Posted by The Hawk on May 18, 1998 at 19:36
This happened a long time ago.
First Panties Pooping
First Panties Pooping
This is the tale of the first time I saw a girl lose control and poop in her panties.
The girl was my older sister (six years older than me) Christine. To sort of let you know
what she looks like, she is five foot six, about one hundred twenty pounds, very nicely
shaped, dark skin but wavy long blonde hair. Beautiful! She was twenty years old at this
time, and I was her punk fourteen year old brother. I was a little delayed getting serious
about girls, but I knew what I liked. There was never any sort of incestuous overtones
between my sisiter and myself, but when she wore her short skirts and dresses, well, from
the waist down I could pretend she was someone else. She has great legs (still) and a
beautiful ass. Anyway, this day Chrsitine was wearing a very very short black flowered
minidress. So short, she was wearing pantyhose under it, and just as she walked or stood
still you could see the darker colored panty portion of her hose at the top of her legs.
Christine was a little odd in that she only ever wore the most basic panties; pink cotton
briefs were about as far out as she got; this day the occasional gust of wind revealed her
cotton briefs to be white. We were at a picnic with her boyfriend's family, (I know, kind
of weird, wearing a minidress with pantyhose to a picnic, but her boyfriend was rich and
they were all dressed up as well) just me and Christine and her boyfriend and his parents
and sisters. I think the idea was to somehow sort of set me up with one of his sisters but
they were sort of not my type.
The picnic was only okay, I hung out with his sisters some, and we all ate a lot. Driving
home, my sister began complaining of an upset stomach. I always had a sort of weak
kneed disposition near my sister when she was wearing a dress so short as this; i was and
still am a total fiend for looking up any girls dress at her panties. And here, basically all I
had to do was look and there they were, mashed up a little inside her pantyhose, but still
there, white and clean and soft, pressed against her beautiful backside and other places.
Anyway, my sister began to complain she wasn't feeling well, then began biting her lip
and looking very worried.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"I don't know if I can make it home, " she said quietly.
This threw me for a minute; of course she could make it home; the car was
working fine and it was only a few miles. We were next to a golf course when suddenly
she hit the brakes hard and pulled over onto the shoulder. "I can't," she said, and covered
her mouth like she was going to throw up. She opened her door, got out onto the gravel
road edge, leaned away from the car and retched like she was throwing up but nothing
came out. she was bent over slightly, and despite my concern for her I was delighted at
the excellent panty view I had, when suddenly her panties sort of shook; at first I thought
she was quivering and this was making her bottom shake a little. then they just plain
ballooned away from her butt. This time I thought maybe she had farted, never having
seen someone fart from that particular angle before. I realized suddenly the wet noises I
was hearing were neither a fart nor vomiting but poop. Massive quantities of wet, soft
poop running out of my sister's nice round butt into her pretty, soft white cotton panties.
A brown stain began showing through the white fabric, not like a little here and a little
there, but a sort of triangular shape of discolored white cotton from jsut below the
hemline of her minidress all the way down to the double fabric crotch portion of her
panties.
Never having even given the subject a great deal of thought, I was suddenly owner
of the most raging hard on I had ever had in my life! My beautiful twenty year old sisiter
had just taken a huge wet shit in her pretty white panties. Sch-wing! Being full cut briefs
in pantyhose, it was all contained inside, no leakage around the legs.
Christime was pretty upset, and started to cry as she very gently felt at her butt, as if to
confirm that it was not her imagination making her panties suddenly heavy and smelly.
"Oh, shit," she said quietly, then laughed for a second. She looked at me and
sniffled loudly. "Can you tell?" was all she asked. I just nodded. She blew out a long
breath, and quit crying. "Weird thing is, I don't feel sick anymore," she said quietly. "I
felt like I had to go to the bathroom real bad, I guess that's all it was." She was suddenly
pretty nonchalant about it. I was trying to be, and trying to control myself from
unloading gobs of cum into my jeans. Bad enough to get aroused by your sister, but to
get wood from watching her poop her panties? Sick! I thought.
Eventually Christine spread out some garbage bags on her seat and got back in her
car (very slowly settling into the mess in her panties, hiking her dress out from under her
to avoid soiling it) and she drove us home. I wish I could describe what she looked like
from behind walking into the house, but the truth is, I went first. Christine went straight
into the bathroom, and I to my bedroom to provide a little releif to my aching cock!
Chrisitne was in the bathroom for a long time that afternoon. A couple days later, in the
laundry room, there were her panties, soaking in some light brown water. I would have
loved to hear her expalin that to our mom!
Anyhow, I think that might have been what lead me to find this place!
Email:
The girl was my older sister (six years older than me) Christine. To sort of let you know
what she looks like, she is five foot six, about one hundred twenty pounds, very nicely
shaped, dark skin but wavy long blonde hair. Beautiful! She was twenty years old at this
time, and I was her punk fourteen year old brother. I was a little delayed getting serious
about girls, but I knew what I liked. There was never any sort of incestuous overtones
between my sisiter and myself, but when she wore her short skirts and dresses, well, from
the waist down I could pretend she was someone else. She has great legs (still) and a
beautiful ass. Anyway, this day Chrsitine was wearing a very very short black flowered
minidress. So short, she was wearing pantyhose under it, and just as she walked or stood
still you could see the darker colored panty portion of her hose at the top of her legs.
Christine was a little odd in that she only ever wore the most basic panties; pink cotton
briefs were about as far out as she got; this day the occasional gust of wind revealed her
cotton briefs to be white. We were at a picnic with her boyfriend's family, (I know, kind
of weird, wearing a minidress with pantyhose to a picnic, but her boyfriend was rich and
they were all dressed up as well) just me and Christine and her boyfriend and his parents
and sisters. I think the idea was to somehow sort of set me up with one of his sisters but
they were sort of not my type.
The picnic was only okay, I hung out with his sisters some, and we all ate a lot. Driving
home, my sister began complaining of an upset stomach. I always had a sort of weak
kneed disposition near my sister when she was wearing a dress so short as this; i was and
still am a total fiend for looking up any girls dress at her panties. And here, basically all I
had to do was look and there they were, mashed up a little inside her pantyhose, but still
there, white and clean and soft, pressed against her beautiful backside and other places.
Anyway, my sister began to complain she wasn't feeling well, then began biting her lip
and looking very worried.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"I don't know if I can make it home, " she said quietly.
This threw me for a minute; of course she could make it home; the car was
working fine and it was only a few miles. We were next to a golf course when suddenly
she hit the brakes hard and pulled over onto the shoulder. "I can't," she said, and covered
her mouth like she was going to throw up. She opened her door, got out onto the gravel
road edge, leaned away from the car and retched like she was throwing up but nothing
came out. she was bent over slightly, and despite my concern for her I was delighted at
the excellent panty view I had, when suddenly her panties sort of shook; at first I thought
she was quivering and this was making her bottom shake a little. then they just plain
ballooned away from her butt. This time I thought maybe she had farted, never having
seen someone fart from that particular angle before. I realized suddenly the wet noises I
was hearing were neither a fart nor vomiting but poop. Massive quantities of wet, soft
poop running out of my sister's nice round butt into her pretty, soft white cotton panties.
A brown stain began showing through the white fabric, not like a little here and a little
there, but a sort of triangular shape of discolored white cotton from jsut below the
hemline of her minidress all the way down to the double fabric crotch portion of her
panties.
Never having even given the subject a great deal of thought, I was suddenly owner
of the most raging hard on I had ever had in my life! My beautiful twenty year old sisiter
had just taken a huge wet shit in her pretty white panties. Sch-wing! Being full cut briefs
in pantyhose, it was all contained inside, no leakage around the legs.
Christime was pretty upset, and started to cry as she very gently felt at her butt, as if to
confirm that it was not her imagination making her panties suddenly heavy and smelly.
"Oh, shit," she said quietly, then laughed for a second. She looked at me and
sniffled loudly. "Can you tell?" was all she asked. I just nodded. She blew out a long
breath, and quit crying. "Weird thing is, I don't feel sick anymore," she said quietly. "I
felt like I had to go to the bathroom real bad, I guess that's all it was." She was suddenly
pretty nonchalant about it. I was trying to be, and trying to control myself from
unloading gobs of cum into my jeans. Bad enough to get aroused by your sister, but to
get wood from watching her poop her panties? Sick! I thought.
Eventually Christine spread out some garbage bags on her seat and got back in her
car (very slowly settling into the mess in her panties, hiking her dress out from under her
to avoid soiling it) and she drove us home. I wish I could describe what she looked like
from behind walking into the house, but the truth is, I went first. Christine went straight
into the bathroom, and I to my bedroom to provide a little releif to my aching cock!
Chrisitne was in the bathroom for a long time that afternoon. A couple days later, in the
laundry room, there were her panties, soaking in some light brown water. I would have
loved to hear her expalin that to our mom!
Anyhow, I think that might have been what lead me to find this place!
Email:
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