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All-women's college scat story

 

 

 

Peter had led a sheltered life up until his admittance to Stanford. The finest boarding schools and a home life in a wealthy Connecticut suburb had resulted in his being, at 18, naďve beyond his years.

 

Hormones do surge, however, even in a white-bred youth such as he, and he had spent the first month at the big University frustrated in his efforts to secure the sexual favors of the coeds, the way he had hoped he would be able to do. He realized it was nearly hopeless for him, a nerdy little freshman, trying to compete with strapping blonde California football players who knew how to, y'know, act cool.

 

And so, when Carrie, a friend from prep school attending an all-women's college, invited him to come visit, he gladly accepted. He figured that, with the ratio of prospects in his favor, he might fare better than he had been doing previously. Besides, he had always had a bit of a crush on Carrie, with her smart demeanor and that beautiful red-brown wavy hair of hers.

 

When Peter arrived, Carrie introduced him to the three upperclasswomen, Michelle, Laura, and Sarah, with whom she shared a suite in the mid-rise dormitory. She made mention of the fact that peter had been statewide junior champion in chess his senior year in prep school. To this, the woman named Laura replied flatly, "I can beat him". The other three looked incredulously at her. "Are you sure, Laura? He must be pretty good," said Michelle. "Go get my chessboard and I'll show you."

 

It was then that peter saw his chance. He asked Laura if she liked to make bets, which she did, and then offered that he would bet he could beat her in chess, and the reward for the winner was that the loser had to do anything that he (or she) ordered until sunrise the next morning. Without hesitation she agreed. "Good", thought peter, "now all I have to do is beat her, and then she has to 'spread-em'". He laughed to himself over his cleverness.

 

From the first few moves of the game it was clear that this woman was no beginner. Peter thought to himself that he might actually have to use a brain cell or two to win this game. By the end of the opening Laura had actually gained position on peter, though at the sacrifice of two pawns. Peter began to worry a little bit. "How could this happen?", he thought. "Nobody just casually beats me in chess. This must be a fluke." He rubbed his head, so as to get a fresh focus on the game. Finally, he watched as Laura made a move that left her Queen wide open for attack and he went for it. No sooner had he grabbed her queen than Laura launched a surprise combination that led, irreversibly, to inevitable mate of Peter's king. Peter had just lost, embarrassingly, to a woman he had never heard of before, lost his chance for some bedtime action, and to make matters worse, he was now this woman's sworn servant for the next day.

 

His one consolation was that Laura was not bad looking at all, with nice bulging breasts, and full hips and a derriere that made him sweat.

 

The afternoon got underway, and Peter soon began regretting the whole business. Laura dragged him around on a shopping trip. They had just gotten into Her car, when She ordered him "give me your wallet". peter stammered, "But...wait...I need..." "So you're backing down on your end of the deal, then?" She interrupted. "I don't think so, pal, a bet is a bet, and you lost, now hand it over!" Meekly, Peter proferred his wallet, wondering how he would explain to his parents about the credit card bills.

 

After they had gotten back and Peter had obeyed all orders given pertaining to unpacking and putting away the dresses and shoes and such, they went out into the living room of the suite where the other women were watching TV. They talked about what to do that evening, and settled on taking it easy with some "pizza and suds" and a couple of flics on the VCR. Laura gave Peter his orders and, handing him a few bills from his wallet--holding onto the wallet itself, lest he should get any ideas about early departure--She made him go out and take care of the arrangements for the evening.

 

When he got back, he heard laughter which ended quickly as he opened the door to the suite, and as he entered, the four women were looking at him with impish grins, as if they were holding back further laughter. He put down the goods which he was sent out to get, and the women began to help themselves to dinner. When Peter reached for a slice, Laura swatted his hand away. "Who said you were getting any?", She glowered at him. "You've got some nerve, mister. If you had asked first, I might have considered throwing you a crust, but I think you could stand to learn a little respect, am I right? Let me guess, you came visiting here from UCLA to try to get a piece of ass, no? Typical guy...now go put a film in the VCR-we'll start with 'the First Wives Club', please, and make it snappy."

 

Peter was mortified at this treatment, and at the way the women seemed to see right through him and his tawdry little plot. He blushed as he followed this last order, and when he was done, he sat down on the floor at the end of the sofa that three of the women were sitting on, feeling mighty stupid.

 

After a while, Michelle, who was also sitting on the floor, became uncomfortable, and complained, "y'know, we really should get some more furniture in here. That one couch just doesn't cut it." "Well", said Laura, "for tonight, you shall have your wish-I'm sure that pitiful Neanderthal over there would make a fine cushion to sit on." The women laughed, and Laura pointed at him "Go on, lie down and be a couch! That's about all you're good for, anyway." His face red with shame, Peter humbly laid face down on the floor behind Michelle's feet. Michelle was a heavy-set woman-not fat, but no lightweight, and Peter felt first the softness of her derriere through her sweatpants on his back, then the brunt of her weight as she sat down fully. She giggled for a minute, saying "I don't know, he's kinda mushy to be a good seat", as she almost fell backwards down his side. Then Laura suggested that she sit on him "horsey style", but when she tried that his arms interfered with her legs.

 

Then Michelle put on a devilish grin, saying "I know what would be comfortable". She turned peter around so that he was face up, with his head away from the TV, and sat down hard, making a sound come out of him like "whupfw". She was obviously beginning to enjoy this. She bumped up and down once, and then a few more times quickly, causing a series of little "hufs" to come out of peter. Then she wriggled back and sat down on his face, her full buttocks completely smothering it. "Hmm, now this is comfortable!" she exclaimed, and stayed seated. peter was able to breath only through the small openings between the sides of his nose and the insides of her ass-cheeks.

 

While the women ate and drank and watched the movie, peter became more and more miserable. The weight pressing down on his nose was beginning to hurt and the pain and humiliation was beginning to wear thin. He decided he was going to forcibly abscond, promise or no promise, but remembered his wallet. He seemed to remember it up on the coffee table in front of the couch where the other women were sitting. He figured he would make a grab for it. In any case, he wanted out of this situation, wallet or no wallet.

 

And so he gathered his strength and made a break for it, throwing a squealing Michelle to one side and jumping up. He reached to grab his wallet from the coffee table before starting for the door. But suddenly his head was jerked back and he was thrown to the floor again, hopelessly entangled in some sort of exotic head-lock. He struggled, but it was no use. "Forgot to mention it," Laura intoned, "but Sarah happens to be an expert in Jiu Jitsu, and you are now in very deep trouble." The sound of Laura's voice as She said that made him shudder. "How shall we punish the intractable servant?", She asked, rhetorically. "Well, for starts, he shall resume his duties as a seat, but under the posterior of his direct superior, this time..." she answered herself, pointing to Her own rear-end. As She sat down on his face, She warned "and I would strongly recommend against any further fractiousness."

 

This time peter found himself getting a wee bit turned on. Laura was lighter, and the ass that now engulfed his face was gorgeous in the extreme. He found himself imagining what it would have looked like without the red shorts She was wearing. He couldn't help it, but the pleasure he was taking began to show through his jeans. Sarah noticed first and, pointing at it, rolled her eyes. "Well, now," said Laura, "isn't that pathetic?" Then She lifted Her ass slightly and looked down at peter, saying "What am I supposed to do with you? You aren't supposed to be enjoying this, so it looks as if your punishment needs to be augmented a bit." And with that She sat back down. peter felt Her body tense slightly and then, through the cloth of Her shorts, came a fart that blew itself nearly straight up peter's nose, filling his senses with a powerful, musty odor that reminded him of boiling cabbage, only with a rotten edge to it. The women were all laughing hard with that, and began taunting him, but still, for some reason he could not get his erection down. "Hmm...Laura said. Seems he enjoys breathing his mistress' digestive gasses, too. Now what do we do? We'll just have to start coming down hard on him." Then She paused and closed Her eyes, pushing out another little fart. "Hmm...I wonder if our little worm would like a taste of urine?" The women laughed in amazement that Laura could consider such cruelty. She looked down at him. "Ever drink piss before? No? Well guess what. Now's your chance, 'cause that beer just went right through me, and I gotta go, big-time!", and then She pulled the crotch of Her shorts and panties to one side, revealing a beautiful vagina that seemed to pout down at him.

 

peter was even more turned on by what met his eyes, but there was no way he was drinking any piss, not even from that beautiful flower of a vagina. "This is weird-I'm outta here!", he thought to himself. He would just make sure to dodge Sarah, this time, he thought, and tried his luck one more time. But Laura didn't fall off him so easily, and as he struggled to get free, She shouted "You'd better stop that right now!". He didn't and, with fire in Her eyes, She raised a fist high up into the air over Her head, and with all Her might brought it down to smash peter's balls. All the fight left peter in a flash of pain so intense it made peter wish he had never been born. His entire body felt like it was shriveling up, his head throbbed, and he could hardly breath. He faintly heard female laughter through the ringing in his ears and he saw flickering brown patterns as the world around him began to fade...

 

"This one needs to be taught a serious lesson." said Laura as She glared down at the unconscious peter, still pissed off. She took advantage of his restfulness to make a few arrangements. First She got up and pulled Her shorts and panties off completely, then She sat back down on him and undid the fly of his jeans. Reaching into his underwear, She pulled out his genitals and got a good, solid grip on his testicles, giving his scrotum a half-twist to improve control of Her grip on them. "There, now when he awakens, I will have a little control panel to use."

 

When peter began to come to, his eyes opened first a little bit, and then widened as he saw Laura's bare ass-hole staring straight down at him. Then he realized that something felt different about his balls--that his most precious, vulnerable belongings were now under the complete control of the Superior Goddess whose organs of excretion were now poised inches from his face. "Rise and shine, potty boy!" Said Laura. "You've really pissed me off, this time. I'm going to have to think hard to come up with appropriate ways of dealing with you, now."

 

Then She spread Her cunt lips slightly and moved into position over peter's mouth. "I gotta go now, so open your mouth", She said. At first peter hesitated, but then he felt Her fingers beginning to crush his already aching testicles. The pain became more than he could stand, and so his mouth flew open with a gasp. At first, just a few drops of deep yellow urine dripped from Laura's piss-hole, then a thin stream grew to a full one and peter's mouth began to fill up. Then She cut off the stream. "Swallow it." She ordered. Her urine was strong, and peter was wondering how he could ever swallow the sour, salty tasting liquid, but he didn't wonder for long, because the pain began welling up from his groin through his lower abdomen, and he knew then that there was just no possibility that he could endure the pain levels he knew that Laura could effortlessly inflict on him, if She so decided. So he closed his eyes and, with one big gulp, swallowed the mouthful. "Very good, potty boy, now open up again." peter opened his mouth and Laura sat down to press Her vagina over his mouth. This time She didn't hold back, and the hot urine hissed into his mouth full force. He could barely keep swallowing fast enough, and it kept flowing for what seemed to peter like hours as his stomach filled up with Her golden fluid. When She was done, She looked down at him, saying "Very good--you did it! Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Unfortunately, you have been very, very bad and have made your Superior Goddess rather angry, and your punishment is not over yet. In fact, now comes the hard part. You see, I was going to let you off with just the piss, had you not acted up even after I warned you. But now I'm going to have to be sure you learn your lesson very well. Unfortunately for you, in my anger, my stomach got all churned up, and now I have to do Big Business. And when I do, you, my little worm, are going to eat every bite of my excrement."

 

peter turned pale. He couldn't conceive of how he was going to manage. He had to get away, somehow. The thought of making another escape attempt entered his head, but then he remembered that God-awful pain, and fear froze him in place. By this time the other women were jeering loudly. "Way to go, Laura!" yelled Sarah with uncontrolled glee. "Give the pig what it deserves!"

 

Suddenly a powerful fart trumpeted from Laura's bare sphincter and blasted up peter's nose and across his eyes, blowing a few strands of his hair from his forehead. The smell was much worse than the first times, overpowering, pungent--like nasty feces. He almost gagged on the smell alone, and his heart filled with dread as he tried to contemplate what Laura's product was going to taste like. He couldn't help it, but he felt so helpless, his eyes began to tear up, and he sobbingly began to beg for mercy. "Please, mistress Laura, have mercy on me and don't force me to eat from your beautiful ass-hole..." he whimpered. "So you don't want to eat my shit, huh?", She said. "Well that's OK, you don't have to--just as long as you don't mind having your testicles ruptured, that is.", and gave an evil laugh, to which the others heartily joined in. "Actually, you should be considering this an honor. In fact, why don't you tell me, right now, what a privilege it is to be allowed to place your lips around my ass-hole and eat everything I defecate? Say that you want to eat my shit, go on--do it!" His testicles wouldn't allow him to do otherwise. Through his agony and sniffling, he wailed "OK, OK, I want to eat your shit..."

 

He could tell by Laura's squirming that She had to go pretty badly by now, and he began, for the first time, to accept that there was nothing he could do to the avert the inevitable. One last plea for leniency was cut off abruptly--"Shut up, worm!" squeezing and pulling his nuts so hard that he screamed in pain, coughing and gagging until She let up. Then came the command. "OK shit boy, nature calls! Now open your mouth...wide." peter looked fearfully up at Laura's lovely puckered asshole, deeply set between those two perfectly smooth, beautifully rounded ass-cheeks. There was absolutely no escape.

 

"Mmmh, I think I feel it coming real soon", She said. He lay there, whimpering timidly with his mouth wide open as ordered and his eyes wide open and full of fear as he stared up at Laura's little back door. He silently prayed Laura's urge was just a false alarm--perhaps just a really big fart that needs to come out. She did give another little fart, but just then, to peter's abject horror, Laura's asshole began to open slightly. A long, slow, hot fart hissed out directly over peter's mouth and nose area. A cheer went up around the room. "Do it to him Laura, make him fuckin' eat it!" Her body tensed as She made little moans "unh...unh...oh yeah...unh...here it comes..." Then Her pucker bulged a little and widened and a brown dome appeared in its center. It pushed the rim of Her ass-hole out and down slightly towards peter's still-open mouth. Then, with another grunt from the Beautiful Goddess, the bowel movement began in earnest, and a fat, glistening, light-brown stool began to exit Her body and enter peter's mouth.

 

peter, already overcome by the stench, felt the warm moistness of Laura's shit on his tongue and then nearly gagged in horror and disgust as it pushed further into his mouth. Just as Her turd reached the back of peter's mouth, Laura pinched it off, moved Her ass to one side and looked down at him. "If you throw up, you lose 'em, you got that? Good. OK, potty boy, now EAT IT!" and as She said the last two words She squeezed his genitals mercilessly. peter desperately began chewing, astonished at the powerful, wicked, bitter taste of Laura's shit, far stronger and worse than he had imagined. "How could such a gorgeous being produce something so wicked?", he thought to himself. "All right, enough chewing," said Laura, after a minute, "now...swallow my shit...do it now! I'm watching, and if you don't get it down, you don't even want to think about the pain you're going to feel, you worthless little receptacle." peter tried to swallow a couple of times, involuntarily gagging. "Having problems? Here, let me help!" Shouted Laura as She increased the pressure on his aching gonads. Again, with one big gulp peter swallowed, and gagged several times as he felt Laura's excrement sliding down his throat. "There, now I hope you enjoyed eating that as much as I enjoyed shitting it, because there's a lot more where that came from!"

 

Laura quickly got back into position, spreading Her ass cheeks slightly with Her free hand and lowering Her anus over his face. "Now, for the rest of it," She said, "and, you'd better eat fast, because game time is over!" Her ass-hole quickly spread, and peter looked ruefully at the huge, moist turd as it moved toward his gaping mouth, a few bits of what looked like peas in evidence at the squished part where it had been pinched off. As She pushed, She sat down hard on his mouth, and didn't let up this time. peter was forced to swallow without chewing, because She was expelling too fast for him to be able to chew it all. As the shit continued to flow from Laura's rectum directly down peter's throat, it became softer, and a sharp, bile-like odor and flavor began to invade peter's senses. After what seemed like years, it began to slow up, and then stopped with a final pinch of Laura's anus. Then She smiled beatifically down at peter, saying "Ohhh, boy did that feel good. Tell me, potty boy, did I have a little diarrhea toward the end, perhaps?" She said and giggled mischievously. By now the other girls were laughing hysterically and holding their noses. One went to throw open a window.

 

peter was so overcome with the horrible pain and the flavors he had been experiencing that he hadn't noticed it when Carrie, standing right over his head, had hiked up Her skirt and pulled off Her panties. "My turn", She said, squatting down from the other direction. Carrie positioned Her asshole over peter's open mouth, grunted a couple of times, and as Nature took its course, She looked deeply into his eyes, and said, "Yes peter, you do deserve this. You deserve it for that stupid little crush you had on me in high school--or didn't you think I could tell? So, do you like eating my shit? I hope so. Woof it all down, loser."

 

And so potty-boy was the toilet for all four women that night. They tethered it to the kitchenette plumbing by using a cable-type bike lock looped through itself and a $1.95 padlock which they closed around its scrotum above the testes, and they all made a point of "having to go" at all hours of the night, waking it for frequent force-fed snacks.

 

potty-boy had just had the honor of receiving the first and most important lesson it would learn in college. Never again would it fail to recognize the superiority of the female sex.

 

 

 

 

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