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Posted by CFW on December 08, 1998 at 08:40

Melissa's Jubilee

It was the last night of their stay in Vegas, Dan had them booked for the seven oclock Jubilee with reservations in the steakhouse before the show. Melissa had been constipated for the past two days which always depressed her, but she awoke this morning with the urge to go and it had been building all day. By the time she was dressing for supper it was starting to become desperate and Melissa was getting excited.

For this occasion she was wearing black silken panties which had a high waist, contoured up the front thigh but with a substancial amount of material in the seat which she knew was going to be needed. She had on a lacy black bra to match and black tights. The shiny black shoes she wore had four inch heels and Melissa took a while standing in her underwear studying herself in the mirror before finishing dresssing.

Exquisite though she may be, some men might find it difficult to live with a self centered woman who constantly fussed over herself. Or perhaps they might think it sad that one so beautiful would allow the thrust of her life to become centered around pooping in her panties. But Dan was more than glad to have a woman such as she and grew hard looking at her looking at herself.

Melissa had one hand pressed tight to her crotch holding back her pee as Dan zipped up the back of her dress. The expensive outfit she had purchased especially for this night was a stunning dress that was very short falling just three inches below her crotch. It was sleeveless with a rounded neck line which showed a bit of her cleavage. The matching jacket, also black with black velvet flowers, lapel and pocket flaps, buttoned once at the waist and hung the same length as the dress.

She had her blond hair in a french braid tied low at the neck with a black velvet band and wore her regular array of jewelry, many gold ear rings, necklaces, braclets and a ring on just about every finger. Finally ready to leave Melissa stowed her purse under her arm and they headed for the elevators, her hand still clamped up under her short skirt. Dan couldn't believe how incredably sexy his beautiful wife looked.

Waiting at the elevators Melissa crossed her knees sqeesing her thighs together as she bobbed up and down, her hand already becoming wet. She stepped inside, the doors hadn't even closed when she turned so that Dan could watch, hiked up her dress and with her legs spread immediately peed a heavy stream through her clean panties and pantyhose. After about a minute or so her flow died down to a dribble leaving a flood on the floor of the elevator. She gave Dan a kleenex from her puse to wipe her crotch and thighs.

The large meal in the steakhouse increased the pressure on Melissa's bowels and her nervous antics were a clear indication that she had become quite desperate to shit. God Dan she she said, hissing through clenched white teeth, I don't think I can hold out until we get in the theater. Melissa's ass was sweating now, her sphincter muscles twitching on the brink and then suddenly they gave up. Ohh Dan, I can't hold it she hissed.

Dan paid the bill and they left the restaurant walking through the casino enroute to the theater. Melissa's bum hole had opened up to the maximum as the massive slug of shit within her bowels began to move toward her panties. She was opened so wide that it actually hurt and she wanted to touch herself. Men's heads turned as this vision of loveliness passed by, if only they knew, what would they think.

Melissa was breathing heavily as they took their seats, the huge brown head of her bowel movement halted in it's progess against her panties. Before dressing she had inserted a finger, her load was hard as a rock, with it's size and being relatively dry was not going to pass easily or quietly. Her cunt was getting moist with anticipation, this was Melissa's absolute favourite way to shit her panties in public.

The show had begun, no longer able to stand it Melissa lifted the back of her dress and moved to the edge of her seat. Canting herself forward with her forarms on her knees she lifted her ass from the seat and with a tone of pure exilleration in her voice said ahhh I'm pooping my panties. Those words where quickly followed by AAAARRRRRGGGGH, as she tightened up her belly and bore down for all she was worth in the darkened theater.

Hardly noticable over the confussion on stage Dan heard her straining HUUNNGGH HUUNNGGH AAARRGGH AAARRGGH to force it out. The hard brown monster two and a half inches in diameter moved out six inches into her panties with that familiar crackling sound before breaking off. Melissa's bossom heaved from the exertion. Her eyes were closed, her head down, her sex juices flowing.

HUUUGGGGHHH! HUUUGGGHHH! ARRRGGGGHH! she strained again, holding her breath in order to pit her diaphram and abdominal muscles against the shit in her bowels. Pfpfpfpfpf, six more inches of hard thick dark brown poop crowded into her panties. She reached back to feel the load giving a sensual aaahhh of approval before catching her breath once more. HUUUMMMMFF, ARRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH! and pfpfpfpfpf a huge slightly less solid mass was pushed into the seat of her panties.

By this time Melissa had her hand under her skirt working her pussy. There was some murmuring in the row behind them.
A good looking woman sitting next to her kept repeating oh my god, oh my god. Melissa looked up at her and smilled taking another deep breath then pushed. NNNUUUUUUGGGGHH!
The load of shit in her panties now stretched them and her tights to the maximum.

But the woman didn't leave, her hand rubbing herself as Melissa was doing. And then eyes closed, mouth wide open, Melissa came, ah aah aaahhh, Dan exploiding into his pants at the same time. The woman beside her, who later approached and huged her and who had a suspicious bulge in the seat of her own skirt, came as well.

Because of it's solidness and the way she was sitting while pooping herself, the first log had pushed up into her panties almost to the waist band. It lodged between the cheeks of her well formed butt and remained there until Dan changed her. The second massive turd moved under the first tenting her panties outward five inches so that when she stood the back of her dress at the hem line was pulled snug across the protrusion. In the bottom of her panties was a big lumpy ball the size of an orange which saged her panties downward and was quite visable below her short dress if veiwed from a slightly lowered angle.

Melissa delicately sat herself back onto the massive load drawing air between her teeth as she felt the hardness of it against her. Contented she watched the rest of the show revelling in the wonderful smell of her own shit and pleased with her accomplishment.

They filed out after the show with the rest of the throng, Dan one step behind where he could taste her odour and watch where the shit in her panties lifted out her skirt as it swayed side to side with her steps. He watched Melissa's hand touching back there checking her prise as she walked out.

Outside the doors Melissa pulled him aside to a relitively quite corner where she could piss. She placed both hands on a railing over looking the casino, bent over spreading her legs and splashed a stream of urine into the carpet between her feet.

They spent the remainder of the evening playing the slots, gambling and drinking at the bar as any normal couple would do. Toward the end of the night Melissa was holding her crotch again before finally releaving herself near the backarack tables. The couple finally returned to their suite in the wee hours of the morning.

Melissa had slept in loaded panties on more occassions than one could count but they had an early flight so she reluctantly conceeded that Dan had to change her now. She threw her hand bag on the bed, removed her jacket, dropping it to the floor and went into the bathroom. With a finger in her mouth and a pouty look on her face she said Melissa did a big poo poo and needs her panties changed. She then sheepishly turned her back to show him her mess.

Dan reached down lifting the mini dress away from her loaded panties. Melissa did a really big poo poo he said pressing his hand into the mound, what a good girl and she hissed her approval. He undid the back of her dress slipping it to the floor so she could step out of it. The black panties she wore under her tights were of a highly stretchable material that followed the bulging contours of the shit load contained within them.

Her panties saged down and outwards at the bottom in a lumpy brown ball. Just above that part of her mess was a protrusion of hard shit pushing them out five inches from her ass hole and an even larger log stuck up into her crack. This was the largest crap Melissa had done in her panties in a long time.

With one hand up to her face, thumb in mouth, the other exploring her genital region, Melissa watched in the mirror as Dan carefully drew her pantyhose over the load in her panties. He pulled them down to her ankles removing them along with her shoes, his face at her backside taking in the smell of stale shit.

Then he took off her panties noting that for the amount of crap they containedthe weight wasn't excessive due to it's realitive dryness. There was dried poop caked to her bum from her hairless crotch right up the crack of her gorgeous ass but it was not a lot.

Dan dropped her loaded panties to the floor and she stepped out of them, looking almost sad as he dumped her poop in the toilet and flushed it away. The brown shit stain in the seat of her black panties was not that bad considering what had been sitting in them for the past five hours. He ran her bath and while she soaked washed her dirty underwear in the sink and hung them to dry.

Melissa lay face down on the bed while Dan massaged baby oil into her sweet buns. After an hour of really great sex he helped into her pink panties and nightie and they lay in each others arms until they feel asleep. But just before doing so Dan felt that wonderful wet warmth as Melissa peed on him in the bed.


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