Keywords: mf, scat
Chapter ONE
"Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through thehouse, the Schidinks were stirring..."
Little Timmy Schidink, only ten years old and veryangry, sat on on the toilet in the the groundfloor bathroom.He had withheld his shit five days, but now the Turkey dinnerwas forcing the issue. His constipated gut ached as hepushed and pushed trying to squeeze the delayed monster turdout his distended rectum.
Grace Schidink in the master-bedroom hummed happilyas she prepared the boudoir for the private pleasure she andKurt had been planning for weeks. With an expert flourishshe rolled out the red rubber sheet onto the king-sizedmattress, fastening it securely at the corners. Next, sheopened up four brand new packages of disposable drop clothsand began covering the floor around the bed. The macrameplant hangers followed... down came the spider plants, upwent the chrome hooks Kurt had recently added to their toychest from the medical supply house.
Behind the locked door of his third floor bedroom,handsome athletic smooth-bodied muscular blonde square-jawedblue-eyed Kurt Jr., home for the holidays from his Sophomoreyear at UCLA, popped a videotape into the VCR, put on hishorn-rimmed distance glasses and lay back on the bed playingwith his nipples as the crude titles rolled over the screen.
Kurt Sr. was making ready in the master bathroom. Ohno. He'd forgotten to pick up that extra tube of PreparationH and there was none left in the medicine cabinet. "I can'tbelieve this," he muttered to himself, pissed off that hehadn't made out a list before he'd gone shopping yesterday.The stores would all be closed now. Perhaps Kurt Jr. mighthave some he could borrow. Kurt put on a bathrobe andstepped into the hall where he was greeted by the sound ofsnickering and dirty giggling coming from behind middle sonMarvin's closed bedroom door. It sounded smutty to Kurt andhe didn't like it. After all there were the other parents toconsider. Marvin Schidink was hosting a slumber party forhis neighborhood playmates Eddie and Victor, and theirparents had given permission. Kurt didn't want anyrepercussions. He rapped on Marvin's door. "What're youguys doing in there?" The sniggles stopped. "Nothing, Dad.""May I come in?"
Victor hurriedly tossed the pink rubber dildo-dickhe'd stolen from the magazine store under the bed. Just intime. [Whew] The door opened.
Kurt looked into the room. The three boys, Marvin12, Victor 15, and Eddie just 13 were all sitting boltupright under the covers of Marvin's bed. There were comicsspread all over the bed. Innocent enough, Kurt decided."Now you boys, keep it down in here." "Yes sir." "...anddon't do anything smutty, you understand. Tomorrow isn't aschoolday so you can keep the lights on until 12:00, but thenyou've got to hit the hay, understand?" "Yes sir."
Kurt closed the door a proceeded up the stairs to KurtJr.'s room. He knocked once. "Kurt Jr...?"
[Oh FUCK!] Kurt Jr. grabbed for the remote controland pushed OFF just as the words, "SCAT LOVER TAPE #3"bloomed onto the screen. "What is it, Dad?" "Do you haveany Preparation H, Son? Your mom and I are out." "Just asecond, Dad, I think I do, I'll check." Kurt hopped into hisjeans and took a fresh tube out of his dopkit on thenightstand. He was about to open the door when he realizedthat he still had two big green snakebite suction cupsattached to his nipples. He yanked them off, hoping thereddened erect nipples would go unnoticed by his father.They did. "Having a flare-up?" Kurt Jr. asked solicitouslyas he handed over the medication. "No, Son, it's for yourmother." "Well this should do the trick...it always worksfor me." "Thanks, Kurt Jr., I'll buy you a replacement tubetomorrow."
Kurt Jr. watched his father head back down thestairs. Sr. was a great big blond muscular man with a giantbutt and a fairly large belly, but all-in-all real masculine,like so many of his Polish buddies who rode with him on theback of scavenger trucks working hard in all kinds of weatherhauling garbage to provide food for the table and a collegeeducation for the kids. Jr. shut the door and began lookingaround the carpet for his snakebite cups.
Grace could feel that sexy feeling starting in herbowels, she resisted pulling down her panties and fingeringher clitoris. There was still some preparation to befinished, and she'd better hurry if she wanted to pull itoff. She smiled to herself thinking about the surprise she'dplanned... Kurt and Grace did an enema night every now andthen, two or three times a year, usually after church on aSunday or on a holiday where Kurt didn't have to go to workat crack of dawn the next morning...but they'd never triedanything like what Grace had secretly planned for Kurttonight. The two bags hung side by side from the hooks..Hers pink and holding two quarts. His was black, a specialmail-order model from New Jersey, and weighed a ton when fullat six quarts--there were five in it now. Fortunately, Kurtwas still getting ready. Grace brought a one liter bottle ofWinners Cup vodka from the back of the closet where she'd hadit stashed for this special occasion. Glancing nervouslytoward the closed bathroom door, she poured the whole thinginto the black bag which now bulged almost to overflowing.Hurriedly she rehid the empty in the closet. Grace felt herheart pounding--Kurt did not allow any alcohol in the house,but she knew that just once she had to do this... The dooropened, flooding the room with harsh light from the bathroom.Kurt stood there untying the belt to his bathrobe.
"Lucky for us Kurt Jr. had some extra, Hon. I cleanforgot it when I went shopping yesterday." Old Prep-H wastheir favorite lubrication for these occasions. Grace alwayshad been pile-prone and the shark oil medication seemed towork best for working in the enema nozzles--they bothpreferred it. Kurt looked around the room, his wife hadreally been busy, while his only contribution was to stackthe dishwasher. "Gee, you got everything set up already, Ishould have helped." It was all there ready to go: the extratowels, the plastic buckets. Even the Port-a-Potty had beenunfolded and put in place a few feet from the edge of thebed. "By the way, Hon, I didn't tell you how delicious thatturkey stuffing was you put together--I made a real pig ofmyself. That enema'll sure feel great...." With that, Kurtinvoluntarily cut loose a thunderous fart. "Mercy!" giggledthe little woman, "hold your horses. You're snortin' andrarin' to go, aren't you?"
"Better believe it." Kurt hung the robe on the hookof the door and flopped his big hairless body onto the rubbersheet. His enormous uncut dick bounced against his belly andthen tilted out into space semi-erect and ten fat incheslong, the head still tucked behind his generous pinkforeskin, except for the glossy dime sized end surroundinghis piss hole. He cupped his giant elephant scrotum with itsunusually tough thick skin and fluffed himself a few timeswhile he watched Grace slip out of her bra and panties.Grace had managed to keep her trim little figure; of courseher breasts sagged a bit more these days than they had ontheir wedding night some 22 years ago and those small brownnipples pointed at her feet now instead of at the ceiling,but Kurt liked the way she looked, and her extremely thickbush seemed to him if anything denser than ever.
The routine, a pattern developed over more twodecades of enema nights, never varied. They kissed for aboutfive minutes and then unceremoniously switched to a spoonstyle position. Kurt's bag was so much bigger, simplybecause his abdominal capacity was greater. It also tooklonger to feed and so Grace always got him started first.Kurt propped one leg up in the air as his wife began workingthe Prep-H into his crack and past his baby-tight rubyasshole. She was greasing him up good tonight. He felt hisdick stiffen as the little woman's finger got the knucklepast the first sphincter. Ah this was the life! Kurt wishedhe could have an enema every night. Now she was starting inwith the nozzle, Kurt offered barely any resistance and Graceslid all six inches of it into his rectum. "Let her rip," hemoaned as she reached for the clamp and released it. Heheard a gurgle and felt the first surge. With the weight ofa gallon and a half of fluid backing it, that initial rushalways took his breath away, but then he relaxed and wentwith the flow. He could feel the liquid coursing into hislower colon, it was a great feeling and he noticed that hiscockhead had now worked itself totally into the open at theend of a full and glorious boner. Then he felt the firsthint of cramping... oooooohoh...Grace slid the fluted nozzleback and forth in his asshole to divert the momentarydiscomfort. Soon Kurt's gut had accommodated its growingload and he repositioned his leg onto the rubber sheet. Itwas a signal to cut the flow for a moment and for Mr.Schidink to start the process up on Mrs. Schidink. Kurt feltgreat...almost light-headed. This was the best damned enemahe could remember. He watched his wife spread wide herundercarriage with its masses of black wiry curls barelyrevealing the intricate scrolls of her liver-colored cuntlips and puffy puckered anus. He squeezed out some Prep-H.Ooops too much. He pushed a glob into Grace's anal openingfand scraped another big glob off the red rubber which he alsolubed into her hairy crevice. He felt terrific ...they werejust going to have to arrange to do this more often. Thewoman's enema nozzle was much daintier than the one lodgedinside him, even though Kurt's rectum was teeny and hiswife's was if anything impressive by comparison. But thenmen were men and women were women and this nozzle wasespecially designed for the fairer sex, just as the oneshoved up inside him was designed by that Dr. Jay in NewBrunswick especially for men--or rather "guys" (to quote theinstructions on the box).
"Oh you big clown! Quit fooling around."
"What're you talking about, Hon?"
"You stuck it in the wrong hole," Grace giggled.
Kurt rolled over and took his reading glasses off thenightstand. Sure enough. He couldn't believe it. There wasthat nozzle protruding from the back end of Grace's slipperybrown vulva, a full inch south the proper slot. Kurt wasastounded, he'd never made that slip before. "Sorry, dear.I guess I just wasn't looking where I was going.' He pulledthe plastic stem out and reinserted it into her pulsingasshole. "How's that?" "Bullseye," she crooned andindicated for him to start the flow. Kurt reached for thetubing and released the clamp. A minute passed, he wasfeeling lightheaded but good. "Kurty, I'm not feelinganything can you adjust the nozzle or something..." Oh Shit!Kurt suddenly realized that his own gut was about to burstand that the black enema bag was half empty. He'd releasedthe wrong clamp(!) By the time he got his line cut off andhers started, he felt like he was going to explode. Graceknew intuitively what he was feeling and she began jerkingher husband's foreskin back and forth over the swollendickhead, again diverting his attention from the temporarycramps which had sent his entire abdomen into spasms. "Ohyeah, that's it, Hon, keep pumping." He took deep breathsbouncing back and forth between agony and ecstasy. Then itwas her turn for a spasm.
"Aaaaennh....oooooh...Kurt...clamp me off I'm fillingtoo fast." This time he managed to get it right despite hisgrowing lightheaded but happy loss of coordination.
They lay there resting for a while. Finally shesaid: "Think you can take a little more, Kurty?" "I guessso, as long as you keep jocking me off." "You really likehow I jock you off, don't you darling?" "You bet I do. Whyyou're just about the best jocker-offer I've ever had." "Isthat a fact???" her tone went testy. "Oh not what you think,Hon. I meant before we got married...you know, with theother boys in the locker room--just messing around." "Isee...Well, then I forgive you...Boys will be boys." Kurtdecided to change the subject. "Lets 69. Okay? We haven'tdone that in a long while." "With the hoses in?" she askedincredulously, this wasn't like her conservative hubby atall. "Sure. Besides, it's about time we add to our bag oftricks." He was feeling adventurous. "Whatever you say, youbig lug." She was very pleased as she watched the father ofher three sons get up on all fours and back up over her withthat thick black rubber tube snaking out of his ass towardthe plant hangers on the ceiling.
Little angry ten-year old Tommy still sat on thedownstairs john grunting, pushing and straining hisstopped-up asshole. Maybe if he frigged himself it wouldn'tache so much. He'd watched Marvin do it with Victor and itmade them real blissful. He took his tiny weener in his fistand began jerking it around. But it didn't seem to want toget any bigger the way Victor's did.
Meanwhile Victor was in the process of demonstratingthe art of masturbation to a new initiate. He and Marvin haddone it to themselves, to each other, even once in front ofTimmy. But Eddie had never done it, despite now being agood two weeks over 13 and already showing traces of amouse-colored mustache. That's what this whole slumberparty was all about. It was Victor's idea actually, but he'dmade Marvin promise not to tell Eddie anything about it aheadof time. The three boys were sitting on top of the bed intheir pajamas and Victor had hauled the rubber dildo back outfrom under the bed.
"What's it used for, Victor?" Eddie asked.
"A dildo-dick? Why, it's kind of a teaching device."
"A teaching device? I don't get it."
"You will. Marvin and I'll show you." Victor passedthe footlong rubber erection to the 12 year old Schidink boy."Show Eddie how you beat off, Marvin."
"My dad says you'll go to hell if you beat off."Eddie stated with no little concern.
"Your dad's full of crap." countered the older boy.
"He is not. He's a Born-again and Born-agains neverlie!"
"He is too. Beating off feels so good--it's thebest, there's nothing in the whole world that feels near asgood. Not even screwing your girlfriend."
Marvin, who was about to show how you beat off adildo-dick, looked up in astonishment. "You have agirlfriend?" "Of course I do." "Oh yeah," interjectedEddie, "prove it--what's her name?" Victor thought for amoment. "Betty," he muttered without much enthusiasm. Marvinwas now really impressed. "And you screw her? Really screwher? In the pussy?" "Sure I do, right in the middle of herpussy." Victor regained his tone of authority. "Yessir,right in the middle."
Eddie too was becoming convinced. "What does apussy look like?"
"Well, I'll tell you, but only if you let me andMarvin beat you off."
"But I told you already...I DON'T WANT TO BURN INHELL!!!" Eddie wailed.
"Don't be stupid, Eddie. You only go to hell if youbeat yourself off. Not if somebody else beats you off.
[....!??] "Are you sure?"
Victor could see that Eddie wanted very much tobelieve him. "I'm positive. In fact you can even beatsomebody else off and it doesn't count...it's only when youbeat yourself that you go to hell." Victor could see Eddiewas weakening. He was pleased with himself. "But firstyou're going to have to show us your penis."
The bald guy wearing the sunvisor was wheezingaudibly. He weighed 275 pounds easily and could barely holdhimself up in the squat over the scrawny longhaired guy withthe pimples and coke bottle glasses lying flat on his backbetween the fatman's legs in the bathtub. HERE IT COMES...Kurt Jr. twisted his left tit with one hand while he heldthe bottle of Locker Room up to his nostrils with the other.The shaky camera panned down the fat guy's back to hisdistended shit hole. IT'S COMING OUT... Kurt recapped thepopper and rammed his middle finger back up into his ownhungry poop-chute, just as a brown turd ribbon begansqueezing out the fat man's rectum, dropping by clumps intothe longhair's open mouth. Kurt pushed his finger in as faras it would go up up toward a lump of his own shit. Heclamped down with all his might and then withdrew his fingerto look at the treasure. It was clean. He held it to hisnose and sniffed. DAMN...nothing.
Back on the screen the pimply guy had started rimmingthe filthy asshole. The shit was getting smeared everywhere.One of the guy's lenses was completely mudded out.
Now THAT is disgusting Kurt thought to himself. Hewas irritated with SHIT LOVERS #3. It was exactly likeLOVERS #1 and #2. Why did they always use such ugly nerdytypes in these scat videos? That guy shouldn't be wearinghis glasses for godsake. It was ludicrous and made the wholething a travesty. Why couldn't there ever be any nicehealthy looking guys with white teeth, flawless tans andfresh blow-drys like in all the other porn? After all, I'mhot looking, atheletic, with a nice body, Kurt thought, I'm ashit lover...why can't they make these movies with guys likeme. This is so demeaning. It really pisses me off. If onlyhe had more guts, he reasoned for the thousandth time. He'dgiven it so much thought...lead the movement, give publicspeeches, be a spokesman and role model, march in theparades... If only he had more guts. Guts enough to bringrespectability to scat. Educate the public. Go intopolitics even. Who knew where it might lead? Kurt SchidinkJr. the country's first Brown Hanky Congressman. B.M.Brothers Unite!!! Keep your chins up high!!! Don't beoppressed just because you let people shit on you. Spreadthose Cheeks and FLY!!! It made his head spin. Kurt tookanother hit as the video shifted to a new duo. Well, notentirely new. There was that same fatty but this time he waswearing a black wig..(!) THIS IS REALLY INSULTING...what apiece of shit this #3 was turning out to be and he'd forkedover $89.95 for it too. Non-refundable.
At 10:03 pm, the exact moment of Kurt Jr.'sdisappointing discovery, downstairs his father had positionedhimself over his mother's cunt and his tongue was beginningto search out what they called her little love-snail, hisyoungest brother Timmy still on the pot was on the verge ofpassing out from pushing out and his other brother Marvin wasuntying his pajama bottoms. And two blocks away out on theicy street the fuel pump of a '79 Ford Pinto was giving upits life, unbeknownst to Larry Henderson, the car's currentowner coming back from a gay bar through a neighborhood he'dnever been in before. It was incredible coincidence thatwhen the engine died it died right in front of 677 RigolettoPlace, the home of Mr. and Mrs. Kurt Schidink and their threefine sons. The coincidence was made greater by the fact thatduring the summer of his highschool sophomore year Larry andKurt who were classmates and neighbors at the time used toget together to assfuck and suck each other off. But thenKurt's family moved across town and Larry took up with adifferent crowd and the rest was history. Kurt and Larry hadnot seen each other in 25 years. Larry steered the coastingPinto across a slick of ice next to the curb. Shit it wascold. For the first time that evening he regretted notwearing more than the jockstrap under his leather chaps. Hegot out and threw open the hood. His butt was FREEZING. Hehoped he'd be able to spot what the problem was, only theproblem was that Larry actually only knew zip about cars andrealized that the gesture was more one of macho reflex thanconstructive action. Larry could see his breath in the beamof his flashlight. It was dark except for some yellowishlight coming from behind the upstairs shaded window of 677.Behind those shades Grace was moaning herself throughmultiple orgasms under her husband's increasingly clumsyministrations and manipulations.
Kurt didn't know what had taken over him. He feltgreat. Out of control, but great. And then Grace crested herbiggest wave and one knee kicked out in one of the manyreflex actions her coming was prone to and landed square inthe center of her hubby's swollen tight-as-a-drumfluid-filled paunch. OOOOoofff. [pop] The stopper blew outof Kurt's greasy red hole, which opened up like a fireman'shose and sent quarts of brownish fleck-laden water flyingacross the bedroom spraying all over the mirrors andglasstopped vanity. What was happening? Kurt didn't reallyknow. He looked between his legs and caught the reflectionof his hydrant butt at full power. Oddly, he felt removedfrom it all...no big deal... time stood still...he was justfloating in a blissful out of body experience... In what mayhave only been seconds later he found himself sitting on thePort-a-Potty squirting out a few remaining ounces, whileGrace, ever the vigilant homemaker, good-naturedly surveyedthe damage.
Larry Henderson knew he had only two choices, bothfairly humiliating: ask these folks to call AAA or find a busstop and hope that public transportation was were stillrunning at this hour. He might have opted for the lateroption, however the risk of frostbitten buns made him decideto head for the front stoop of 677. I sure hope these folksare home, he thought to himself as he prepared to ring thebell.- - - - - - - - - - - - - [TO BE CONTINUED...]
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