A Party for Karen by Karen
A Party for Karen
Warning: This story is for adults only and involves scat activities between women. It is a fantasy and all characters are fictitious.
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 difficult 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 boy-craziness 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 controlling 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 invisible 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 openness 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 irresistible 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 inappropriately... 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 glance. 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, zombie-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 laughter 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 asshole 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 femininity 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 expected 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 irresistible 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 rounded 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 watching 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 huge 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 recycled 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 initiation 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 [email protected]
This story is part of White Shadow's Nasty Stories.
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