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Scat Story by Karen - A Party for Karen - ff scat
Author: lunasea99 <lunasea99@hotmail.com>
Date: 1998/01/16
Forums: alt.sex.fetish.scat, alt.sex.stories
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PartyKrn
ff scat
Warning: This story is for adults only and involves scat activities
between women. It is a fantasy and all characters are ficticious.
A PARTY FOR KAREN by Karen
Karen awoke to find the sun shining brightly. She had managed
to fall asleep late and her night had been filled with nightmares.
Her hand slid down her flat tummy and over the silky skin of her
shaven mound. She never wore clothing to bed, clothing made it too
diff icult for her exploring hands to find their mark with ease. She
noted the beginning of a trace of stubble starting to sprout on her
spongy cunt labia and mentally noted a shave was due it today. She
could not tolerate a messy batch of hair blocking her view and touch
of this highly sensitive area. She stretched and arched her loins
upward as both her hands pressed into the softness of her puffy twat,
caressing, smashing. She had a quick intake of breath. The area was
very sensitive and somewhat irritated due to all the fingering she had
given it during the night. She was very hot sexually and being
without a partner certainly made it rougher to cool down. She loved
the female body and having one of her own made it even more difficult
to keep her hands off it. She was determined that someday she would
entice another female to move in with her and share her life and bed;
especially her bed. While she had long craved a full and satisfying
relationship with another female, she had yet to find one with similar
interests to hers.
She crawled out of bed lazily and stood before her full length
mirror, admiring her perfect naked form and slowly brushed her long
blond waves. The sight of her own female charms caused the itch
between her legs to begin anew and a wetness seeped between the
twitching thighs. "Breakfast," she thought, "I must have some
breakfast."
The little teenager next door had just experienced her
sixteenth birthday. She had gotten out of bed early this morning
anxious to run some test video with her new micro recorder her parents
had gotten her for her gift. She had developed a very intense
interest in sex over the past year but had no idea of how to satisfy
it. Karen had watched her develop and felt if she grew as she had
been, in a few years she might be a candidate for some female action.
Cindy, the teenager, was aware that Karen lived alone and since it was
Saturday morning, might have a male friend left over from partying
last night. She had never seen a male at Karen's place but felt she
must be slipping them in at night. Since her mom always threw up her
boycraziness to her and was constantly telling her she should be more
like Karen and PROTECT her virginity, save it for the RIGHT guy, she
decided her new video recorder would save her from this argument if
she could video Karen with a man in her house. She had tried every
window without seeing through the closed drapes. The only window she
found that allowed viewing was the kitchen
window. She felt sure she was not likely to get video of Karen and
her secret lover in the kitchen.
She was beginning to crawl out of the tall bushes around the
kitchen window area when Karen bounced naked into the kitchen to
prepare breakfast. Cindy was quite shocked at Karen's nudity and kept
her eyes glued to the door for a naked man to follow. Her heart
pounded. She had never seen a naked man and was quite curious as to
how one would be developed. She realized she was so excited that she
had totally forgotten her video camera. She raised it into position
and aimed it in through the glass of the window. When a guy did not
show, she concentrated on filming the naked body of Karen as she
hustled around the kitchen. She was not at all prepared for what she
witnessed through the viewing screen of the camera and recorded on the
tape within. Karen placed an empty plate on the table and an empty
glass. She then climbed onto the table and squatted with her naked
and hairless pussy aimed right at the camera. She held the glass with
one hand so it pressed into the fat pussy lips while she separated the
puffy lips from around her pisser with the other hand. Cindy videoed
as Karen filled the glass with hot, salty, gold liquid from her
bladder. Finished with beverage preparation, Karen slid the empty
plate beneath her and, while Cindy videoed, she opened her tight
asshole so a long, fat turd curled out and thumped into the plate.
Two smaller shit sticks folded across the larger one and
breakfast had been prepared . Cindy was trembling. She had never
seen anything like this or in fact ever dreamed such a thing occurred.
The video was humming, zooming and recording this odd act. Karen,
unaware her private and humiliating act was being recorded, switched
from the table to the waiting chair. She had passing thoughts that
what she was doing was wasted without the controling hand of a
Mistress on her -forcing her, humiliating her. Her imaginary
dominatrix would have to do because she had been unable to find a
single woman with her odd sense of pleasure. Pretending to cower
beneath the lash of a Mistress' crop, she took fork and knife and
assumed the breakfast pose. Rolling her eyes up to a pretend
Mistress, she gigged the fork into the pointed end of the massive turd
and sliced it free from the bulk with the knife. With the shit chunk
poised on the prong tips, she moved it to her open mouth. Stuttering
as if talking to some invisiable person, "Yes, Mistress," she shoved
the disgusting excrement into her mouth. That which had been dumped
from her own ass was now being recycled and the thought occurred to
her that that must be what women like herself were really made to
accomplish - recycling. They recycle shit. They recycle piss, cum,
pussy fluids and saliva. They were in fact a repository for all sorts
of body wastes and that was as it should be. She smiled as the second
bite was chewed to a sloppy mess and swallowed with some difficulty.
The taste was terrible but the feeling of defilement, though self
imposed, was mortifying. She grabbed the large glass of piss as one
would a cup of juice and sloshed a large quantity into her shit-filled
mouth. The uric acid, salt and assorted chemical waste burned her
tongue as it flushed the shit mess down her throat. Her stomach
rolled in rebellion as the filth spilled into its empty vastness.
Nature told it that which Karen was forcing into it was unacceptable
and should be rejected. Karen heaved but kept the acrid mixture down
inside her pretty body. Her hand dipped to her pussy and she squeezed
and pulled on its clit and lips, pretending she was being manipulated
by her imaginary Mistress as she stuffed still more shit into her
mouth. She paused and waited for the shit to settle into her stomach.
She looked up at the imaginary Mistress sheepishly and the video
captured her lip movement as she mimicked, "No Mistress .... Please."
She slapped her own right tit rather sharply as if it had been struck
by an angry Mistress. The video zoomed in on the bouncing tit and
then out to reveal Karen
with a renewed vigor, attacking the shit pile and piss drink. She
never paused for breath until only smears of shit could be seen on the
plate and the glass was empty. Looking up at her imaginary Mistress,
Karen worded, 'Yes Mistress' and climbed back onto the table. Her
butt turned to the camera unknowingly, Karen on all fours began
licking the plate clean of the last traces of the slimy shit. Her wet
hairless pussy winked back at the camera as Cindy captured its naked
openess on the video.
Karen finished with the breakfast dishes and carried them to
the sink where they were washed and put away. Cindy used this time to
sneak away from the window and leave Karen totally unaware that her
vile secret was now revealed. Karen would soon become common
knowledge among a very select group of women.
Cindy took the tape to school Monday morning to show her
friends, but a surprise locker check uncovered the tape and a Ms.
Joyce Sally called Cindy into her office. Once Cindy arrived, she
spoke not a word but hit the 'play' button on her VCR. Karen in all
her filthy nudity sprang to life on the screen eating shit and
drinking piss from the glass. Little Cindy must have turned sixty
shades of red. "How ... Where ... ?"
"Locker search, dear," Joyce answered. "The question is ...
how did you get such a tape? Did you find it... buy it ... what?"
Joyce asked.
"No, Ms. Sally... no... I did it myself ... honest," Cindy
defended herself.
"What do you mean.. you did it? You ate shit too? You could
be in a lot of trouble here, you know," Joyce threatened.
"No, No! I made the tape, I mean," Cindy protested
defensively.
"Oh ... oh I see ... well you must know this girl then .... I
can get you expelled for bringing this tape to school ... not to
mention the spanking your parents are most likely to give you when
they see it," Joyce primed her.
"No ... please Ms. Sally, don't tell anyone," Cindy pleaded.
"If you tell me who this is, I won't. This tape will stay with
me and no one will ever know you had it," Joyce promised.
"OK," Cindy agreed. She told Joyce how she had gotten the
tape, who Karen was, where she lived and all she knew about Karen.
Karen, who was still unaware that her deep, dark secret was
out, continued her normal daily activities. When she returned home
from work Friday evening there was a strange, pink envelope in her
mail. There was no return address and Karen ripped it open in
curiosity. It was an invitation to a lingerie party at the lake cabin
of Joyce Sally.
Saturday evening Karen bathed and dressed in no great hurry.
She had little interest in lingerie but she did love the female body
and this would be a good chance to meet new girls and see some new
flesh. Who knows, she thought, where or when some girl might be found
who could be wined and dined into her way of thinking. She developed
more energy and enthusiasm as she drove to the lake estate that
Joyce's late husband had left her.
For the past five years since her husband's death, Joyce had
refrained from sex with men. Even during the marriage she did not
like sex. She performed the act with her husband out of a feeling of
duty but found the experience totally unsatisfying and masturbated on
the sly. She had an irresistable urge to smell, see and touch shit
... human shit. Over the past months, she had become so infatuated
with it she began eating her own and had begun a search for other
girls who shared her filthy interests. With the estate money left
her, it was not difficult to buy favors from prostitutes in need of
money and through them learn of other women of means that bought their
services. Joyce had thus contacted many girls and established a sort
of mutual interest club. Karen lacked the funding to approach her
dilemma from the same angle and, had it not been for Joyce, probably
would have been condemned to a life of concealed interests.
Karen arrived at the large lake estate with some apprehension.
She knew no one on this side of town and could not believe she had
been invited to a party of this class. There must have been some
mistake. She parked in the wide elaborate drive, climbed out and
pressed the glowing button to the chimes. She was shocked when a
woman opened the door and greeted her by name as if she had known
Karen all her life. She was surprised that Joyce wore only a black
lace shortie with matching panties and bra. Karen decided it must be
one of the outfits on display and followed her through the large
corridor where a giggling younger lady also addressed her by name.
Karen was in the twilight zone. She knew none of these people and
they all knew her on sight. She began to feel that maybe she had been
high society all the time and just never knew it.
Karen followed Joyce into the oversized party room and was
shocked to see all the ladies were dressed in some sort of skimpy
lingerie. Karen now recalled the invitation, 'lingerie party'. This
was no fashion show, it was a slumber party. She didn't know that
grown ladies did such things. She reddened with humiliation as only
ladies who arrive at a party inappropriately dressed would understand.
She was even more embarrassed and surprised when the twenty or so
scantily dressed ladies chimed in, 'Hello Karen'.
"I ... uh .... I misunderstood," Karen apologized, spreading
her arms to reveal her formal dress.
"Oh, don't worry about that, honey," Joyce reassured her. "We
have a rule, sort of. Girls who come dressed inappropiately ....
well, they just have to go naked."
"Huh? What? Naked?" Karen repeated, surprised.
"Yes, dear, naked... you are not dressed as you should be so
you must take all your clothes off ... right down to the buff," Joyce
further humiliated her.
"But..but I can't do that," Karen protested
"Oh, my dear, sure you can .... it's required," Joyce smiled.
"REQUIRED!!" repeated the ladies in unison.
"But I..." Karen began.
"No 'buts' about it. You have to play by the rules. Go on,
get your clothes off."
Karen saw the futility of further resistance. It now occurred
to her that Joyce had taken her keys to the car and she did not know
where they were. She began to realize that there was more to this
than met the eye at first qlance. She felt intimidated.
Karen slowly unzipped her dress and shrugged it from her
shoulders, letting it bunch around her feet on the floor. She
unsnapped the cup hooks and her swollen tits fell free. Karen was not
ashamed of her tits, they were full and pretty in shape. She knew
this but to have all these women looking and evaluating them was
humiliating. She blushed red as she rolled the tight brief panties
down her hips, thighs, calves and to the floor. Her tits swung low
and out as she bent to push the panties down and they bounced when she
straightened. She felt the weight and pull of them and she did not
remember them ever being so heavy or quivering so violently with the
movement. They reddened with exposed embarrassment right down to
their cherry tips. Karen now stood before them in her birthday suit.
Murmurs of approval were heard through the ladies who pointed and
mumbled obscenities about Karen's exposed privates. Karen burned with
total and complete humiliation as they openly discussed her pussy -
the size, shape, color, fullness and obvious sensitivity. They
guessed at the weight of her tits and made lewd comments about sucking
them and Karen's past attention to them. She was sure her face had
flames shooting from it as they continued their verbal abuse.
Karen now realized she was more than a guest at the party. Her
head spun with confusion. They were using her for their amusement.
She was humiliated and yet the long-hidden desire to be humiliated
began to surface. She both felt degradation and the beginning tingle
of sexual excitement. She well knew, if she did not leave now, she
might not leave and would certainly shame herself before these pretty
ladies beyond ever living in the town any longer.
"I think I want to leave now," Karen stammered with face
downcast.
"Leave? No, dear. You can't leave yet. The party is just
getting started. Besides, you don't have your car keys and you have
no clothes to wear." Karen had been too blind with embarrassment to
notice the young ladies gathering her clothes as she was removing them
and she saw that the girls were now tossing them in the roaring
fireplace.
"No ... my clothes!!!!" Karen screeched as she saw them land in
the flames. "I have nothing to wear home ... WHAT?????" Karen stopped
in mid sentence as if it had just occurred to her what was happening.
She paled, then flushed again. Her breathing rate increased and her
heart pounded. She was going to be raped ... raped by women ... her
dream for so long. No, she'd obviously love it and her secret would
be out ... she had to run. Her thoughts confused, Karen, zombi-like,
turned and took several slow jerky steps with her face downcast. The
door seemed a hundred yards away and cat calls from the women spun her
head.
"WAIT!" Joyce halted her in her tracks. She froze instantly at
the command. It took very little to stop her. Half of everything
Karen was had been screaming for her to stop. She stood as if
paralyzed. The audience was silent for the first time since she had
entered the room. "You might want to find out why we invited you here
before you leave."
'Leave?' the thought stuck in Karen's mind. They intended to
let her leave. What was so bad about being raped by all these pretty
women if afterwards she was allowed to leave. The blame would be all
theirs if they raped her. She'd be free of any guilt and have the
time of her life. Karen slowly turned and eased back to the spot she
had just left. She watched as her clothes disappeared in puffs of
smoke and the murmuring again built among the ladies. Joyce
approached her with both hands extended and Karen did not resist. She
felt electricity vibrate her frame as Joyce's hands contacted both her
pointed titties and curled gently around them, weighing and bouncing
them up and down. The audience roared wilh lauglter as Joyce pulled
on the two female mounds and led Karen to the guest chair. Situated
to the side facing both the audience and a giant screen TV, the chair
put Karen in the position of being totally visible to the audience and
still allowed her to watch the TV. Joyce dimmed the lights and
directed a bright spotlight from above onto Karen so her redness
fairly glowed. Joyce giggled as she pushed the remote play and a hush
fell over the girls. Karen sat silently until the TV screen danced
into a corrected frame and the giant 52" screen lit up.
"Gasppp .... oh no!!!" Karen gasped in disbelief. It was her
on the screen. Squatted on her kitchen table, her naked form curling
logs of shit onto a plate. The frame zoomed in on her hairless pussy
until it filled most of the screen. There was her naked slit and
puffy lips displayed to these women, enlarged to the size of her
entire body. The bulging assbole was spitting out its load and what a
load! Enlarged as it was, the turd was the size of a fire log. The
girls giggled and Karen glowed crimson from tip to tip. Karen sat
with her mouth open, eyes glued to the vile scene as the ladies
laughed and taunted her about the vulgar display of her feminity on
the screen. Karen was in a daze. 'Who...how... what', she thought.
'How did they get this tape of her in her own home ... no one knew of
her secret ... at least until now'. Far too much was happening too
fast for her to assemble any consistent thoughts. She had her hands
full just trying to fight off the urge to faint and escape this total
state of humiliation sweeping over her. Her mouth worked but no words
came out. Her eyes, glued to the flickering screen, filled with tears
of shame. She was glad they could not hear her begging her imaginary
Mistress to let her suck her asshole out for her ... or did they?
Karen's entire attitude was revealed to these women in the lewdest
possible way and her innermost intimacies revealed. The movie played
on through her entire shit breakfast episode and when the dishwashing
stage arrived Karen heard a gasp and squeal from a girl in full
orgasm. Her attention was thus drawn to the group where she saw the
guilty girl squirming and twisting as she gasped for each breath. She
had one finger deep in her asshole and a finger of the same hand
thrust into her cunt hole. With her other hand, she was pinching and
twisting her clit. All the other women, Karen noticed, were in some
stages of orgasm and were pounding their flesh to heighten levels of
excitement. Karen blushed at this unauthorized and forced use of her
body to excite them. Only a girl of Karen's persuasion could begin to
understand her feelings at that moment. Inborn lusts for abuse and
shit-eating humiliation combined with sexual over-arousal and
helplessness gnawed upon her.
"Now..gasp ... little ... K ... Karen..if you..want to ...
leave..gooo. Your bos..sss ... gasp... boss will have this tape this
very day."
Karen watched Joyce's hips jerk with excitement as she walked
towards her with slow jerky steps. Joyce's hands made little circles
inside her wet pussy hole as her other hand tweeked and pulled her
swollen clit.
"Leaveeee..gasp .... or gasp...stay ... but ouhhee ...
gasppp..gerrrr ... we will tell yourrr secrettttt!" Joyce promised.
Karen could not be expected to make such a decision in her
present aroused and intimidated condition; nor did Joyce really expect
her to be able too. It was the plan and it was working to Karen's
disadvantage. Saying or doing nothing was what Joyce ex pected and
would be interpreted as an acceptance ot all that was to come. Karen
could do nothing but sit and try to clear her mind as her pussy was
rolling inside out with its own repulsive gnawing for relief. Karen
had an almost irrestible urge to slap it for all she was worth for
becoming so wet and itchy at her expense.
Assuming she had accepted her fate, Joyce jerked over to her
and, with gentle but firm fingers, extracted her from the chair by
tugging on her ripe swollen nipples and guided her to the table in the
center of an adjoining room. She was given the guest seat before a
naked young girl on the table. She was now squatting in the same
vulgar position that Karen had been in the movie. A large silver
platter was slid under the girl, who giggled at the look on Karen's
face. The girl pushed out with her ass muscles and the hole rpunded
out further. It began stretching like a woman's pussy having a baby.
It pulsated and rumbled as the girl grimaced and strained. Inside,
Karen saw the end of a GIANT turd the size of a baby's head and it was
starting to emerge. The elastic asshole opened wider and wider to
expel more and more of the end of the turd. The hard, lumpy turd was
the fatness of Karen's thigh. It quivered and pushed straight down
towards the platter. Nothing about it seemed real. It didn't bend or
squirm like a normal turd but pushed down more like a stick of wood.
When the end of the turd hit the patter, the girl began to raise up,
allowing her ass to slide up off the turd. By the time the monstrous
ass mouth began biting and pulsating off the turd, it hung a full 24
inches long! With a thud, the turd fell away and flopped wetly but
solidly across the platter. The girl was helped weakly off the table
and out of the room. It was apparent the experience was very much
like having a baby for a normal woman. She must have saved up for
days for this monster and would now require considerable rest prior to
further activity. Joyce, accompanied with cheers from the watchers,
pushed the huge platter of shit over to Karen's side of the table.
The turd quivered slightly, testifying to the fact that it was
at least softer than it had at first appeared. Karen sat staring
unbelievably at the huge pile of shit. Ten women could not have
dumped out this much at once! It smelled like shit, came out of a
girl's asshole, but it certainly did not look like any turd Karen had
ever seen. Joyce eased behind Karen and grasped her wrists easily,
pulling them behind her naked back. Lifting and pushing, she
postioned Karen so her pretty tits hung over the fat turd. Slowly,
Joyce pushed her tits down until Karen felt the heat of the turd on
her swollen nipples. Down, down until her tits were pressed right
into the turd. Its softness engulfed her titties so they were
completely buried into this fat shit log. Joyce raised her and Karen
saw the perfect and full molds of her round tits in the center of the
turd with plenty of shit on either side of the molds. Karemn's tits
felt cool, dank drying of shit on them and, looking down, she saw the
huge gobs of the foul shit forming a thin layer over her boobs. The
stench rose to her nose and she felt her stomach churn. No matter how
much shit she ate, it always made her want to gag. Cautioning her not
to rub away or otherwise interfere with the slime on her tits, Joyce
allowed Karen to sit back in her chair as a very pretty naked blond
girl climbed onto the table and, kneeling in front of Karen, began to
dig her fingers into her hairless pussy hole and to tweek and stretch
her already-swollen clit. Karen was made to watch as the pretty thing
worked her pussy into a gushing climax that dripped wet slurping
juices into one of the indentations made by Karen's tits. Another
girl followed this girl and still another until one by one every girl
in the group had come with her naked pussy belching right in front of
Karen's blushing face and dumped its creamy cunt slime down into the
tit hole in the turd. By the time all the girls had had a turn at
coming for Karen, the hole was half filled with girl juice. Joyce
then squatted with her own pretty pussy spread with her fingers for
Karen. Smiling to Karen, she expelled a long yellow gush of piss into
the remaining tit hole. Finishing off her pissing by vibrating her
fat pussy lips with her fingers, Joyce crawled off the table and
instructed poor Karen to begin her meal.
"Eat," Joyce began. "Eat your female prepared dinner. Eat
without the use of your hands ... and eat it all! .... ALL before you
stop. Now, clasp your hands behind your back and eat by dipping your
mouth into the turd and then sipping a good gulp from each tit bowl to
wash the shit down. Unless you finish the entire dinner prepared for
you, we will send the tape to your boss and all your friends. If you
eat it all and lick the platter clean, we will let you rest before we
feed you the dessert that goes with it ... maybe! Joyce threatened.
Karen lowered her eyes to the monster stinking on the platter
before her. The size and stench of it was overpowering. "How could
she eat all that?' she thought. 'How could she not ... if she
expected to live in this community?' She was now more humiliated than
she had ever been. Naked before all these women and in a position of
being nothing more than a shit-eating slave to them. She lowered her
head and extended her tongue far out, plunging it into one end of the
log of shit. Curling her tongue, she dipped out a mushy scoop of the
brown ice cream of the asshole. Gagging and belching, she curled it
into her mouth and worked it back and forth with her tongue in chewing
motions before swallowing. The taste was bitter and disgusting. Her
face puckered into a mask of disgust and humiliation as she burped the
human waste and was forced to swallow it a second time. Her stomach
would not accept the meal on the first offer. The taste seemed even
more repulsive here, where she was expected to perform this
shit-eating function for the amusement of the watching women. Karen
was very aware of their intense stares and giggles as she dipped her
pink, innocent tongue a second time into the dark shit and began
chewing slowly, swallowing another mouthful. She was delaying the
chasers as long as she could but as she pointed the sharp tip of her
virgin tongue towards the shit again, Joyce shoved the back of her
head so her face splashed deep into the tit bowl filled with girl cum
juices.
Joyce did not just dip it in and let it out. She held Karen's
face well buried in the slime until the need to breathe overcame her
disgust of sucking in the sticky cream and swallowing it. She gurgled
and snorted bubbles in the mess as her tummy heaved and belched the
girl slime back into the bowl. Joyce held her face buried as Karen,
disobeying the order to keep her hands away, began to claw at Joyce's
hands. Joyce was relentless and, as the watchers cheered her on, held
Karen's face well within the cream of woman soup. Bubbling and
sucking herself into a slumping blush of embarrassment and total
humiliation, Karen drank in the chunks of shit-filled cum and managed
to retain it in her cramping stomach. She was sucking the last drop
from the shit bowl before Joyce released her head and allowed her to
sit, quivering and gasping for air. The watch ing women were giggling
and teasing her for her display of unwilling servitude and the
spectacle her naked filth-covered tits made, flopping as her body
heaved for fresh air. Gaining the strength to look around, Karen
noticed that the women were now engaged in mutual masturbation and
pussy/asshole licking. They were enjoying her shit-eating humiliation
and masturbating to her misfortune. She hated herself for desiring
the bitches that were forcing themselves on her. 'How could she think
of giving them the pleasure of her warm mouth?' Karen thought as Joyce
nudged her head back down towards the shit pile.
Karen was not going to get herself into a helpless position of
being force fed by Joyce. She attacked the turd with a passion. She
ripped hugh chunks out of it and chewed them thin before swallowing.
She followed each bite with a large gulp of piss from the tit bowl and
found the liquid, though salty and repulsive, washed the lumpy shit
down better than trying to eat it dry. She was surprised how fast the
shit pile shrunk before her attack but the last few gulps were not
easily swallowed and refused to remain in her overstuffed stomach on
the first swallowing. Joyce would not allow her to stop and it seemed
forever for her to lick the platter clean of the last morsel of shit.
Karen sat as if in a daze when, at last, Joyce allowed her to sit back
over a clean platter. Karen could hear her stomach growling and felt
rolls of cramping pain crawl up and down her bowels. She knew that it
was only a matter of time before her guts answered the forced
semi-food and squirted the offensive matter out of her tight asshole
in gushes. She was dizzy and sat weaving and burping as the women
roared in laughter at her condition of shit-filled swooning.
The shit clinging to Karen's tits was beginning to dry and
puckered the soft and sensitive skin, causing it to tingle and itch.
Karen resisted the almost overwhelming urge to scratch them. She was
not long allowed to sit thus as Joyce ordered her to raise her tits
with her hands and lower her mouth on them. She was instructed to
lick them clean of all shit. Karen pulled up hard on her shapely
titties and stretched down her mouth so her tongue flicked
tantalizingly over her right puckered nipple. She gasped at both the
acrid taste of the shit and the tingling that sprouted in her tit tip
and cascaded down her flank to settle as electric twitches in her
naked twat. Joyce giggled at the hot waves of tremors that raked
Karen. Karen blushed in the knowledge that this redhaired beauty knew
exactly what her tongue was doing to her pussy. She licked both tits
as far down as her neck would reach and, when it was obvious she could
suck no more shit from them, Joyce ordered her to concentrate on her
swelling nipples. Karen quivered in uncontrollable excitement as she
sucked them into her mouth and curled her tongue around them,
tormenting them sexually. Like a starving infant, she chewed and
sucked at the buds until her twat was boiling and she was twisting and
groaning in overheated frenzies. Karen did not see the two ladies
approach and grasp her arms. She followed them blindly. She soon
recognized the bathroom and was glad to be allowed to be seated.
Her bowels exploded into the toilet with a thunderous roar of
hot gas and flying shit. Over and over the exploding bowels were
heard gushing out their pressured contents. Karen groaned in relief
as the dumping continued and the two girls giggled as they mixed a
very hot bath in a large, open tub. The rumbling stopped and the
toilet bowl was half full of re cycled and putrid shit. Karen did not
resist as two naked girls lifted her from the seat and a third girl
came in with a bucket and began dipping the slime from the bowl. The
girl raised from the toilet bowl and scurried out of the room with a
treasure for the waiting ladies in the other room. Unbeknownst to
Karen, she had just prepared the dessert for the waiting ladies. Even
as the two naked girls eased her into the hot tub, the women in the
dining room were filling their bowls with the cream of lady soup.
Spoons clanked as the girls lowered Karen into the hot water. Karen
gasped as the heat soaked into her asshole and pussy. It was hot,
welcome and refreshing and she sank back in the tub with eyes closed.
She was sure she would be left to soak but such was not the case.
Both girls took soft sponges and knelt one on each side of the large
tub and began dipping the balls of sponges into the water and gently
rubbing them over her already sexually excited form. Karen moaned and
squeezed her own tits in excitement. Her exploring hands were pushed
away with a caution to remain still and soak in the pleasure. It was
a relief for Karen to relax and let these pretty girls play with her
nakedness.
The sponges dipped between her legs and tickled her already
swollen clitoris. Karen was panting and heaving as her body twisted
and squirmed. She was lost in near orgasm as the girls continued to
whisper dirty little sexual suggestions in her ears and titillate her
body with the warm sponges. It was just about more than any girl
could stand. When Karen thought she could stand no more without
exploding, the girls raised her from the tub and began to rub her
nakedness with a big terry towel.
She was taken back into the dining room where Joyce met her.
"Well Karen, welcome to the club. Tonight was your initation and the
introduction to all of us. You performed perfectly and are thus
qualified to become a member if you desire. We play these games every
weekend and as we discover new flesh, we introduce them and offer them
membership. The only cost is the unrestricted use of your body and we
offer ours in return. There never were any copies of the tape and if
you do not wish to join us, you will be given the original and the
source of it revealed to you. You will not be bothered again by us
and we request you don't reveal our activities. So, what do you say?
Will you pledge your shit to us and accept ours as your main weekend
meals?"
Karen did not have to ponder long on this invitation. Never in
her life had she been so humiliated and enjoyed it more! It was a
dream come true and she wasn't going to let go of it for anything!
"Yes .... Yeeeessssss!!!" she squealed.
NOTE: I did not write this story. The author would like to
correspond, by regular mail, with lesbians or bi-females who are
interested in this subject. Email Lunasea99@hotmail.com
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