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(FF, oral, anal, scat, ws, fisting) *** My former college roommate Carol had called me the week before to invite me to lunch at one of Saint Louis's nicest restaurants. We had been in and out of touch over the past several years and we had both just turned 38. We were born a week apart in the same year. It had been six months since we last saw each other, drinking too much white wine and commiserating over our lousy marriages and workaholic husbands. She and I had been inseparable in college. We belonged to the same sorority and so we were sisters. But our sisters thought we were "really" sisters because we looked somewhat alike. I have bright red hair, too many freckles, blue eyes and pale white skin. Carol's hair was dark red and very thick, her eyes are green and I always thought... jealously... that her skin was perfect. My breasts were barely bumps while her breasts were Cs. But we were about the same height and we wore the same size clothes (except bras) and shoes, a size 8 petit dress and 7 shoes. She was a perfect roommate and we got to the point that we would finish each other's sentences; and then couldn't stop giggling. She graduated in biochemistry and worked as a supervisor in some sort of lab. I got a BA in business and was working as a broker at one of the local commodities exchanges. We both live in St. Louis but in suburbs at the opposite end of Saint Louis County. She lives in Clayton and because my husband is a Dean at the University we live in Belrieve Acres. "You look gorgeous Julia," as she greeted me on the bottom floor of the Fisk Building. We had gained a couple of pounds since college but at the risk of sounding arrogant we both looked great! We hugged and took the elevator to the tenth floor restaurant. It was so much fun eating with an old friend, reminiscing and laughing. We were both successful in our jobs and economic worries were the least of our problems. Our marriages were still in the same stale place, but we had plenty of money and our kids had nannies. It was fun to have the freedom. I looked down at my watch and it was almost 3 pm. "Sorry to end this so quickly Carol, but I really should get back to work. We need to do this more often." We laughed and of course both of us promised we would try. The elevator doors opened and we stepped in. We were alone, just chatting away. The door shut and we began to descend. Then it happened. The elevator began swaying back and forth, the thunder of crashing metal, the shriek of breaking stone and glass was all around us and the elevator dropped. Amazingly the car stopped with a grinding thud before we hit bottom, both of us screaming with terror. We clung to the walls as the elevator car continued to vibrate and squeal. "What the hell just happened," I looked at Carol while in absolute terror, "Is this another terrorist attack?" "No, I don't think so," she responded, "I think this is the "big one", the big St. Louis earthquake they have been forecasting." I looked at her puzzled. "What are you talking about? Earthquakes in California maybe, but not St. Louis!" "Julia, this area sits on the most dangerous seismic areas in the world. I think we are in deep trouble because it seems like the building has collapsed around us. We should listen and see if we can hear anything." Other than the groans of shifting metal and cracking glass there was nothing. Every few minutes the earth would shake and rattle the elevator car and everything around us. We waited for at least an hour and still nothing. Then we began to yell and pound on the doors and walls of the compartment, first with our fists and then our shoes. Nothing. We held each other and cried. I had had four glasses of white wine and two glasses of water with lunch and suddenly knew I had to go. "I'm sorry Carol, but I really have to pee. I will go over to the far corner of the car and just do it there." "Julia that is a really bad idea. We don't know how long we are going to be down here. We have limited oxygen and as our waste decomposes, either urine or excrement, it will form hydrogen chloride gas. It is heavier than oxygen and so in 24 hours we could be dead from breathing poison gas. If this is an earthquake we could be here a lot longer than that." "What do we do? We can't hold our pee much less our poo in until we are rescued. I just want to cry I am so miserable." Carol held me in her arms. "Julia, I have an idea. I feel very close to you and always have. What I am going to propose crosses all boundaries but it is because I love you that I am going to suggest the only one sure way we can survive until we are rescued." "What are you talking about?" I moved away so I could look into her face. "OK. The science is that we cannot let any of our body waste into this car." Carol looked at me seriously, "There is only one way to do it. We have to drink or eat our bodily waste. We cannot let a drop get on the thick rug of this elevator car. With the warmth in the car it will speed up the process of converting fluid to gas. Consuming our waste will do double duty. We have no water and if we do this we can prevent dehydration and at least in the short run prevent starvation." "My Jesus, you got to be kidding. Drinking and eating our piss and shit? I just don't know." "Julia my dearest, do you ever want to see your children again?" We were in silence for several minutes. I finally nodded my head yes. We held each other crying for several minutes. "I really have to pee now. Will you really do this for me?" "OK, but here are the ground rules. We need to take off all of our clothes. We cannot afford to have urine soak into the cloth. You need to control your stream so I don't choke and can swallow in small gulps. Finally, you will need to almost sit on my face but with your vagina in the direction of my breasts. If any piss falls on my body you will have to lick it up before it hits the carpet. We will both have to clean our vaginas with our tongues to make sure nothing gets to the floor. She seemed bizarrely clinical and almost unbelievably calm. I carefully took off my skirt and blouse laying them in the far corner. My bra and panties came off as did my shoes. When I turned around a red haired goddess, completely naked, was handing me her clothes. Her body was simply breathtaking. Her fiery bush was very thick as compared to my sparse pubes. Her breasts were full and plump with tiny pink nipples. Her nipples were hard and almost pointed at me. Her face was angelic. I know I was almost in shock because of the earthquake, but I would be lying if I said I was not aroused by the sight of the stunning woman in front of me. I had never even thought of being attracted to another woman before, but somehow this was different. She took me by the hand as she lay down with her head facing me on the thick Persian style carpet. I straddled her head, squatting realizing as I began crouching that her nose was going to be wedged between my ass cheeks. The thought gave me a weird sense of arousal. That perky little nose wedged into my ass crack. She would smell my ass. I had often fingered my ass as my husband snored next to me. I would smell it, sometimes even lick my finger, and then masturbate until I came or fell asleep. As I squatted, she steadied me by holding my thighs. "I need to spread your vaginal lips so I can get my mouth as close to your pee hole as I can." I felt my pussy lips being spread and her lips covering my opening. She used her tongue to find my piss hole and adjusted her mouth to cover it. Geez, I hadn't had anyone put their mouth on my pussy in years. But, I needed to focus at the problem at hand. I had to go, but my first stream spurted far too much and trickled over her breasts and stomach and into her bush. My second stream was better and I could feel Carol swallowing under me, her throat opening and sending my urine into her stomach. I concentrated. I peed no more than two seconds at a time. Each was followed by an appreciative gulp. When I felt the last trickle come out I could feel her tongue cleaning me. That beautiful tongue kept touching my clit and I realized how turned on I was. It seemed Carol had gone from clinical to passionate. She was more than cleaning me. She licked my clit and it throbbed with arousal. I was getting really turned on and began humping her mouth as she flicked my clit with her wet tongue. Being that sexually aroused really scared me, so I dismounted. I tried to follow her scientific reasoning. "I better get to licking my pee off your before it hits the floor." I licked the splash of liquid just below her chin, moving my tongue between her breasts, and then licking her nipples where some spray had landed. She moaned as I did that. I assumed I would be doing the same in her shoes. I moved my head down leaving my legs near her shoulders. There was actually a pool of my urine in her navel and I carefully slurped it and then licked her belly button clean. I licked across her belly and moved my lapping tongue down to the glorious red mane between her legs. I tongued the hairs tentatively at first, now getting used to the taste of my own waste. I began to sweep my tongue across her bush as she began to move her legs apart. I could see the pink lips of her pussy swollen and parted. Without saying a word Carol took my left leg and swung it over her shoulder so that my fully spread cunt was in front of her. She began passionately kissing and licking the cunt lips and the clitoris. I opened my eyes and saw her inflamed mons with a clit like a little finger sticking out between her swollen flower. I was drawn to it. I could not stop. I kissed her as she was kissing me. My tongue played with her little "penis", I continued tonguing the folds of her pussy, sucking her clit and tasting the combination of urine and what? I had never tasted a woman's secretions before but it both smelled invitingly musky and tasted exotic. Both of us were moaning and thrashing and we came... yes we absolutely came at the same time. I had never had that experience with a man. White liquid gushed from her beautiful pussy and I lapped it up like a puppy drinking milk. Her cream was delicious. When we were done, we sat up and held each other in our arms. Telling each other how wonderful it was and how we wished we had known how good enjoying each other would be in college. We fell asleep for a short-time and awoke hearing a noise in the far distance. We jumped up and pound the walls with our shoes, yelling at the top of our lungs. No response. Another several hours passed. We were exhausted with fear, anxiety and... ok I'll admit it: sex. "Julia," Carol looked at me plaintively, "I am sorry but I really need to go now." "Pee?" "No, the other one," Carol looked at me with some embarrassment. I steeled myself. "I understand. I want to do this for you." "OK," Carol said, "but like all women pooping makes me want to pee as well, so I might have to shift back and forth over your mouth between my pee hole and my rectum. I will try to control the flow of both. You need to slap my on my thigh if you are getting too much to swallow." It was my turn to lie down on the soft carpet. I had a sense of trepidation. I knew I had to do it, but could I eat another person's shit and wash it down with their piss? "Let me release a bit of my pee first." And she squatted over my face. I had never realized how beautiful a woman's genitals were. Her vagina was big and the lips were thick and spread a bit to reveal the amazing pink interior. Her pee hole with clearly visible. Her red bush made the whole area seem aflame with passion and with sensuality. My pussy lips were not as stretched as hers. I could see they hung two inches down, opening her pink pussy as if it were a flower. I admired how her vagina was agape. It filled me with wonton sexuality. When I had spread the swollen lips of her vagina, holding the hanging lips between the fingers of my right and left hand, I spread them apart and pulled her down by those sweet cunt lips so my mouth covered her piss hole. I teased the piss hole with my tongue. Then the first squirt surprised me. I gagged a bit but managed to swallow a mouthful. I know it sounds strange but it was tangy like lemonade. My thoughts were maybe it tasted that way because of all of the white wine we drank for lunch or maybe because I had to do it to survive; my mind would make it taste what I wanted it to. "Are you OK," Carol asked. I answered by placing my mouth over her hole again and licking her urethra with my tongue. She filled my mouth five more times before telling me she needed me now to do her ass. As she shifted I spread her cheeks apart revealing a puckered pink hole surrounded by fine red hair. I touched it with my fingers and she moaned, her body becoming rigid as my finger touched her anal opening. I put my mouth to her asshole initially kissing it several times. I then began thrusting my tongue into the tight orifice as a signal that I was ready. I felt a puff of gas into my mouth and realized that I had just breathed in a fart. I could feel my pussy being aroused in a way I would have never thought to be erotic. It smelled faintly but I honestly didn't find it unpleasant. As I was thrusting my tongue in and out of her shit hole, I felt something pushing back. I don't know what I expected, but her asshole expanding around my tongue was a real surprise. I guess I expected a long turd. Instead, Carol's asshole expanded, my mouth wide open covering it, as a ball of shit the size and shape of a malted milk ball plopped into my mouth. I was afraid to do anything else but swallow. Initially, Carol was squeezing only one ball at a time into my mouth. They were solidly formed but other than the taste the texture was like a round chocolate candy. After I swallowed four or five whole, she farted again and shot four into my mouth. I had to chew. I would be lying if I said it was pleasant, but for some reason it aroused me. My pussy pulsed as Carol played with my little nipples as she was taking a crap in my mouth. I chewed and swallowed, actually reaming her ass with my tongue cleaning it after each tasty piece of shit slid out of her ass, but I wanted more. She farted several times more into my mouth and as I got the last bits of her chocolate candy to eat. She shifted placing her pussy over my face. I got an additional three mouthfuls of pee to help me wash down her surprisingly erotic snack. I continued to alternatively lick her ass and cunt until I could taste only my own spit. I have never felt so completely satisfied in my life. Several hours later my stomach began to cramp notifying me that I need to evacuate my bowels. I gently shook Carol awake. "Carol, please I need to go". "Which one?" she responded. "I need to crap but I am afraid mine won't be as nice as yours. I usually have long logs." She sighed deeply, "It's OK darling. I really want to do this for you." I squatted, putting my pisser over her mouth. I gave her a couple of mouthfuls of my hot urine and she licked the folds of my pussy lips to the point I almost came. But nature was calling in a very different way. I tried to slide back but as I did she used her arms to push me up a few inches. "I want to see your turd come out of your ass. To balance myself I grabbed her beautiful tits, caressing them, pinching the nipples with my long finger nails, than grabbing hold of those wonderful breasts as a felt my sphincter expand and I farted loudly into her face. Then the head of my first turd began to escape my colon, poking out through the rectum as I tried to control its passage. "How incredibly beautiful it is Julia," Carol almost moaned, "It is a perfectly formed torpedo. I am going to suck it like a little cock before I swallow it." I heard the sounds of some eating as if it were an extraordinarily tasty snack. My wonderful friend seemed to not be sacrificing to a gross necessity but to be enjoying the offering I was giving her. Carol swallowed loudly and kept eating as each brown log slipped through my sphincter and into her mouth. When I was done she pulled my ass down to her face and reamed me, cleaning my asshole and ass hair as if I had taken a bath. I shifted to give her two more swallows of pee before lying down beside her. Without saying a word she put my face in her hands and bent over French kissing me deeply so we could taste each other's feces and urine. We interlocked our legs humping each other's pussies. We played with each other's breasts, sucking nipples, pinching with our finger nails, pulling on each other's tits with unbelievable passion. I had never though pain in my nipples would be arousing, but the more she pinched my pink little aureoles the more aroused I became. We began fingering each other. Carol put one, two, three fingers in my pussy. But I was too tight and she couldn't get more in. Although I complained I really wanted more my cunt was not stretched enough to allow it. I had also put three fingers into Carol's gash, slipping easily in and out. Breathing heavily in my ear she pleaded "Please fist me." I was embarrassed. I had never heard the term before. So I asked "What do you mean." "What, you don't know what fisting is?" The obvious answer was no. So she whispered into my ear what she wanted me to do to her. I had never heard of a woman doing this, but I slid down to her wide opened pussy and moved a fourth finger into the opening, then adding my thumb. She actually pressed down against my hand and I felt my wrist slip by the tight ring of her pussy and slip inside of her. I began to slowly fist fuck her, licking her extended little clit when she wasn't bucking against me. She came violently, clamping my hand inside her cunt with muscles I never thought women had. Her bodily fluids ran down my arm and as soon as I removed it, Carol licked my hand, wrist and arm clean. For the next two days, we were careful with our sex escapades because Carol emphasized that we could lose too much energy with a lot of sexual activity while dining only on urine and excrement. We peed and crapped and turned each other on, but only two or three times a day. It was weird. By the third day we were used to being each other's toilets, because that was what we were. I had eaten ten excellent balls of shit from her ass when she asked me to do something I thought was impossible. She asked me to fist her ass. "You can't mean it," I said, "that little rosebud will never let my hand pass into it." "It will if you follow my instruction," Carol said with a voice that was filled with sexual urgency. Crap on my hand to use as a lubricant, I will use it to lubricate your hand and then begin shoving your fingers up my ass. It was weird. I shit into Carol's hands and then she rubbed my excrement all over my right hand. She lay on her side. I put my middle finger in her sweet rose bud, then my pointing finger, then my third finger. It just seemed too tight. "Go ahead," Carol said, "Slip your fourth finger in." It was tight but as I pumped in and out her anal ring seemed to loosen. I then had my thumb inside the ring and kept pumping. After ten or fifteen minutes of playing with her anus with two, then three, then four fingers, I pushed my hand deep into her beautiful ass. She began to fuck my hand with her ass, moving in slow undulating motions, taking my hand deeper and deeper into her ass. She came with an almost a terrifying moan. Carol collapsed with my hand deep in her bowels. We lay there for several moments as she recovered. The she put her right hand on the hand up her ass and loosed it from her now wide open rectum. When it was completely out, I couldn't help myself. I kissed it my brown streaked hand. More than that I French kissed the opening of her ass. It had stayed open a full two inches and I could bury my nose and mouth in her ass. My shit, her shit all mixed together in a glorious froth. I then felt Carol licking the fingers that had just come out of her ass. I moved toward her mouth and we both licked the goo and excrement from my hand, hugging and loving each other as if each breath would be the last. Then we heard knocking at the door. "Hello, is anyone in there?" "Yes, yes we are stuck here," Carol and I said almost simultaneously. There were a lot of voices outside the elevator door. "We can get you out. It will just take a ten or fifteen minutes to get the concrete away from the elevator opening. Carol looked at me. "Get your clothes on. We can look disheveled but we can't be naked when they get it." Well the rescue team got to us. My blouse was loose, bra discarded. We both smelled horribly as they brought us out on stretchers. Everyone assumed we had loosed our bladder and bowels when the earthquake struck. No one suspected what had happened the last 72 hours. There was applause when we reached the surface. TV crews interviewed our stalwart husbands and crying children. There was carnage all around. But between the smiles and the tears, the reunion with family I could not stop thinking about Carol. We were being taken to the hospital, taking one furtive glance at each other before they took us to two different rooms. For some reason she left the hospital the next day but didn't say a word. I "recovered" quickly and was back home into my routine. I was afraid to reach out to Carol. Had we really done that? What did she think of me? Did she think me a horrible pervert? Did she ever want to hear from me again? I just decided to go back to my life. One month later, I receive a privately delivered note by a messenger service. It was addressed to me. It read: "I reserved a log cabin for a girl's weekend out about an hour from here this weekend. It is the size of an elevator car, but with a king size bed in the middle. Unfortunately, there is no indoor plumbing. Can you join me? Don't say no. No need to respond. I will be waiting for you. Directions attached. Love, Carol." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71