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It was around Christmas time, and I had been invited to be an usher at the
wedding of a good friend of mine. Both he and the bride were from the East,
so the wedding was being held in her home town. Arrangements were made for
guests who had to fly in, to stay at a small motel near the airport about 10
miles outside of town.
One of the bridesmaids was a young woman named Susan who had come in from
California. She was about 25 years old, blonde, and very attractive with a
slim figure, long legs and beautiful round breasts. She also had one of the
most perfect pear shaped derrieres I had ever seen. She was some kind of
junior executive for a large company and a childhood friend of the bride. I
had briefly met her once before when she had stopped for a visit, and at that
time, my impression was that she was kind of a cold fish and somewhat
inhibited as well.
The wedding was set for Saturday night, and the wedding party and family had
been invited to a prenuptial dinner on Friday at a fancy downtown restaurant.
During dinner I was seated next to Susan. She was looking great in a short
black cocktail dress that really showed off her every curve. I had ordered
steak and she had salmon. I remember her mentioning during the meal that,
although she usually liked fish, she didn't think this tasted so good. When
dinner was over, most of us moved into the cocktail lounge for a few drinks.
Susan and I talked for a little while, but mostly just as part of the
general conversation. I had rented a car, and we were staying at the same
motel, so, when the group started to break up, I offered to drive her back.
Although I had a brief fantasy of the two of us making it together in bed,
she had shown no unusual interest in me, and I was not really expecting
anything to happen between us.
When we got outside we were surprised to find that the temperature had
dropped, and it had been snowing. Although there were already several inches
accumulated on the ground, driving did not seem to be a problem, so we
started out. After we had driven for about ten minutes though, it became
apparent that the weather was worse than we had thought. It was very windy
and snowing heavily, and visibility was very bad. The road was extremely
slippery and it was impossible to go more than 20 miles per hour safely.
When I first mentioned to Susan that it was probably going to take a while to
get back to the motel, it didn't seem to matter to her. However, after about
fifteen more minutes, she asked if I knew how much longer it would be,
saying, "I think I might be needing a bathroom."
I told her it might be another 20 minutes and she thought that would be okay.
Shortly thereafter, however, we came to a line of cars ahead of us completely
stopped. In a few minutes, someone came by and said there had been an
accident ahead and that the road was totally blocked. By that time there
were also cars lined up behind us and no room to turn around, so there was
nothing to do, but sit and wait it out.
The wait was more than a half hour. During that time Susan became more and
more fidgety. She didn't say very much, but kept wiggling around in her seat
and shifting her weight from side to side. It was clear that something was
bothering her, and from her previous statement, I was fairly sure I knew what
it was. The whole idea was beginning to get me excited, and I felt myself
starting to get hard. At one point when she remarked that she hoped we'd be
moving soon, I jokingly mentioned that I had a hose in the trunk that she
could use if necessary. She gave me a half smile and stated, "That's not where
the problem is."
Recalling her comment at dinner about the fish tasting funny, I realized then
that she probably needed to shit and was holding it back. This thought just
increased my excitement further. So as we waited, I continued to watch her
very carefully out of the corner of my eye while she squirmed around, trying
to hide her discomfort.
Finally the traffic began to move slowly and we eventually reached the motel.
It had been about 1-1/2 hours since we had left the restaurant and she had
been struggling to hold it in almost all of that time. Meanwhile, I had
become pretty turned on by allointed
that we had made it back without anything happening. I parked in the lot,
and she immediately jumped out and ran up the stairs to her second floor
room. I followed behind. It took her a few extra seconds to get the door
open because her hands were shaking. As soon as she got into the room, she
threw her coat down on the bed and hurried toward the bathroom, while I
waited just inside the doorway.
The bathroom door was closed. She twisted the knob, but it seemed locked,
and she couldn't get it to turn.
"Oh no", I heard her say. "Now what do I do? I really have to go."
A minute went by during which we tried looking around for a key. She began
to look even more anxious. She struggled with the doorknob some more and
then said to me:
"Please help me with this. I don't know how much longer I can hold it in."
As a few more minutes passed we both tried to open the door. Susan was
acting more and more anxious. I suggested we try calling the office, but she
shook her head.
"Ooohh, I don't think there's enough time," she moaned.
While I fiddled with the door, she began playing with the hem of her dress
nervously and pacing around. She also began to rub and press on her behind
and between her legs as if that might help her hold everything in. Again she
said to me anxiously, "Please hurry. If you can't get it open soon, I'm
afraid I'm going to poop myself."
It was obvious to me that some of her inhibitions were disappearing under the
stress.
More time went by while I kept working the knob and pounding on the door
without success. Now Susan really looked panicked. She was pacing
frantically up and back, rubbing herself. Occasionally she would groan
softly. She looked around again, as if trying to think of someplace else
where she could go, but there was nothing. Once or twice she stopped
quickly, closed her eyes and clenched all of her muscles trying desperately
to keep control of herself. Her breathing became more rapid and irregular
and her body trembled. By this time, I was very excited and ramrod stiff. I
couldn't believe I was actually watching this beautiful girl who appeared to
be about to have a messy accident.
All at once, Susan seemed to realize that she was about to totally lose
control. She moaned again.
"Oh no, it's happening! I'm going to poop!"
With her knees still pressed together, she bent over suddenly, grabbed the
hem of her tight fitting dress and pulled it up above her waist. Her rounded
behind was now fully visible. She was wearing light colored, almost
transparent, hipster panties which hugged her moon shaped cheeks snugly under
a tight pair of sheer, nude-to-the-waist pantyhose. I could see a triangle
of light through the space between her flared inner thighs and crotch. She
still had on her 3 inch heels making her shapely legs look even longer. She
looked so sexy and vulnerable it was all I could do to keep myself from
coming in my pants right there.
Still holding her dress up with one hand, she managed to tug her pantyhose
down about a third of the way with the other.
"Oh God, I'm going to shit!! Please, don't look." she pleaded to me, almost
in tears.
However, I was much too fascinated and excited to turn away now. She
squatted slightly, and the fabric of her panties stretched even more tightly
across her firm bottom. At the very last moment she started to lower them
too, but it was too late. Instinctively, she tried to spread her legs, but
her partially lowered pantyhose held her knees together. She squeezed her
eyes shut and grimaced as her face turned bright red. Then as I watched, the
muscles of her buttocks softened, and her cheeks spread apart slightly
beneath her panties and she lost her last bit of control.
There was a soft farting sound as a lump appeared in the back of her panties
between her legs. I heard her sob slightly.
"Oh, it's happening! I feel it coming out! I'm pooping! Nnngh!"
The odor filled the air almost immediately. The bulge quickly got bigger as
she grunted again.
"Nngh! Oh, I can't believe this. I'm shitting myself. I'm pooping in my
panties. Nnngh! Unngh!!"
The swelling in the rear continued to grow rapidly and a brown stain
appeared. There were more farting sounds. The poopide them, but it was a large load and some began to leak out
the sides and fall to the floor. Susan remained in the same position,
squatting just slightly with knees barely apart, just filling her panties.
She continued holding her dress up above her waist with one hand, and
looking downward with eyes tightly shut. During the entire time she
continued to sob and describe out loud what was happening. She no longer
appeared to be aware of me, but was talking primarily to herself.
"Oh, it keeps coming out. This is awful. There's so much. It won't stop.
I'm shitting all over myself."
The whole thing probably took no more than fifteen seconds, but the scene
passed before my eyes as if in slow motion.
Finally she finished pooping. However, as if to add insult to injury, all of
the effort had apparently caused her to lose control of her bladder as well.
I could hear a hissing sound, and as the pee ran into her panties, it mixed
with the semi-liquid poop and a brown stream ran down both legs, into her
pantyhose and shoes and out onto the floor.
At last, there was no more. She opened her eyes and straightened up slowly
still holding up her dress. More poop slipped out and plopped on the floor.
The smell was almost overwhelming. Her panties were filled and totally
stained, and they continued to sag downward between her legs. She took a few
steps, but did not walk normally, so as not to make the mess worse. Even so,
as she stepped carefully, the poop smeared her legs and ass even further.
She continued to moan and talk about how terrible this was and how
humiliating. Then she then turned and saw me standing in the same spot still
watching.
When she realized that I had seen the whole thing, she began crying and
sobbing with embarrassment. Still holding her dress up above her hips, she
slowly she sank down to the floor until she was sitting with her knees apart
in front and bent so that her feet extended to the rear. This had the effect
of flattening out the bulge and causing the poop to spread out upon her legs,
ass and the floor.
Susan now appeared utterly humiliated and helpless, partially undressed,
sitting in a puddle of smeared poop and pee. I had a bulge in my own pants
that was huge too, but of a different origin, and I was sure that if I even
came close to touching myself, I would go off like a rocket. I just hoped
that in her confusion she hadn't noticed it.
At that point I again went to the bathroom door and, after a few minutes with
a credit card, was finally able to get it open. I helped Susan up and took
her inside. She offered no resistance as I peeled her pantyhose and panties
down. They were filled with smelly shit which was also covering her ass and
legs. She was still sobbing, but was beginning to get control of herself.
Nevertheless, she showed no objection as I turned on the shower and
carefully raised her dress over her head. Her breasts were perfectly round
and her nipples firm and pointed. I noticed she hadn't been wearing a bra.
The underwear and hose, which were obviously ruined, were left in the
toilet.
I helped her into the shower and got her started with a soapy washcloth. The
sight of her glistening lathered body was enough to keep me rock hard. After
a few minutes, she said she'd be able to continue washing herself, so I
stepped outside and closed the door. I found a roll of paper towels and a
plastic bag and managed to clean up the mess on the floor outside the
bathroom. I heard the shower go off, and a few minutes later the door opened
and Susan stepped out. She had stopped crying and was wearing nothing but a
sheepish smile and a motel bath towel that wasn't quite big enough to
completely cover her.
She came over to me and started to whisper an apology for what she had done,
but I stopped her immediately, assuring her that it was just an accident and
could have happened to anyone. To my surprise she came closer, and the next
thing I knew she was pressing her body against me with her arms tightly
around me and her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. At the same time
the towel fell to the floor, once again totally revealing that perfect body.
My cock, which was just beginning to relax, sprang to li moment. She was like a sex
maniac, working her hands and mouth all over me, teasing until I felt that if
I had to wait another second to enter her, I would explode. At last, she
lay on her back.
"Now. Please, now," she moaned as she spread her legs wide, and raised her
hips to meet me.
I heard her gasp as I buried myself deep inside her saturated pussy. In
another minute I felt her muscles contracting and heard her cry out in
ecstacy. At the same time my cock erupted, flooding her with hot semen as we
both came together in a long shuddering climax.
We continued to fuck for what seemed like hours in every imaginable position,
both of us climaxing several times more. When we finally had to stop I
couldn't remember ever having been so drained.
Afterwards, as we lay side by side she turned to me and said softly, "My
little accident really turned you on before, didn't it?"
I didn't reply at first, since I didn't know quite what to say. Apparently I
hadn't been able to hide my excitement or the bulge in my pants as well as I
had thought.
"Don't worry," she went on, "To tell you the truth, in spite of all the
embarrassment, I got pretty turned on myself. I've never pooped in my pants
before, but it was quite an experience. I might even want to try it again
sometime."
She looked at me with a sly grin.
"Of course, it probably wouldn't be as much fun alone. What do you think?"
What I thought was that she wasn't going to need to to ask me twice.
Well, the result was that Susan has really gotten into panty pooping, and she
and I now meet regularly for messy fun and games. She manages to schedule
six or seven business meetings a year in my city, and in the evening after we
have dinner, we always go back to her hotel room.
Usually she starts out fully clothed, pretending she has to go and can't hold
it. She moans and groans, and dances around, pressing on herself with her
hands. Eventually she strips down until all she has on are sheer, tight
fitting panties, at which time she turns her back to give me a perfect view
of that gorgeous firm ass. Then she bends over, spreads her legs, and slowly
squeezes out a full load into the seat of her panties. I know that she's
been saving this up all day. The sight of her performing this most private
of bodily functions in front of me really makes my cock swell. I listen to
her grunt with the effort and watch as her panties expand and fill up. Then
when it's all out, she sits on the floor to help spread it around.
Sometimes, just for variety, she drops her panties at the last minute. Then
I get a perfect view of her puckered asshole. I watch as it slowly begins to
protrude. As it opens up wider, I can see the brown tip which becomes thick
log of shit sliding out. Usually this is repeated three or four times, but
sometimes it exits as one long soft mass. At least some of it generally
lands in the seat of her lowered panties, and when she's done, she quickly
raises them again, smearing the poop on her smooth cheeks and into her crack.
Often seeing that is enough to make me shoot my load right there.
After that, it's my turn to do it for her. I've been saving up for a day or
two also, and by this time the urge to go is pretty strong. Once my pants
are off and I'm down to my cotton briefs, all I have to do is relax. The
thought of what I am about to do increases my excitement. Although my back
is turned, I feel Susan's eyes on me. I can tell that as she is watching,
she is rubbing her pussy with one hand and kneading the load in her panties
with the other. I hear her heavy breathing as her anticipation increases.
The feeling of her watching me do something so forbidden is more than enough
to harden my cock again. I feel the increased pressure, but I hold it in a
little longer just to tease Susan.
Finally, I squat slightly, and with little effort, my anal opening expands
and I feel the poop slowly begin to slide out. At first I try to control it,
but about halfway through I usually lose control and begin to push. The
remaning load is forced out filling my briefs and spreading out soft and warm
against my skin.er tremble. We sink to the floor pressing our
bodies together.
After rolling around a bit more, spreading it even further, we head for the
shower where we slowly lather up and wash each other sensuously, stroking and
probing each crevice and opening to make sure everything is squeaky clean.
We dry each other off tenderly, and then it's into bed for a long night of
fucking and sucking.
Although we both date others when we are apart, we've agreed not to share
these special pleasures with anyone else. Hopefully, Susan and I will be
able to continue our messy relationship for a long time to come.
<<< THE END >>>
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