0 comments/ 131739 views/ 36 favorites Toilet Trio By: Scatella2008 In their college dorm the two teen sisters, presented a united front, standing up for each other. Both spectacularly beautiful, they triggered a lot of envy in less lovely girls, who often schemed to spite them. So they frequently needed to defend each other. But at home the sisters never ceased to bicker, always finding something to argue about, usually something petty. One morning Maggie, just out of bed and wearing panties and a little halter top, raced to the bathroom in desperate need to relieve herself. But storming in, she found her younger sister Karen seated on the toilet, her panties around her ankles, wearing a raggedy loose t-shirt. "Hey!" Karen scowled. "Don't just barge in here. Can't you knock!" "Hurry up, I gotta go so bad," Maggie said, clutching her lower tummy, biting her lip, hopping from one foot to the other, her need obviously very urgent, even desperate. "Well I'm still peeing, and then I need to shit," Karen informed her sister. "Let me just pee first when you're done peeing, then you can crap right after I finish taking a piss. I feel like I'm gonna burst." Finished pissing, Maggie reached for some toilet paper. "C'mon, sis, you can wipe later. Let me piss, okay? I'm dying over here." "Oh, okay," Karen said, a little annoyed, getting up off the toilet, but not pulling her panties up, since she hadn't yet wiped her pussy dry and didn't want to soil and stain her panties. In a flash, Maggie took her sister's place, pulling down her panties as she plopped down on the toilet seat, then immediately releasing a powerful stream. Karen stood there, watching her sister urinate. "Wow, look at the way you're whizzing away. You're weren't kidding that you really needed to go," she said, chuckling. "No shit," Maggie said, relieved, letting the powerful torrent turn into a stream and then a trickle. With Karen having peed, and then Maggie, without flushing between, the bathroom definitely exuded the unmistakable scent of urine. Though finished peeing, Maggie stayed seated on the toilet, straining a little now, grunting a bit. "Hey, what are you doing! You're not trying to shit, are you? I was just about to shit. I let you pee, sis, but now you gotta give me back the toilet," Karen chided her older sister. "Oh c'mon, Mags, I'm already on the toilet, let me crap too." "No fucking way!" Maggie said fiercely, "that wasn't the deal. I'm sure I need to shit just as bad as you do. I let you pee, sis, but then you were supposed to let me get back on the toilet to finish up." "Don't be a jerk, Karen, I'm already here, let me shit. It'll only take another minute," Maggie said, a little annoyed now. "Uh uh! No way!" Karen whined, determined to reoccupy the toilet, "my turn now. First I finish what I started, and shit, then you can take your crap, Maggie." An angry Karen reached down to grab her sister's wrist, trying to pull her up off the toilet. "Get your hands off me, asshole!" Maggie shouted. "You're the asshole, barging in here like you did. And I even stopped in the middle so you could whiz. And now you're trying to take advantage as usual. That's what you always do." "Oh come on, sis, just let me crap, I'm sure you can hold it for another minute." "If I can hold it in, then you can hold it," Karen said, tugging at her sister's wrist. "STOP PULLING ME!" Maggie yelled. "Then GET UP!" Karen yelled even louder. Hearing the loud bickering, Ellen, the teens' mother soon appeared by the door. A sensual beauty of 40, it was easy to see where the two girls got their looks. "What's going on here!?" she said sternly, "Are you two at it again?" "She barged in, mom, while I was using the toilet" "Well, I really needed to go so bad." "Well so did I. I was just about shit, mom, and I was nice enough to get up so Maggie could pee first. She promised I could use it again right after she pee'd, so I could finish up and shit." "I did not promise!" "Liar! You did too! And then after she peed, she just stayed there and was going to take a crap before letting me take mine. I got to the toilet first." "So what!" "SHUT UP, you two! You can be such brats." Then Ellen looked down at Karen. "And what are you doing standing there with your panties around your ankles." "Maggie didn't even let me finish wiping myself, so I didn't want to pull them up while my pussy was still wet, mom." "I can't believe you two. It looks like I even have to supervise how you use the toilet, how you pee and shit. And you're both in college! I'd think you'd be able to develop some simple toilet habits by this time." The two sisters looked at their mother, one standing with panties down, the other sitting on the toilet, both blushing, looking a little shame-faced. Ellen looked her daughters over now, and had to admit to herself that they presented a rather provocative sight, young and sleek and lovely, their panties pulled down around their ankles. "First of all, I want you to both take off your panties." "But why, mom?" Maggie asked. "Don't ask questions, just do what mother tells you to do," Ellen said sharply. Both naked below the waist now, she looked them over 'down there.' Being teens, she hadn't seen them like that in a while and was pleased to discover that, like herself, they didn't shave their pubic mounds, unlike so many younger women, especially college-age girls, did these day. She was hoping that maybe they were following hers, mother's, example. But she also knew they always had an affinity for what was 'natural' so maybe that's why they, unlike their cohort, decided not to shave. In any case, and this was not so much following mother's example as taking after her genes, they both had thick, luxuriant pubic 'rugs' down there. "So you both say you really, really need to shit. Well, let your mother determine that and see just how great your need is, or if you're just a pair of petulant whiners. I want you both to turn around and bend over, hands on your knees." "But mom! We're not little girls anymore!" Karen balked, blushing. "Please, just do what I ask you to do, okay!" Ellen snapped, her tone even harsher. They did what she asked, exposing their perfect, trim, smootbottoms. Ellen now wet a finger in her mouth, brought it between Karen's cheeks and slid the finger into her ass. "Oh god, mom! What are you doing!" Karen squealed. "Will you ever learn to just keep quiet and let mother do the work. You both claim you so badly need to shit. Well, I'm going in to see just how true that is." Working her finger up through Karen's anal passage, she probed into her lower rectum. As soon as she got into the rectum itself her fingertip met resistance, a solid wall. Her daughter wasn't exaggerating, she was in fact packed inside. "Well, honey, at least you were telling the truth," Ellen said Now Ellen pulled out her finger to see a little brown clump on the fingertip. "See," she said, holding up the finger, the two girls turning around, Karen blushing intensely when she saw her own crap on her mother's fingertip. But what Ellen did next truly shocked her two daughters. She was wearing an expensive couture silk blouse she had just bought, a soft vanilla color, and now she ran that shit-tipped finger across the blouse, leaving a vivid brown streak as she cleaned off her finger. "Oh god, mom! Look what you're doing!" Maggie gasped as both hers and her sister's eyes went wide with astonishment. Ellen said nothing, letting the girls wonder about their mother's strange proclivities. "Now you, honey," Ellen said, wetting the finger again and this time sticking it up Maggie's ass. With Maggie she didn't even have to get as far as the rectum. An inch up into the anal passage her finger encountered the tip of a turd. She pushed the finger in further to find the tip was just the start of what seemed a large, bulky fecal mass. "Mmmmmmh, it seems like you're even more full than your sister," Ellen purred, then pulled the finger out as the girls gazed, now fascinated by mother's outrages and happy, in a way, that her rectal probing had indeed confirmed their fullness, and their urgent need to defecate. Ellen's finger was even dirtier than after she had pulled it out of Karen's ass, and, again, she wiped the finger off on her blouse, leaving a second, even more vivid streak, the blouse on its way to being thoroughly soiled and perhaps ruined. "I guess you two girls really are – as you claimed - 'full of shit' " Ellen chuckled as the sisters looked at each other and blushed. "And you, Maggie, seem to be even more full of shit that your sister. Isn't that true, dear?" Maggie said nothing. "I said, 'isn't that true, dear' " Ellen repeated. "Yes, mom," Maggie whispered. "Say it!" Ellen barked. "I'm full of shit, mom, I'm even more full of shit than Karen." Hearing her sister forced to mouth these words made Karen smile, then laugh, Maggie squirming in discomfort meanwhile. Ellen now gave her younger daughter a sharp look. "What are you laughing at? You're pretty full of shit yourself, right?" "Right mom," Karen whispered, her voice suddenly meek. "Right what!" Ellen demanded. "I'm full of shit too," Karen whispered, barely audible. "Louder!" Karen jumped at the tone of her mother's voice. "I'M FULL OF SHIT TOO!" Ellen smiled contentedly. Her daughters had both been rather willful and even insolent lately and she liked to see them like this, humiliated into a meeker obedience, standing there like this, telling their mother how 'full of shit' they both were, in this case literally so. " Okay, Maggie, since we determined that you're more full of shit than your sister, you get to take a crap first," Ellen told her older daughter, pointing to the toilet. Maggie shuffled to the toilet, and planted her pretty little rump on the seat as her mother and sister looked on. "You're both going to stand there and watch me? Stare at me?" "Of course we are, dear. I can't even add up the times I watched you shit when you were little and the number of times I wiped your dirty little ass clean. As for your sister, you were going to stay on the toilet just a few minutes ago and take your shit with her right there, isn't that correct? That's what all the ruckus was about." "That's right," Karen added enthusiastically, "plus, sis, I wanna watch you crap. And see how much really comes out of you." Now Maggie sat there, straining and grunting and grimacing, and then straining some more as her mother and sister awaited the results. "God, I felt so full and really needing to go, and now I can't," Maggie confessed, looking frustrated and as though she were disappointing the onlookers. "Oh, I thought you had to go 'so bad' sis," Karen said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't be mean! Be nice to your sister," Ellen chided her younger daughter. "Even though she's really full, she's having trouble getting it out. We all experience that problem sometimes." "Thanks, mom," Maggie said, "maybe it's because you two are watching." "Well why don't you take a break and let's see how your sister makes out." So Maggie got up off the toilet and Karen took her place. She too grimaced and strained and grunted, but then, after a little while, there was a little 'plop.' Karen continued to try to empty her bowels but after that initial 'plop' nothing more happened. "I can't either, mom, just that little bit," Karen confessed, blushing. Karen got up off the toilet and was joined by her mother and sister, all three peering into the bowl to have a look. A little brown turd sat there, looking forlorn. "That one's about as big as your boyfriend's cock," Maggie said mockingly to her sister. "You wish your boyfriend had a cock as big as Tommy's, creep!" Karen now snapped at her sister. "Girls, girls! Stop it!" Ellen said, laying hands on her daughter's shoulders both, at least a half a head shorter than their tall, rather regal mother. "Please stop bickering. This all started, may I remind you, because you both badly needed to shit. So instead of continuing to behave like a pair of spiteful brats, let's see if we can make some progress. As you both just told me, you're both 'full of shit,' so our job now is to help get that shit out of you." "God yes, I'm so full, too. I'd give anything to unload," Maggie said. "Me too, sis," Karen added, clutching her tummy. "I wish I could shit and get all that crap out of me." "Well, you both tried, girls. I watched as you tried. But sometimes one needs to find other solutions." "Like what, mom?" "I think what you girls could really use is a couple of nice, big enemas." "Enemas, mom! Really?" "Yes, an enema will definitely help flush you out. The both of you." "But won't they make us feel even fuller inside?" Maggie queried. "For a while, yes, maybe even uncomfortably so. But the problem you've having is not simple constipation, but blockage as a result of two unusually large fecal masses, big enough so you can't even get a start when you try to shit on your own." "Well, you know best, mom," Maggie admitted. "Yeah, I guess we need those enemas." "Okay, well why don't you girls just sit on edge of the tub while I get everything ready and prepare your enemas." They were about to sit when their mother stopped them. "Wait. Let's do something else first," she said, as she opened the medicine cabinet, reaching back behind some band aids and finding what she was looking for, a box of glycerine suppositories. "What are those?" Maggie asked. "They're suppositories. They're inserted into the rectum and melt inside there, helping to loosen up the compacted shit. With the way you two girls are so heavily packed, suppositories themselves won't do the trick. But you might as well have them inserted while I prepare your enemas. Turn around again, girls, will you? Obeying mother, they turned again and bent over as Ellen now inserted a suppository into each of her girl's assholes, again pulling out brown-smudged fingers, and again wiping them off on her blouse, which the girls now took rather matter-of-factly. "Okay. sit and try to relax now as I get everything ready." From her days working at a holistic health spa, Ellen had acquired quite a bit of enema equipment. So now she went to the chest just outside the bathroom where she kept towels and other bathroom goods, and retrieved from there two large-volume red rubber enema bags, hoses dangling from them. She hadn't used this equipment for years. She then dug deeper into the chest and found what else she was looking for, two long black rubber enema nozzles. When she stepped back into the bathroom, the girls' eyes went wide as saucers as they gazed at the equipment their mother had brought in. "Oh gosh, looks like we're in for quite an ordeal, mom," Maggie said. "Yeah, but if it lets us shit out all the crap inside us, it'll be worth it." "That's right, Karen, that's what enemas are for," Ellen said, smiling. Next Ellen removed two towels from the hooks on which they were hanging, and hung the enema bags in their place. Then she attached the nozzles and made sure to clamp the hoses, as the sisters watched, intrigued, even a little spellbound. Now Ellen pulled a large translucent measuring pitcher from under the sink. It had a one gallon capacity, marked off in quarts and half-quarts. "I like to add a little of this to the water, it helps the enema have its full effect," Ellen said as she reached for the container of liquid peppermint soap and squeezed some into the pitcher. Then, testing the temperature of the water with a finger, she filled the pitcher to the 3 quart mark, shaking it a little so it would mix with the soap and turn a bit sudsy. "Is that for both of us, mom?" Maggie asked. "No, that's just for one of you, for one bag." "Wow, it seems like a whole lot, how can someone take it." "It is a lot, but you'll be surprised what your rectums, your bowels can accommodate. And Maggie, will you hold the top of the bag open so I can pour it in without spilling?" Maggie pulled the rubber bag's mouth open as her mother carefully poured in the 3 quarts of soapy enema solution, the two sisters watching the bag bulge as it filled, amazed at how it swelled up. Now Ellen repeated the process, adding another 3 quarts and some soap to the pitcher, and filling the second bag as Maggie held that one open. "Ready for your enemas, girls? Ellen said with a bright smile. The girls looked apprehensive, Karen biting her lip in a little-girl way. "They look scary, mom," Maggie said. "It will be something of an ordeal, girls, as I told you. But if you want to unclog all that shit that's making you feel so full and uncomfortable, then this is the best way to do it." "Then I guess we're ready," Karen mumbled nervously, trying to sound brave. "Okay girls, why don't you stand up and bend over, with your hands on your knees. Let me see those pretty asses," Ellen said as the sisters assumed the position. "This is kinda embarrassing, mom," Maggie said. "Yeah, sis, but mom said it's what we gotta do." "That's right girls. So now let me lubricate you," Ellen said, getting a jar of petroleum jelly, scooping up a little dab with her finger, and then digging it in between Maggie's cheeks to smear over her anus and work some inside too. Then she dug in for another dab, this one for Karen's ass. "Okay, girls, now you're ready for the nozzles and your enemas." Then Ellen slid a nozzle into Maggie's ass, and the other into Karen's, nesting them securely in their two anal passages. "Now I'm going to unclamp the hoses, so get ready." She unclamped the two hoses and knew that at that moment the two enemas were beginning to gush into her two daughters' fecally clogged rectums. "Oh god, it's really squirting inside hard, mom," Karen said. "I can really feel it, Maggie added. Ellen smiled to herself. If they were reacting like this already, she could only imagine how they'd react when each had taken her full three quarts. And then was told to retain and hold it inside!'. As more and more of the enema drained down from the bags and into her daughters' clogged rectums, Ellen could see their reactions become more and more pronounced. A big enema will always do that, she knew, especially when the bowels into which it is injected are already themselves filled with a fecal mass, as were Maggie's and Karen's. The girls were breathing hard now, squirming, fine beads of sweat forming on their backs. "God, mom, it's so intense, the way it's filling me up. I don't know how much more I can take! Maggie said. "Me neither!" her sister retorted. Looking up at the bag, Ellen could see that her daughters had taken maybe half of the bags, a quart and a half at most. There was at least that much still to go – for each of them. "You're far from finished girls. If you take an enema, you need to take it properly. And I think that in this case, as in so many others, mother knows the proper way to go about it, don't you agree?" "But we don't take enemas, we're not used to them," Maggie said, her voice a little broken. "Oh mom, I'm starting to cramp inside!" Karen said, in a broken, breathless voice. "Cramps are part of it, girls. I'm sure you'll survive. And remember, you not only need to take the rest of your enemas. But after you take them, you need to retain them, you need to hold them inside so they can do their work and loosen up all that crap that refuses to come out." "Gosh, mom, I'm not sure we'll be able to." "Of course you will, girls. Mother will insist." "It seems impossible!" Karen added. "Many things that seem impossible are possible, especially when they're necessary," Ellen said, "and taking your full enemas and holding them inside yourselves so they can do what they're supposed to do, is necessary." Toilet Trio "But for how long will be have to hold them in, mom?" Maggie said, looking at her mother beseechingly, her face scrunched up in a grimace of extreme discomfort. Her sister turned to their mother also, with precisely the same expression on her face. "We'll see when we get to that. But right now you have at least a quart to go, each of you." "Oh fuck!" Maggie cried out, clutching her tummy, "my cramps are so strong now." "I've never had cramps like this, mom!" Karen said, adding to the chorus. "Be brave, girls, be brave." They were breathing even harder now, panting, clutching their tummies, which were visibly swollen, strikingly so, especially since the two sisters both were slender, and with such massive enemas now bloating both their bowels, it really showed. A fine glaze of sweat now covered their bodies as they squirmed in discomfort. Looking up again, Elllen could see that, finally the bags were empty and that her girls had fully taken their enemas. The three quarts that minutes ago had filled each of the bags were now swelling up each of their rectal innards. "God, mom," Maggie pleaded now, looking truly desperate, "I hope you let us go now. I don't think I can hold it, and I'm sure I can shit now. God, I've never felt more like shitting in my whole life." "Me too, mom, you better let us go soon, I really, really feel Like I need to go." "That's all well and good, girls. But remember that's just what you said when you rushed to the bathroom earlier and sat on the toilet, how badly you both needed to go. Fighting with each other about who would get to shit first. And then when you tried, neither of you could really shit, remember? So be patient, girls. I know it's hard, but you need to hold it in a while longer. The enemas have to do their work inside." "But mom, I feel like I'm going to burst!" "I really, really don't think I can hold it, mom!" Karen added. "Don't exaggerate, girls. You know the old saying, mother knows best." Biting their lips, looking so very desperate, the two girls seemed more priceless than ever to their mother. "But I'll tell you one person who does need to shit, and who's going to shit right now," Ellen said to the girls with a knowing smile, "Your mother. I think with all this talk and watching you girls on the toilet and then the enemas, mother suddenly feels like taking a nice, healthy crap." So now Ellen lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and mounted the toilet. The girls watched their mother, clutching their bellies, the bellies so swollen and rounded now that the girls looked like they could both me pregnant. First Ellen began to pee, the telltale sound of urination echoing in the bathroom. "Mmmmh, that feels good," she purred. And then she strained just a bit as she could feel herself smoothly squeezing out a very big, solid log, coming out of her rectum with ease after the first little push, the first bit of effort. "And this feels even better," she said, looking at the girls a little mischievously as the sound of the massive log falling into the bowl resounded. The girls looked at their mother with such envy, seeing Ellen shit so easily while they were so desperately blocked and forced to take these big enemas they were now retaining. "Oh mom, oh mom! I can't wait, I just can't! I don't think I can help myself any longer, I just can't! Please get up off the toilet, mom, please get up! Otherwise I don't know what will happen!" Karen pleaded, squirming and wincing, doubling over now, hopping from one foot to the other, biting her lip. Maggie seemed just a little less frantic, a little less desperate, but just slightly. "Don't you dare release, Karen. Anyway, the toilet is not yet free. Mother hasn't finished shitting!" Ellen warned, happily squeezing out another big log, realizing that she too, like her daughters, had a big load to empty from her bowels. "Mmmmmmmh, it feels so good to shit," Ellen teased mercilessly, somehow loving to spur on her daughter's mounting, nearly unendurable desperation. Here she was happily shitting away while, heeding her warning, her daughters bravely clenched their shitholes to hold back the tide. For how much longer could they hold it back? For not much longer, Ellen knew, as she continued to occupy the toilet and taunt her daughters by shitting leisurely, unconcerned with the sheer desperation of their now spectacularly intense needs to expel their enemas and defecate. Though she was well aware, both from her knowledge of enemas and their administration, and from her daughters' striking expressions and pleadings, just what a dilemma they were both facing as their need to expel became downright critical and impossible to ignore. SUCH an intense need to shit, and no proper place to do it! They'd been rather bratty and willful and negligent this past year, both of them, and Ellen thought this could serve as a lesson to them, and not just a means of relieving their rectal clogging. When Ellen first stepped into the bathroom it definitely reeked of urine, since both girls had pissed very amply, and the toilet had never been flushed. Karen's hard puny turd added nothing to the odorous ambience, but now with Ellen having added her own urine to that of her daughters, and taken a very copious shit besides it, the bathroom now definitely was suffused with a very pungent aroma as the toilet filled with the liquid wastes of the two sisters, and the liquid and solid wastes of their mother, "I hope you girls don't mind the scent of your mother's shit," she said, leaning back and letting out yet another log as the two girls poured sweat now, writhing and clutching ballooning tummies, their faces a mask of urgency and desperation punctuated by the gasps that accompanied a now almost unending wave of sharp cramps torturing their bloated, explosive innards. "Mommy, please. PLEASE!" Karen gasped, reverting to the desperate pleading of the helpless little girl she once was. "Mommy, as you can plainly see, is still using the toilet!" Elllen sternly rebuked her younger daughter. "I'm begging you, mom, we're both begging you!" Maggie groaned, her eyes betraying her bewildered desperation. "I can't anymore, I just CAN"T hold it in!" Karen now sobbed, tears flowing from her eyes. "Mom's still shitting. But Maggie? Reach under the sink and you'll find a big plastic basin in there. Get it for your sister, and for yourself if I'm still on the toilet when it's your turn." Maggie hobbled awkwardly on tip-toe to the sink, almost doubling over with cramps as she retrieved the basin and set it on the floor. Seeing it, Karen began to squat down over the basin but before she could bring herself to a proper squat, the deluge suddenly began to erupt out of her shithole as her sphincter finally gave way and flared open. The tide could be held back no longer. First it was an explosive surge of muddy brown water ripping out of her anus, a torrent cascading out of her rectum with such force that it splashed wildly as it hit the basin. "Oh no!" Karen gasped as she felt both the relief and the shock, the dirty brown water splashing back up against her girlish buttocks, the pretty cheeks peppered brown now, splashing everywhere, splashing all over her mother, who sat there, astounded by the sudden force of her daughter's expulsion. "God, Karen, careful! You're getting it all over everything. You're getting it on mom!" Maggie hissed, seeing the filthy water splash out of the basin with such force that it showered the still seated Ellen, splattered her bare skin, her pulled down skirt and panties, splattered that blouse she had smudged earlier and which was now getting even more soiled with dirty brown enema water, some of that brown fecal brew even reaching up to Ellen's face and hair, as a stunned Maggie could see, but Karen could not – yet. When Karen glanced over her shoulder. a look of horror masked her face, seeing how she had dirtied her mother. Instinctively lifting herself to somehow show how sorry she was, she only made it worse, her ass higher now, as the torrent only became more powerful and intense and irregular and uncontrollable – a faucet of brown filth that could not be turned off -- the brown slurry shooting out of her shithole everywhere, splattering the walls, the cabinets, the mirrors. She had lost control and could not stop or contain her expulsion, an expulsion which now had the consistency of a thick brown slurry punctuated by solid fecal debris, little pieces and nuggets. And then, suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, an immense turd shot out of her shithole like a torpedo, thudding against her mother. Now you'd imagine Ellen to be shocked and stunned, and she was. But not exactly surprised. Or even displeased. For since her earliest days of administering enemas in that holistic clinic, she had harbored a secret fondness, even a fetish for the soiling that inevitably comes with uncontrollable shitting and the expulsion of uncontainable enemas. True, she was harsh with her daughters as they whined and complained how big their enemas were, and how they were being forced to retain them, but that was about discipline and control. But even then she was aware that they could not maintain that control forever, no one with a 3 quart enema and bowels coiled with compacted shit could. She knew that, unless she let them use the toilet --– which she pointedly refused – that this would happen, that one or the other would surrender and, unable to hold it in a minute longer, would unleash a flood of filth. And it is that flood of filth, roaring out of her daughter's anal spout, like a wildcat oil well, that Ellen now cherished and embraced. "Look at you go, baby, just look at you go!" Ellen said, a smile on her face, a smile of delight, almost of pride that they had been able to wait this long, pride in her daughters, both the one shitting and the one retaining surprised by their mother's reaction. Surprised that their mother, rather than offering sharp rebuke, was now expressing thrilled delight. "Oh mom, I'm so, so sorry," Karen said, still puzzled by her mother's mixed reactions over these dramatic minutes, still spouting everywhere, the muddy slurry mixed with the fat and greasy brown logs spraying and splattering and bulleting everywhere, making the whole bathroom and its occupants, including herself, look like the inside of a well-used toilet, the reeking stench of shit pervasive. Meanwhile, inside Maggie another fecal storm, a fecal tornado was brewing. But she was still too transfixed by her sister's extravagant expulsions, her filthy, stinking outpourings, to yet unleash her own storm. Now Elllen slid all the way back on the toilet seat, leaving half of it exposed. "Come down here, Karen, come join your mother on the toilet," Ellen said. Karen, still intermittently crapping out bursts of enema sludge and fecal debris, was at first puzzled. Then her mother tapped the toilet seat. "Right here, baby, right up against your mother," she said. Karen figured it out, seating herself, wedging herself down on the toilet seat against her mother, her back to her. She could feel her mother's big breasts pressing against her back. She often envied those full, mature breasts, wondering if one day she'd have a pair like that herself. Now they were mashed against her, and that somehow brought a jolt to the excitable eighteen year old's clit. "God, mom, this is really close, is it okay?" Karen asked, craning her neck to look back at her mother. "Sure, baby, just keep crapping it out." Maggie meanwhile, clutching her tummy and squirming, in desperate need herself, was spellbound by what she was witnessing as her sister, now seated on the toilet with her mom, resumed expelling her enema and shitting. A moment later another gigantic burst exploded out of Karen's bowels, landing not just in the bowl but splattering all over her own bottom and her mother's, dirtying and soiling them even more than they already were. When Karen had been expelling into the basin and her enema was splashing back up against her pussy and ass, it was just water and her shit. But now, seated like this, squeezed against her mother and crapping out her enema, what was splashing back up against both her pussy and ass and Ellen's was not just what was in her rectum, but all the piss – hers, her sister's and her mother's – that had already filled the toilet bowl, and maybe even some of her mother's shit, as well as her own, of course. "God, just look at you two," Maggie gasped, astounded by the perverse intimacy of her mother and her sister. Suddenly Karen let out an immense turd. and as she squeezed it out of her ass, seated like this, it slid right over her mother's cunt. "Oh God, mom, did I just crap that one right on your pussy?" "You did, baby, but somehow your mom enjoys having your big warm, greasy log glide over her vulva as it drops to the toilet." "Vulva? I haven't heard that word since high school sex ed, mom. Sounds dirty when you say it now." "That's because you're helping to make my vulva very dirty, honey." "Your vulva probably now looks like my girlfriend Charlene's; she's black," Karen said as she and her mother chuckled at this; Maggie too. "I think it's time for me to join the party, you guys, and get myself and you two dirty too. I don't know how I've been able to hold it in this long already," Maggie said. "Yes, baby, you finally need to shit out your guts and join the soiling soiree" Then Ellen suddenly felt the urge in her bowels again and unexpectedly let out another big log. Hers was noticeable as it plopped into the toilet with a thud, rather than the liquidy rush that at the moment was again spurting out from Karen's spout as the brown gruel of her enema. The bathroom reeked beyond belief at this point, the fecal stench both overpowering and strangely intoxicating. "How should I do it, mom?" Maggie asked, looking so helpless and cute, "should I try to go in the basin, like Karen did?" "No, what's the point now, baby," her mother told her, "the bathroom and the three of us are as filthy as the filthiest unflushed and uncleaned toilet, so you might as well just let go any which way." This was true. It's like a fecal bomb had exploded in the bathroom. Everything and everyone was splattered with brown discharge, with splashes and splatterings and clumps of what had erupted from young Karen's pressurized bowels – Ellen and the girls, the floor, the walls, the mirror and bathtub and towels and the robes hanging from hooks, the face cloths and bath mat, the bathtub, all the bars of soap, the bottles of shampoo and hair-conditioner, everything and everywhere and everyone. The floor, especially, was puddled with brown enema waste and cluttered with turds, large and small. "I'm ready mom, Maggie said." "Turn so your pretty ass faces the two of us," Ellen urged. "But then I'll really get it over the two of you" Maggie said, looking in wonder at her mother and sister, sharing the toilet seat, squeezed together on it. "I think that may be just what we have in mind, isn't Karen?" Ellen. "Anything you say, mom." "Bombs away, Maggie!" Ellen said cheerily, urging her daughter, "reach back and spread wide so we have a good view." Maggie did just that, exposing her anus, flaring from all the pressure just inside it, pressure about to be released. "Here goes, mom. Here goes, Karen," Maggie said as suddenly, with an unforgettable sputtering roar, the enema began to blast out of Maggie's rectum like a gushing fire hydrant completely out of control. She stood maybe four, five feet from the toilet, but the power, the force of her expulsion sent those filthy brown bursts of enema and shit, of rectal discharge, cascading over her sister and mother both. It was like her ass was an enema-and-shit cannon, and her mother and sister were targets now bombarded by her fecal firepower. Though expecting it, the shock of its suddenness, and the sheer force of it, stunned the two on the toilet as the massive discharge exploding out of Maggie's bowels landed over both of them. It splashed and splattered them, the turds 'thudding' against their skin, their clothes, even their faces, like soft, brown, greasy bullets and grenades. "God, mom! This is so filthy and dirty and twisted!" Karen gasped. "It is, baby, and it's also wonderful!" Ellen whispered softly in her daughter's ear as the discharge continued, Maggie blasting spurt after spurt, turd after turd, Ellen reaching under Karen's now soaked and soiled T-shirt, clinging to her skin, minutes ago white and now turned brown, reaching up to fondle Karen's two modest teenage breasts, the nipples as stiff as little corks. And while Maggie just kept on expelling and releasing, her younger sister continued her discharge, those bowels of hers, after all, having been injected with a three quart enema and been utterly clogged with shit even before that enema. There was much to discharge, the extravagant abundance of a clotted rectum emptying itself of shit and enema both. As one daughter, standing and aiming, showered them with fecal filth, Ellen could feel the other daughter continue to expel and shit, and could feel all that crap, a stew of shit and muddy water, continue to splash out from her shithole and upwards from the toilet bowl, soiling them both. The violent torrent of brown filth exploding out of the two teenage girls' rectums was just extraordinary, a flood, a deluge. This was a true fecal fantasia, and Ellen couldn't get enough of it. And this fantasia was an odorous one, to be sure, like a crappy and pissy swamp or jungle. The air was thick with the scent of piss and shit, the bathroom reeking from this fetid stew of fecal and urinary aromas. The stench was so vivid it was as though Ellen and her daughters had had their nostrils coated with some fecal salve and urinary nose spray. Later, Ellen knew that she and Karen and Maggie would enjoy the accompanying tastes, when she'd have the three of them carefully lick each other's greasy shitholes nice and clean, tasting what they were now smelling and feeling. And then there were the sounds, a virtual symphony of rectal discharges and defecations, sounds that ranged from the explosive release of big, solid logs of shit, to the uncoiling of fecal 'snakes' from anal spouts, to the rush of pressurized fluid escaping enema-engorged bowels. And now Ellen had yet another idea, her filthy imagination uncorked. "Maggie, honey, try to hold it in for a minute, okay? I want to see you and your sister do something different." "Okay, mom, it's hard, but I'll try," Maggie said, clenching her anus shut with great effort. Once the tide had been unleashed it didn't want to be held back again. "Now Maggie I want to you lay down on the floor, on your back." "In all this muck, mom?" Maggie said, pointing to the filthy floor. "I think at this point it doesn't make much difference, does it?" Ellen said to her daughter, sweeping her hand over the three of them, and the bathroom, a room and its occupants so befouled by this time that no positioning could make any of them any filthier than they already were. So Maggie lay on the floor. "And Karen, would you get up off the toilet now and take hold of your sister's ankles and pull her legs all the way back, jackknife them, so her ass is pointing straight up, okay?" Karen hobbled off the toilet, took hold of Maggie's ankles and pulled back, as told. "Like this, mom?" "Exactly like that. And now Maggie, you can resume emptying your bowels." Unclenching her anus, her rectum erupted again, except this time what came out of her shot straight up, like a geyser, like old faithful, if a geyser were a fountain of shit and fecally infused enema water. Toilet Trio "Wow!" Karen said in wonder, as Maggie's shithole spouted, sending the geyser several feet up in the air, with real force, the eruption then falling back on Maggie and splattering over her sister. "God, that's so freaky, mom!" Maggie gasped as she crapped out her guts straight up and then found herself showered with her own shit as it rained down on her. Every few seconds a turd emerged, rose, and dropped back down on Maggie. One especially big log of shit fell right on Maggie's face as she reached to move it aside. Ellen couldn't believe the sheer delicious obscenity of what she was witnessing. And if that weren't enough, Karen suddenly let out another monstrous burst from deep inside her bowels, expelling yet another volume of long stewing enema water and its accompaniment of greasy logs. Ellen herself was sure she had finished shitting, But the girls, so spectacularly clogged and bloated, took several more long minutes to finally empty themselves and their bowels. By the time all three rectums had been emptied, the toilet was almost overflowing and the bathroom was so filthy that Ellen wondered if it would ever be clean again, if it would ever smell normal, or if a trace of fecal aroma would linger forever. Finally, at mother's direction, the three cleaned up, flushing the toilet, mopping and scooping. And att mother's insistence, the cleaning up began by the three of them licking each other's shitholes clean, shitholes from which tons of crap and filth had escaped over the last hour. Finally they showered together and scrubbed each other clean. In the corner a pile of soiled clothes sat in a big wet, filthy clump. Karen's and Maggie's panties and tops, Ellen's blouse and skirt and underwear. Those garments still flashed some of their original colors, but over all there was a brown patina. "I guess we might as well throw all of that out," Maggie said, pointing to the pile of soiled garments. "No, let's not," Ellen said, "I'll launder them. I'm sure I won't be able to get all of it out, all of the shit, and there probably will be some smudging and staining left behind. But that, girls, will be a reminder to us all of what happened here today, won't it?" "It sure will, mom," Maggie said. imagining putting on the freshly laundered pair of panties that were once white as snow, and now were tinged a pale shade of brown, that brown a fusion of her mother's shit, her own and her sister's.