Date: Wed, 28 Apr 2010 22:51:13 -0500
From: david dubois <rainstreet@live.com>
Subject: The Enlightenment of Rose (FF, Scat)

Greetings and thanks for checking out my stories.  This is my first
submission and it is a work in progress.  My work is entirely fiction and
intended as adult entertainment.  If you are under-aged, please exit this
site.  I don't include children in my erotic work and I don't write for
children.  R/S

February 16, 2009

			 The Enlightenment of Rose

Rose was having great difficulty staying focused in her biology class.  The
teacher was one of those artifacts in the educational system who seems to
be a permanent fixture.  Rose imagined that old Mrs. Garner was teaching
the same class during her grandmother's school years.  She felt a giggle
escape when this thought popped into her head.

Judy, the cute black girl sitting across from her glanced her way with a
quizzical look.  Rose shook her head to convey that the giggle was
meaningless.  Rose continued to gaze at Judy, though she had returned her
attention to the incomprehensible drone of Mrs. Garner lecture.  Rose had
known Judy for over 10 years.  They had attended the same schools
throughout their childhood and teenage years.  She had long been aware of a
peculiar fascination she held for Judy.  It was a feeling that Rose had
tried to dismiss as innocent curiosity, though recently she wondered if
this was her brain or her heart speaking.

 Growing up in a strict religious home, Rose had suffered the typical lack
of sexual enlightenment from her parents.  The word "sex" had scarcely been
heard in her home, except for the vague explanation of "what you should
expect on your honeymoon" speech from her mother.  This lack of information
had only served to magnify Rose's curiosity on the subject.

Her parents were scholars and both had achieved advanced degrees in their
chosen fields.  Rose had inherited this intelligence and motivation for
learning.  She did not, however share her parents prohibitive few of sex
and bodily functions. On the contrary, Rose discovered that she was
irresistibly drawn to all things sexual.

She found herself continually horny.  She spent hours at the library
perusing the available reference materials on the subject.  When the
Internet became available in her school, Rose utilized the library's
computer in her searches.  However, she soon found that her searches were
very limited due to the library's censorship policies and practices.  This
discovery greatly enraged Rose and only made her more determined to
continue her quest.

 She was familiar with the basics of sex.  Through her research, Rose had
the general concepts of intercourse, oral sex, and what the experts
considered to be the most successful way to achieve orgasm in the shortest
time.  She felt she had as much book knowledge on the subject as anyone.

 She had climaxed many time by masturbating in the privacy of her bed and
sometimes while taking a shower.  Following an orgasm, Rose experienced a
brief period of satisfying relaxation.  This would only last a few minutes,
however, before the intense urges returned.

What concerned Rose the most about these insatiable longings was that they
became most powerful when she was around other girls.  Her fantasies always
involved females.  When she first began touching herself sexually, she
found that she could not become aroused if the subject of her fantasies was
male.  At the time, she was too young to perceive the implications of this.
In recent years, however, Rose had began to wonder if she was a lesbian.

Her upbringing had placed very definite taboos on this lifestyle.  Her
ambiguity concerning sex and dating had no doubt contributed to the fact
that she was still a virgin at 19.  Though she had felt no attraction to
the opposite sex, Rose believed that her sexual urges were stronger than
the typical teenage girl.  Otherwise, why would her inclination to pursue
knowledge on the subject have become an obsession?

 Rose was familiar with the "locker room talk" when she was attending high
school.  Most of the girls would be chatting about guys who were "hot" and
how they hoped so and so would ask them to the dance.  She had never felt a
part of the group.  Rose recalled that while these conversations were going
on, she would be watching with interest but not because of the topic.  She
had been gazing at the others girls as they dressed and undressed.

When one of them was describing how her boyfriend had kissed her or touched
her, Rose had sometimes imagined herself as the boy.  It occurred to her
that this was probably unusual and at times she felt embarrassed about her
thoughts.  There had been a few occasions when she had been caught while
watching other girls.

Once she had noticed a beautiful Hispanic girl named Marcie, as she sat in
one of the toilet stalls.  Marcie apparently was experiencing some
difficulty in her efforts.  Rose stood in a shower stall and watched her as
she periodically grimaced and uttered grunts and moans that to Rose sounded
more like sounds of ecstasy than pain.

This was the first time she had witnessed another person engaged in such a
personal act since bathroom behavior at home had always been extremely
private.  In fact, Rose found the girl's presence on the toilet somewhat
remarkable, since girls as a rule were very shy about the act of pooping in
a public place.  She was so enthralled by the display that she failed to
notice that Marcie had began returning her gaze.  Rose looked quickly away,
then hurried from the room.  She felt her face grow hot and her heart pound
as she made her way down the hallway from the girls gym.  She felt totally
humiliated but also extremely horny!

She realized that if word got out about the incident, she wouldn't hear the
end of it.  School life would be even more hellish than it had been
previously.  To her knowledge, Rose's sexual preferences were not yet part
of the grapevine of school gossip.  Her classmates suspecting that she was
a lesbian was something that she could conceivably live with.  However,
Rose felt certain than this recent incident far surpassed the realm of
acceptable behavior among her peers.

During the remainder of the day she continually replayed the event.  Though
she remained embarrassed, a peculiar fact begin to emerge concerning
Marcie's reaction.  Her expression as she met Rose's gaze hadn't conveyed
anger or disgust, which one might expect.  It occurred to Rose that her own
shocked embarrassment had temporarily blinded her to the fact that Marcie
had been smiling at her.  In fact, the more Rose contemplated this, it
seemed to her than the smile had seemed almost flirtatious.  This
realization caused Rose's heart to began pounding again but for a totally
different reason.

The Marcie incident became another piece of reality that added substance to
Rose's erotic fantasies.  The scenarios which she imagined during her
self-pleasuring sessions changed substantially.  As she touched herself,
she would visualize a girl, sometimes with Marcie's face, but not always.
The girl would be sitting on a toilet making exaggerated grunting noises
while in the act of defecating.  Rose imagined herself watching the girl,
unseen, though in close proximity.  In the fantasy, Rose approached the
girl, drawing close enough to touch her.

 Some of Rose's dreams were similar in nature.  During these, the faces
changed places.  The girl on the toilet was often Rose, while the one in
hiding became that person.  Soon it became very difficult for Rose to have
an orgasm without visualizing this fantasy or something similar.  She was
perplexed about this, particularly since she had not been familiar with the
idea of sex and anything associated with the act of using the toilet.  She
had seen no references to it in her research on the computer.

What was it about this solitary visual that touched on Rose's primal urges
to such an extent? Nothing had even come close.  It both concerned her and
fascinated her.  One evening while she was using the bathroom at home, she
found herself reaching between her legs while on the toilet and touching a
piece of firm shit as it pushed out of her. She grasped it with her hand
and brought it out to the light.  Without thinking much about it, she
brought it to her mouth and touched it with her lips. She thought that, if
it weren't for the fact that it was her shit, she would like the way it
felt.  It was very warm and soft, kind of like the clay she sometimes
worked with in her art class.  She was intentionally trying not to smell
it, since she was aware that the odor was disagreeable and she knew that
things often tasted much different from the way they smelled.

She loved vegetables when her mother cooked them in the steamer but they
smelled awful, Rose recalled. Keeping this in mind, she carefully placed
her tongue against it and held it for a moment.  As Rose, suspected, the
taste was far from what the smell conveyed.  In fact she rather liked it.
It was a green, earthy taste that produced a sense of nostalgia in Rose.
This feeling was followed by an intense warmth and euphoria so pleasurable
that an involuntary whimper escaped from her lips.

She began to lick the brown log, cautiously at first, then with greater
fervor.  With each taste, her ecstasy increased, until she was scarcely
aware of her surroundings.  At some point, she ceased using her tongue and
began biting off pieces with her teeth, chewing and swallowing each
mouthful with the enthusiasm of someone devouring a delectable piece of
chocolate.  Suddenly she was empty handed. She had eaten the entire piece
of shit!

Rose felt as if someone else had been in control of her actions.  It was
like she had been dreaming during the past few moments.  She clearly
remembered coming into the bathroom, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them
and her panties down.  She vaguely recalled beginning her bowel movement.
At this point, Rose had seemed to move outside of her body.  It was as if
another part of her had assumed control.  It was this other Rose that had
performed the disgusting acts of which she was only vaguely aware.  As if
in a trance, Rose stood and pulled up her jeans.  She moved slowly to the
mirror and gazed in disbelief at her reflection.

A chocolate colored smear coated her lips and surrounded her mouth.  She
drew closer to the image and saw that her teeth were no longer white.  They
were the same color as her lips and Rose saw tiny chunks like brown corn,
stuck between them.  How could this be her reflection?  She was looking
into the eyes of a depraved creature who bore very little resemblance to
the teenage girl that everyone knew as Rose.

Suddenly she was reminded of a story she read about a group of boys who had
been stranded on an island.  After being separated from civilization for
awhile, the boys began to behave more like animals than humans.  The author
hadn't included shit eating as part of the boys regression but Rose would
have found the story more interesting if he had.

She realized that she had become horny while thinking about her version of
the story.  What was wrong with her?  It occurred to her that she had been
in such a daze, she had pulled up her jeans without wiping.  This didn't
astonish her as much as realizing that she was getting wet thinking about
the crack of her ass being dirty.

 It was the nastiness that she found such a turn on.  The "old" Rose was
apparently being submerged, as "new" Rose was surfacing.  It was the only
way she could rationalize what was happening.  Rose had always been highly
sexual, physically and mentally.  As long as she could remember, however,
this part of her had been stifled by her parents attitudes.  Rose knew
enough about psychology to realize that this kind of suppressive upbringing
could make crazy kids.  It was what the experts thought caused multiple
personalities.  Rose often felt like she had different personalities.

Her sexual fantasies usually focused on toilet behavior but she had never
considered eating her own shit!  She thought, "what would it be like to
taste another girl's shit?" This thought began to make her very horny and
she wondered about ways to make it happen.  Marcie had continued to be the
subject of many of Rose's fantasies.

 The incident at school led Rose to believe Marcie might be attracted to
girls.  She considered some ways that she might explore this possibility.
It was the first time that Rose had considered implementing a plan to bring
about one of her fantasies and she was terrified but very excited.

The following day, she searched anxiously for Marcie but didn't see her in
the hallways or during gym class.  She casually mentioned her absence to
one of the other girls in gym but the girl just shrugged.

After school, Rose walked slowly toward home, gazing down at the sidewalk
as her mind churned on the many confusing thoughts going through her head.
As she past the park, she was so deep in thought that she didn't hear her
name being called the first time.  "Rose"!  A girls voice yelled.  Rose
looked up and saw a girl sitting alone on the grass under one of the
weeping willow trees.  Realizing it was Marcie, her heart skipped and she
felt her face become hot.

 She tried to reply but she had forgotten how to use her voice.  "What's
wrong with me"?  Rose thought.  Finally, she heard a croak, resembling her
voice, "hey Marcie, missed you at school".  "Really"?  Marcie gave a shy
smile.  "I'm surprised you noticed I wasn't there."

Rose replied, "uh, yeah. I was kinda looking for you."  "How come?" said
Marcie.  Rose's face felt as if it was on fire.

 "Oh, I dunno.  Guess I've been thinking about you."  A look of genuine
pleasure came over Marcie's face.

 "REALLY?  I've been thinking about you a lot!  ever since that day I saw
you watching me on the toilet."  Rose gulped and laughed n

ervously.

 She blurted a lame response, "Oh that, I was taking a shower and we just
happened to look up at the same time."  She couldn't meet Marcie's eyes as
she said this.  When she glanced up she saw the same look of amusement she
recalled seeing that day from the shower.

Marcie began nodding slowly and said, "Ok".  Do you normally take showers
with your clothes on?"

 Rose was so embarrassed that she covered her face with her hands and
moaned, "Oh my God, you must think I'm a freak!" Marcie replied, "wanna
know something? I was kinda hoping you were."

 This comment stunned Rose and she was silent for several moments.  Then
Marcie spoke again, "that was a dumb thing to say Rose, it just came out.
I hope you didn't take me wrong. "

It was Marcie's turn to be embarrassed.  "Its just that I knew you were
watching me and I've been thinking about it a lot.  I've noticed that you
watch the girls a lot and I figured you were gay.  I've known I was a
lesbian for a couple of years.  It really made me hot when I saw you
watching me using the bathroom."

Rose said, "do you have a girlfriend, Marcie?"  She shook her head. "I've
never kissed a girl or anything.  No one knows how I feel about girls
except you.  Since I normally don't hang around other kids much, I don't
think anybody suspects.  Do you date someone?"

 "No," replied Rose, "but I don't think my sex preference is as much a
secret as yours.  I've heard talk and noticed the way some of the kids look
at me.  I've never had lots of girlfriends cause I would end up having
crushes on them that I couldn't hide.  Also, I don't think I'm a typical
lesbian cause I hate sports and guy stuff.  The problem with that is that
it keeps me from having friends that are boys too." The girls were both
quiet for several minutes.  Suddenly they both turned toward each other and
kissed, very gently on the lips.  Rose pulled back and looked around
nervously.  "Should we be doing this here"?

"Shhhh", replied Marcie.  She took Rose's face in her hands.  Looking
directly into her eyes, she reached out her and licked Rose's lips.  A
shudder ran through Rose as her eyes closed involuntarily.  Marcie began
using her tongue to bathe Rose's face slowly and deliberately.  Rose let
her body relax as she laid back on the soft grass.  She felt Marcie move
over her.  She was aware of Marcie's breasts pressing against her own as
she continued the tongue bath.

Rose felt her mind relax as well.  She imagined Marcie's tongue on other
parts of her.  Suddenly she realized that Marcie had stopped.  Rose opened
her eyes and looked into Marcie's eyes, which were only inches above hers.
Marcie seemed transfixed as she gazed back at Rose.  "I want all of you.  I
want to take you inside of me and be inside of you at the same time.  Let
me eat and drink you Rose."

Rose was moved but uncertain about the meaning of her words. She replied,
"I want you too, Marcie.  I think about you all the time."  She felt
herself blushing hotly. "I've even had dreams of you."  Recalling the
context of many of the dreams, Rose looked down in embarrassment.

 "What's wrong?", said Marcie.  Rose hesitated, then replied, "some of
those dreams were, you know, pretty, uh, vivid."  Rose had a sudden desire
to be totally honest with Marcie.  The "new Rose" that had withheld these
longings had finally found another enlightened soul.  Rose realized that
perhaps Marcie was indeed the kindred sister she had unknowingly been
seeking.

 "If I share something with you will you promise not to hate me?"  Marcie
gasped, "Rose, I could never hate you.  Unless...well, I mean, unless you
were a big Country and Western fan."  As Marcie said this, she gave a look
of exaggerated horror.  Rose realized she was teasing and they giggled.

 "Seriously, Marcie, this is very personal and embarrassing.  I know you're
going to think I'm a perv but I don't care.  It's been a big part of my
life for the past several months." Rose was silent for a moment, then said
softly, I'm just going to say it, ok?  Please don't look at me or say
anything until I'm finished."  Marcie nodded in assent.  "Ok, here goes."
Rose took a deep breath, then began.  "Ever since that day in the locker
room, I've been dreaming and fantasizing about you.  At first it was
normal. I mean, just kissing and touching and stuff.  Nothing, you know,
'kinky'." She paused, "shit this is hard.  Ok, after awhile the dreams
became kind of weird.  Like, sometimes you were in the bathroom on the
toilet."  Rose heard Marcie gasp softly.  "I know, it's sick but something
about you using the bathroom is incredibly exciting to me.  The thought off
you straining and pushing on the toilet is enough to make me come at
times."

 Marcie touched Rose's arm and she jumped.  "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to
surprise you.  I just think that's so hot."

Rose looked at her for the first time since she began talking.  "Are you
serious?  Don't you think it's sick?"

Marcie replied, "well, yes, it's very sick.  But it's also so fucking hot!
I've read about scat but never heard anyone talk about it like this.  I
guess I didn't think it was real.  You know how you read about stuff that
seems too outrageous to be true, exaggerations and shit."

 Rose started, "scat?  You mean it has a name?  I thought I was the only
one who thought about it!"  Rose realized that maybe she wasn't such a
sicko after all.  "Well, I guess it's a little different but at least I'm
not alone in my weirdness!"

Marcie giggled, "not at all baby.  The idea that you think me taking a shit
is a turn on, well, that is a huge turn on for me!  Is there something else
in your dreams that happens?"

Rose paused, then nodded sheepishly. "Are you sure you want to hear this"?
Marcie exclaimed, "hell yes! I've never been a sex object!  She giggled
excitedly.

 Rose began with her recent experience in the bathroom at home. She thought
that it would be hard to talk about but once she started, the words tumbled
out with little effort.  She shared the feelings of being another person
and becoming disconnected from herself.

 Rose even talked about her long obsession with "perverse" sex,
particularly involving the toilet. "I've felt that there was something
wrong with me.  Do you have any idea what's its like to feel like your the
only person in the world that thinks a certain way?  I mean, my god,
Marcie.  I ate my own shit and got turned on by it!  How sick is that?  Not
only that but I fantasize about other girls peeing and shitting!

You want to know what my deepest darkest fantasy is?"  Rose paused for a
moment, not sure if she could actually tell this to Marcie.  She glanced at
her friend, who had been listening intently, her eyes conveying total
concentration. Marcie nodded eagerly in assent, voicing a barely audible,
"uh huh".

To herself Rose quipped, "why stop now?  She already knows I'm a sicko." To
Marcie she said, "Ok, this is something I'm even embarrassed to tell
myself, let alone someone else!  In this fantasy, I'm in the girl's
bathroom in a public place, like a park or something.  I'm sitting in one
of the stalls watching the women as they come in and use the bathroom.
It's like I'm waiting for one in particular.  Finally, this beautiful
Hispanic girl comes in.  She's wearing shorts and a tank top and is real
sweaty, like she's been running or working out.  She goes into the stall
next to mine.  I can see her because there's a hole in wall between the
stalls.  The girl is big but not fat, you know?

Did you ever watch any of those road movies with Bob Hope and Bing Crosby?
Their favorite female star was Dorothy Lamour, who was a gorgeous brunette.
She had an incredible, full figured body. I think she was so sexy.  Anyway,
that's the kind of body the girl in my fantasy has."  Rose was quiet for a
moment, then said, "I love your body Marcie.  I wish I had your figure.
I've always been too skinny."

When Marcie didn't respond, Rose glanced at her and noticed she was looking
down, seemingly deep in thought.  "Is something wrong Marcie?"  She reached
out and touched the girl's hand softly.

Marcie replied, "Oh no, not really.  I'm not used to compliments I guess.
No one's every told me they liked anything about my body.  I always thought
I was fat."  She looked up and smiled sweetly at Rose.  "I always thought
you had the perfect body."

 Rose thought a moment, then said, "Isn't it weird how we both hate our own
bodies?"  Marcie replied, "yeah, kinda, but I think it's pretty normal for
girls to hate their bodies.  My sister told me she used to think she was a
big fat pig.  Funny thing is, she's the hottest thing in panties I've ever
seen.  She's had offers from modeling companies all over.  You want to hear
something sick?  I've had fantasies about her since I was like 13."  I
don't think I could ever go through with it, even if she was gay and I was
really drunk."  Rose quipped, "what if you were gay and she was drunk?"
They both giggled.  "So finish telling me your fantasy," Urged Marcie

"Shit, I was hoping you had forgotten," Rose replied.  She took a deep
breath and asked, "ok, where was I?"  "You were in the outhouse lusting
over Dorothy what's her name," said Marcie.

 "Lamour, oh yeah, I remember. Anyway, I'm being really quiet while this
girl goes into the stall next to me and pees.  Then I can hear her making
these, you know, grunting noises.  Not really grunting, more feminine than
that.  Imagine Marilyn Monroe grunting. Like that."

Marcie looked puzzled, "who?"  Rose shook her head, "never mind, its not
important. Anyway! I suddenly hear this wet plopping noise.  Once, twice,
then a big 'foosh', that sounds like she let the air out of a balloon, then
a big splash, like she poured soup or something into the toilet.  Are you
grossed out yet?"

Marcie replied, “definitely, but horny as hell. Don't stop."  Marcie did
look very turned on to Rose.  Her eyes had taken on a glint that Rose
hadn’t noticed previously.  Also, to Rose’s amusement, Marcie had begun
licking her lips frequently and her mouth hung open slightly.

Rose was aware that her delay in relating the fantasy was deliberate.  She
had always been very private and expressing the “toilet fantasy” to
another person was something she was not prepared for.  She felt very
exposed.  Though Marcie’s acceptance seemed genuine, Rose couldn't’t dispel
the fears of embarrassment and ridicule regarding her sexuality. “Thanks
mom,” thought Rose grimly.

Marcie regarded her curiously, “are you ok”?  Rose jumped, “oh
sorry Marcie, I went somewhere for a minute. I’m back now.” She shook
her head slightly, murmuring a silent, “fuck you mom”, before
continuing her narrative.  “Ok, so believe it or not, this chicks having
diarrhea and It’s making me hot.” She ignored the rising heat in her
face and continued. “I quietly leave my stall and knocked on the door to
her’s.  I hear her gasp softly but not say anything.  I knock again and say
‘please’?  In my fantasy, the girl understands and opens the door.  She
asks what I want and instead of answering I enter her stall and close the
door.” At this point Rose realized that her eyes were closed and she was
slipping into the visualization of her fantasy.  She found that she could
control this to an extent.  She was able to remain present with Marcie,
while allowing another part of herself to be in her fantasy.  It occurred
to her that this “other self” might be useful if she became familiar
with it instead of fearing it.  She was silently congratulating herself on
this “revelation”, when a hand touched her arm.

 Marcie was looking at her with concern.  “Are you OK?  You just went
away again. That was weird.  You went into your fantasy, didn't you?”
Rose nodded.  “That was at least partially true”, she thought.
“Where was I?”, she said.

 “In the stall with the Lamour chica”, replied Marcie.  “Sorry
Marcie. This is hard for me.  I’ve never talked about myself like this.
Guess I’m stalling.” Marcie said, “hey girl, say no more.  You can
stop if you want.  I have to go real bad anyway.  The restrooms are over by
the pool, I’ll be right back.” She started to hop up then paused.  She
grimaced slightly and muttered, “jeez, I hope I make it. Mom fixed her
juevos y frijoles this morning and they’re getting loud.”

 Rose looked puzzled, “oh, you had eggs and beans?” “Si, I mean
yeah.  It’s her speciality, with lots of chili’s. You know, jalapeno's!”
Marcie replied with a grin. “ooh. I’ve got to go, ahora! Seeya soon!”
She walked quickly toward the pool, then broke into a halfhearted trot.”
Rose grinned back.  Suddenly, she had a thought that seemed so perverse
that she giggled nervously and tried to ignore it.  The thought came back
with such intensity that her face felt on fire and she realized she was
having trouble breathing. She was, in fact, gasping.  “I can’t do that.
It’s crazy.  What would she think?” The next thing Rose knew, she was
hurrying after Marcie.  New Rose was in charge again!

Marcie had no sooner yanked down her shorts than she felt the familiar hot
squirt from her ass.  She quickly plopped onto the toilet and sighed in
relief.  “Oh mama,” she thought out loud. “How can they taste so
good and hurt so bad”?  This frantic rush to the toilet was typical
behavior for Marcie, for whom spicy food was a family staple. Because of
this “cultural phenomenon”, she noticed the location of the nearest
toilet whenever she left home.

Marcie thought about Rose.  She was beginning to really like her, though
this was the first time they had even had a conversation.  Rose was
definitely unique, in a way that Marcie found incredibly sexy.  Rose’s
sexual proclivities were one of the primary turn-on’s for her as well.
Like Rose, Marcie was sexually precocious.  However, their familial
experiences could not have been more different.  Sex was a popular topic in
Marcie’s household.  Nothing was taboo.  Her mother’s views on this had
been expressed numerous times; “if you can’t ask your mama, you’ll want
to find out some other way. That’s when you get into trouble.”

Marcie heard someone open the door. She waited to hear someone enter the
other stall but the sound never came.  Then she heard a soft knock on her
stall door.

 She heard a familiar voice whisper, “Marcie”?  Marcie said, “yeah
baby, you ok”?  “I’m fine. Let me in,” replied Rose.

 Marcie was momentarily puzzled.  “Is something wrong”?”
“Please open the door Marcie”, Rose said.  Marcie heard an insistence
in Rose’s voice that seemed almost like desperation.  With a shrug, she
leaned forward and unlatched the stall door.  She sat back down and watched
as Rose stepped into the stall, turned and latched the door.  Marcie
remained puzzled until a light finally came on in her head.  When her eyes
met Rose’s, the confirming look sent a chill through Marcie that felt like
an electric charge.  Her knowledge of Rose’s intentions brought her such
feelings of lust that she could scarcely breathe.  She was simply unable to
get her mind around what this beautiful girl apparently wanted to do to
her.  As incredibly horny as Marcie was feeling, she remembered that,
thanks to Mama’s spicy breakfast, her diarrhea had been especially nasty
today. She suddenly felt very self conscious and reached for the toilet
paper.

 To her surprise and dismay, Rose gently grasped her hand.  “Let me
darling.  Let me service you.  I want you to share my fantasy.” Rose
helped Marcie stand and turn around to face the toilet.  She then
whispered, “lean forward baby.  Put your hands against the wall.”
Marcie obeyed silently.  At this point her breathing had become gasps and
she felt somewhat faint.  She had no idea what to expect, since her
experience in sex of any kind had been limited to watching Internet porn
and fantasizing.  Even her fantasies hadn’t encompassed this.  Then she
felt soft hands touching the cheeks of her ass and gently spreading them.
Looking down into the toilet, she saw the brown, liquid mess that been
inside of her only moments before.

Self consciousness came over her again and she was about to protest when
she felt Rose’s warm, wet tongue began slowly licking the inside of her
upper thigh.  Marcie heard soft whimpering sounds, then realized they were
coming from her mouth, which had opened involuntarily.  The thought that
this was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced passed through
her mind.

At this point, the exquisite tongue entered the crack of her ass, following
one side all the way up, then down the other side.  She was conscious of
Rose pausing at the top of her ass to swallow, before reversing the
direction.  The part of Marcie that had wanted to protest was nowhere to be
found.

"Come on, Marcie, sit on me", she heard Rose whisper.  She felt herself
being pulled down and backward.  Not being prepared for this, she felt
herself falling.  Her shorts being around her ankles didn't help her
dilemma.

Rose's determination gave her amazing strength and Marcie was completely
within her control.  She was pulled down onto Rose, her ass planting
directly on her face.  She had attempted to squat but was unsuccessful.
Therefore, her full weight was on Rose, each of her legs outstretched on
either side her lover.

She was worried at first that she might be hurting Rose but the tongue
overwhelmed her senses, obliterating any thoughts of protest.  She felt
Rose's probing member plunge into her filthy hole, penetrating deeper than
Marcie had ever pushed her own finger while masturbating.  A loud gasp
escaped from her lips as the tongue somehow pushed even deeper, seemingly
entering her bowels.  Rose's lips surrounded Marcie's ass and began
slurping and sucking loudly, as the tongue continued its explorations.
Marcie screamed with pleasure.  She grasped Rose's shoulders and began
pulling herself downward until Rose's face was completely submerged into
her crack.

Marcie felt such intense pleasure that she had the sensation of leaving her
body.  She had a sudden vision of herself as she sat astride Rose.
However, in this perception, Rose's entire head was inside Marcie's ass.
It occurred to her that Rose couldn't possibly breathe.  This thought was
replaced by the awareness of a need to shit.  The urge was too great to
repress, so she relaxed and let go.  Marcie was only vaguely aware of a
powerful whooshing sound as she felt a huge amount of liquid being
expelled.  By this time, Marcie was so controlled by her lust that Rose's
welfare was not foremost in her mind.

Instead she became strangely concerned about making a mess.  In
desperation, she grasped Rose's shoulders and forcibly pushed her spewing
asshole between the girl's waiting lips.  She felt Rose increase her
sucking and swallowing to a frenzied pace.  Though she couldn't see it, she
imagined her disgusting shit juice filling the girl's mouth until she was
forced to swallow.  Marcie lost count after 10 mouthfuls.

When at last, Marcie was emptied, she reached down and patted Rose
gratefully on the tummy.  She felt wonderful.  The stomach cramps were gone
and thanks to her new friend, diarrhea might become something to look
forward to.