The Brown Blogger Rides Again Ep. 03

"This weekend you can do what you like, only thing I would ask is that I be allowed to introduce you as my girlfriend," Becky blushed prettily, the colour matching her short pinkish party dress. I had gone for a similar dress but in pale yellow. Two days in and we were dressing like a couple. Kill me now.

"Your girlfriend? Big step," I said with a frown.

"I know, it's just..."

"It makes you feel good, gives you a nice squidgy feeling in your tummy?"

She nodded helplessly.

I gave her hand a squeeze, "Well, okay, but your guests may think you've hooked up with a total slut by Sunday."

"Honey, we do porn, scat porn. I think worrying about what people think sailed a long time ago."

"Well, I've claimed a bed, no way am I sleeping on futons!" Gwen announced, slipping her arms around Becky. "Usual rules?" She asked looking at me.

"Usual rules," smiled Becky. "And you smell lovely."

"Thanks, no washing since last Sunday and been working up a real sweat since, so I should pong nicely. Beth and Karen will be delighted."

More guests arrived. Anne from the shoot, which I was pleased about, then Karen, a real hippie chick, thin, hairy and blonde, and her wife Beth who was big, square faced with cropped har and tres butch, both trailing a rich, 'earthy' odour. Becky moistened on the spot as she embraced them.

"So you're Judy, Becky's girlfriend." said Beth, she seemed pleased.

"Yes, that's me," I hated being called someone's anything but Becky was happy and I had to learn not to be so uptight.

"I'm pleased for you both," and I was wrapped in a cloud of pong as Beth and Karen embraced me. I held my breath and smiled through it. Then Anne also popped up and hugged me once I had freed myself.

"I understand you and Becky are a thing, and yes she did tell me not to say that to you," Anne was a mischievous cow. I liked that.

Becky made more introductions. Camilla was Swiss-French, and in her early twenties, she was a fresh faced blonde student, escort and part time scat model and Lucy, a stunning black woman in her thirties. Becky had met Lucy at a party and they had hit it off. Lucy was more into piss play at the time but was now exploring scat. Both were absolutely lovely and neither mentioned 'Becky' or 'girlfriend'

There was a clap of the hands from Becky as she called for order in the lounge.

"Ladies, as always a pleasure to see you for one of our special weekends. We have a newcomer, Judy, but please feel free to be yourselves around her as she is just as depraved as the rest of us." There was a general titter at this. "Please note the two main chamber pots in here, one for pee the other for poo, no mixing," there was a general shuffling of feet and looking away as Becky glared around the room. Becky liked things 'just so'. "There is plastic stuck down everywhere so please avoid any non plastic areas, finally have fun and feel free to do as you please, but do respect other people's boundaries. Thanks for coming and I declare this weekend started!"

Everyone laughed, applauded and got back to gossiping and catching up. Beth had shyly gravitated to me and I was adjusting to her aroma. Hooking my arm through Beth's I gave her a smile and quizzed Anne on Becky.

"So, were you and Becky ever a thing?"

"No, not really, we experimented at college but it was always more her thing than mine. I was much more interested in men. Not that she didn't date, but looking back I think it was more about keeping up appearances, which is super weird given how she earns a living."

"Confirming to the artificial norms of our patriarchal society," said Beth.

"Right on, sister!" chipped in Karen.

Anne rolled her eyes and smiled at me.

"I need to piss!" Beth announced. She seemed anxious as if seeing how I would react. I realised despite her size and appearance she was shy and sweet. Karen, it turned out, wore the trousers.

Other guests were looking too and I guessed I needed to break the ice and take the lead before the others could truly relax with me around. "Me too," I said to Beth.

The two chamber pots were alongside each other, one with a yellow sticker the other a brown, Becky had serious control issues. I went to the yellow stickered one, pulled up my dress and yanked down my knickers, rather enjoying have all eyes on me.

Looking around I gave a thumbs up and started pissing, immediately the mood relaxed and then Beth came up, pulling down her jeans to reveal hairy legs and an even hairier pussy, honestly you could get lost in her undergrowth.

"I thought you would like some company," she smiled, splashing urine into the other pot.

"Piss pals," I grinned, which she liked. Giggling, she tried to hug me, and I ended up peeing over my knickers. Laughing, I took them off and threw them at Beth, who pissed on them some more and threw them back at me, missing and hitting Camilla on the leg.

"Beth!" Becky returned bringing more refreshments. "I said no mixing and it's only been five minutes!" She gave me an exasperated look. "I knew you would be involved."

Wiping my pussy with my hand, I defended myself. "It was all Beth's fault, Miss!"

The sodden panties reappeared to hit Becky in the face, courtesy of Camilla. Becky stood there, panties draped across her face and a half-smile to accompany them.

"Fuck it," Becky put down the wine bottles and made a lunge for Camilla who shrieked and tried to hide behind Lucy, Gwen got hold of the young girl and all three manhandled Camilla to the ground.

"First punishment of the weekend goes to Camilla!" Becky announced as she kicked off her panties and sat on the protesting girl's head.

A cry of 'Poo!', 'Poo!' went up, but Becky shook her head, "Too soon, but I can do this," she raised herself a little and peed in Camilla's face who went from crying 'No!' to lapping it up.

Engrossed as I was, Beth putting her arm around me and looking smitten had not gone unnoticed. "Are you trying to get in my knickers, because its a bit late if you are," I said.

"Probably," she replied. "Gwen and the others have an eye on you as well, we all want a pooey romp with the new girl. Karen too."

"Ooh, Gwen is having a pee now!" Anne cried out.

The rest of us clapped Gwen along as she pissed into Camilla's mouth with Becky making sure rivers of pee didn't run off the plastic. I gave her a hand while the rest enjoyed the show.

"Thanks, babe," she flashed a smile at me.

"No worries, being the hostess is a full time job."

"Yes, but the girls are having fun and that's what counts at the end of the day."

I kissed her. Becky may be an annoying anal obsessive, in more ways than one, but she had a good heart. "Thanks!" She grumbled when I told her, but she was secretly pleased.

"Oh, I have an idea for a game later on if you think everyone might be interested," I told her.

"Should I be worried?"

"Probably." Grinning, I filled her in.

I figured eight in the evening was as good a time as any to introduce my party idea. We had all eaten, drank a bit too much wine, watched some porn, including some scenes from the feature we had just shot, Gwen was down to her undies having been jumped by Karen and Anne and soaked in pee, and the chat had been pure filth in the way only a group of excitable, half-cut women can manage.

Becky interrupted the chatter. "Ladies, if you wouldn't mind, Judy has had an idea for a fun party game. As ever it will be put to the vote and if the majority decide then we will play. Judy?"

"Okay, to break the ice and humiliate one of you fine ladies I thought we would play a simple game called 'Poop Peril'." I waited for the buzz to settle. "Eight identical paper cups, a shot of strong rum in each, but one will also contain a powerful laxative. Becky will pour the cups in the kitchen, I will then go in, rearrange and distribute them. With me so far?"

There were eager smiles and nods.

"Who gets the dose no one knows until later, and here is the best bit, names are drawn and we pair up-"

"Oh, you bitch!" Karen exclaimed.

"Karen is there already," I smiled.

"Whoever gets the partner with the lax is on the receiving end," Karen finished for me.

"Exactly. The safest position to be is the one with the lax, except for the embarrassment of voiding yourself in front of everyone. Although I don't think that's a huge problem for you ladies."

A clamour broke out, equal measure of nerves and excitement.

"So are we playing Judy's party game?" Becky asked.

Five hands shot up, Karen was the last and a bit reluctant. She felt singling out one person deliberately was unkind.

"Great, let's begin."

Gwen and Lucy set up a pool in the lounge, and Becky shut herself in the kitchen to pour the shots. The other ladies waited around nervously.

"If I end up with shits, pity the poor cow on the receiving end," grinned Beth.

"I won't last twenty minutes, I already need a huge poo!" Lucy giggled.

"Okay all done, over to you, babe," announced Becky.

I headed to the kitchen, shuffled the paper cups around on the tray and returned with 'The Cup of Doom' as Anne had christened it.

Silently, save for a few nervous giggles, each of them took a cup, and on the count of three, we all downed our shots. Four of us, me, Becky, Anne and Camilla, pulling a face at the pungent liquid burning our throats.

"Now, ladies, time to draw partners. Becky will do the honours." I announced.

"The first name is Beth, who will pair with Judy." Becky smiled at us both.

Laughing, Beth looked at me, licking her lips and rubbed her stomach. Karen dug her in the ribs. "Don't be mean, dear. This is why I was reluctant to play this game."

The underwear girls, Gwen and Camilla drew each other. Anne with Lucy, leaving Becky with Karen. "Well, I'm delighted," Karen smiled pecking Becky on the cheek.

"So, what now?" Camilla asked in between burying her face in Gwen's hairy armpits.

I shrugged. "We wait."

Slowly, the women began to relax and chat amongst themselves, Karen was extolling the virtues of not shaving to Gwen and Camilla, Gwen being a recent convert, was enjoying showing her bushy pits and flashing one very hairy bush. I couldn't help looking with frank curiosity.

"You like Gwen's hairy pussy? I noticed you staring at mine earlier," said Beth.

"Yeah, my generation is largely shaven down there, or at least trimmed."

"You're welcome to explore mine." Beth had lost her shyness after a few drinks.

Curiosity won. Also, I found this big, raw woman attractive. "Okay," I took her hand and we went into the hallway. "Show me."

With a little shiver of delight, she unbuckled her trousers and dropped them. Reaching down I slipped my finger into her densely matted hair and then her moist pussy. It did feel kind of weird, but a nice weird. I wonder if Becky would go for a big bush?

"That feels nice," she said huskily. She pulled up her t-shirt to reveal her tits, black hair surrounding her large nipples, pulling me into them.

"I see you are bonding with my wife," Karen's amused voice interrupting us.

Biting hard on Beth's big tits, I gave her the two finger treatment. I turned to Karen. "Would you like to lick your wife's juice off my fingers?"

Smiling, Karen took my hand, sucking on my fingers, then nibbling them.

There was an excited shout from the lounge, I followed Karen while Beth hopped around taking her trousers off.

"What's up?" I asked Becky.

Silly question. Lucy was holding her tummy and trying not to wince. To say her partner, Anne, was looking alarmed would have been an understatement. Sheer panic wouldn't have done it justice.

"I'm not sure Anne is ready for this," said Becky biting her lip.

Smiling broadly at the thought of Anne getting it, I reassured her. "Anne will be fine."

"Hmmm," Becky glanced at a pantless Beth. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just being a good hostess. Karen approved."

"You're a terror, Judy Bellingham. It's one of the reasons I love you." Her attention switched back to Anne who was looking helpless as Lucy doubled over, an ominous rumble came from deep in her bowels. Everyone took an involuntary step back with Gwen pushing Anne towards Lucy. "Off you go, hun." Gwen's eyes were sparkling with anticipation.

Concerned, Becky stepped forward to see to Lucy, who waved her away.

"I'm fine thanks, but I'm going to blow pretty soon and it's going to be bad. Real bad."

Gwen and Camilla were squeaking with excitement. Anne looked like she was going to faint and Beth, god bless her, was fingering herself at the prospect of 'poor Anne' getting it. To be honest, I wasn't far behind her.

"Perhaps, I should stand in for Anne," said Becky.

"No!" Gwen shouted. "I mean, we all knew the rules right and Anne voted for it," she added, slightly embarrassed by her indignant outburst.

"I agree with Becky, sisters look out for one another," said Karen.

Spare me from well intentioned people, they will suck the joy out of everything. I stepped in. "Gwen is right, we all ran the same risk and did so willingly. I love that you two are willing to sacrifice yourselves." I didn't love it. "But rules are rules and it has to be fair."

"Hear, hear," said Beth.

Anne took a deep breath. "Judy is right, I'll do it. I'm more of a novice compared to most of you, but it's not my first time, and it can't be that bad, right?"

"Oh, honey, it's going to be bad, real bad," gasped Lucy in her deep, smooth voice.

"Well, I'm sure I'll be okay. I will be okay, right Becky?"

"Of course, just shut your eyes, and close your mouth," Becky reassured her. "I suggest you strip."

Nervously, Anne slipped out of her top and skirt. She hesitated on the knickers and bra, then took them off to ribald calls and Gwen fondling her bum.

The reaction seemed to cheer her up, or at least distract her for a moment until Lucy staggered to her feet, her tummy turning over like an idling Harley Davidson. "I need to shit!" Lucy groaned.

Anne gulped and quickly climbed into the pool. "Shall I kneel, or lay down." she fell silent as Lucy clambered into the pool, pulling at her skirt and then yanking down her knickers, her arse in Anne's face as the trembling girl sank to her knees.

"Here, let me help," offered Anne pulling Lucy's knickers down further. Sweet girl.

"It's coming, honey, oh boy it is coming!" Lucy yelled and pulled her arse cheeks apart.

"What...?" Anne looked up. It was a rookie error.

There came the dull explosion of gasses, like the thunder of artillery, then it was if someone hit the 'on' switch, as a torrent of poop on the cusp of a liquid semi-solid state hit Anne full in the face. The crowd around the pool, did a collective "Ewwww!", retreating from the splashback.

It didn't stop. Lucy had mentioned earlier she had a huge amount of poop inside her, and it was now making a grand entrance as she hosed Anne down, obliterating her face and chest with brown slurry.

"Oh, God, that feels better," gasped Lucy, as silence descended. Then: "Hang on, babe!" Another volley of gasses, then the second wave, more solid than the first swept over Anne. She flinched back, her hands limply hanging in the air.

"Fuck!" Becky exclaimed in awed respect.

Lucy, standing almost ankle deep in shit, looked around. "Oh, dear."

Then it came, a barely audible agonised wail from the strange fetid swamp creature that used to be Anne. The banshee wailing got slowly louder until it was a keening cry that finally prompted Karen to move forward and clasp Anne to her in a gesture of 'sisterly solidarity'. I didn't buy it for a second.

"Great party game, Judy," said Beth admiringly.

Smugly, I modesty agreed. My attention switched to the sight of Karen rubbing herself against the giant lump of poo that used to be a person, Gwen was on her knees doing the same. I glanced at Becky, who was looking like she wanted to join in, but ever the good hostess, she turned to Lucy and helped her out of the poo pool.

"May I?" Becky asked Lucy, her voice husky.

"Sure, honey."

I nodded my okay at Becky, who buried her face in Lucy's arse, making little happy sounds as she cleaned this gorgeous pooing goddess of a woman.

"You reckon we should join in?" I said to Beth. "We seem to be having a pool poo party." Camilla had dipped her toes into the sludge and wiping them on Gwen's breasts. Karen had stripped and was unashamedly rubbing herself off on Anne, who save for some copious vomiting down Karen's back had quietened down. Fingers crossed, she hadn't been too traumatised.

Smiling, Beth stepped into the pool and I went to kneel alongside Becky, her face still buried in Lucy's arse.

"Having fun, babe?" I asked.

Becky was snuffling away like a pig hunting truffles. She broke off to smile at me, a squashed piece of poo on her nose. I kissed her brown streaked face, the squashed poo ending up on my cheek.

"Best opening night for party weekend ever!" She breathed happily, her eyes shining with happy tears. "I love you, Judy Bellingham."

"And I love you, Becky Sansome," I whispered back, and under the idyllic moon of Lucy's expansive arse, we hugged and kissed as a fine fecal rain began to fall gently upon us, a brown veil blessing our union.

It was the most romantic moment of my life.