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Earthquake
by Herr Doktor (address withheld)

***
 
Trapped in an elevator after an major earthquake two 
women alone do the unthinkable. As a result, they have a 
bond forever. (FF, oral, anal, scat, ws, fisting)

***

My former college roommate Carol had called me the week 
before to invite me to lunch at one of Saint Louis's 
nicest restaurants. We had been in and out of touch over 
the past several years and we had both just turned 38. 
We were born a week apart in the same year. It had been 
six months since we last saw each other, drinking too 
much white wine and commiserating over our lousy 
marriages and workaholic husbands.

She and I had been inseparable in college. We belonged 
to the same sorority and so we were sisters. But our 
sisters thought we were "really" sisters because we 
looked somewhat alike. I have bright red hair, too many 
freckles, blue eyes and pale white skin. Carol's hair 
was dark red and very thick, her eyes are green and I 
always thought... jealously... that her skin was 
perfect. 

My breasts were barely bumps while her breasts were Cs. 
But we were about the same height and we wore the same 
size clothes (except bras) and shoes, a size 8 petit 
dress and 7 shoes. She was a perfect roommate and we got 
to the point that we would finish each other's 
sentences; and then couldn't stop giggling.

She graduated in biochemistry and worked as a supervisor 
in some sort of lab. I got a BA in business and was 
working as a broker at one of the local commodities 
exchanges. We both live in St. Louis but in suburbs at 
the opposite end of Saint Louis County. She lives in 
Clayton and because my husband is a Dean at the 
University we live in Belrieve Acres.

"You look gorgeous Julia," as she greeted me on the 
bottom floor of the Fisk Building. We had gained a 
couple of pounds since college but at the risk of 
sounding arrogant we both looked great! We hugged and 
took the elevator to the tenth floor restaurant. It was 
so much fun eating with an old friend, reminiscing and 
laughing. 

We were both successful in our jobs and economic worries 
were the least of our problems. Our marriages were still 
in the same stale place, but we had plenty of money and 
our kids had nannies. It was fun to have the freedom.

I looked down at my watch and it was almost 3 pm. "Sorry 
to end this so quickly Carol, but I really should get 
back to work. We need to do this more often." We laughed 
and of course both of us promised we would try. 

The elevator doors opened and we stepped in. We were 
alone, just chatting away. The door shut and we began to 
descend.

Then it happened. The elevator began swaying back and 
forth, the thunder of crashing metal, the shriek of 
breaking stone and glass was all around us and the 
elevator dropped. Amazingly the car stopped with a 
grinding thud before we hit bottom, both of us screaming 
with terror. We clung to the walls as the elevator car 
continued to vibrate and squeal.

"What the hell just happened," I looked at Carol while 
in absolute terror, "Is this another terrorist attack?"

"No, I don't think so," she responded, "I think this is 
the "big one", the big St. Louis earthquake they have 
been forecasting."

I looked at her puzzled. "What are you talking about? 
Earthquakes in California maybe, but not St. Louis!"

"Julia, this area sits on the most dangerous seismic 
areas in the world. I think we are in deep trouble 
because it seems like the building has collapsed around 
us. We should listen and see if we can hear anything."

Other than the groans of shifting metal and cracking 
glass there was nothing. Every few minutes the earth 
would shake and rattle the elevator car and everything 
around us. We waited for at least an hour and still 
nothing. Then we began to yell and pound on the doors 
and walls of the compartment, first with our fists and 
then our shoes. Nothing. We held each other and cried.

I had had four glasses of white wine and two glasses of 
water with lunch and suddenly knew I had to go. 

"I'm sorry Carol, but I really have to pee. I will go 
over to the far corner of the car and just do it there."

"Julia that is a really bad idea. We don't know how long 
we are going to be down here. We have limited oxygen and 
as our waste decomposes, either urine or excrement, it 
will form hydrogen chloride gas. It is heavier than 
oxygen and so in 24 hours we could be dead from 
breathing poison gas. If this is an earthquake we could 
be here a lot longer than that."

"What do we do? We can't hold our pee much less our poo 
in until we are rescued. I just want to cry I am so 
miserable."

Carol held me in her arms. "Julia, I have an idea. I 
feel very close to you and always have. What I am going 
to propose crosses all boundaries but it is because I 
love you that I am going to suggest the only one sure 
way we can survive until we are rescued."

"What are you talking about?" I moved away so I could 
look into her face.

"OK. The science is that we cannot let any of our body 
waste into this car." Carol looked at me seriously, 
"There is only one way to do it. We have to drink or eat 
our bodily waste. We cannot let a drop get on the thick 
rug of this elevator car. With the warmth in the car it 
will speed up the process of converting fluid to gas. 
Consuming our waste will do double duty. We have no 
water and if we do this we can prevent dehydration and 
at least in the short run prevent starvation."

"My Jesus, you got to be kidding. Drinking and eating 
our piss and shit? I just don't know."

"Julia my dearest, do you ever want to see your children 
again?"

We were in silence for several minutes. I finally nodded 
my head yes. We held each other crying for several 
minutes. "I really have to pee now. Will you really do 
this for me?"

"OK, but here are the ground rules. We need to take off 
all of our clothes. We cannot afford to have urine soak 
into the cloth. You need to control your stream so I 
don't choke and can swallow in small gulps. Finally, you 
will need to almost sit on my face but with your vagina 
in the direction of my breasts. If any piss falls on my 
body you will have to lick it up before it hits the 
carpet. We will both have to clean our vaginas with our 
tongues to make sure nothing gets to the floor.

She seemed bizarrely clinical and almost unbelievably 
calm. I carefully took off my skirt and blouse laying 
them in the far corner. My bra and panties came off as 
did my shoes. When I turned around a red haired goddess, 
completely naked, was handing me her clothes. Her body 
was simply breathtaking. Her fiery bush was very thick 
as compared to my sparse pubes. Her breasts were full 
and plump with tiny pink nipples. Her nipples were hard 
and almost pointed at me. Her face was angelic. 

I know I was almost in shock because of the earthquake, 
but I would be lying if I said I was not aroused by the 
sight of the stunning woman in front of me. I had never 
even thought of being attracted to another woman before, 
but somehow this was different.

She took me by the hand as she lay down with her head 
facing me on the thick Persian style carpet. I straddled 
her head, squatting realizing as I began crouching that 
her nose was going to be wedged between my ass cheeks. 
The thought gave me a weird sense of arousal. That perky 
little nose wedged into my ass crack. She would smell my 
ass. I had often fingered my ass as my husband snored 
next to me. I would smell it, sometimes even lick my 
finger, and then masturbate until I came or fell asleep.

As I squatted, she steadied me by holding my thighs. "I 
need to spread your vaginal lips so I can get my mouth 
as close to your pee hole as I can." 

I felt my pussy lips being spread and her lips covering 
my opening. She used her tongue to find my piss hole and 
adjusted her mouth to cover it. Geez, I hadn't had 
anyone put their mouth on my pussy in years. But, I 
needed to focus at the problem at hand. I had to go, but 
my first stream spurted far too much and trickled over 
her breasts and stomach and into her bush. My second 
stream was better and I could feel Carol swallowing 
under me, her throat opening and sending my urine into 
her stomach. I concentrated. 

I peed no more than two seconds at a time. Each was 
followed by an appreciative gulp. When I felt the last 
trickle come out I could feel her tongue cleaning me. 
That beautiful tongue kept touching my clit and I 
realized how turned on I was.

It seemed Carol had gone from clinical to passionate. 
She was more than cleaning me. She licked my clit and it 
throbbed with arousal. I was getting really turned on 
and began humping her mouth as she flicked my clit with 
her wet tongue.

Being that sexually aroused really scared me, so I 
dismounted. I tried to follow her scientific reasoning. 
"I better get to licking my pee off your before it hits 
the floor." I licked the splash of liquid just below her 
chin, moving my tongue between her breasts, and then 
licking her nipples where some spray had landed. She 
moaned as I did that. I assumed I would be doing the 
same in her shoes. 

I moved my head down leaving my legs near her shoulders. 
There was actually a pool of my urine in her navel and I 
carefully slurped it and then licked her belly button 
clean. I licked across her belly and moved my lapping 
tongue down to the glorious red mane between her legs. I 
tongued the hairs tentatively at first, now getting used 
to the taste of my own waste. I began to sweep my tongue 
across her bush as she began to move her legs apart. I 
could see the pink lips of her pussy swollen and parted.

Without saying a word Carol took my left leg and swung 
it over her shoulder so that my fully spread cunt was in 
front of her. She began passionately kissing and licking 
the cunt lips and the clitoris. 

I opened my eyes and saw her inflamed mons with a clit 
like a little finger sticking out between her swollen 
flower. I was drawn to it. I could not stop. I kissed 
her as she was kissing me. My tongue played with her 
little "penis", I continued tonguing the folds of her 
pussy, sucking her clit and tasting the combination of 
urine and what? I had never tasted a woman's secretions 
before but it both smelled invitingly musky and tasted 
exotic.

Both of us were moaning and thrashing and we came... yes 
we absolutely came at the same time. I had never had 
that experience with a man. White liquid gushed from her 
beautiful pussy and I lapped it up like a puppy drinking 
milk. Her cream was delicious.

When we were done, we sat up and held each other in our 
arms. Telling each other how wonderful it was and how we 
wished we had known how good enjoying each other would 
be in college. We fell asleep for a short-time and awoke 
hearing a noise in the far distance. We jumped up and 
pound the walls with our shoes, yelling at the top of 
our lungs. 

No response.

Another several hours passed. We were exhausted with 
fear, anxiety and... ok I'll admit it: sex.

"Julia," Carol looked at me plaintively, "I am sorry but 
I really need to go now."

"Pee?"

"No, the other one," Carol looked at me with some 
embarrassment.

I steeled myself. "I understand. I want to do this for 
you."

"OK," Carol said, "but like all women pooping makes me 
want to pee as well, so I might have to shift back and 
forth over your mouth between my pee hole and my rectum. 
I will try to control the flow of both. You need to slap 
my on my thigh if you are getting too much to swallow."

It was my turn to lie down on the soft carpet. I had a 
sense of trepidation. I knew I had to do it, but could I 
eat another person's shit and wash it down with their 
piss?

"Let me release a bit of my pee first." And she squatted 
over my face. I had never realized how beautiful a 
woman's genitals were. Her vagina was big and the lips 
were thick and spread a bit to reveal the amazing pink 
interior. Her pee hole with clearly visible. Her red 
bush made the whole area seem aflame with passion and 
with sensuality. 

My pussy lips were not as stretched as hers. I could see 
they hung two inches down, opening her pink pussy as if 
it were a flower. I admired how her vagina was agape. It 
filled me with wonton sexuality. When I had spread the 
swollen lips of her vagina, holding the hanging lips 
between the fingers of my right and left hand, I spread 
them apart and pulled her down by those sweet cunt lips 
so my mouth covered her piss hole.

I teased the piss hole with my tongue. Then the first 
squirt surprised me. I gagged a bit but managed to 
swallow a mouthful. I know it sounds strange but it was 
tangy like lemonade. My thoughts were maybe it tasted 
that way because of all of the white wine we drank for 
lunch or maybe because I had to do it to survive; my 
mind would make it taste what I wanted it to.

"Are you OK," Carol asked.

I answered by placing my mouth over her hole again and 
licking her urethra with my tongue. She filled my mouth 
five more times before telling me she needed me now to 
do her ass. 

As she shifted I spread her cheeks apart revealing a 
puckered pink hole surrounded by fine red hair. I 
touched it with my fingers and she moaned, her body 
becoming rigid as my finger touched her anal opening. I 
put my mouth to her asshole initially kissing it several 
times. I then began thrusting my tongue into the tight 
orifice as a signal that I was ready. I felt a puff of 
gas into my mouth and realized that I had just breathed 
in a fart. I could feel my pussy being aroused in a way 
I would have never thought to be erotic. It smelled 
faintly but I honestly didn't find it unpleasant.

As I was thrusting my tongue in and out of her shit 
hole, I felt something pushing back. I don't know what I 
expected, but her asshole expanding around my tongue was 
a real surprise. I guess I expected a long turd. 

Instead, Carol's asshole expanded, my mouth wide open 
covering it, as a ball of shit the size and shape of a 
malted milk ball plopped into my mouth. I was afraid to 
do anything else but swallow.
 
Initially, Carol was squeezing only one ball at a time 
into my mouth. They were solidly formed but other than 
the taste the texture was like a round chocolate candy. 
After I swallowed four or five whole, she farted again 
and shot four into my mouth. I had to chew. I would be 
lying if I said it was pleasant, but for some reason it 
aroused me. 

My pussy pulsed as Carol played with my little nipples 
as she was taking a crap in my mouth. I chewed and 
swallowed, actually reaming her ass with my tongue 
cleaning it after each tasty piece of shit slid out of 
her ass, but I wanted more. She farted several times 
more into my mouth and as I got the last bits of her 
chocolate candy to eat.

She shifted placing her pussy over my face. 

I got an additional three mouthfuls of pee to help me 
wash down her surprisingly erotic snack. I continued to 
alternatively lick her ass and cunt until I could taste 
only my own spit. I have never felt so completely 
satisfied in my life.

Several hours later my stomach began to cramp notifying 
me that I need to evacuate my bowels. I gently shook 
Carol awake. "Carol, please I need to go". "Which one?" 
she responded. "I need to crap but I am afraid mine 
won't be as nice as yours. I usually have long logs." 

She sighed deeply, "It's OK darling. I really want to do 
this for you."

I squatted, putting my pisser over her mouth. I gave her 
a couple of mouthfuls of my hot urine and she licked the 
folds of my pussy lips to the point I almost came. 

But nature was calling in a very different way. I tried 
to slide back but as I did she used her arms to push me 
up a few inches. "I want to see your turd come out of 
your ass. To balance myself I grabbed her beautiful 
tits, caressing them, pinching the nipples with my long 
finger nails, than grabbing hold of those wonderful 
breasts as a felt my sphincter expand and I farted 
loudly into her face. Then the head of my first turd 
began to escape my colon, poking out through the rectum 
as I tried to control its passage.

"How incredibly beautiful it is Julia," Carol almost 
moaned, "It is a perfectly formed torpedo. I am going to 
suck it like a little cock before I swallow it."

I heard the sounds of some eating as if it were an 
extraordinarily tasty snack. My wonderful friend seemed 
to not be sacrificing to a gross necessity but to be 
enjoying the offering I was giving her.

Carol swallowed loudly and kept eating as each brown log 
slipped through my sphincter and into her mouth. When I 
was done she pulled my ass down to her face and reamed 
me, cleaning my asshole and ass hair as if I had taken a 
bath. I shifted to give her two more swallows of pee 
before lying down beside her.

Without saying a word she put my face in her hands and 
bent over French kissing me deeply so we could taste 
each other's feces and urine. We interlocked our legs 
humping each other's pussies. We played with each 
other's breasts, sucking nipples, pinching with our 
finger nails, pulling on each other's tits with 
unbelievable passion. I had never though pain in my 
nipples would be arousing, but the more she pinched my 
pink little aureoles the more aroused I became.

We began fingering each other. Carol put one, two, three 
fingers in my pussy. But I was too tight and she 
couldn't get more in. Although I complained I really 
wanted more my cunt was not stretched enough to allow 
it. I had also put three fingers into Carol's gash, 
slipping easily in and out. 

Breathing heavily in my ear she pleaded "Please fist 
me." I was embarrassed. I had never heard the term 
before. 

So I asked "What do you mean." "What, you don't know 
what fisting is?" The obvious answer was no. So she 
whispered into my ear what she wanted me to do to her. I 
had never heard of a woman doing this, but I slid down 
to her wide opened pussy and moved a fourth finger into 
the opening, then adding my thumb. She actually pressed 
down against my hand and I felt my wrist slip by the 
tight ring of her pussy and slip inside of her.

I began to slowly fist fuck her, licking her extended 
little clit when she wasn't bucking against me. She came 
violently, clamping my hand inside her cunt with muscles 
I never thought women had. Her bodily fluids ran down my 
arm and as soon as I removed it, Carol licked my hand, 
wrist and arm clean.

For the next two days, we were careful with our sex 
escapades because Carol emphasized that we could lose 
too much energy with a lot of sexual activity while 
dining only on urine and excrement. We peed and crapped 
and turned each other on, but only two or three times a 
day.

It was weird. 

By the third day we were used to being each other's 
toilets, because that was what we were. I had eaten ten 
excellent balls of shit from her ass when she asked me 
to do something I thought was impossible. She asked me 
to fist her ass.

"You can't mean it," I said, "that little rosebud will 
never let my hand pass into it."

"It will if you follow my instruction," Carol said with 
a voice that was filled with sexual urgency. Crap on my 
hand to use as a lubricant, I will use it to lubricate 
your hand and then begin shoving your fingers up my ass. 
It was weird. I shit into Carol's hands and then she 
rubbed my excrement all over my right hand. She lay on 
her side. I put my middle finger in her sweet rose bud, 
then my pointing finger, then my third finger. It just 
seemed too tight.

"Go ahead," Carol said, "Slip your fourth finger in." It 
was tight but as I pumped in and out her anal ring 
seemed to loosen. I then had my thumb inside the ring 
and kept pumping. After ten or fifteen minutes of 
playing with her anus with two, then three, then four 
fingers, I pushed my hand deep into her beautiful ass. 
She began to fuck my hand with her ass, moving in slow 
undulating motions, taking my hand deeper and deeper 
into her ass.

She came with an almost a terrifying moan. Carol 
collapsed with my hand deep in her bowels. We lay there 
for several moments as she recovered. The she put her 
right hand on the hand up her ass and loosed it from her 
now wide open rectum. When it was completely out, I 
couldn't help myself. I kissed it my brown streaked 
hand. More than that I French kissed the opening of her 
ass. It had stayed open a full two inches and I could 
bury my nose and mouth in her ass. My shit, her shit all 
mixed together in a glorious froth. I then felt Carol 
licking the fingers that had just come out of her ass.

I moved toward her mouth and we both licked the goo and 
excrement from my hand, hugging and loving each other as 
if each breath would be the last.

Then we heard knocking at the door. "Hello, is anyone in 
there?" "Yes, yes we are stuck here," Carol and I said 
almost simultaneously.

There were a lot of voices outside the elevator door. 
"We can get you out. It will just take a ten or fifteen 
minutes to get the concrete away from the elevator 
opening.

Carol looked at me. "Get your clothes on. We can look 
disheveled but we can't be naked when they get it."

Well the rescue team got to us. My blouse was loose, bra 
discarded. We both smelled horribly as they brought us 
out on stretchers. Everyone assumed we had loosed our 
bladder and bowels when the earthquake struck. No one 
suspected what had happened the last 72 hours. 

There was applause when we reached the surface. TV crews 
interviewed our stalwart husbands and crying children. 
There was carnage all around. But between the smiles and 
the tears, the reunion with family I could not stop 
thinking about Carol.

We were being taken to the hospital, taking one furtive 
glance at each other before they took us to two 
different rooms. For some reason she left the hospital 
the next day but didn't say a word.

I "recovered" quickly and was back home into my routine. 
I was afraid to reach out to Carol. Had we really done 
that? What did she think of me? Did she think me a 
horrible pervert? Did she ever want to hear from me 
again?

I just decided to go back to my life.

One month later, I receive a privately delivered note by 
a messenger service. It was addressed to me. It read:

"I reserved a log cabin for a girl's weekend out about 
an hour from here this weekend. It is the size of an 
elevator car, but with a king size bed in the middle. 
Unfortunately, there is no indoor plumbing. Can you join 
me? Don't say no. No need to respond. I will be waiting 
for you. Directions attached. Love, Carol."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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