Posted by cfw on November 24, 1998 at 08:23
Melissa Plays The Craps In Vegas
At thirty eight years of age Melissa is what every guy would call hot. With a perfect body maintained by rigorous daily exercise and an extremely beautiful face she could pass as twenty anywhere. Melissa took the time as she had no need to work because her husband Dan was more than a good provider, to constantly pamper herself. The results were amazing for she turned heads everywhere she went.
Among Melissa's unbelievably large collection of clothes was an equally unbelievable number of panties in all styles and colours most of them with a lot of material in the seat. She needed them as he well knew because he cleaned her panties and not a week went by where there wasn't at least six or seven pairs with terrible shit stains in them and probably twice that many in which she had peed, usually more than once.
The only time Melissa's poop went into the toilet was when Dan dumped the sometimes massive loads from her discarded panties into it. The greatest joy in Melissa's life it would seem was to mess her panties in public places and Dan had to admit that her doing so was the greatest joy in his life as well.
Mellisa's strange potty habits were not something that was sprung on Dan after he married her because he had known her since she was four. She lived next door, the little sister of his best friend. Growing up it simply became an accepted fact that Melissa always went to the toilet in her underwear and that was that. And Dan had on numerous occasions witnessed her doing just that.
One time he was in their living room when Melissa stood up, bent over pushing a load into her underpants, checked how much she had done and went back to her playing. Another time she was about twelve playing in the street. After fidgeting awhile she slipped between their houses and in about the same way messed in her shorts. Dan was cleaning his car and when Melissa saw that he was watching she just shrugged her shoulders and smilled at him before skipping off to rejoin her friends.
Dan had witnessed her pee and poop her panties on so many occasions that he couldn't count them all yet spent many a night masterbating as he tied to remember every accident. Melissa went her entire life declairing her love for Dan but he didn't let his feelings for her be known until she was fifteen when she became his steady girlfriend.
He knew it was true love when on their very first date Melissa shit her panties while sitting right beside him in the show and then afterwards went to the restaurant as if nothing had happened. God she looked hot that night in a tight blue denim mini dress that was so short he could see the huge brown stained lump in the seat of her white leggings as she walked up the stairs in front of him.
Over the years Dan learned a great deal about her messing habits. He knew she wet the bed every night, wet and pooped her panties under the short tartan skirt of her school uniform most every day. Sometimes she would do it in class or in a quiet place in the school yard or on the bus. Her mom would check and change her everyday. She cleaned Melissa's messes right up until she was eighteen and Dan gladly took it over when on the first night of their honeymoon he found out that she had crapped her panties at the wedding reception.
And now here they were twenty years later in Vegas for a week celabrating nothing in particular. Melissa had not moved her bowels the day before they left and was constipated the first day here. The following afternoon however she had to go big time but suppressed the urge for as long as she could.
She was wearing a white blouse with white silky flowers on it tucked into tight blue jeans that were worn and faded in all the right places. She had on black boots, the type with the big chunky heels and wore a thin black leather coat that fitted snug to the waist then flaired out over her shapely hips to cover the top half of her shapely ass. Her mid length wind blown blond hair was eccentuated by heavy eye makeup and dark lipstick which she thought gave her that bitch look.
They were walking back from MGM to Ballys when Melissa decided that she could no longer hold it and told Dan that she was going to dump in her panties. The front of her jeans was already wet as she had relieved herself through them several times that day. The pee stain looked like an upside down heart from half way up the zipper to four inches down the front and between her thighs. And now a huge turd was starting to snake it's way into the back of her panties.
Stop here Dan I'm going to shit Melissa said pulling him to the railing by the fountain at the entrance to Ballys. She stood angled to the railing with one hand on it, the other on top of his at her waist, her lover standing close behind her. She bent over slightly pressing her gorgeous rear end into him. He could feel her tighten up as she caught her breath and held it bringing pressure to bear on her bowels.
NNNNGGGH! Dan heard her grunting and heard the pfpfpfpf sound of her soft shit as it slid out and into her panties. They were fairly secluded beside a pillar, one other couple close by didn't know exactely what they were witnessing, although the smell was unmistakable. They didn't stick around for long. ARRRNNNNGGGHH! Pfpfpfpf, Melissa pushed harder and suddenly the back side of her jeans bulged outward.
Her effort was followed by an aahhh of pleasure and satisfaction. Breathing hard she reached her hand back then bore down again. HUUUGGGGGHH! Pfpfpfpf, the bulge under her hand doubled in size. Melissa pushed again and again until her job was finished and three days worth of nice warm smelly poop strained the silky white panties that she wore under her jeans.
The visual contours of Melissa's derrier had changed dramatically in accomodating her massive load. It had the effect of a huge chocolate ice cream cone shoved upside down into her panties. There was a brown discoloration in the saging baseball sized bulge at the bottom which extended up into the crack of her shapely ass.
Of course the contour of the front of Dan's jeans had changed as well. He had his arms around her from behind and was pushing his hardon into the side of her butt. Melissa was breathing heavy her hand frantically working the front of her jeans. Oh god I'm going to cum she said sucking air through her teeth. She leaned her head back onto Dan's shoulder closing her eyes. Ah, ahh, ahh, oohhhh! Melissa came in a heavy sream of piss that dakened her crotch under where her hand was pressing, and Dan came at the same time.
They took to the long entrance way into Ballys both enthrawled by what she had done. He watching the poop stained lump in her jeans flick back and forth as she walked and her stealing feels back there every few minutes. Those who smelled or saw that she had soiled herself said nothing because of the unwritten law that what ever a beautiful woman does is beautiful, including going to the toilet in her pants.
That was two days ago and Melissa seemed to be happily back to her regular toilet habits having pooped again last night. Yesterday morning she arose after having wet the bed and went about her day peeing through the black leggings she wore while suppressing the urge to shit as she most times likes to do.
By the evening it had become urgent but it wasn't until after she had bathed and dressed to go out for a late supper at an exclusive restaurant that Melissa decided to go. For this night out she had chosen a sexy sparkly blue mini dress. She was wearing black lacey underwear and pantyhose and tettering on a pair of four inch heels which accented her shapely legs. She madeup and wore her hair back for a more sophisticated look and carried a black hand bag to match her shoes.
The way she squirmed about in the limo on the way over Dan knew she really had to go. They were sitting in the parlor having a drink before their reservations were called when Melissa became quiet and seemed distracted. These were sure signs that she about to poop in her panties so Dan watched her every move.
Melissa lifted her bum off the chair and pulled up the back of her dress in one smooth move. A look of concentration came over her face , her eyebrows narrowed slightly and her jaw was set. Sitting on the edge of her chair she leaned foward onto the table and Dan saw her face flush a bit as she gathered her breath. Bearly audible he heard her go hhhhmmmmmffffff and recognized soft scraping sound like pfpfpfpf as she pushed her shit into her panties.
He watched and listened as she repeated the procees a few more times until she was sitting on a good sized load of semi hard poop. The smell was a bit noticable but none knew where it was comming from so just ignored it. Melissa seemed to stare passed Dan for a moment then closed her eyes and he heard the muffled splashing of her pee dropping into the thick carpet below the table. They finished their drinks and went in for a long liezurely supper.
Melisa drank quite a lot of whine in the restaurant and was a little tipsy by the time they left. She walked out with one hand clasped tight under her dress and just stopped in the lobby, squatted down with her legs spread and pissed her panties. This created quite a spectacle about which she giggled all the way back to the hotel. He held her close and in a stupper she looked at him longingly and said I need my panties changed.
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