9-4 Bookshop Elena - Sex Stories

9-4 Bookshop Elena

Themes: ws, light scat, mast, lez

This in an offshoot project from the Margey Household chronicles. Some of the characters are the same, some new. Read the other stories in the series (Books1-8) to find out the full background or some of it won't make any sense.

Warning: The events and characters in this story are imaginary. If you attempt to duplicate them in real life, you will end up sharing a jail cell with a big fat man called Bubba.

Chapter 9-4 - Bookshop Elena

by StackofBooks

(2036 words)

Elena was back in Moscow after her year away as an au pair. She'd had a great time and her English had improved by leaps and bounds (her latest favourite phrase). It still wasn't flawless like Deena's, but she had plans to remedy that.

The two Russian teens were in contact as pen-pals via Email, and the latter shared about meeting Chris, and about pooping on the remains of their dual pee streams (Book 7, Chapter 6, Black and White Russian).

This intrigued her, and she remembered squeezing turds out for Andrea, and inadvertently for Adam also, although she hadn't known he was there listening.

It unlocked a 'key' in her regarding this fetish, and she started taking more notice of her own logs in the bowl, even taking them out and examining them. If she was in a public toilet, she would sit in her cubicle for a long time listening to those hissing and pissing around her in other stalls. The range of noises was incredible. Sooner or later, there was grunting and ...

... groaning as turds from her neighbours hit the water. This turned her on a lot.

Then she found pooping and pissing video porn websites. And spent a lot of time on them.

She was still shaving her cootie regularly, and as it was now summer, gave it a good airing in the park as often as possible. Similar to Deena's current experience however, no-one like a Sally or a Ryan whisked her away for an afternoon of fun and games as a result.

She had a bicycle and liked to ride it knickerless through the streets and into the parks and countryside. As the weather was warm, she took plenty of water with her and it gave her great pleasure in finding a quiet place to pee. A roll of TP was always in her bag so could clean herself and not dirty the seat.

In time, as she got more confident, she found places to poop in the open air: bus shelters, underpasses, front doors of closed down shops, bridges, stairwells and in gutters if there was no traffic or pedestrians about. One time she climbed a tree in a park, and from a position 2 metres high pissed a long golden stream and a fat turd splattered to the ground.

She was a bit of a book fanatic and liked browsing the new books and used books bookshops. And then one day she saw her!! The black girl she'd had a memory of seeing while in her au pair host's country. In a bookshop very close to the library.

(Black people and other ethnic minority people with non-white skin were still uncommon, but there was a higher percentage in the ...