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Warning:  This story is meant for adults only.  It involves scat
activities between women.  It is a fantasy and all names are
fictitious.

YVETTE      by Karen

       Yvette had just received a brochure from Denmark, a brochure
depicting and describing almost every conceivable act between two
women.  This brochure had come from the most notorious lesbian brothel
in all of Europe!  After reading and looking at the brochure for two
days, Yvette packed a bag and drew her meager savings out of the bank
and purchased a ticket to Copenhagen.  She was going to see whoever
ran this brothel, if she could work there.  If she was unable to work
there, at least she would be able to employ these girls that worked
there.
       Within a few hours, she was flying to Copenhagen.  Yvette went
through customs and soon had asked directions to this infamous lesbian
brothel and the cab driver quickly escorted her there.  Once there,
Yvette steeled herself before opening the door.  Asking directions of
the door woman, Yvette was soon seated before the madam who ran the
establishment.
        "Hello, I am Madam Helga.  What may I do for you?"
        Yvette blushed, "I'd like to work for you!"
       Madam Helga didn't bat an eye, "We don't get many American
ladies here.  American ladies think sex is something only done at
night behind closed doors, most of the time with lights out.  I have
several openings for girls, but none for an American girl."
       "Madam Helga, I speak four different languages, I was raised in
France.  When I was 14, my family moved to the states," Yvette
outlined her history.
        "How old are you now, my dear?" Helga asked.
        "Twenty-three."
        "And you're French?  Not American?" It seemed as if Helga's
interest picked up.
       "I am French by birth," Yvette noticed Madam Helga's interest
picking up.  "I was born in Amiens.   I've known about your
establishment ever since I was a little girl, my mother used to come
here.  There is very little about this business that I don't know and
love doing.  I will do ANYTHING!"
        The Madam raised an eyebrow, "Anything?  That says a whole
lot!"
        "Anything!" Yvette restated.
       Madam locked her desk drawer and stood up, "Perhaps I should
take you around the rooms and let you see just what goes on here.
Then you may leave which I'm sure you will after you see what the
girls are doing.
        Yvette stood to allow the Madam to pass.
       Madam led Yvette upstairs, past a couple of big female guards,
and into a room lined with black windows.  "I use these windows to
check on my customers from time to time as well as check on my girls.
These are one-way windows so I can see into the room without the
customers knowing I'm watching."  She flipped a switch which lighted
up the adjoining room.  In this room, there was a 17 or 18 year old
girl bound spread-eagle to a heavy cross beam, and she was being
strapped heavily.  She had welts on her ass, down the back of her
legs, across her titties and down her stomach to her front thighs.  At
a glance, it would appear that this girl was one solid welt.  The lady
doing the strapping began striking the girl with upward blows, landing
them on the girl's spread pussy, which made her twist and jump with
each blow.
       "Are you willing to undergo this?  I have several lady
customers that love to strap a young girl," Madam asked with a faint
smile.
        "I have felt this several times," Yvette's eyes glued to the
scene.
       Madam Helga switched the window off. "Here's something you've
probably never exprienced," and she flipped a switch on the adjoining
wall and a room was instantly visible.  A young girl was submitting to
a variety of weights hung on her pussy lips, hanging down and
stretching her pussy lips out at least four inches!  The woman who had
hung the weighs on the girl's pussy lips was now lashing the young
girl's breasts with a cane.  Yvette knew how much a cane hurt, she had
felt this several times; it hurt worse than any kind of whipping or
spanking.  As the lady swung the cane at the young girl's tits, it
made the weights swing back and forth, cutting deeper and deeper into
the thin membrane of the girl's pussy lips.  There were tears in her
eyes, but she had no choice but to remain still as a gag had been
pushed into her mouth.  There was no sound, this girl would have to
endure this vicious caning.
       "You like this?" Madam watched the caning.
       "That poor girl.  I would willingly go into that room and take
her place," Yvette said.
       "You might just have to do that, in time, if you work for me,"
Madam switched her window off.  But tell me, what really turns you on?
Something you haven't seen yet?"
        Yvette blushed furiously.
       "Oh!" Madam Helga grinned, "the way you're blushing, I'd guess
you are into something very nasty!"
        Still blushing, Yvette nodded her head.
        "Are you a toilet-mouth?" Madam Helga knew good and well what
the answer would be.
       Yvette dropped to her knees and hugged Madam Helga's legs and
gazed up into her face, "Yes, Madam Helga, I am a toilet mouth.  A
real human toilet.  Please let me work for you and arrange for ladies
to come in and use my mouth!"
        "To tell you the truth, I could use another toilet girl.  I
have several ladies that like to use toilet girls.  But before I agree
to hire you, perhaps we should go upstairs, thats where all my toilet
girls work.  Then you may decide against working here.  Some of the
ladies get pretty gross with the girls."
       "I can take it Madam, I love verbal degradation!" Yvette urged
the Madam.
       "Come along then and I'll show you things you've never seen
before," and the two of them ascended another stairway into another
black-windowed room.  "Here you will see some of my dirtiest girls at
work.  At the present, there are two different rooms that have this
going on as we speak.  Would you like to see these rooms?"
       "Oh yes, Madam Helga, very much!" Yvette bubbled.
       Madam Helga flipped on a switch and instantly a room came into
view.  At first glance, it might appear that a young girl, no more
than 16 was eating another woman's pussy.  Her face was buried between
the woman's legs at the moment, but she soon raised her head to reveal
a mouthful of filthy shit.
       ''This lady likes for a young girl to shit in her cunt and then
eat it back out.  Have you ever done that?" Madam Helga asked.
        "No!" Yvette was watching the young girl chewing up the shit.
       "You're really going to get a surprise now." Madam Helga
flipped the switch off and reached for another.  Instantly another
room came into view and it showed two women and a very young girl.
''That girl is only ten.  Her name is Sonia and the woman on her left
is her mother, Francine.  Francine gave birth to that girl when she
was only fourteen.  To pay for this girl's upkeep, she had to take a
job here.  Recently, Francine brought her little girl here to work as
she works, as a toilet-mouth.  Strange, isn't it?  But then again, we
European woman have a very different attitude about sex.  We Europeans
accept sex far more openly than the girls and women of the United
States.  Therefore, you will see a lot of variations of human
sexuality."
       Yvette was watching the mother and daughter chew up the big
turd.  Lying facing each other on their stomachs, slowly they devoured
the brown fruit.
       "Does this make you hot?  Look at that other woman.  She's
rubbing her clit like it was steel!" Helga laughed and switched off
the switch.
        "Yes Madam Helga, that makes me hot.  Please let me work for
you," Yvette begged.
       "You mean as my personal toilet?  Or for other ladies as well?"
Helga smiled as she brushed Yvette's cheek.
       "I would be your personal toilet if you like, but I'm afraid
you couldn't produce enough for me!"
        "Just how much would you want?" Madam Helga questioned
       "I would like for you to arrange a session of TEN women for me,
at one time!" Yvette blanched.
       "There's no way you could eat that much!  You see, Yvette,
ladies that come in for that service often save it up for four or five
days!  It might be very difficult for these ladies to save up that
much, but they really get their money's worth!"
        "Four or five days?" Yvette turned red.
       "Yes bitch, four or five days!  I think you should start with
just one lady first.  Then if you want more of that nasty stuff, I'll
arrange it.  By the way, are you a good fister?  Have you taken a
fist?" Madam Helga turned her rump to Yvette.
        "You?" Yvette couldn't believe what she was seeing.
       "That will be your last test.  To see if you're a good fister.
But before we go back down to my office, let me show you another
room." Madam Helga flipped on another switch and in this room was a
big woman, at least 5'10" and weighing close to 200 pounds.  She was
fisting a girl who could have not been over 12 years of age.  She had
her hand and arm buried in this girl's ass almost to her elbow!
        "That poor girl!  She must be in terrible pain!" Yvette
gasped.
       "That girl is Danelle, and she loves to be fisted in the ass!
Here, let me turn up the volume so you can hear." Helga turned a knob.
        "Oh yesssss!" Danelle could be heard saying.  "Pound my ass!"
       "Little bitch!  I've already pounded your ass for thirty
minutes!  It's time I pulled my hand out and made you clean up all the
mess on my arm!"
        "Ooooh, just a little longer!" Danelle could be heard saying.
        "After you've cleaned my hand and arm up, maybe, just maybe
I'll shove it back in!"
        "Thank you Mistress, thank you!"
       The heavy-set woman withdrew her hand, scraping along the
slippery bowel walls and withdrew a handful of slimy shit which she
held up to the girl.  "Eat it, little cunt.  I like to see a girl eat
her own shit!"
        Madam Helga flipped the switch off.  "Ready for your last
test?"
       "Madam ... I've never fisted a woman in the ass," Yvette said.
"Does this mean I don't get the job?"
        "We'll see," Helga turned and walked out the door.  "I'll
teach you all about it."
        "Thank you Madam," Yvette mumbled.
       Once back in Madam Helga's office, Yvette was greeted by the
sight of this beautiful woman undressing before her very eyes.  While
previously she had paid little attention to the woman's figure, now
she was all eyes.
        "Take your clothes off too," Madam Helga smiled warmly.  "Does
my body excite you?"
        "Oh yes, very much!  You are a lovely woman," Yvette began
discarding her own clothing.
       Madam Helga knelt on a hassock, "First you must show me what
kind of ass-licker you are.  Get down on your knees and start licking
my bathroom hole!"
       With a moan, Yvette dropped to her knees and sunk her face
between the moons of Madam Helga's ass and drove her tongue into that
warm, puckered hole.
       Yvette licked at Madam's Helga's asshole for several minutes
when the door opened and another elegantly dressed woman came in.  "I
see you're getting your asshole worshipped.  Is she doing a good job?"
       "Yes, she's doing beautifully, Mrs. Gjork.  She just came to
me, wanting to work for me.  Introduce yourself to Mrs. Gjork,
Yvette."
       Blushing like a school girl, Yvette drew her face from out
between Helga's ass cheeks, but managed to say 'Hi' in a very soft
tone.
       "Look at her blushing.  How wonderful.  Your girls have all
become immune to us ladies and our desires," Mrs. Gjork brushed
Yvette's cheek with a gloved hand.
       "She's blushing because of her desire ... she wants to be one
of my toilet girls!" Madam Helga spoke up as she wiggled her ass in
Yvette's face.  "But before I hire her, I was getting a sample of her
tongue and then teach her how to fist a woman."
       "You've never fisted a woman?" Mrs. Gjork asked Yvette.
"Knowing Madam, I know she wants to teach you how to fist a woman's
ass.  Right Helga?  Yvette, fisting a woman is like taking hold of her
heart.  You will feel every little pulse in her bowels as it wraps
around your hand and arm."
       "Sonia and Francine are busy right now, Mrs. Gjork.  Would you
like one of my other girls?" Madam Helga asked.
       "Do you mind if I use Yvette here?  It thrills me to see a girl
blush the way she is blushing,"  Mrs. Gjork asked.
       "I don't think so, at least for the time.  I'll let you have
Danelle for half price, if you like," Helga offered.
       "Well, all right Helga, but I would have loved browning
Yvette's mouth real good.  And watching her eat it all.  I haven't
shit for three days now.   I'm walking sideways it feels like so
much!"
       Madam Helga laughed, "Oh all right, you can use my newest
addition, Yvette.  Are you ready to start your new job?"
        "You mean I'm hired?" Yvette asked excitedly.
       "Yes, you're hired.  You two go on up to room number #6.  Now
get out of here and let me dress.  I'll come up later to watch her,"
Helga waved the two away.
       Mrs. Gjork took Yvette's hand and they walked off together.
When they entered room #6, she asked, "Have you ever eaten a woman's
shit?"
        "Yes Mrs. Gjork, several times!" Yvette could not stop
blushing.
        Mrs. Gjork began undressing. "Several times?  Do you enjoy
that rotten taste?"
        Yvette hid her face in her hands .... "Yes!"
        "Take your hands away from your face, I can't see all those
beautiful blushes!"
        Yvette dropped her hands.
       "And you want to eat my shit, don't you?  All that foul tasting
filth that comes out of my asshole like a long brown rope ... stinking
like a sewer!"
        "Yes!" Yvette admitted, "I like the way it smells too!"
       "Of course you do.  You're a filthy girl, Yvette.  But let me
tell you about my shit.  You already know I haven't shit in three
days, but during these three days I have really stuffed myself!  Most
of that shit up my ass is very foul, it will be contaminated from
being up there all this time and be smelling to high heaven.  But you
want it anyway, don't you?"
        "Use me as a human toilet!" Yvette began undressing.
       "I'll use you like more than a human toilet.  Did you ever see
an unflushed toilet?  Yellowed water and the shit breaking apart from
being in the water so long?  That's how your mouth will look!  But
first, lick my asshole and get it all wet so my shit can come out.
When I save it up this long, it gets all dried out and hard so I have
a hard time shitting it out.  But you like that don't you cunt, having
to chew it many, many times just so you can get it down your toilet
mouth.  Lick it, start licking my dirty shit-hole!"
       "Yes Mistress," Yvette dropped to her knees and began rimming
Mrs. Gjork.
       "Ooooh YES!" Mrs. Gjork rasped.  "You're VERY good at this!
Does my asshole taste nasty?"
       "No, Mistress, it tastes sweet," Yvette mumbled.
       "Do you like the way my asshole smells?" Mrs. Gjork looked
back.
       Yvette placed her nose up to Mrs. Gjork's asshole and inhaled
deeply, "Yes Mrs. Gjork, I love the way your asshole smells!"
       "You're just anxious for that nasty taste, aren't you, you
filthy twat!  But you just hold your nose there as I fart ... inhale
it deeply!  Tell me what it reminds you of!" and Mrs. Gjork blew out a
big fart.
        Yvette inhaled deeply, "It reminds me of shit!  Let me have it
.... PLEASE!"
       Mrs. Gjork laughed at Yvette, "There is nothing as disgraceful
as a girl begging for another woman's waste, her poop that has been
decaying up in her bowels!"
       "It will be sweet!  I just know it will!  Dump in my mouth!"
Yvette continued licking at the woman's asshole.
       "Just a fraction of an inch away from where your tongue is now,
is some of that filthy stuff you want so much...but I'm not going to
just dump it in your mouth, get me that platter over there," Mrs.
Gjork pointed. "I want to watch you eating my filthy shit!"
        Yvette got up to get the platter and handed it to Mrs. Gjork.
       Mrs. Gjork placed the platter on a table and, climbing up,
turned her back to Yvette.  "Now you watch it all come out, every
hideous and obnoxious inch of it!  Have you had lunch yet?  I hope
not, it will make a wonderful meal for a girl who is so terribly dirty
and filthy!" and Mrs. Gjork began to grunt.  She grunted several times
to get her turd started out and finally the blunt end of a massive
turd was visible.  "Can you see it yet?"
        "Yes Mistress," Yvette licked her lips.
       Mrs. Gjork laughed again, "What a disgusting little twat you
are, watching another woman shit and you're salivating!  Hand me that
wine glass over there, I'm going to have to pee and there's no sense
in it going to waste."
       Yvette handed the wine glass to Mrs. Gjork and she filled it to
within an inch of the top.  "Watch it all come out now," Mrs. Gjork
grunted again and started her massive turd out.
       "Mistress!  It's so big!" Yvette exclaimed.  "It's got to be at
least two inches thick!"
       "I always shit this much when I come in here!  You just keep
watching!  I've got a lot more to drop!" and the shit kept coming.
The turd hung down at least nine inches before it broke off, but the
shit kept coming, faster now and softer once Mrs. Gjork got past the
firmer part.  It kept breaking off and landing on the turd already
lying in the platter.  There was approximately 20 inches of turd on
the platter now, but Mrs. Gjork did not stop there.  She strained and
pushed for all she was worth, bringing forth a soft, runny shit, like
chocolate syrup, which covered her pile of shit already on the
platter.  Straining hard, Mrs. Gjork could not produce any more so she
stood up to look down at her pile of shit.  "That's about normal for
me if I keep putting it off," and she got down off the table.  "Does
that make you hungry?"
        "Yes Mistress, I am a human toilet!" Yvette stated.  "I want
to eat your shit!"
       "Of course you do, you're a little shit-pig and I can do
anything with you now.  Stinking shit and it's making you hungry.
First I want you to lick up all that scum I dropped over that big
turd!"
       "Thank you, Mistress," and Yvette leaned over the big pile and
was about to start licking at it when Mrs. Gjork pushed her face down
into the pile of shit and rubbed her face back and forth in it before
she grabbed a handful of Yvette's hair and pulled her head up.
        "You're a real shit-face now, START EATING IT!" Mrs. Gjork
pointed.
       Yvette lowered her shit caked face into the pile of shit and
bit off a big mouthful before raising up to start chewing it.
       "SHIT-EATER!  That's digusting!" Mrs. Gjork watched Yvette
chewing her shit.  "Flush
it down your toilet throat!"
        Yvette swallowed. "Mistress Gjork, you don't allow me to taste
it very much."
       "You want to taste it more?  Taste that filthy shit?  All right
cunt, chew it till you have nothing but a brown soup in your dirty
mouth!" Mrs. Gjork said.
       Yvette leaned over and took another overly abundant amount in
her mouth and raised her head and began to chew it and wallow it
around in her mouth.
       "EAT SHIT.  EAT SHIT."  Mrs. Gjork rasped.  "EAT MY STINKING
SHIT!"
       Pulling her lips back, Yvette allowed Mrs. Gjork to watch her
chewing up her stinking filth, watch it ooze between her teeth and
come out of her lips to dribble a liquid stream down from the corners
of her mouth and over her bottom lip.
        "Flush it!  Flush it!" Mrs. Gjork ordered and Yvette
swallowed.
       "It is a great honor for me to wear your shit and eat it!"
Yvette took another bite.
       "I can't stand this," Mrs. Gjork gasped. "A girl loving the
smell and taste of my shit!" and she took Yvette's face in her hands
and drove her tongue deep into Yvette's shitty mouth.  "Push it out of
your mouth, but hold it with your lips!"
       Yvette pushed the shit out of her mouth and Mrs. Gjork started
licking at it.  She licked at it for about a minute before she bit off
a piece and began to chew on it too.
        "Mistress!" Yvette garbled and rasped, "You're eating your own
shit!"
       Mrs. Gjork swallowed, "Don't you tell any of the other girls
that I did this with you.  Take another bite!"
       Yvette leaned over the pile of shit and took a real big
mouthful.  Her cheeks bulged out with this mouthful and she started
chewing it as she gazed with wonder at Mrs. Gjork who was lying  on
her back beside her.
       "Chew it up real good and then put it in my mouth," Mrs. Gjork
said.  "You can have the next mouthful.
       Yvette chewed this big mouthful until it was lumpy and, leaning
over Mrs. Gjork, sealed her lips to Mrs. Gjorks's and slipped her
shitty tongue into the woman's mouth.  Mrs. Gjork actually sucked the
slimy mess right out of Yvette's mouth and swallowed it as Yvette
leaned over the  pile and took another bite.
       "I forgot how delicious shit was!" Mrs. Gjork swallowed, and
got up to start licking Yvette's shit-covered face.  "I'm more
disgusting than you are, I'm eating my own shit!  It tastes nasty and
delicious at the same time!"
        Yvette picked up another piece and shoved it into Mrs. Gjork's
mouth.
        "NO!  No more!  I might get hooked again!" Mrs. Gjork said,
"The rest is for you."
       Yvette leaned over the pile, by now more than half gone, and
bit off another big bit and smeared her face in the remaining pile.
Turning to Mrs. Gjork, she began chewing and placed her face right up
to Mrs. Gjorn's face.
        "You disgusting bitch, you!" and Mrs. Gjorn began licking at
Yvette's face again.
        Together, they finished Mrs. Gjork's shit.
        "Remember, not a word of this to any of the girls here!" Mrs
Gjork began crying.
       Yvette took the woman in her arms and comforted her, wondering
if Madam Helga had seen this from the viewing room.  "Isn't it just
wonderful to taste that poop from another woman's asshole?"
       "That shit didn't come from another woman's asshole!  It came
from my asshole!" Mrs. Gjork managed a smile.  "Maybe I should get a
job here ... but that's another side of my life I don't want revealed.
Let's get cleaned up some so I can return you to Madam Helga."
       Later that night, after Yvette had been assigned a room, Madam
Helga came in.  "I saw you and Mrs. Gjork from the viewing room.  I
would have never of guessed that of Mrs. Gjork.  She always uses my
girls so vulgarly when she comes in.  But it's now time for you to
have lesson number two ... fisting a woman, which Mrs. Gjork
interrupted."
       "Madam Helga, I'm afraid to do that to you," Yvette crowded
back against a wall.
       "I'm going to teach you all about it so you can fist any woman
who comes in here and wants that form of pleasure." Madam Helga began
undressing.
       "You mean some ladies find it pleasurable?" Yvette couldn't
believe her ears.
       "There are lots and lots of ladies who enioy this little
diversion, including me.  But first, take this jar of corn oil and
smear it all over my asshole," Madam Helga turned her rump to Yvette.
"Push some inside and then smear it all over your hand and up your
arm!"
       "Up my arm?" Yvette questioned.
       "All the way up to your elbow, you're going in that deep!"
       "And that feels good?" Yvette was getting excited.
       "You'll see when I have one of the girls do it to you.  Have
you got your hand and arm greased up?  Start with only one finger,
work it in and out until you feel my rectum start to relax and then
add a second finger.  OK?"
        Yvette pushed one finger up Madam Helga's asshole and began
moving it in and out.
       "Add a second finger now!" Helga directed and moaned as Yvette
pushed a second finger in.  Then a third and then a fourth.
       "Now fold your thumb over into your hand and rotate your hand
back and forth, keeping steady pressure on my asshole!" Helga
directed.
       Yvette was amazed to see Madam Helga's asshole swallowing her
entire hand.
       "Do you feel you're at the bottom yet?  You have reached my
anal sling.  Direct your hand towards my back, the rear of my rectum
and it will slide around this sling.  That's it, you've learned the
biggest obstacle in fisting a woman's ass.  Let your hand rest a
moment before you start out again, but don't pull your hand back
beyond that sling.  This way you won't have to work back around that
sling and you can really get deep in a woman's ass."
       Yvette was amazed that a woman could accept this much in her
ass without feeling pain, so she waited for Madam Helga to let her
know when to continue.  Meanwhile, her pussy was getting wetter and
wetter from this new game.
       "Go on deeper," Madam Helga directed.  "Go in about three more
inches and pull your hand back about two inches.  In this way you'll
work your hand deeper and deeper."
       Yvette pushed her hand in deeper and withdrew it slightly
before shoving it back in.  Deeper and deeper her fist went until she
had reached her elbow.  "This has to hurt you!"
       "It does hurt a little, but the pleasure I'm getting more than
makes up for it.  Shove on it deeper!"
        "I'm at my elbow!" Yvette exclaimed.
        "Use TWO hands!" Madam Helga was getting very excited now.
        "It can't be done!" Yvette gaspod in astonishment.  "That's
impossible!"
       "You just do as I say!" Madam Helga demanded.  "Start sliding
the fingers of your other hand in my ass!"
       Yvette slid fingers, one by one into the big cavity until she
had her whole second hand lodged up the woman's ass.
       "See, I told you this could be done.  Now pull your hands out.
I'd say you had professional training with this, you did very good.
But remember that anal sling!"
       "I would have bet money that this wasn't possible!" Yvette
exclaimed.
       ''There are several women that come in here that want this, but
more like to do it to another girl," Madam Helga explained.  "I'll
assign you to a room with another girl and give her orders to work on
your asshole every night.  Before long you will be able to take two
hands just like I do!"
       "If you say so," Yvette submitted.
       "But for now, since you like eating shit so much, I'm taking
you up to the toilet rooms.  There won't be many ladies now as most of
customers come in during the afternoon, but I do have several foreign
ladies in here now."
        "Toilet rooms?" Yvette asked.
       "The toilet rooms are situated upstairs.  You will be placed in
a room that is 4xl2 beneath several toilets.  Ladies come in and use
you as a human toilet!  You will take all their piss in your mouth and
drink as much of it as you can!  After they stop pissing in your
mouth, they will then shit in your open mouth.  In front of these
ladies is a downward tilted mirror so these ladies can watch you as
you perform as a human toilet, a female toilet.  You will be standing
below their asses only about a foot and there is a foot-stool which
you are to stand on to clean their ass after you've finished eating
their shit.  Now you MUST eat some from every woman that comes in or
just lay down on the floor to allow these ladies to shit all over
you!"
       "Is this a punishment area?" Yvette asked.
       "I do have girls serve in this area if they have been
disrespectful of lady customers from time to time, but do you think
you are the only girl I have that likes to eat shit?"
       "You have others?" Yvette could not believe her ears.  She had
always felt that she alone was the only girl with this filthy desire.
       Madam Helga laughed, "No, you're not my only girl with this
nasty habit.  I have three others besides you who go for this.  And
we're very famous, ladies come from all over the world to use my
girls."
       "Is there a girl now in your toilet rooms?" Yvette asked.
       "At the present, there is only one.  Would you like to meet her
and serve with her in the toilet room?"
       "Madam Helga, I've never eaten much shit, but I would love to
meet this girl and serve with her." Yvette could not believe that such
a position was really available to girls like her.
       Madam Helga led Yvette back upstairs and made her undress and
pushed her into a stinking toilet room.  The other girl was standing
beneath a toilet and the lady's ass was visible and a long, thick turd
was hanging down and about to enter the girl's wide open mouth ....
Yvette's mouth began to water .....

NOTE:  This story was not written by me.  The author would like to
correspond with other lesbians or bi-women, by regular mail, with
similar interests.  Email Lunasea99@hotmail.com




     
