Ladies' Room

by Tabitha MacDonald

Tabitha sighed and shifted, trying to get comfortable on the hard seat.

Hearing a giggle close by, Tabitha shut her eyes and shifted again.

Damn, why do they have to make these things so uncomfortable? She wondered.

She hunched over and stuck her butt out behind her as far as she could on the tiny seat, hoping that that position would relieve the tension within her. Close, but no cigar.

Tabitha winced at the bad pun. I have the worst humor of anyone I know! She berated herself.

She heard another giggle and then a husky whisper, followed by a loud bang on the wall that separated the two stalls.

Tabitha jumped up, startled, and tripped over the pants that lay tangled between her legs, falling forward against the door of her stall—which she had forgotten to lock, as usual.

The stall door flew forward, leaving Tabitha with nothing to lean on—and causing her to fall forward onto the floor, naked except for the pants and thong wound around her ankles.

She moaned a little, and then groaned with remorse, as she felt the poop log emerging from between her buttocks—defying gravity, no less, as she was currently lying prone on her stomach—at exactly the wrong time!

As she tried to right herself without letting the poop log fall into her pants, she heard the woosh of a swinging door, and looked up in horror—right into the eyes of her crush, Debby MacDonald, who stood there, wide-eyed, one hand on the door leading into the ladies’ room, the other hand raised in shock. And not only that—the entire cheerleading squad, football team, chess club, and the math geeks were all standing behind her, peering over her shoulder at Tabitha.

Blushing fiercely, Tabitha knew that she had never been more embarrassed in her entire life. After all, there she was, practically buck naked, in the middle of the bathroom floor, on her hands and knees, with a poop long hanging by a thread in between her clenched butt cheeks.

She was mortified.

Tabitha closed her eyes and looked away from the crowd, down towards the ground, and hoped that this was all a dream, and that they would all just go away, and that she would be able to one day live down the humiliation she had just caused herself.

But then, all of a sudden …

The poop log fell.

Her clenched butt cheeks had not been enough to deter its decent. With a squishy plop, it fell right into the center of her thong.

Tears began to gather in Tabitha’s eyes, as she looked, upside down past her dangling breasts and potbelly, at the new stain that was beginning to form as the diarrhea-induced poop log began to turn liquid and melt away into naught but brown liquid.

A single tear fell, from her eye to the pink-and-white tiled floor.

My life is over …

Then she heard a crash, and looked up sharply.

Debbie MacDonald stood on this side of the bathroom door. The closed bathroom door. And as Debby stared down at Tabitha, her eyes still wide, her hand reached behind her and turned the lock—locking out the crowd that was frantically beating on the door outside, and locking in the two of them. Locking them into the ladies’ room—together.

“Tabitha,” Debbie whispered, walking slowly towards the other woman.

“Debbie,” was all Tabitha’s husky, aroused voice could say.

She was already dripping wet—dripping her lovejuices into her thong, with just the thought of being locked in a bathroom together with Debbie.

It was the stuff that dreams are made of.

And then Debbie reached her. She hesitated for a moment, one hand reaching out, unsure. And then her hand reached down and touched the red and purple, acne scarred plane of her lover’s back. She leaned down and began to suck on one of the larger pimples that roamed the great red planes. Tabitha moaned with pleasure, and her back arched into Debbie’s mouth.

Then, just as suddenly, Debbie threw one leg over her back, and straddled her, her secret area—covered by nothing except a mini-skirt which she had shoved up around her waist—coming into contact with the place from whence the poop log had just come. Debbie ground her hips into Tabitha’s butt, and they both moaned with pleasure, even as her hands landed on Tabitha’s shoulders and she began to ride her, ride her like the wind.

They humped like that for a little over an hour, cumming all over the place, until they could finally stand it no longer, and Debbie slid back until Tabitha could feel her breath going in the “out” hole.

“Oh, Tabitha,” Debbie murmured, as her mouth descended, with a gentle sucking motion, coaxing out another, smaller poop ball. She swallowed and licked her lips. “Mmm, mmm good,” she laughed her husky laugh from deep inside her throat, and Tabitha joined her.

Debbie continued her gentle ministrations until all of the tension had left Tabitha’s body and she felt nothing but relief, and joy.

“Oh, Debbie,” she moaned, arching her butt up to meet her lover’s skillful mouth. “I never want this day to end!”

“Neither do I,” Debbie murmured, “but do you hear the incessant knocking on the door?”

The knocking, which had been going on for the better part of an hour, suddenly stopped.

“Uh oh,” Tabitha murmured, “I guess they changed their minds.”

“Or else something else changed their minds for them,” Debbie chuckled.

Behind them they heard a crash, and suddenly the door to the stall next to the one in which Tabitha had been sitting earlier was flung off its hinges, flying across the room, past the lovers who lay tangled on the floor amidst a single pair of pants and a thong with a growing stain on it.

Tabitha blinked and craned her neck to look behind herself and her lesbian lover.

There, in a twisted heap on the tiled floor of the bathroom, where the door to the stall had once been, lay two lovely young women. Behind them, sitting on the toilet, farting quietly into the receptacle beneath her, sat an incredibly ugly woman.

The two beautiful women were identical twins. They were both tall and slim, with hourglass figures that screamed “va-va-voom,” and long, blond tousled hair, and baby blue bedroom eyes. They were both naked, and Tabitha and Debbie couldn’t stop staring at them, their loins tingling with lust.

The woman behind them, however, was a completely different story. Her skin was covered in acne, from her head to her toes. Warts and moles, too. She was also naked, and it was not a pretty sight. Her body was incredibly large and round, kind of like a big blob. There were no discernible hips or breasts; just a big mass of blubber between her head and her feet. Her hair was dark and sweaty and greasy, and looked like it hadn’t been washed for several months, up to and possibly even beyond, a year. Her nose was big, and there were little nose hairs and boogers hanging out of it. Her eyes were narrowed in consternation, and her lips were curled in a snarl.

“Dammit,” exclaimed the ugly woman, “that’s the third stall door this week!”

“We’re sorry, Mom!” the gorgeous twins exclaimed.

“Hmph, you’d better be!” their hideous mother exclaimed.

“Excuse me,” Tabitha cut in, causing the three other women to look at her like she were crazy, “but who are you, what are you doing here, and, err, what exactly were you doing in that stall?”

The revolting mother smirked, and took it upon herself to answer the question. “I’m glad you asked, little girl,” she said smugly. “You see, my daughters and I are lesbians. Incestuous lesbians. So, we travel around the country, inventing new ways to have lesbian threesomes. Incestuous lesbian threesomes. This week, I came up with a bright idea!” She chortled to herself. “Why not have an incestuous lesbian threesome in a public bathroom stall? It was the perfect idea! There was no way my plan could go wrong!” Then, she sighed, sadly, shaking her head. “Unfortunately, I hadn’t foreseen how poorly made these stall doors are. They fall apart at the slightest pressure, not to mention 90-lbs of hot, orgasmic female!”

“So …” Tabitha was very confused. “How exactly does it work? I mean, what are the mechanics of your threesome in the bathroom stall?” she tilted her head, examining the stall. “I don’t get how you can all fit in there, and do that stuff, in a tiny little stall like that!”

“Well, I’ll admit, I would prefer to use the handicap stall.” She shrugged, “but since one isn’t available, we make do with what we can. But let me describe to you, deary, exactly how this little business of ours works.” She snickered again.

“First, I sit on the can. In part because it is the only place to sit, and in part because I actually do have to bm.” She closed her eyes and her body tensed for a moment; there was the sound of a watermelon and then she sighed and relaxed and shifted herself on the can, accidentally smearing some poo on the rim of the toilet seat. “Then, my daughter Lila here,” she said, nodding to one of the naked blonds who were now all over Debbie; one eating out her wet wet pussy, the other kissing her mouth and her breasts. Lila, apparently, was the one kissing Tabitha’s erstwhile lover. “I help her get into a position where her sweet little cunt is right in front of my face; she braces herself with her feet on the wall behind me, and her hands pressing against the stall door. It puts her in the perfect position for me to eat her out!” The repulsive woman grinned. “Meanwhile, Lola,” she said, nodding to the other daughter, who was beginning to hump Debbie’s leg in addition to her other ministrations, “is kneeling below her sister in the stall, because of course we have to lock the door before Lila can get in place! So then Lola does a hand stand, and pulls herself up by locking herself with her legs around Lila’s back, and bracing herself with her arms on the sides of the stall. She then bends around, so that her pussy is directly in Lila’s face, and her own face is directly in my pussy. I know it all sounds confusing, but as a visual aid,” she whipped out a pen—although Tabitha couldn’t understand where it came from, seeing ass how all three women were naked, and not even a scrap of clothing lay on the floor—and began drawing on the wall of the stall, really getting into her explanation. “See this? We form a right triangle, with the ninety degree angle being where my mouth meets Lila’s naughty bits. The only problem with this position is that when we have our simultaneous orgasm, it always ends with Lola putting a bit too much pressure on her sister, which causes Lila to exert more pressure on the door to keep her balance, but that’s just too much pressure for the door, so it just kind of leaps off its hinges, sending my daughters tumbling to the floor!” She pointed to where her daughters lay, now writhing above and below Deborah, limbs entangled and bodies turned every which way, and moans releasing themselves freely from their mouths.

“Well,” Tabitha said, clearing her throat. The three women tumbling in ecstasy in the floor didn’t even notice. “I guess … well, thank you for the geometry lesson,” she said to the unappealing mother of the two stunning women who had stolen her dream lover, “I’d best be going now.”

And with that, Tabitha unlocked the door and pushed it open, locking it in place so that all may come in and see the downfall of the great Debby MacDonald, who lay entangled on the floor with a pair of blond twins.

Tabitha grinned as she walked, naked, through a crowd of stunned boys and girls that didn’t even notice her, their eyes were locked on the infamous Debby.

Hell hath no fury like a lesbian scorned.