said,
rubbing her pussy discreetly.

"Want to do it right now?" I suggested, brushing back my long, blonde hair,
my blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

"That would take away from the reason for Club Scatia," Emily replied. She
was very attractive, with her pixie cut black hair, and cute, petite
features. "A sexy outlet where you can fully indulge your `interests,' in
leisurely fashion. Besides, your husband might notice the smell of shit on
your breath."

"Fuck him," I said, rubbing my own pussy. "God, you've got me so ready to
do it now," I moaned.

"How about an introductory weekend, then?" she said, moving her small hand
to my cunt now. "That way you can satisfy that urgent lust, and think about
joining, without queering things with hubby." She caressed me to a quick,
unsatisfying orgasm, but what I really wanted was to cum with a young
girl's ass over my face, her ass hole pinching off dark chunks of creamy
feces for me to chew and savor, and swallow.

My interest in lesbian sex, and scat and pee, would have shocked my
husband, a financier on Wall Street. As long as I could indulge those
interests without leading to a divorce, would be quite the ideal situation
for me.

And so it was, not three days later, I found myself on a private luxury jet
for Club Scatia, located on its own private island somewhere in the
Caribbean. Equipped with its own landing strip, and based on the brochure,
luxurious accommodations and service, I was very excited for my trip.

I was on the luxuriously decorated jet with another woman about my age, in
her late twenties. She introduced herself as Giselle, a journalist. I
couldn't help but notice how cute she was, with medium length curly brown
hair, and cheerleader good looks, but my hopes were apparently dashed
quickly.

"I'm on assignment for an alternative lifestyle publication– I don't do
this stuff you people are so interested in, I've got a boyfriend, for god's
sake! My editor told me I had to do this story, or be fired. I might just
quit, what you people do sounds absolutely disgusting. But don't worry, I'm
not allowed to use real names, or identifying characteristics – your
identity will be completely safe, no matter what you do."

I just shrugged - there'd be other women on the island, so let her get her
little story. As long as she didn't out me or the Club, what did I care?

Anyway, I was also very interested in the three other female passengers
accompanying Giselle and I – a mother and daughter straight out of a
middle American television show. The mother, Tracy, was in her thirties,
one daughter, Sian, about fifteen. The other, Fiona was eleven, and I found
her to be especially attractive and interesting. Unlike the journalist
Giselle, the mother, Eve, and daughters were excited and happy about our
destination, and the activities that would follow.

"Oh gosh, Mom," Fiona exclaimed, "It's going to be so great to see other
women and girls that love having sex with each other, and playing with
poop!"

Giselle stared at the girl, popeyed. She couldn't believe what she was
hearing.

"You think the world you know is the whole world," I said to her,
smiling. "But that's not necessarily so."

Meanwhile, Tracy was answering Fiona. "Now, you might not find other girls
your age, honey," she said. "There might just be only older women. After
all, it's not so easy to have a relationship like we do," she finished, as
she smiled at her two young, hot and sexy daughters.

:Maybe there aren't as many daddies as dumb as Daddy, huh?" Sian
giggled. "Going to see Grandma? Fuck that, she's not even lesbian like us."
Sian smiled. "I'd be okay with licking Grandma's pussy, though...and I'll
bet the older women on the island have juicy cunts too."

Just then the two stewardesses came around. The cabin was served by the
two, who looked like they were about eighteen, and very clean cut looking,
wearing short skirts and sweet white blouses. About one hour into the three
hour flight, one of the two stewardesses announced drink service. Instead
of taking our order, though, one of them arranged a tray with a pitcher on
a low table.

"We serve `lemon tea,' on these flights," she said. "Everyone who wishes
to, contributes."

She then squatted over the table, and to my delight, she flounced up her
skirt, revealing that she was wearing no panties, her lovely blonde bush
small, but plush.

She lowered her reddish pink cunny over the pitcher, and released a hot
stream of amber fluid into it, her salty, sweet pee bubbling from the force
of her piss. I clapped my hands in glee at the show, appreciating the
beauty of her young cunt, and looking forward to her hot piss. Next to the
three glasses on the tray, the other stewardess arranged various small
bottles of alcohol. Then the pitcher was passed around, each woman or girl
lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties to contribute their
wonderful piss to the mix. I watched each contribute, my pussy growing wet
with excitement.

Tracy's pussy was nicely hairy, her labia plump and large, her clit equally
large. I could just picture her cunt on my mouth. Her pee was dark and
strong-smelling, and made a loud sound as she jetted into the stewardess'
piss. Then the two daughters contributed. Their little pussies were so
fresh and innocent looking, completely hairless. I could imagine that
neither had been polluted with some man or boy's dick, but had probably
received numerous women's tongues. I could only hope that I would get to
eat those sweet little twats at some point on the island. Their pee was
light but not nearly as abundant as their mother's.

When Giselle had the pitcher passed to her, her face whitened. "Ugh, get
that away from me," she said. The rest of us laughed.

 "Your loss," I said.

I pissed in the pitcher, and I was pleased to see every girl there staring
at my own hairless cunt – even Giselle seemed to admire it. It made me
feel proud.

"I'll take mine neat," I said, indicating that I wanted to try the tasty
girl piss without any alcohol to ruin the flavor. Sian and Fiona, smiling,
said they'd have the same. Giselle, though, made a fuss, saying that it was
barbaric to drink someone's urine, and asking for water instead. The
stewardess demurred, saying that pee was all we were to be
provided. Giselle took her glass, but looked at it with a strained
expression.

Then the other stewardess, even younger looking than the first, announced
`snacks.' She also squatted over the table, on which now resided a
plate. She too pulled up her skirt, but turned her back to us, showing us
her lovely, bare bottom, As she squatted, she separated her sweet, round
ass cheeks, and we could see the emergence of a series of soft, tan turds
from her bottom hole, each about the size of a marble, accompanied by
sporadic bursts of intestinal gas from her bottom.

The mother, girls and I were laughing, and licking our lips with
anticipation, while Giselle looked as though she might vomit. "Is there a
restroom?" she asked the stewardess who had provided us with pee, and who
was watching her partner's efforts in admiration.

Meanwhile, the two cute young girls made their own contributions to the
scattering of shit on the tray, their sweet little bums so beautiful and
mouth-watering to me.

The stewardess answered Giselle. "No, I'm sorry ma'am, there isn't, but if
you have to pee or shit, we'd be happy to share it with the others..." I
listened with interest.

Tracy said, "If you have to vomit, use the airsickness bag. I'm not
interested in that, but if you'll be peeing or shitting, you can share it
with everyone else. Fiona, would you like her vomit?"

The girl's expression brightened. "Sure," she piped up loudly, making us
laugh. Sadly, Giselle kept her stomach contents down during the trip.

I drank my glass of pee, and chewed on the earthy shit balls the girls had
provided for us, loving the taste, smell and consistency of all. "That was
wonderful," I told one of the girls.

"Thank you, Miss," she said. "If you'd like, you can lick my sister's
little ass hole, I think there's a bit there, still hot and wet."

"Why, thank you so much," I said. "I'd like that very much!" The girl
obliged me by lying across my lap and baring her little pink tush, her
delightfully rosy butt cheeks so round and full, and her tiny, wrinkled
anus pink and quite virginal looking. I leaned down and lapped at her hot
crack, the smell and taste of a young girl's dirty ass so luscious and
mouth-watering.

"You can play with my pussy if you'd like," the girl suggested. Her slit
and her plump clit were already quite wet, and I suspected the two sisters
had been playing together earlier in the small galley. I looked up briefly,
to see Sian with her face between the other stewardess's thighs, probably
ostensibly to lick off her pee, but taking the occasion to lick her pussy
and clit, too, judging by her moans of pleasure.

Too soon, in my opinion, we arrived at the island.

End Part 1

Club Scatia