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Posted by CASSIE on December 04, 1998 at 10:24
Well, I'm sure we're making quite an impression on our new city here in Madison. Or at least Hannah is. I am petrified at the thought of someone I know seeing me in wet or messy pants, especially if they were to think I had done it on purpose, but Hannah is wacko! She really loves the public accident thing. So there we were on a city bus with about 5 others at 9pm. We were both wearing black spandex running pants because we were on the way back from the gym across town and Hannah had on pink halter top. She's 5'5" and about 115 lbs for those of you who don't know. Short blond hair and really pretty.
She was obviously frisky because she kept petting my leg and running her fingers up a little further every time. I was too busy thinking about the paper I had due this morning (Thursdays suck in college because big assignments are usually due on Friday) but she leaned over to me and said, "got pee?" under her breath. We have a little in-joke about those "got milk?" commercials and we ask "got pee?" whenever we want to have some wet fun. I just looked at her surprised. I was on the inside seat and wetness doesnn't show very well through spandex, but she knows my fear of public displays. There was an evil glimmer in her eye though and my assignment began to fade in importance.
"Maybe," I replied, thinking about the possibility. No one could see below our heads and a little wet spot probably wouldn't hurt anything.
She was looking around the bus and said, "I really have to poop."
Then I got more nervous. "You're not going to do it here," I asked, but I knew the answer. It was turning me on so bad but I knew we would have to walk back to our apartment and her pants would be full.
She just smiled and leaned back in the seat. She had to raise herself up a little and my heart started beating. I couldn't see anything or even smell it but the look of pleasure that crossed her face told me she was really doing it. The excitement was too much. I wanted to wet myself bad so I relaxed as I watched her there, so sweet and cute, filling her pants. Hot wetness began in my crotch and I could feel a puddle form under my thighs and run under my butt. I let it all out, knowing it was creating quite a puddle below my seat. Hannah had her eyes closed and was just rocking back in forth in pure pleasure. I noticed her crotch was glistening and I knew she was wetting herself as well. My heart was beating hard as I imagined what she had done inside her panties, and then the smell became noticeable. I was frantic that someone was going to see, especially as the bus came to a halt. But instead, three people got off leaving only two and the bus driver.
Hannah closed her eyes again saying, "I still have to go." Suddenly a look of both surprise and amusement crossed her eyes. I looked down and could see the puddle that had formed under her was slightly brown.
"What's the matter?" I asked, out of breath.
"A little more than I thought," she replied. "And softer." She started giggling and put her hand to her mouth. By this point I was actually rubbing my wet crotch. She was terrible!
The bus stopped at our stop and my heart sank. There was only one way out -- the front. We had to pass the other two passengers and the driver! The passengers were both guys in their 40's and the bus driver was an older man. We had to get out and besides, the bus was only likely to get fuller. Hannah looked at me at the corner of her eyes with an "are-you-ready?" look on her eyes. She was smiling! My head was spinning. There was no way out. I got to my feet. The whole world seemed to disappear for that moment as we walked towards the front of the bus.
In horror I could see she REALLY had messed herself good. My wetness barely showed but she had a damp patch over her entire little hiney and it was obviously brown and lumpy up between her crack and partly down both thighs. Not to mention the odor. Worse, she wasn't walking nearly as fast as she could and both men noticed her immediately, their eyes widening at the sight. Neither said anything, their eyes riveted the what she had done in her pants. I pushed her in the back to hurry her and she rounded the corner at the front and descended the steps. I didn't even check to see if the driver noticed.
At least it was dark. "I can't believe you did that!" I said out of breath, slightly upset but also turned on. She was giggling uncontrollably saying, "let's get home." I sighed in relief and I hurried her to a darker part of the street.
We did manage to get home without anyone seeing us. But ass we were walking up the step Hannah pulled her pants down in the back just enough for me to see her white underwear was soaked with pee and poop. "Stop!" I said pushing her inside. Inside she began to rub herself hard between the legs moaning in exctasy. I pulled down her pants myself to see the mess. Her little rear was smeared with poop! It was awesome! There was still lumps in her shorts and it had, by this point, run down her legs to her knees. She pulled down my own wet pants and we fell to the floor in the kitchen.
A half hour later we lay there in a puddle, spent. I remembered that stupid paper and moaned -- and not out of enjoyment. An hour and a half later, after cleaning up, I finally got to work on it and was up half the night. But it was worth it. What a night.
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Victorian Values - The Final Chapter

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Posted by Toby on September 25, 1999 at 12:33
Hello again,
Well here is the final chapter of 'Victorian Values', and I hope it provides a satisfactory finale to the story. Thank you to those of you who have complimented my efforts over the last few months, I do appreciate your encouragement.
Please enjoy Chapter 10.
Regards,
Toby.

Chapter X - The Folly
The day of the orgy couldn't come quickly enough for the residents of Hardlog House. Traditionally Georgina invited all the staff as well as her guests for a evening of blatant erotic indulgence involving filling knickers and breeches plus some good hard ravishing thrown in for good measure.
The Roman folly was decorated with scented flowers and heavy perfumes. There was some food laid out, plenty of wine and lots of cushions and soft cloths laid out over the floor. During the preparations Felicity noticed a small annex to the folly which Georgina said had been used by her grandfather to keep dogs in as a sort of elaborate kennel. Felicity took the time to look inside out of curiosity. She found the place covered in rubbish and possibly had rats. She shivered and turned to go. Then by the door she spied a row of hooks onto which were hung some old studded leather dog collars and leads. They were dusty but intact. She scanned the row and without a second thought picked out a large sized collar and lead. She left quickly closing the door behind her.
All the guests were to wear 'togas' of some form and nothing else except some specially made undergarments which Georgina and Fanny had prepared for the occasion. For the gentlemen a pair of short 'pants' fastened at the waist and legs with ties. A small flap at the front allowed easy access to their most important asset. These were of transparent muslin so that little was concealed beneath them. The ladies wore a more feminine version of the garment but these were modified with a small slit in the gusset to allow the men to enter them while keeping a nice filling in their knickers.
By the late afternoon the guests had begun to arrive and were promptly shown to their rooms. As well as herself, Felicity and the servants, Georgina had invited Richard and Ben Arcey, Cathy, Jane and Paul Enema her cousins from Boston in America, and Lady Harriet Loose - Drawers a rather prim and haughty young girl of about twenty years old who seemed unlikely to have much fun judging by her airs. Georgina reassured her that her eyes would be widened once Lady Harriet had sampled the wine.
They assembled in the garden by the fountain at seven in the evening all dressed up to indulge. Jane and Paul were due to visit anyway as they were in England and Georgina had managed to despatch the constipatory herbs in time for them to prepare. Jane kept referring to her knickers as panties, which delighted the English girls. Cathy set the tone by announcing in her bubbly way that she needed to pee and at once gathered her toga tightly between her legs and promptly loosed a torrent which soaked her toga and ran in warn streams down to the ground. The men cheered and the girls squealed as Cathy wiggled her bottom as she showed off.
The ice having been broken, the party made its way to the temple folly and was greeted by the sumptuous arrangements Georgina had made.
Felicity had been trying to catch Ben's eye but he was avoiding her gaze for the time being. She planned something in her head with which to capture and hold his attention later on, for her ultimate amusement.
Lady Harriet was on her second glass of wine and was thoughtfully casting her eye over Cecil Pitt the gardener. Georgina watched her. Typical she thought once she gets going she likes nothing more than to indulge with a rougher class of man. How Pitt would enjoy her smooth skin and delicate figure once she laid herself open to him.
Stools and Fanny stood together, Georgina knew they would start with each other and then most likely move off to enjoy other delights. Cathy seemed game for young Paul and Jane seemed game for anyone. Richard held her hand as he surveyed the guests with her.
"I'm not too sure about Ben and Felicity," he said sounding concerned. "I really thought that they might enjoy each others company but it appears otherwise."
"Give them time Richard dear," said Georgina softly. "They are young and need time to settle in to the atmosphere."
" Ladies and Gentlemen" announced Stools on cue from Georgina. "I must remind you that we have to following draughts available with which to enjoy the evening. In this bowl we have fruit juices for those who wish to enjoy a softer movement and in this bowl an infusion which will guarantee a good hard firm movement. Please indulge and enjoy the evening."
Excitedly Cathy moved towards the fruits and took a long drink from a glass. She squealed with delight and went on to eat some food. Jane flitted between to two and finally chose to mix half-and-half. Paul selected a 'hard infusion as did Richard and Ben. Georgina elected for a soft motion as did Stools and Fanny. Lady Harriet took two glasses of the hard stuff and thrust one firmly into Cecil Pitt's hand. Felicity finally got to whisper into Ben's ear.
"Do exactly as I say tonight and our little secret will be safe" she said selecting a glass of the 'hard' juice and swallowing it in on gulp, her eyes firmly fixed on Ben. Ben gulped and sipped his drink carefully unsure of what was to happen.

Ever the extrovert Cathy was casually laying back enjoying her food when her eyes stared ahead.
"Oh no it's coming," she squealed and quickly got to her feet. Without a second thought she divested herself of her toga and skipped to the centre of the floor where she stood naked except for the transparent knickers, her firm breasts pointing out from her body tipped with her pink nipples. She wriggled and finally bent over with her hands on her thighs.
"Here it comes, oh my it's a big one" she gasped breathlessly.
The guests gathered behind her to witness her show. Her blonde hair was tied up loosely and looked as if it was about to come undone. Her firm slender body and buttocks clearly visible through the sheer muslin as was her little mound which was framed in faint light brown hairs. Soon a faint crackle was heard and a dark shape began to emerge from her puckered hole. She gave a grunt her tummy contracting vigorously as the lump grew until it touched the thin material. Then with a long terse gasp the hard point pushed the material out as Cathy filled her gusset with a long firm poo. She spread her legs a little revealing her pink slit through the gap in her gusset as the soft pieces Cathy had wished for came forth in two long pieces dropping into her knickers filing her up slowly with their soft mush. She gasped with relief as she peed for the second time allowing the stream to flow out of her gusset onto the marble floor to form a lovely golden puddle. She finished and stood up pulling her knickers into herself and sighed at the felt of her mess against her body.
She shook her head allowing her long blonde hair to tumble onto her shoulders then she took Paul's hand and led him away. The other couples began to caress and touch each other in varying degrees of intimacy. Lady Harriet seemed happy conversing with Pitt for the time being although her body language was beginning to give her away. She was feeling her body beneath her toga in little touches. She was also clearly admiring his sun worn skin and firm muscles as she was clearly remarking on his physique and touching his skin with her fingertips as she spoke.
Felicity looked around her. Ben sat eating with his back to her clearly unsure of the situation. Georgina was standing with her eyes closed and Richard stood behind her, he had lowered the top of her toga and was caressing her breasts with his fingers. Cathy had by now removed Paul's penis from the confines of his pants and was sucking him from a kneeling position where her full bulging knickers could clearly be seen.
But what of Jane. Felicity looked around and saw her coming towards her. She was an attractive girl with a curvaceous figure, not thin, or fat but nicely full and rounded in the right places. She had dark brown hair and greenish eyes which somewhat sparkled as she came to Felicity's side.
"I want to try something new Felicity" she said with her soft Boston accent. "I want to fill my panties with another woman." Felicity found the idea novel if not entirely unfamiliar.
"I believe that would be a good way of getting to know each other" said Felicity with a smile and took Jane's hand a led her to a place with a pile of cushions for comfort. They were also directly in front of Ben Arcey.
To say that Jane's offer was a gift would be an understatement. Felicity would now have the pleasure of an intimate game with a lovely girl while to object of her true lust would watch her. She would frustrate him. It would serve him right. She looked over at Lady Harriet and Pitt. The prim lady had now divested herself of the toga and was laid back in the cushions with her shapely legs clad in stockings and shoes, parted widely to allow Pitt to do his worst. His swarthy face was buried down between Lady Harriet's legs she had a determined glare on her face as she looked at him with animal lust burning in her eyes. Her body writhed with pleasure as Mr Pitts experienced tongue lapped at her soft pink bud. Felicity noticed the contrast between her pale complexion and his weather worn leathery texture as his muscles fought to keep Lady Harriet's writhing body under firm control.
Felicity felt Jane's hands caress her body and her soft lips planted kisses on her neck and shoulders. She felt herself warming up and also felt the first twinges of her quite full bowels. She panicked a little she wanted to save herself for later, she decided that Jane should have her attention in the hope that her mind, and her body, might be distracted. She sat up and removed her toga exposing her now firm nipples. She reached down and helped Jane's divest herself of the linen garment. Felicity now took the lead and gently kissed Jane's neck and plump breasts feeling her chest rise and fall as her breathing quickened. She took a nipple into her mouth feeling its firmness between her lips. She looked up and saw Stools and Fanny copulating frantically. She was on her knees with her bottom in the air and her head on a cushions squealing as Stool's glistening rod shafted her relentlessly from behind. Suddenly she stopped him looked over her shoulder at him then gave a huge gasp as her belly contracted. At once a bulge appeared in her knickers above Stool's thick member. It grew emanating a lovely sticky squelch with could be heard all around the folly.
"Bravo Fanny" called Richard. The maid giggled as Stools resumed his ritual shafting squashed her full knickers against her bottom. Soon Stools growled and Felicity saw the seat of his pants darken then grow as he filled them up with his firm emission which was followed shortly by squeals of delight from the pair of them as they spent themselves together.
Felicity had not neglected Jane during the distraction. He hands had found hard little bud between her legs and she played with her dipping into Jane's now wet tunnel to slicken her fingertips. Her other finger caressed her tummy gently circling her fingertips with her touch. Felicity wanted to lick another woman desperately to see what it was like. How would she taste. She kissed Jane's belly gently and kissed her mound slowly moving towards her pink petalled opening. She ran her tongue along between her legs, which made Jane moan loudly. Felicity found her hard bud and played with it using her tongue.
"You look beautiful Felicity" said Georgina's calm voice. Then Felicity spied Ben out ov the corner of her eye. He was watching her intently, transfixed. She carefully moved herself around so that her own wet pink opening was facing him. She spread her knees so that she was open to him teasing him whilst keeping up her ministrations to the now writhing Jane.
Suddenly Jane gently pushed her head away.
"I going to go Felicity, I going to do it in my panties. Oh no." she struggled up to a squatting position and her breathing became quicker. Her panties were tight around her bottom as she fought against her convulsing belly.
"Oh its coming, oh here its comes" she gasped then her eyes widened as she braced herself for the push. With a glorious crackle her tight gusset bulged slowly as her little hole disgorged a nice soft load of golden brown mess into her panties. The poor girl was speechless as another push hit her and pushed some more into the tight confined space. Then there was a sharp tear as the stitching tore under the pressure and some poo oozed through the hole. She lost her balance an sat back squealing as the mess was spread down her legs, up her back and out of every opening in her dirty panties. As she fingered herself to an orgasm Jane closed her eyes to savour her warm messy bottom.
"A beautiful performance Miss Jane" said Stools as he and Fanny lay recovering from their exertions.
"Oh, thank you" gasped Jane still indulging herself. Felicity's eyes were focussed on Georgina and Richard as they stood as before she with her legs now parted and wearing only her knickers. He was still behind her his hands between her legs, one at the front one behind caressing her holes together.
On the other side of the room Lady Harriet pushed Mr Pitts head firmly away and he knelt up. She mouthed something to him, which Felicity couldn't quite hear or understand. It looked like '….. me' and the first word seemed to begin with 'F', anyway whatever it was she could see what it meant for Pitt took hold of his manhood and placed the tip against Lady Harriet's opening. He leaned forward placing his hands either side of her body and thrust his hips forwards. Lady Harriet gave a gasp as Felicity watched Mr Pitt's length disappear into her body only to appear seconds later wet and glistening with her juices.
Lady Harriet seemed to snarl at Mr Pitt like a cat, her lithe body writhing with his deep hard thrusts she was encouraging him.
"Come on, come on" she said through gritted teeth "I can feel it coming on. Are you coming on too?" she asked.
"Yes m'lady" gasped Pitt, ever respectful, as they pushed into each other with great force. "Now, now m'lady" gasped Pitt
"Yes, its coming oh yes" she squealed. With that they both arched their backs and Pitt pinned Lady Harriet to the bed by her hands as they closed their eyes and grunted hard. Felicity saw their respective gussets almost explode as each pushed a firm hard lump into their knickers and pants together. Lady Harriet seemed determined to fill her tight knickers in as short a time as possible and she quite succeeded as her terse gasps proved accompanied by some loud sticky squelches and a brown mess spreading quickly across her bottom.
Pitt gave a harsh cry as his pants spread with a dark mass filling the gusset until it oozed along underneath and up the crack between his cheeks. He resumed his hard shafting of Lady Harriet pressing her mess against her body with each thrust until neither could hold back and with a squeal and a cry their bodies writhed together in orgasm as they shuddered and shook against each other in a grand finale.
Felicity heard Georgina and Richard groaning Richard's hands were underneath her and he was whispering words of encouragement into her ear as she was filling her knickers on his demand.
"Just a small piece my darling" he whispered.
"Yes, yes here it comes" she gasped," just a little piece" a short crackle and gasp from Georgina and she became to relax again.
"That's beautiful my love so small and soft shall a press it against you?" he asked.
"Yes Please….Oh that's nice" she writhed as he pushed the firm poo against her body. "I going to do some more, just a small piece" she gasped. Another little grunt. "Oh yes press it into me again…..Ah that's lovely" she eased a little more into her knickers each time and was rewarded with her firm poo being massaged into her body in a warn soft mess by his hand.
"Oh its coming too hard now I can't hold it back. Oh Richard hold me" she grunted loudly as her body squeezed her bowel's remaining contents into her knickers with a soft sticky squelch. "Take me Richard, now" she begged as Richard moved his erect penis between her legs as she arched her back to receive him and did so with a satisfied gasp. They rammed into each other for a short time until they both gave a harsh cry and began to shudder together in a helpless spend.
Cathy was already kneeling with Paul's wet rod glistening in her hand as she rubbed it vigorously until he cried aloud and shot his white fluid over her breasts and belly. Cathy gasped as he skin was splattered with his hot juice. She fingered herself and came quickly.
"You've made a mess" she scolded him and Paul smiled.
"Well I must wash it away then" he said smiling and he took his softening penis and held it against her breasts.
"No, no you naughty boy" squealed Cathy then "Ah" as his warm golden pee flooded over her breasts washing the sticky semen from her nipples and belly. Cathy held his penis for him washing his warm liquid over her body in a rare delight.
Felicity felt alone. She had been watching the others who had now spent for the time being at least and they seemed to be watching her, and Ben. She turned to look at him he was still sheepishly avoiding her gaze. Right now to teach him a lesson. She got up feeling the stomach cramps return and she knew she must hurry or she would fill her knickers prematurely and that would never do. She lifted some cushions and brought out the leather collar and lead she had found earlier and had since cleaned up.
She advanced boldly on Ben and slapped the collar around his neck. He made to protest but she caught his eye and glared at him. He allowed her to fasten the collar and sat meekly on the end of a leather strap awaiting his mistress's instructions.
"Take off your robe and lie on your back" she ordered. He obliged and lay there awaiting her next move. Felicity stood astride him making sure he had a good view between her legs for he would observe plenty of interest there in the next few minutes, Felicity was certain of that. She relaxed and felt the burning sensation between her legs. She squatted over his belly and groin and looked down at herself as she burst into a hot deluge over him. Her golden stream of warm water pooled on his stomach and ran down either side of his body and between his legs. His groin was occupied by a large stiff rod, which became visible through the transparent wet material much to Felicity delight. She looked at his face he was certainly aroused at the sight of a seventeen-year-old girl straddling him and peeing gleefully over his body. She considered confidently that any man, who was not aroused by such a sight, must be dead.
As her torrent subsided she knew her bowels would be straining for release soon so she knelt astride him so that she could feel his hard member against her wet pink petals which were now getting wetter with anticipation.
She shifted position onto his stomach and settled there waiting for the first push. It came soon and Felicity found herself grinding into his belly as the tip emerged, her face was glowing with exertion as she fought to keep the monster in for as long as she could. Ben closed hi eyes. Felicity shortened the lead and tugged on it.
"Watch me slave" she said, the last word surprised her she hadn't meant to say it but she was glad she did. She meant it.
Ben looked up between her legs. Felicity felt her body still keeping up the pressure. She slowly lifted her body allowing the poo to emerge into the gap in her knickers. She stopped rising then move her hips back allowing the piece to ooze into the back filling her gusset slowly. Then she moved backwards and watched Ben's face as he was treated to the delight of feeling her load spread in a warm mass across his belly and watching the brown mess emerge from her dilated hole.
She gave a couple more terse grunts to push the remaining soft pieces in her knickers, then she sat down. Ben groaned as he felt the warm mess spread further across his belly held only by the flimsy confines of her knickers. Felicity fingered herself as she felt the warm mess spread up her bottom and came with a shudder. She waited until the pleasure had subsided before standing up and tugging her slave to his feet.
"Fill your pants for me now!" She ordered. Ben looked anguished but he stood legs apart and gave several pushes but nothing.
"Hurry up slave. I want you to fill them now!" Felicity became aware that all other activities had ceased and that all eyes were engaged on the tableau that was being performed by the two of them. Ben looked at her in despair.
"I'm sorry mistress I am too hard". Mistress he had said mistress thought Felicity. She revelled in her power for a minute then reached for the fruit juice.
"Drink this," she ordered, handing him the bowl. He drank quickly spilling the contents over his chest and body as he did so. He put the bowl down quenched then started to strain again. This time his stomach gave a few welcome rumbles as he braced himself for the onslaught. It came a few minutes later. His pants almost exploded with the soft warm mess that slithered out of him filling the gusset and spreading down his legs and front and back. He looked at Felicity still gasping at his body's exertions and she almost felt sorry for him.
As the flow stopped Felicity organised the finale. She lay back on the cushions pulling the lead so that he had to kneel between her legs. She raided her legs up so that her knees were level with her breasts exposing her full knickers and her pink hole for his delight.
"Now ravish me slave" she snarled and pulled his lead so that he almost fell onto her. He placed his penis inside her and Felicity gasped as she felt him fill her with his warm rigid length. She pulled his head down and began to kiss his mouth with quick kisses she took his lip in her teeth and pulled it gently as he continued his hard pumping into her body.
"Come on" she said unable to believe her own voice "Harder, ravish me harder you beast of a slave." Soon she felt the hot burning inside her as his slick penis shafted her relentlessly and soon the warmth spread to seemingly every part of her body as she squealed and was wracked by the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. She saw lights, the sounds around her faded as the experience lasted for what seemed like an age until she felt Ben changed his rhythm and soon her jerked and filled her tunnel with his copious hot emission.
They lay there regaining their breath, slowly returning to normality.
"Felicity Fanshawe you are a disgrace to the family " said a harsh but familiar voice behind her. She looked up.
"Mother! But I thought.." started Felicity.
"And as for you Georgina and your 'friends'" continued mother with some spite, "You must all be ashamed of yourselves". Georgina took a step forward.
"No Mildred we are not ashamed of ourselves we harm no one and enjoy ourselves at no cost to anyone else. And as for Felicity, why she has seem more of life with me that she ever would have done in that stuffy Pantsdown Hall!"
Felicity disentangled herself from Ben and stood up to face mother she stood there with her lead in her hand and a meek looking Ben on the other end of it.
"And who is this creature" bellowed mother, not really wishing to know.
"He is a friend and a partner," said Felicity her voice lowering as she spoke. Her mother decided to waste no more time.
"I don't care young lady, I only came to tell you that we are leaving England next month to live in India for three years. But I see that the time was inopportune. As the situation your father is engaged in does not allow for the whole family to travel we must find accommodation for you until we return. Although in the current circumstances I wonder if it's wise to have you back. If this ever got out into society your father and I would be disgraced!" said mother. Felicity burst into tears.
"That's all you cared about was your place in society, you didn't ever care about me. I don't want to go anywhere with you I shall remain here." She cried.
"So be it" said her mother "I shall have your belongings sent up." With that she turned and floated out of the room like a warship in full sail.
***
Felicity sat staring out of the window at the rain outside. She had found out so much about herself over the last few weeks. She found out that Ben had admitted to his brother about the ravishing he had given Felicity at the fair and he was almost beaten for it until he told of Felicity's manner. He was instructed therefore to be submissive before her or Richard would see that he was punished for his act. It transpired that Ben had been overcome with desire to be Felicity's slave, finding a side to his character that he never knew existed. He was happy to fulfil her every dream.
Felicity rose from the window seat, it was getting dark. The door opened. It was Fanny.

"Good evening Miss Felicity, the guests have started to arrive," she said smiling.
"Thank you Fanny I'll join Georgina downstairs directly" the door closed. Felicity looked at herself in the mirror. She looked striking with her thick auburn hair cascading onto her shoulders, her eyes were outlined in soft dark pencil and she wore black silk knickers and a black silk basque. She admired herself before turning and walking to the door. She picked up the leather lead and opened the door.
"If your very good with me tonight slave I may let you fill your pants and sit in it as a reward" she whispered.
"Thank you mistress" said a meek voice as it followed her downstairs to the party.
THE END


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    Victorian Values - Ch.5 The Gardeners Cottage

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    Posted by Toby on August 19, 1999 at 12:18
    Hello again all,
    I am trying to post each of the Chapters reasonably closely together so that those of you who are following the story (there is one somewhere in there, I think), get some continuity. The rest of you probably don't care as long as there is plenty of eroticism and some nice full knickers. Well, the good news is that there is, so please enjoy Chapter 5.
    Regards,
    Toby
    PS. I think it's a little longer than usual, I don't whether to apologise or not. Oh well.
    Chapter V - The Gardeners Cottage
    It was a lovely morning as Felicity awoke. The sun peeped through the curtains announcing the day as a feast of summer warmth. Felicity was still high in excitement from her activities the previous day. She decided that she would go for a walk around the garden before breakfast so that the day would have plenty in store for her. She dressed in a light cotton summer dress and few petticoats. She admired herself in the mirror then put on her shoes.
    "Good morning Miss Felicity" said Stools with a smile.
    "Good morning Mr Stools" she replied "I'm just going for an early morning constitutional in the garden".
    "Very good ma'am" replied Stools "I'll have some tea ready for you when you return" She thanked him and ran into the garden. She made her way down to the fountain breathing in the chilled fresh morning air with the warm sun on her face. The sound of the water awakened her to the fact that she had not used the pot that morning and she needed to go. She had put on her 'cut' knickers this morning for no other reason than to feel the cool air between her legs and to arouse herself with naughty thoughts. She looked around. She didn't want to pee herself quite so early so she squatted down on the path, felt between her legs to part the cotton gusset. She let herself relax to pee copiously onto the gravel. She smiled blissfully as her cramped tummy released her morning water from between her legs. She heard a knock on glass and turned her head to realise that she was peeing in full view of the house. Waving to her from an upstairs window was Georgina. She waved back smiling still peeing her golden water onto the path as she did so.
    She finished, stood up and felt a little naughty. She walked around the fountain trailing her fingers in the cool water and became aware of the sound of someone digging on the other side of the garden away from the house. She decided it must be Mr Pitt so she thought she would walk over to introduce herself. As the sound got louder she found herself by the path that led to the church. She followed a narrow track through the trees to a small cottage. It was a beautiful place set in a hollow with a large shed and greenhouse at the side. Beyond the shed was a large vegetable garden and she could see a man at work amongst the radishes.
    "Good morning" she said brightly "It's Mr Pitt isn't it?" the man stopped digging and looked up. He was dark haired and swarthy his eyes were dark brown and they looked Felicity up and down before grinning at her.
    "You must be Miss Felicity, pleased to meet you ma'am". He said cheerfully. Felicity looked around the garden.
    "My, you certainly have your work cut out for you Mr Pitt". She said
    "Aye miss, but I enjoys it. Miss Georgina gives me a free hand around here, so I treat the garden much as me own" he replied in a country accent.
    "Do you do all this by yourself?" asked Felicity.
    "Aye Miss", said Mr Pitt leaning on his spade. "Leastways most of the time. I'm lucky this week mind, my nephew's down to stay he helps me out when he's here. He's a good boy he is."
    "That's nice Mr Pitt" said Felicity "I'll let you get on. Do you mind if I look around?" Mr Pitt smiled at her quite unnecessary question.
    "The garden does belong to Miss Georgina miss, so I do believe you may wander where you please."
    "Thank you Mr Pitt" said Felicity giggling at her silliness. He seemed a nice man. She turned and made her way to the shed and greenhouse as Mr Pitt returned to his digging. She looked over her shoulder at him. He was a good looking man and muscled too. She began to fantasise. It was a shame his little nephew was here.
    Felicity walked slowly amongst the potted flowers and plants under the glass roof. She recognised several species, which pleased her immensely, and then she came to a group of pots by the door to the shed, which led from the greenhouse. She suspected what she might find there and lifted one of the labels. It read 'Faeces Maximus'. So that's how Georgina obtained the herbs, she grew them herself.
    A faint thump alerted Felicity, it came from the shed. Gingerly she walked in and followed the way around past stacks of boxes and pots. Then she stopped. Out of the far door she clearly saw a young man standing in a dark area under a lean to roof. He was wearing only a pair of coarse woollen breeches. He had dark hair and eyes and his skin and complexion showed that he often worked out of doors, without a shirt. He had firm well-formed muscles and he was easily six feet tall. Felicity guessed he was about nineteen or twenty and he could only be Mr Pitt's nephew.
    It was dark in the shed and as Felicity had moved about quietly, he clearly had no idea she was there. Felicity felt once again that she was to be a voyeur to an erotic scene. She saw the profile of the young man who was in a world of his own, he stood there waiting and now and again he would bend his knees slightly and grunt a little then straighten up. He did this two or three times. Then he moved his feet apart as if to balance himself and bent his knees again. He fumbled at the flap to his breeches before pulling out such a beautiful long stiff member that Felicity had to stifle a squeal. As she watched his body began to tense and his stomach contracted. In the quiet stillness of the shed, Felicity heard a faint crackling noise and a terse gasp as the young man's body initiated a bowel movement for Felicity had no doubt as to what he was up to.
    She stood admiring his body and saw the seat of his breeches begin to bulge with the pointed tip of a hard lump of poo. The man relaxed a little with the bulge still protruding. Then he let out a gasp and the bulge grew with a sticky noise. Then he began to slowly rub his erection with his hand as his movement subsided. Then with a last gasp that almost had him doubled up the bulge expanded for the last time and then it was over. The young man dropped to his knees, spread his legs and sat back so that his bottom was almost touching the ground. Then he sat down hard lifting his body and sat down again squashing the soft warn mess against his groin. His hand moved faster and then with a gasp his body began to jerk uncontrollably as thick white drops of semen spurted from his long thick pole and onto the ground.
    Felicity held her hand over her mouth aware that she might give herself away. She gained her senses and quietly stepped backwards the way she had come. Back in the greenhouse she drew a deep breath and became aware of the hot damp feeling between her legs. She waited for a few minutes before leaving the greenhouse and making her way back to the garden. Felicity felt her heartbeat return to normal as she made her way back to the main house. She thought hard as she walked and by the time she reached the door to the kitchen she had made a decision. She went inside and collected the basket of herbs.
    " I didn't know Mr Pitt had a nephew," said Georgina. "What is he like?" Felicity blushed.
    "He's quite handsome and he cuts a fine figure," said Felicity, feeling her face get redder. She went on to relate to Georgina the circumstances and told her of the events that she had witnessed. Georgina's mind raced ahead.
    "We must plot an encounter between the two of you for he sounds the perfect boy for some adventure" said her aunt.
    "He does seem to interest me", admitted Felicity.
    "And he would seem to be a fine opportunity for you to flower into womanhood" continued Georgina. Felicity was unsure.
    "I don't know it's all been a bit of a rush over the last few days" she said finally.
    "Well sleep on it tonight my dear. But do not forget that he will not be here forever and opportunity may not present itself so easily in the future." Georgina tried to sound earnest although her voice could hardly contain her excitement for her niece. Mr Pitt could be a satisfying partner, as well she seemed to recall.
    By the next morning Felicity had made up her mind. She would seek out young Pitt and attempt to engage him in some coprovestic, (she had looked up the word in the library), and erotic activities. What she hadn't bargained for was Georgina making an arrangement with Mr Pitt for the two ladies to drop in later that day. It transpired that the young man was the son of Mr Pitt's sister and rejoiced in the name of Bogg, Peter Bogg or Pete for short. The arrangement that afternoon was conditional on young Pete knowing nothing of what was to happen. Felicity dressed herself after lunch by choosing the 'cut' knickers and minimal undergarments. She felt herself shaking with excitement as she prepared, hardly daring to believe that she would let herself follow it through.
    Shortly after two the girls set off for the cottage, arm in arm and both in a high state excitement and anticipation. The cottage seemed deserted and Georgina looked around to find that Mr Pitt had thoughtfully set out a table and chairs for tea in the small cottage garden.
    "Afternoon Miss Georgina, Miss Felicity" he greeted them. "I'll go and fetch young Pete and introduce you then we'll have some special tea." He called the lad's name and soon the boy strode out into the garden. He wore a broad smile and, Felicity noted the same breeches she had seen him in on that first occasion.
    "Hello Miss Georgina, Miss Felicity" he said "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance".
    "Good lad Pete now pour the tea will you" said his uncle. Felicity watched as he carefully filled four cups with a very dark tea that had a quite peculiar, but not unpleasant, aroma.
    "You called it special tea" asked Felicity "what is special about it exactly?"
    "It's quite potent Miss, it gets you going" he winked at Georgina who stifled a giggle.
    "Yes Mr Pitt" said Georgina "you could certainly say that". Felicity understood the implications of what Mr Pitt and her aunt had said. But clearly Pete had no inkling of what was to come.
    "How long are you staying with your uncle for Peter" asked Felicity.
    "Only until the day after tomorrow" he said, "Then I must go back home to Shitwell. Miss." Perfect, thought Felicity she could indulge herself with him and then he would be gone. She felt guilty at using him for her own salacious ends but considered that he would enjoy any encounter between them as much as she. Then Georgina began to put the show on the road. She finished her tea and stood up.
    "Mr Pitt I need to relieve myself, would you be kind enough to hold my dress," she asked nonchalantly.
    "Of course Miss" he answered as casually as if she had asked him to hold open a door. She held herself so that both Felicity and Peter could see her perform. Mr Pitt held her dress up so that her 'cut' knickers were in full view. She kept her legs closed, as she wanted to wet herself thoroughly and soak her clean white knickers with her pee. A smile broke across her face as a faint hissing sound drifted into the air and the back of Georgina's knickers gushed with water as a large wet patch spread across her bottom and down her thighs. It finally streamed out of her gusset and splashed onto the grass. Georgina was enjoying the sensation immensely Felicity could tell. As for Pete, his jaw had dropped to his chest and as Felicity looked across at him a firm growth appeared to distort the front of his breeches.
    Georgina finished and sighed with relief. She thanked Mr Pitt who lowered her dress and revealed his own area of frontal discomfort in the process. Georgina sat down again as if nothing had happened. Felicity considered that it was her turn. She looked across at Peter.
    "My" she started "I'm afraid auntie that you have caused me some urgency too with your performance. Peter would you do me the honour of helping me with my attire?" The poor boy looked across at his uncle for help. His uncle nodded.
    "Best do as the young lady asks my boy," he said to him. Felicity stood up and lifted her skirts to reveal her white linen knickers. She positioned herself so that Peter got the best view and improved upon it by spreading her legs slightly. She felt the air brush between her thighs and knew that Peter was enjoying the sight of her soft pink petals. She contracted her tummy and soon she could feel the warm liquid spurting from her body onto the grass. Although she did not wet her knickers completely she felt that Peter would be as stiff as a rod from her little game, and ready for the next round. She felt her heart pound with the naughtiness of her activity and another opening between her legs began to feel damp as well.
    "Ah that felt nice" she sighed when she was empty. "I feel very hot in this dress, I wonder Peter would you help me remove it?" Peter blushed and the front of his breeches revealed that he was game whether he wanted to be or not. He hesitated briefly then fumbled at the back of Felicity's dress undoing the thin laces and clasps until the dress slid to the ground. She unfastened her petticoats and removed them one by one until she was clad only in her linen shift and knickers.
    "Well really Felicity" scolded her aunt "That is no way to treat these fine gentlemen in our company. Look how they strain at their breeches. You must make some amends".
    "Why auntie "replied Felicity "I do believe it was your performance that first promoted their discomfort. I believe that you should make amends too".
    "Why you may be right dear Felicity. I had better prepare as you have so that we may more easily pay our debt." Mr Pitt was chuckling to himself at their 'conversation', as he knew full well what 'payment' the ladies had in mind. Peter allowed a smile to break on his face and relaxed a little as he began to understand the game.
    Georgina divested herself with Mr Pitt's aid until she reached the same state of undress as Felicity. She then decided to direct the proceedings in favour of her niece.
    "Now then Felicity we should oblige the men. Lie on the table and administer to Peter while I may pursuade Mr Pitt to indulge himself between your pretty legs." Said Georgina with a slight air of authority. Felicity did as she was told. She lay on her side and widened her legs. Her fingers trembled with excitement as she fumbled with the buttons on Peter's breeches. Meanwhile Mr Pitt was between her legs and at once began to administer to Felicity, in a way she had never experienced before. She drew a deep breath as she felt his tongue run between her wet folds and touch her stiff little bud. She enjoyed the sensation for a while before turning her attention back to Peter. After two more buttons she finally revealed his pink hard manhood. She hesitated as she had never done this before and then Georgina was beside her.
    "Like this" she instructed and gently slid the boys' organ between her red lips. Felicity heard him groan as Georgina took him right down and then back. She let him emerge from her mouth and then licked him all around his glans and tip. "There " she said and moved his penis towards Felicity's mouth. She moistened her lips then opened her mouth to gorge herself on the hard pink rod. He felt hard yet soft at the same time and he tasted a little salty, but not unpleasant, Felicity thought to herself. She tensed a little mainly due to the fact that Mr Pitt had gently pushed his finger inside her. He felt her maidenhead and said.
    "Come boy, you two shall break each other in together". Felicity reluctantly allowed Peter to slip out and watched as he moved between her legs. She remained on her side so that she could she him better. He took hold of his member and guided it towards her glistening petals. She looked him in the eye as his tip nudged against her opening and he finally slid inside her. Felicity gasped as she was penetrated for the first time and she felt him slide in a little way then stop.
    "Gently does it you two" said Mr Pitt in a calm voice "Now push slowly each of you together" Felicity felt her breathing quicken and she felt a pressure inside her, a touch of pain as she pushed herself against him and then,
    "Ahh", she gasped as his firm rod slid deep inside her warm, wet tunnel. Felicity looked up at Peter. Their eyes met and she knew that they both wore expressions of lust and passion. Peter began to move inside her and Felicity closed her eyes in a dream of pleasure and sensation. When she opened them again she saw Georgina stood by her side with one knee on the table and between her legs Mr Pitt's member made its way toward her furry tunnel. With a grunt and a gasp he slipped the tip up inside her and deep into Georgina's body only inches away from Felicity's trance-like gaze.
    For the next few moments Felicity felt Peter's firm thick rod sliding up and down inside her. Her breasts ached to be touched and as if he could read her mind, Peter moved his hand down to rub her stiff nipples through the soft linen shift. She closed her eyes so that her senses could enjoy the moist movements within her body. She opened her eyes to see that Mr Pitt had dismounted from Georgina and she was moving his glistening rod towards her.
    "Here Felicity" she said softly "Enjoy the pleasure of two men within you." And to the men "I hope that you boys will oblige Felicity with a good firm filling in your breeches and indeed inside her".
    "You can be sure of that Miss." said Mr Pitt as he slid his wet rod into Felicity's open mouth. Felicity felt her body come alive with feelings of lust, guilt, pleasure and fulfilment as she accommodated two thick pounding manhood's inside her mouth and her belly. She moved her hand underneath Mr Pitt's crutch and found his hole through the material. As she did so she felt a pressure against her fingers and soon a firm lump emerged from him into her waiting hand. She pushed back squashing his emission against his buttocks when he suddenly gave a load gasp. The lump in Felicity's hand grew with a soft crackle, at the same time his rhythm changed and Felicity felt his glans swell slightly on her tongue. Before she could do anything Mr Pitt erupted into her mouth filling it with hot sticky semen. She recognised the salty taste from her encounter with Peter. And she took the penis out of her mouth and let the semen dribble out then she looked up at Georgina and Peter. She was behind him, with both hands on his bottom feeling for the evidence, when he stopped shafting Felicity and gave a gasp as he filled his breeches with soft brown poo. Georgina gave a sigh of approval and almost at once Peter began to jerk as Felicity felt him twitch inside her before he filled her tunnel with his own spurts of hot sticky come.
    Felicity felt her body start to glow as she came closer to her orgasm, She lifted her bottom off the table as Peter slipped out of her and the effect of the tea took over. She gave little push and a grunt as her bowels moved and her soft poo emerged into her knickers. The warm wet feeling against her skin caused her orgasm to break into full flood and as her body shuddered she felt more lumps of poo being pushed out onto the first. Finally she relaxed back exhausted with something warm wet and sticky oozing out of her every opening. She licked her lips. Georgina stood with her knees bent and Mr Pitt's hand between her legs, fingering her pink petals. When she gave an elated grunt and the squelching that followed it left Felicity in no doubt that Georgina too had filled her knickers and was being treated to a well deserved orgasm from Mr Pitt's experienced and gentle fingers.
    They walked back to the house after thanking the gentlemen for the pleasure of their company. Both girls still had a good filling in their knickers and were enjoying the feeling of the soft mess moving about as they walked home.
    "Well how does it feel to be a complete woman?" asked Georgina. Felicity thought for a moment distracted by the feel of a large firm piece that had begun to slide down her right thigh.
    "I feel quite fulfilled," she said finally. "But I think that I have had enough excitement for a while at least and I should like to spend tomorrow a little more gently"
    "Of course you can, my dear" We shall spend the day at home together" Assured her aunt as they entered the door to the scullery where Fanny was waiting with hot water, towels, and some nice clean linen knickers.


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    Posted by CFW on October 18, 1999 at 07:07
    Victoria's Secret
    Victoia was pretty enough that she should not have been home at ten on a Friday night, she should have been out on a date like a normal girl. Heaven knows that there were plenty of men interested in her and she did like men and did date although there wasn't anyone in particular that Victoria was dating at the moment on a steady bases. She wasn't good at long term relationships having never found anyone with which to share her particular fetish.
    Victoria had felt that they would never understand her little secrete and so she was resolved that no one would ever find out. There were times, like today, when the urge was too strong to resist and Victoria would indulge herself. She sometimes fretted, as she was no longer a teenager, that these times were becoming more and more frequent instead of lessening and she seemed to be taking more risks as if the dosage needed to be increased now that she was hooked.
    Victoria pressed a hand into her burning wet crotch as she thought back to the first time she could remember that she had consciously pooped in her panties. She had had plenty of accidents before then, that was for sure but this was the first time that she had done it on purpose and the first time that she had equated filling her panties with sexual gratification. There had been many times since then when Victory both pooped and peed herself in public but she had been carefull and consequently never been caught.
    That first time was when she was fourteen and was playing baseball with a group of friends in the school yard. Victoria had supressed her need to make a bowel movement all morning so that by four that afternoon she was becoming quite desperate to take a shit. The school was closed and the only way to relieve herself was to go home a few blocks away. They had been playing baseball for about an hour and Victoria was having too much fun to leave so she stayed.
    Standing on third base pressing her sweaty butt cheeks together Victoria had started to entertain the crazy notion of just going ahead and pooping in her pants right there and she couldn't get it out of her mind. She wasn't much of a ball player to begin with and her distraction only made her worse. When the ball did finally roll her way Victoria missed it, she was preoccupied relaxing her sphinkter, allowing her poop to come out just a bit and then drawing it back in. It felt absolutely wonderful like nothing she had experienced before.
    Not too long after that Victoria flexed her diaphram bringing pressure to bear on her bowels and before she could think there was a solid four inch turd in the seat of the white panties she wore under her blue jean shorts. Victoria was momentarially in mild shock. She couldn't believe that she had just purposely shit her pants infront of all her friends. She stood there with a poop in her panties and more wanting to be released and thought about going home.
    Then the other side was out and they were up to bat and she was right in the crowd of them and they didn't know, didn't even suspect. Victoria stood to the side, a bit away from the rest tightening her belly and bore down sending another turd, smaller than the first, crackling into the seat of her panties. They were down in three and Victoria was back on third base pushing the last remaining bits of her bowel movement into her panties. She reached back and felt the lump there, it was big and solid and felt warm against her bum hole. She wanted to touch her wet pussy.
    Victoria lay in her bed the memory of that first deliberate panty poop vivid in her mind as she rubbed her hardened clit through her pink panties. She was still in her underwear from work, bra and panties. The crotch of her panties had become moist on top of crusted pee stains where she had been relieving herself through them all day and now she had to shit so bad that the seat of her panties were wet too with sweat. Her ring was hot and quivering in spasm as she tried to hold back her bowel movement all the while knowing that it was a wonderful losing battle.
    Then finally Victoria gave in relaxing her hold and revelled in the delicious feeling of warm poop mashing into her panties. She moaned pointing her bum into the air and strained to exit more of her nice firm poop. It felt soft and warm against her hand and she could feel it move under the fabric of her underwear and smell it as she pushed again to empty herself. Victoria colapsed into the pillow working herself frantically and screamed as she cam in a massive orgasm.
    She usually left the clean up for a little while enjoying the look and feel of a load of shit bulging out the seat of her panties. She sometimes when out, her long blond hair worn loose and sexy, a skimpy outfit on and a fresh bowel movement in the seat of her panties. Sometimes she did it at work and went from there to a restaurant or the mall. But tonight Vicoria decided to just stay home and watch television leaving her mess for the morning to be cleaned up.

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    Posted by CFW on April 15, 1999 at 07:48
    The Tutu Poo-poo
    That's incredulous Amy thought when Beth first told her. Ballerinas don't just blantantly wet themselves like that if they happen to get caught short. Do they? Yet there was Beth squated in the wings with a puddle beneath her on the floor.
    The more Amy thought about it the more turned on she had become with her own need to pee. It had been one of those weeks at the Royal Ballet Academy, quite grueling. Friday night, a few of the girls had been out clubing and now it was time to leave in order for Amy to catch the last train.
    Amy was rather petite at five foot two and just one hundred five pounds. Her short stature probably accounted for a preferance toward very high heeled shoes, favourites being black lace up platform ankle boots or the four inch black pumps she was wearing tonight with her also favoured tight black mini dress.
    With her generous allowance Amy enjoyed indulging herself in expensive sexy underwear like the high cut black panties and matching contour bra she had on. Not to mention the black stay up nylon stockings pulled right up to the moistened crotch of her panties, their fancy sculpted tops barely covered by the short dress.
    Yes Amy was beautiful, her lustrious jet black hair, usually pulled back flat against her skull into a braided ponytail which hung nearly to her waist, was parted in the middle hanging freely tonight. Pulling her back emphasized her exquisite annular shaped head with large dark brown eyes, a cute little nose and multi pierced rounded ears.
    Every visage of her contenance fit together ideally, although the most sensuous feature was her mouth with a slight overbite on otherwise perfect teeth and full pouty lips. The dark eye makeup and lipsticks she used gave Amy a mysteriously alluring look that was quite compelling.
    Likewise, Amy's body was also flawless. Her diminutive stature wasn't due to short stubby legs as she had a rather long inseam for her height. Her breasts although a bit small were perfectly shaped to suite her slenderly built upper body. Her lower body was only slightly disportionate with muscular dancer's legs and globular derriere that stuck out pleasingly.
    Amy knew the guys looked at her, especially her sexy buns and thighs which she loved to show off in overly short skirts and tight blue jeans. Her most admired body part could also be cause for dismay. If she allowed herself to gain even a few pounds they went straight to her butt and upper thighs. Though with a strict diet and heavy dance schedual Amy was nothing except solid shapely muscles.
    She had left the club without using the washroom and made the last train home. She couldn't get the image of Beth deliberately wetting herself out of her mind. With needing to pee becoming urgent now Amy was suprised to be so sexually aroused. She sat bumping her knees together with a hand pressed between her legs. Mmmmmmmmm it felt soooo good.
    Out of the station Amy hurried the few blocks to her flat and rode the lift up, bouncing around with a hand still clamped under her short dress. Instead of going into her apartment she turned left to a seldom used area off the main hallway of the converted factory.
    The tiny dress rode up exposing the tops of her stockings and panties as she squated with her legs spread out wide. She gathered her long hair bending forward to watch the golden stream rush through her panties onto the floor between her feet. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! The feeling was incredible.
    Amy hurried into her flat kicking off her shoes and droping her dress on the floor as she got into bed. Laying on her stomach she shoved a hand down the front of her wet panties onto her clean shaven cunt. Inserting a finger onto her swollen clitoris she began to masterbate. Amy screamed into her pillow as she came in one of the best orgasms she ever had.
    Being rather conceited, Amy's large ego woudn't allow her to admit it. Over the past few months she had not become the top ballerina at the Academy. She had however become top panty wetter. Hardly a performance or a practice went by where she hadn't wet herself. She peed her panties in the pub, on the street, the train and in her bed. Amy hardly used a toilet at all anymore.
    It had been another tough week prepairing for a benefit show so the girls went straight to the pub. Amy just threw on a light weight black leather jacket over her dance clothes along with her black lace up platforms. She splurged a bit slipping off her diet for fish and chips and two pints of beer. Not much of a drinker the beer weighed heavy on her bladder, she had to hold herself all the way hurrying to the station.
    Amy planned to pee on the ride home not wanting to stop now because she was late and feared missing the last train. But she had a major problem. Her bowels were full, she could feel a hard poop moving down into possition and pushing on her back door. She would have to use the toilet on the train but had to relieve some of the pressure now in order to make it. So she stopped on the street, spread her legs and wet her panties.
    The long braid bounced off her back as she ran, just boarding on time. Amy soon discovered that there wasn't a toilet on this train. She knew there was no way she could hold out until she got home and was going to poop in her panties. She went to the rearward door of the nearly empty coach and stood there with her legs slightly apart.
    Amy was wearing high waist panties, and over top of her thick white tights wore a grey nylon-spandex body suit which similar to her panties had contoured thigh sculps in front and substancial material in back. The grey crinolin like dance skirt jutting outward didn't completely cover her bottom so that would be a problem although the leather coat fitted snug at the waist overhanging her hips and half her bum held it doen somewhat.
    Spoiled brat that she was the last time Amy had pooped her panties was when she was thirteen, deliberately doing so in the car to get her own way. Her bowel habits were such that she only went once or twice a week at most and those were good solid motions which were fairly substancial for someone her size. But when she had to go, she really had to go.
    Gripping the hand rail Amy gave up the fight to control her poor quivering sphincter muscle and relaxed. Her pink oriface opened up like a flower around a thick brown log that slowly stretched out the seat of her white panties a few inches before halting in it's journey with the resistance of her clothing.
    No one looking her way she bent over slightly at the waist flexing her tummy muscles, caught her breath and gave a push. HHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMMMFFF! With a soft crackling sound the solid six inch sausage nudged it's way into the seat of her panties. Amy's breath rate picked up, she was getting excited now, shitting in her panties was even better than pisssing them.
    HHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMFFFF! Amy gathered her breath and pushed again sending another firm turd into her panties. She could feel them bulging now. God it felt sooo good. A guy at the front of the coach looked her way but she didn't care, she had to touch it. It felt huge! Then she pushed again.
    One last long hard push. NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHH! Amy felt pressure against her hand as the seat of her body suit rapidly tented outwards. The guy up front had turned away. She quickly moved a hand into her wet crotch. Oooooohhh, she had to get home right now.
    Amy burst into her apartment throwing off her coat and purse as she rushed to the bedroom. Her face buried in the pillow she came in a screaming climax.. She had had sex with both men and women in many different situations but never did she have an orgasm like this one. The earth moved.
    She vaguely remembered taking out her braid and removing her boots before crawling under the covers and falling into an exhausted sleep. But waking up fully clothed with a hard load of poop in her panties and a desperate need to pee brought back other vivd memories as she fingered herself while completely saturating the bed.
    Monday afternoon Amy shit herself again while lazing about watching television. She had on a white bra and panties,tee shirt and grey track pants. She just pushed a small load into her panties while she lounged on the sofa, wet herself and headed for the bedroom. Again it was wonderful but next time she wanted to do it in public.
    That next time turned out to be the following Friday, the day of the charity benefit for which they had been rehearsing. Amy hadn't gone since Monday and her tummy had been bloated since yesterday. During the afternoon she had felt pressure against her anus and knew she would need to make a bowel movement soon.
    Wearing nothing underneath them her pink leotards were covered up by spandex panties that were attached to the beaded pink bodice as part of her dance costume under a flairing pink tutu. The show had begun. Amy's rosy sphincter twitched then the orb began to swell as the knob of a large brown turd appeared in the opening.
    She hesitated drawing it back in. Could she? Would she dare infront of this crowd of society snobs? Just one of the chorus, Amy did not have a major part in this review. Her descision made she relaxed in order to let it happen.
    But as the show progressed, imperative as Amy's need to take a shit was, it refused to come out more than an inch or so on it's own. And now was the Coda, the final set, she was on the end of the chorus line in backup to the duet finally. It was the the pretty ballerina's last chance.
    She did a pass de valse into a croise' devant, one foot turned infront of the other, knees bent holding position. She caught her breath and strained. HHHHHHHHHUUUUUUMMMMMFF! Her face blushed slightly with the effort. She heard a barely audible plfplfplf sound as the huge stump of shit moved through her pink oriface and into her leotards. She did a pirouette. Could the audience see the lump under her tutu, she hoped so.
    Down on one knee into a held position Amy did a hard all out red faced push. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNRRRRRRGGGGG! Paul positioned next to her looked over as a mousy little fart followed by soft crackling noises announced the arrival of another six inch turd sliding into the pile already in the seat of her leotards. They were bulging noticably now but Amy wasn't yet finished.
    A series of chaines across stage to the opposite side and into a point stance. Amy half wondered if Paul knew. It didn't matter, she gathered her breath for another effort. HHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUGGGGNNNN! More tiny farts, poof poof and then plfplfplf another log was forced out. And then another. Two more pushes just to be sure and Amy was all done pooping in her tutu.
    Each effort had been accompanied by a squirt of urine into Amy's leotards. Her sex juices were flowing so that by the end of the performance there was a noticable wet spot in the crotch of the pink costume panties under her tutu to go along with the massive pear shaped protrussion in back. Immediately after last curtain Amy found a quite corner and squated to releave her bladder through her ballerina outfit.
    Leaving on her pink brasier and shit filled leotards, her hair still in a tight bun on top her head, Amy slipped into a pair of faded blue jeans that were tight enough to show a balooning bulge that had Beth intrigued. She put on a tee shirt, Boots and leather jacket leaving for the pub with some of the cast members.
    Paul must have been intrigued as well the way he had suddenly started paying extra attention to her. But he could chat her up all he wanted. As much as Amy might enjoy having sex with Paul she had other plans for this evening that didn't include him. It would be straight home alone and into her bed.
    The wine she had drank went right through her. I really have to go now she said squeesing her muscular thighs together. Then Amy got up, threw her dance bag over her shoulder and left for the train station.


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    Posted by Moose on February 16, 1998 at 09:17:52:
    OK, some people have asked me to repost part one because they can't find it.
    Here it is, enjoy...
    Greetings to Iceman, Pooplover et al.
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    Trudy Part 1

    She woke up, her stomach churning. She had diarrhea and she knew it. Too tired to
    get up and go to the bathroom, she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed. The
    warm, runny mess began to ooze out of her bum, into her night-dress and all over her
    bed. She felt the trickle in-between her thighs, reached her hand down to play with her
    pussy and peed. Her runny poop made a splattering noise as it was violently ejected
    from her bowels. Her pent up pee making a loud hissing as it spurted out. As she
    located her clit and began to rub it, she reached the other hand down and felt the mess
    on her bum. She fingered her pretty ass as the poop gushed out.
    Furiously rubbing her throbbing clit and finger fucking her ass, she came the most
    gorgeous cum of her life. The last of her diarrhea exploding out of her. Her body, a
    wet, brown mess laying in a wet, brown pool in her soiled bed. She began to realise
    what she had just done. Her first week in her new house, all alone at last with no
    parents around her, she had wet and messed her bed like a baby. But what is more, she
    wasn't ill, no. She had planned this all along. She had eaten well and not gone to the
    toilet for three days, she had put a plastic sheet on the bed in case of 'accidents', she
    had bought some diapers and plastic panties and sought out some old clothes. That
    night she had taken two laxatives and hoped they would work. Although she planned
    to do all this in her panties in the morning, when she was awoken in the night by her
    straining bowels, she knew that this was the time to go through with it.
    After she had recovered from her orgasm, she threw back the bedclothes and admired
    the mess her stomach had expelled. Her nightdress was stained brown, as were the
    bedsheets. She got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, not caring about the dripping
    mess she left. Standing in the bath she turned on the shower and cleaned herself up.
    The shower relaxed her from her blissful climax and as she stood there she realised
    she had found something that was about to change her life.
    It was a whole week later before she got the next chance to indulge in her new found
    fantasy. She had gone out in her lunch break to meet a girl she had contacted by
    email. She had found a website that interested her and this woman was offering
    videos, magazines, all the usual stuff at reasonable prices. Usually she was not
    interested in this as she had always found it easy to get sex when she needed it.
    However, this was different, this was a very private, kinky fetish that only she knew
    about. Besides, the email she got from the woman sounded sincere and living in
    London as she was, she agreed to meet her.
    The woman, called Carrie, was a very attractive young girl in her early twenties with
    long strawberry blonde hair and genuine blue eyes. In short, she was every man's
    dream date, so much so that even Trudy found her attractive in a feminine sort of way.
    They talked and discovered their mutual love of poop and pee games before Trudy
    bought the video and they parted with the promise of further emails.
    However, Carrie was not what Trudy had on her mind all the way home that day.
    Trudy had just paid ten pounds for a video promised to be full of poop and pee
    accidents. The minute she arrived home she went straight to the video machine and
    played the cassette. Immediately the screen was filled with a young woman
    apparently extremely desperate for the toilet. Her husband had locked her out of her
    home and she needed to poo. Trudy watched the woman's desperation until she could
    hold it no more. She watched the screen as the woman lifted her skirt and her panties
    bulged. She was talking to herself as she did it saying things like "Oh no, I'm pooping
    my panties like a child." "Messing my knickers like a little girl."
    Trudy knew what she wanted, she had to poop also, so she paused the video and went
    upstairs to put on some old clothes. On went a pair of plain white panties and some
    white jodhpurs. These would accentuate Trudy's accident and contain most of the
    mess. Trudy returned to watching the video, laying down on her stomach. The next
    scene involved an older woman wetting herself in her car. Not much for Trudy's state
    of arousal, but the third scene was the best. It showed another young girl telling the
    camera that she had bad diarrhea and needed the bathroom soon. She was walking
    back to her house when the urge got even greater. By the time she was near her house
    she was running and then stopping to hold the poop in. Standing on her porch she
    screams "Oh no. I'm doing it. I'm pooping my pants." The girl had light blue leggings
    on and suddenly the back of them turned a dark brown colour. The girl's accident was
    also apparent by the loud wet farting noise that accompanied the expulsion.
    Trudy pushed and was rewarded with a soft mess spreading over her bum.
    Immediately she began to touch herself and talk baby talk to excite her further. "Oh
    no, my poo poo is coming out into my panties." "I'm doing a big stinky poos in my
    knickers." "Pooey plop plops coming out of my bum bums." "Trudy have to make.
    Oh Trudy make big stinky. Trudy do big pooey ploppy panty poo poos, ohhh, ploppy
    pooey poo poos, ohhh, yesss." Trudy's words became a moan as she kneaded the
    smelly mess around in her panties and came.
    Trudy's white jodhpurs bulged out around her bum as she filled them with a huge
    mound of poo. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. The massive brown
    bulge had spread from the top of her jodhpurs all over her pussy and down her thighs
    and Trudy almost came again as she saw herself in the mirror. She sat down on a
    chair, sliding back and forth in her mess, grinding her hands against her pussy as she
    came again.

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    Posted by CFW on December 21, 1999 at 07:21
    Panty Poo In Timbuktu
    George had been with her all afternoon totally unaware that Leslie had a big turd in the seat of her panties. He never would have known either had he not snuck a peek up her short skirt when she climbed the steps to her home, carelessly bending to retrive droped keys, for that instant forgetting that she had shit her panties, and this after having been so careful.
    Suddenly remembering, Leslie quickly straightened up while tugging at the back of her skirt, cursing herself for having worn it so short. But when she looked around George was already walking to his car, he waved goodby over the roof before getting and driving away. Leslie breathed a sigh of relief as she went in, having made it home without being found out. It probably wouldn't be the best thing for their budding relationship if he found out that his sixteen year old girlfriend still had an accidents in her panties.
    Seeing what Leslie had done, George had quickly turned away saving them both a moment of embarrassment. He had seen it alright, but couldn't believe that Leslie had actually shit herself. She is so incredibly beautiful, he must be mistaken. Turning the first corner from Leslie's house he stopped at the curb, leaning over to where she had sat and sniffed the car seat. There was a definate odour of shit detectable, the seat was also damp and another faint smell told him that Leslie had pissed herself as well.
    Leslie ran straight up to her bedroom and closed the door examining herself in the mirror. She had to see if her mess was readily detectable, if anyone could tell that she had crapped herself and again wished that her light summer wrap skirt wasn't so short. The full length mirror angled back slightly gave a bit of an upward view. Leslie's face flushed a little when she saw the knob of the bottom end of her poo saging her pink panties down an inch or so between her legs.
    Also, at the upper cresent of her rounded butt cheeks there was a visable lump in the back of her skirt. She undid the ties, removing her skirt to inspect her panties. Her stool was quite large, about eight inches long, and over two inches thick. It was really solid, having remained in one huge piece stuck in the cleft of her ass, laying all the way from the gusset of her high cut pink briefs up toward the waist band.
    With it's realitive dryness the dark brown poop didn't stain through the seat of her panties, although in the front there were several irregular patterned yellow-brown rings from the three times she had peed in them. The big log in Leslie's panties looked like an English cucumber formed into an elongated "C" up the crack of her bum. She took off her shoes and the tight dark pink halter top she had on and went into the batroom in her pink panties and bra.
    When Leslie pulled down her panties her long shit stayed in them and she was able to just tip it into the toilet, flushing it away in two tries. Inside the seat of her panties were only slightly stained. She washed them out in the sink, then squating in the tub thoroughly cleaned herself before running a bubble bath. Soaking in the tub Leslie thought back through the day remembering her accident and carefull efforts to not be discovered.
    When George got home he went directly to his room. Laying on the bed he tried to piece together his day with Leslie, attempting to pinpoint exactly when she had crapped in her panties and found it odd that he was hard. He thought about how pretty she is, short, and though a bit chubby her body is smooth and shapely. Her light brown hair cut to shoulder length, Leslie has big brown eyes and a large bright smile. She is beautiful George thought shoving a hand into his pants.
    He thought of how she was dressed. He could see a bit of cleavage, and her bra straps showed in the the tight pink halter top she wore. Her little skirt had a light brown background with big flowers on it that were dark brown, beige and white, with a few shades of maron and pink. She wore brown chunky high heeled sandals with many little straps from her painted toes to over her ankles, and carried a little brown leather purse across her shoulder military style.
    George mulled over every incident of the day from when he picked her up and they drove to the world theme park, till he dropped her off and he saw the big shit in the seat of her panties. He remembered her needing to go to the bathroom around eleven but deciding to wait till after they ate because of the lineups. She seemed desperate just before it rained he remembered. The rain came on quick and they were stuck under an awning in the Timbuktu theme area during the down pour that lasted no more than twenty minutes.
    Leslie was shivering and he thought she was cold although the day was really warm. He held her and remembered that she seemed jumpy and nervous, very fidgety and shaking periodically. That's when she must have done it George reasoned, because now that he thought about it Leslie didn't need to go to the bathroom any more after that and she kept fussing with the back of her tiny skirt. Wow! She shit her panties right in front of me he thought. Ahhh aaaaaahhh! George came in his hand.
    Leslie needed to make a bowel movement the day before but nervousness due to this date with George had her constapated. In the morning she could feel a big hard turd inside of her, right at her bum hole and tried to go, even pulling her bum cheeks apart while leaning forward and straining, but it still wouldn't come out. She could even touch it with her finger, maybe it's just because it was so large that she was having problems going Leslie had figured.
    On the drive there and after walking around for a few hours Leslie felt that she could go poop now and also had to pee but the lineups to the toilets were incredibly long so she decided to wait. After eating she knew that she would be able to go for sure, the burger, fries and coke she consumed had did the trick. And now she thought that she was going to go in her panties as they tried to find a washroom where the line wasn't so long.
    It was sunny and hot before the rain suddenly came up, sunny and hot after as well. Walking up to Timbucktu Leslie could feel the huge poop already in her opening, ever so slowly
    moving toward her panties. She tried but couldn't stop it and and if they didn't find a washroom, like right away, that is where her big turd was going to end up. She had pooped her panties lots of times before, as recently as last week at school, but she sure didn't want George to know that.
    When the clouds burst and theywere stuck under an awning Leslie knew that it was too late. Like it or not she was going to shit in her panties, the only question was could she do it infront of George without him knowing. Leslie tried to relax and just let it come out. Her log was large, solid and dry, and seemed to take forever. Her bum ring was stretched to the maximum, and she squirmed around trying to find the most comfortably position but the urge to push was almost overpowering.
    Her panties were a spandex-lycra material which is highly stretchable, even so Leslie's poop was eventually halted by their resistance. She snuck a feel and was shocked at it's size, her panties were stretched out tent pole like, inches beyond what her short skirt could cover. She somehow had to work it up into the crack of her ass in order to hide it under her skirt.
    Someone hollering at George provided a diversion. Leslie quickly reached with both hands working the solid turd upwards in the seat of her panties as she held her breath, flexed her belly and pushed, all at the same time. She could feel it moving again, snaking out and up into her bum crack inside her panties. It took several secretive pushes while George was busy yelling across to another person trapped in the rain before Leslie's huge shit was completely exited and nestled firmly in the seat of her panties hidden from view up under her short skirt.
    She had another problem as well. Straining to empty her bowels caused Leslie to lose several squirts of pee. The front of her panties were saturated and Leslie felt as if the flood gates were about to open. With George's back still to her while he talked to the other guy, Leslie took a chance. She parted her legs a little bit and let go a stream of piss, just enough to take the pressure off, then quickly wiped the crotch of her panties with her hand.
    A bit later, finding herself alone between racks of clothes Leslie had the opertunity to fully relieve herself. She spread her legs out wide and pissed through her panties for nearly a minute, leaving quite a large puddle on the floor.
    And then later sitting at a picnic table peed on the grass as George stood in line to get them some refreshments. Leslie spent the remainder of the day enjoying her date while trying to be extra careful about sitting and bending in such a short skirt.
    Leslie got out of the tub and dressed in clean underwear, a white teeshirt and grey sweat pants, going downstairs to watch television. That's the last accident I'm going to have she resolved, thinking about how on edge she had been all afternoon. But it was a short lived resolution because three days later comming home from school, Leslie crapped her panties on the bus.

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