The Bizarre Affair by Karen

It was early evening, and Wendy and Marsha were sitting in the living room sipping scotch and soda.

"What's wrong, Wendy, you seem so down in the dumps tonight?" Marsha asked.

"Oh I don't know," Wendy shrugged.

"You used to be such a vibrant girl till you moved away. How long were you gone?"

"Eight months," Wendy recalled.

"Well, since you've been back you've sunk lower and lower. What's wrong?"

"I'd rather not say," Wendy sipped her drink.

"Was it an affair?" Marsha asked.

"Sort of," Wendy acknowledged.

"What do you mean... sort of?" Marsha pressed.

"One you don't talk about," Wendy flushed.

"Nonsense. Here have another drink," Marsha poured. "We're friends. You need to talk."

"I can't. It's sort of kinky," Wendy admitted.

"Oh?" Marsha's eyes widened. "I've done some pretty kinky things myself. Tell me about it."

After the two drinks, Wendy responded, "You probably wouldn't like hearing about it."

"Nonsense honey. I've done some pretty kinky things in my time. With my husband gone all the time, well, you don't think I sit around all the time, do you?"

"Well this is different," Wendy hesitated, "It was with another lady."

"What's wrong with that? That's beautiful," Marsha sat up on the edge of the couch.

"You don't think bad of me now?" Wendy asked shyly.

"Bad? Heavens no!" Marsha gleamed with joy. "Girl, I've had my affairs with other women too, and some of them were a damn sight better than men."

"Really? Wendy was stunned. "I never figured you would, being married and all."

"Cross my heart. I still have a fling once in awhile," Marsha revealed.

"I'm glad you don't think it's revolting or something."

"Revolting? I'm delighted," Marsha smiled. "Tell me all about it."

"Well, it all started out with me dating this army officer who was married. Eventually he took me home to meet his wife."

"Is that who you became intimate with?" Marsha asked.

"Uh huh. It soon developed into a three-way afair and I became a live in."

"Care for another drink?" Marsha offered. "Go on, what happened?"

"Soon, she would invite me into the bedroom when he wasn't there. As time went on we had less and less threesomes till none at all, but it became an almost daily ritual for me and her."

"And now you're lost. Poor thing. You must have enjoyed those sessions with her."

"At first I didn't," Wendy recalled. "She used me I think to get back at her husband. She'd have me into her bedroom nearly every day. She'd have me do all kinds of things for her. She was always inventing some new way or method to degrade me."

"And you miss her?" Marsha asked.

"At first I didn't," Wendy insisted, "Then I realized I really enjoyed her body and all those nasty games."

"You mean you enjoyed having her make you do those things for her?" Marsha asked.

Wendy flushed. "Terribly."

"Honey, I want to show you something." Marsha went upstairs, returning a few minutes later with two magazines and she beckoned to Wendy, "Come over here, honey."

Wendy sat down beside Marsha as Marsha opened one of the magazines.

"Wow!" Wendy exclaimed as she looked at page Marsha revealed to her. The page showed a pretty young girl serving her mistress orally, the girl was on her knees. Page after page, both magazines showed women in various forms of lesbian love making. In each instance a dominant/passive theme was obvious.

"Weren't those nice?" Marsha asked as she laid the magazines aside.

"You like those pictures?" Wendy asked.

"I look at them all the time," Marsha smiled warmly. "I dream about them."

Wendy nervously lit a cigarette.

"Was your affair like those photos?" Marsha smiled.

"Sort of," Wendy admitted. "Only this lady made me do a lot of other dirty things."

"Oooh," Marsha shivered. "Sounds delicious. You must tell me every little sweet detail."

"Oh, I can't," Wendy wailed.

"Honey, look at me. In all those photos I picture myself the dominant one. I just cream at the thought of lying back on the bed, my legs all doubled up and having some cute little thing lying down there licking away at my soft, hot, swollen, throbbing cunt."

"You do?" Wendy asked softly.

"I've enjoyed that too! Tell me about your affair. Please, you must."

"I can't. She made me do some pretty awful things. Real nasty things."

"Didn't you just tell me you enjoyed all her nasty games?" Marsha refilled Wendy's glass.

Wendy flushed again.

"I've had girls do all those things in those magazines, but I've never had a girl do any dirty things for me, but I dream about making some pretty young thing do all sorts of nasty things for me."

"You think about real dirty things?" Wendy asked.

"Sometimes I'm ashamed at some of the vile things I think up." Marsha now blushed.

"Really?"

"Honest," Marsha smiled. At times I'm a real pervert about what I think about."

"I don't feel so bad now," Wendy admitted.

"Why don't we have one more drink and you can tell me all about what you did for her."

"I'm drunk already, I'm afraid," Wendy giggled.

"Good. So am I. Now we can really loosen up and talk dirty, reveal our inner-most thoughts," Marsha hugged Wendy.

"You want me to tell you every little thing I did?"

"Absolutely. I'll get so hot I'll go upstairs and finger the hell out of my pussy."

"If I have to recall them all in detail, I'll get hot too," Wendy admitted.

"Wonderful. Then we can go upstairs and rub our clits raw."

"You're so understanding," Wendy smiled back now.

"I told you it was all right. Now tell me, sweetheart. Every little delicious detail."

"Well, she adored having me eat her cunt. She went wild at being sucked off time after time until she was exhausted."

"Did you enjoy eating her cunt?" Marsha asked.

"I got so I loved to lie between her legs and lick her sweet, swollen cunt, licking up all that sweet syrup that kept oozing out."

"You really enjoy licking around between a ladies cunt lips, don't you?"

"The more I did it, the more I enjoyed it," Wendy admitted.

"What else did she make you do?" Marsha asked.

"She made me kiss her ass all the time," Wendy reached for her glass.

"All over?" Marsha poured Wendy another drink. "Did she spread the cheeks of her ass?"

Wendy giggled at Marsha, "Silly girl, of course. That's the idea of having your ass kissed.

Marsha laughed too, "Naturally if a lady wanted her ass kissed, she'd spread the cheeks real wide so her lover could kiss her most intimately."

"Sure. She'd have me plant hot, moist kisses right on her big asshole," Wendy recalled.

"It must have been heaven for her," Marsha rasped.

"Especially when she'd tell me to use my tongue."

"She must have been really thrilled to have a pretty girl like you licking at her dirt-hole," Marsha squirmed.

"Maybe for a solid hour she'd have me kiss and lick her brown hole."

"I'm jealous of that woman," Marsha pouted.

"And do you know what else she liked to do?" Wendy turned to Marsha. "She'd lay on the bed, face down, and have me start licking her asshole. And while I'd be licking, she'd tell me about how, maybe an hour earlier, a big fat turd had come sliding out of her asshole, stretching it, and describing how it looked, how bad it smelled, reminding me over and over I was licking her right where she went to the bathroom, right where she shit from."

"Oh damn, is that ever priceless," Marsha shivered. "She must have been as dirty as I am. I just bet you enjoyed it too."

"I don't mind telling you now, I really loved it," Wendy nudged Marsha.

"Tell me more," Marsha pleaded. "Other dirty things she made you do for her."

"That was nice compared to some of the other things she'd make me do," Wendy exclaimed.

"Scat?" Marsha smiled.

"How did you know?" Wendy asked.

"Remember? I told you I had a dirty mind," Marsha took Wendy's arm.

"Well, sometimes we'd make a real mess out of the bed. There must have been a dozen scat games she liked to have me perform."

"Honey," Marsha interrupted her, "I think I'll take you upstairs and make you do all those things for me."

"You like all those things?" Wendy wondered. "You want me?"

"Every dirty little thing," Marsha took her hand. "Am I pretty enough?"

"You're much prettier than she was," Wendy's eyes glazed. "I never dreamed you'd like this."

"I'm going to make you forget all about that other bitch."

"Are you going to take me up to your bedroom now?"

"Yes dear. And not five feet from the bed is my bathroom," Marsha pulled Wendy up.

"I can't believe this is happening," Wendy exclaimed.

"Come," Marsha said, "My asshole is just tingling for a nice hot, long tongue."

"Your ass looks so curvy and beautiful," Wendy complimented her.

"I've got a big, stretched out asshole, honey." Marsha began to undress. "I've been cornholed often."

Wendy began to undress.

"I'm not like that other woman, Wendy," Marsha warned her. "I didn't have a bowel movement an hour ago or anytime today. I need to shit right now."

"Oh?" Wendy hesitated.

"I'm glad I didn't shit today," Marsha crawled up on the bed.

"You have a beautiful ass, Marsha," Wendy complimented her.

"Is that all you noticed?" Marsha laughed.

"Not quite, but mostly," Wendy blushed again.

"She made you do a lot of things for her ass, didn't she?" Marsha smiled.

"All the time."

"And since you miss her, you must have enjoyed those ass games. Huh?"

Wendy flushed.

"Why don't you crawl up here on the bed with me and tell me all those filthy things you did for her. Did she ever make you lick her shit-hole right after she took a crap?"

"Lots of times."

"I'm going to make you do that to me," Marsha promised. "That would give me a big kick."

"Yes darling," Wendy smiled back at Marsha.

"Did she ever make you lick her shit-hole just before she shit?"

"Often," Wendy's fingertips brushed Marsha's breast.

"What else did she make you do?" Marsha asked.

"You mean around her asshole?" Wendy asked.

"Of course. I want to know how dirty you are," Marsha insisted.

"She made me do some very filthy things, just so she could watch," Wendy recalled. "She liked to set up a mirror so she could see her asshole real plain. She'd lay face down and have me lie down, facing her ass. My feet would be up along side her head and my face right in the crack of her ass. Using three mirrors she could she her asshole and my face and how I used my tongue. She'd shine a lamp on her ass so she'd see plainer. She liked to do this when she needed to shit. Then when I'd start licking her asshole, she'd dilate her asshole so shit would start to push out. She'd make me tongue fuck her then. It would get real messy and dirty before she'd have me lick it clean. Then I'd have to start kissing her asshole and beg her to do it again."

"We must do that sometime. And you know what else?"

"No, tell me, sweetheart."

"Sometimes she'd just shit on the bed and make me kiss and lick it. She'd threaten me, telling me if I didn't show enough desire and enthusiasm, she'd make me eat it."

"Did she ever make you do that?" Marsha asked.

"No. But I'd be only a couple of seconds away from it at times. I'd moan and coo as I was kissing and licking it tenderly, sometimes for thirty minutes."

"Wendy dear, I'm glad I found you. I need a dirt slave."

"Marsha honey," Wendy surrendered, "I want to be your total toilet slave."

"Tonight?"

"Yes, Marsha."

"Do you remember what I told you right after we came up?"

"What I remember most is you saying you need to shit," Wendy recalled.

"That's exactly what I meant," Marsha hugged her. "Honey, you're precious."

"Marsha," Wendy squirmed, "You're getting me awfully hot."

"Finger your clit off, you hot little bitch," Marsha said. "Suffer and dream. Go on, start fingering yourself."

Wendy began.

"Tell me more." Marsha began to finger herself.

"You mean dirty things?" Wendy grunted.

"Of course. I want to know every little loathsome thing you did."

"Oh Marsha," Wendy groaned, "Just thinking about them makes me tremble."

"Tell me how you did it, how you felt. How she acted and liked it," Marsha urged.

"We did them all the time," Wendy grunted.

"Real dirty, filthy, disgusting things, right?" Marsha urged.

"All the time. They were base and rotten."

"I bet you even suggested some degrading things to do," Marsha said.

"Yes," Wendy moaned as she began to work her clit harder.

"You loved it so much you wanted even more gruesome acts, right?" Marsha added.

"Yes," Wendy admitted.

"You're not telling me everything you did, are you?" Marsha sat up.

"No."

"Tell me. I can't wait to hear about them," Marsha urged.

"It was horrible," Wendy cried, "But I wanted to."

"Your mouth and her asshole?" Marsha pinched Wendy's nipple.

"Yes."

"Scat?" Marsha began to masturbate Wendy.

"Yes."

"You lied awhile ago about how far you went, didn't you," Marsha flicked at Wendy's clit.

"Yes."

"It was what came out of her asshole that made it so addictive, wasn't it?"

"You know, don't you?" Wendy shivered.

"Yes, so now it's our little secret. What made it so wonderful?"

"Her shit," Wendy blurted out.

"What did you do with her shit?"

"Oh Marsha," Wendy cried, "I ate her shit!"

"You ate her waste? Her shit?"

"Every day."

"Wendy, honey, if you'd allow it, I want to do all those things with you. Today. Right now, in fact. You have me on fire," Marsha started masturbating her own clit as she worked on Wendy's clit.

Wendy gazed at Marsha a moment. "Marsha, you are much prettier than she was. Please allow me to do this for you.

"In just a few minutes I'm going to dump out a real big turd for you to eat. I want to watch you eat it."

"Oh thank you, Marsha, thank you."

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

This story is part of White Shadow's Nasty Stories.

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