Kerry and Sara Go to the Movies

 

 

 

 

Sara leaned forward. "So, are you doing anything after class?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought about it," said Kerry. She sat in the desk in front of Sara.

Sara was a strawberry blonde, five feet and seven inches tall in her socks. Kerry was a brunette, half an inch taller than Sara. Both were built like athletes, yet they were feminine enough to turn heads. Sara played volleyball for the college team. Kerry ran track and specialized in the 100-meter dash.

"Wanna go see a movie?" Sara said, her heart pounding. She'd been trying to get her nerve up to ask that question all semester. Spring was here, and there were only three more weeks of school. It was now or never.

"Sure, that would be great," Kerry said.

The professor walked into the room and started to lecture. Sara opened her book and began taking notes, as did Kerry and most of the other students. Sara could barely concentrate. Kerry had agreed so quickly. Did she think of the movie as a romantic date or a friend date? Sara forced her mind to think about the professor's lecture on asexual reproduction. She didn't dare let herself dream of sharing her deepest secret with Kerry. It was a secret she'd never told anyone outside her family.

Class ended. Outside the building Kerry and Sara paused. Sara's shoulder-length hair glistened reddish gold in the afternoon sun. "You have beautiful hair," Kerry said. She touched her own short, straight, dark hair. "Is it naturally curly?"

Sara's heart began to beat harder again. "It's always been like this," she said. "I tried straightening it once. Didn't take. But I love the color of yours, and the way you cut it. It looks so . . . boyish." She could hardly bring herself to look Kerry in the eyes as she spoke.

"Oh, thank you," said Kerry. "So what movie did you want to see? I probably need to go back to the dorm and change first."

Change? Sara thought. Changing was what you did before a real date. "Yes, let's change before we go. Then we can decide what movie to see."

They both lived in the same dorm, McCormac Hall. The walk took only five minutes. Sara's room was on the third floor, and she knew Kerry's was on the fifth because several times, when Kerry was on the elevator, Sara had ridden all the way to the top, just to spend a few more seconds being close to her.

"Meet you back here in ten minutes?" Kerry asked when they reached the lobby.

"Okay."

In her room, Sara could barely decide what to wear. She didn't want too look too flirty, but being too casual could be a mistake, too. She settled on a pair of fairly short blue jean shorts and a tank top with a button up shirt as a cover-up. Taking off the shirt would show off her cleavage and thighs and butt if the time seemed right. Under the shorts she wore full-cut cotton panties with a simple lace waistband. She stood with her back to the full-length mirror, lifted up the shirt, and bent forward while looking over her shoulder. The white line of the panties just barely peeked out under her shorts. Perfect.

Kerry was waiting in the lobby when Sara stepped off the elevator. She wore a suede jacket over a white T-shirt and tight blue jeans that showed off her perfect butt. Sara felt a tingling in her panties when she saw her.

"Those shorts really look nice on you. They show off your legs," Kerry said.

"Thanks. I love those jeans, too." Sara decided to drop a hint, so she added, "They really make your butt look fine."

"I heard that new movie about aliens is good," Sara said as they walked outside.

"Really? You like that sort of thing?" Kerry asked. "I was thinking it might be fun to see the remake of Romeo and Juliet. It's romantic, you know."

Sara could barely believe her luck. This beautiful girl wanted to see a romantic movie with her. Was she trying to tell her something?

"Should we drive to the theater or walk?" Kerry asked.

"I could use the exercise. Let's walk," Sara said.

The theater was fifteen minutes away. The walk took them through the park, past children's playground equipment and a rock garden and some large, ancient oaks. By the time they got their popcorn and found seats, the previews were almost over. They whispered about the characters when the movie started. Sara pointed out the guy playing the Romeo. "Isn't he cute? He reminds me of my brother's best friend," she said.

"I guess he's cute, but he's not my type," Kerry said.

"Really? Who is your type?"

"Juliet is my type. I hope that doesn't bother you."

Sara felt for Kerry's hand in the dark. She wondered if Kerry would feel how fast her heart was beating. She could barely keep her fingers from trembling.

"Bother me? Why do you think I asked you out?"

She found Kerry's hand and laid hers on it. Kerry squeezed her hand and placed it on Sara's bare thigh. "Just checking," she said. Sara felt her nipples harden at the touch of Kerry's hand on her leg.

Kerry's hand gradually drifted up Sara's thigh as the movie went on. By the time it was over, Sara knew her panties were so wet they must be making a spot on her shorts.

After the movie they walked slowly back toward the dorm. They held hands. Kerry paused in the park, in front of the largest oak, and pulled Sara toward her. "I hope there aren't any bears in the woods," Kerry said. "I'm terrified of bears."

"Me, too," said Sara. "And scorpions."

She kissed Sara's lips and put her hands on Sara's butt. At first their lips brushed together as light as feathers; soon Sara opened her lips and invited Kerry's tongue in her mouth. Kerry put her hands under the shirt and rubbed Sara's butt. "You have the nicest ass I've ever seen," she whispered.

"Not as nice as yours," Sara said. She could hardly believe how quickly things were moving. "Do you know low long I've dreamed of kissing you?"

"As long as I dreamed of doing this?" Kerry said, and put her left hand on Sara's breast. Her right hand moved to the zipper of Sara's shorts and pulled it down.

"Should we go back to the dorm?" Sara asked. She could hear children playing on the swing set in the late summer dusk. No one could see her and Kerry now, but if anyone walked around the rock garden, they might be spotted.

"Okay, let's go."

The walk back to the dorm seemed to take forever. Sara tried to decide if she should share her other secret with Kerry. She didn't want to scare her away. On the other hand, if anyone had told her this morning that by this evening, Kerry would be fondling her breast and thrusting her tongue in her mouth, Sara would not have believed it.

They held hands the whole time, even when they walked through the lobby. Sara caught Amy's eye as she walked past the desk. Amy winked when she saw Kerry and Sara holding hands.

"Whose room are we going to?" Kerry asked.

"My roommate won't be in," said Sara. "She went home for the weekend."

"Mine hardly ever leaves the room," said Kerry. "Let's go to your room."

As soon as the door was closed, Sara removed her button up shirt and Kerry took off her jacket. Sara lifted Kerry's T-shirt over her head. She wore a lacy white bra. "Let me help you with that," Sara said, even though she could see it hooked in front. Kerry's nipples were pink rose-colored buds surrounded by honey-colored areolas. Sara kissed them slowly, one at a time.

Kerry unbuttoned Sara's shorts and pulled them halfway down her thighs. They moved together toward Sara's bed. Sara lay down and lifted her legs. Kerry pulled the shorts off and dropped them to the floor. She lay down by Sara and said, "I love your panties. There's something so soft and comforting about a full pair of cotton panties."

"I'm glad you like them. I have a large collection, from silk thongs to boy-short panties, but these are my favorites, too. What kind of panties are you wearing?"

"Why don't you help me off with these jeans, and you can see?"

Without another word, Sara unbuttoned and unzipped Kerry's jeans. Incredibly, Kerry was wearing the same panties!

"You are so gorgeous," Sara said, putting her hand on Kerry's moist panties between her legs.

Just then, Sara felt the urge to poop. It was probably the effect of the popcorn and soda at the movies. Still, she hadn't gone for a couple of days, so she thought it would be a firm poop. She took a deep breath and said, "I like these panties for lots of reasons."

"Like what?"

"One reason is that you can wear short shorts and show off your panties. It's fun to tease the boys. And the girls," she added, kissing Kerry's lip and nibbling her tongue softly.

"That's a good reason. Any others?"

Was Kerry's question headed the way she hoped? Sara wondered. "Well, there is one other reason," she said slowly.

"What's that?"

"You might think it's gross."

"Why not try me?"

Sara knew this was her chance. If she didn't tell now, she might never be able to. "Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm in public and there's no restroom, or the restroom is locked or dirty, or sometimes when I'm in bed and really lazy, I like to, you know, go in my panties."

There. She'd said it. Sara held her breath to see how Kerry would react.

"Go? You mean pee your panties? We all have little accidents," said Kerry.

"I know. But I mean accidentally on purpose. And. . . ."

"Really? I've never peed myself on purpose. Not since I was little, anyway. Is it fun?" She sucked on Sara's left nipple.

"Oh, that feels so good," Sara moaned. "Yes, peeing yourself is one of the greatest feelings in the world. The warm pee floods your panties, and you're all wet, and you can rub your pussy and almost instantly be off to the most delightful orgasm. It's almost as good as. . . ." She hesitated.

"As what? Out with it. If you tell me, I'll tell you a secret."

"Okay, you first."

"Once," Kerry said, "when he was nineteen and I was eighteen, I sucked my brother's cock. He dared me to do it and let his best friend watch. I said I would if his friend would jack off while I did it."

"And did he?"

"Are you kidding? The little pervert had his cock out before I could even pull down my brother's tighty-whities."

"So how was it?"

"It was okay. No big deal. I learned that boys' cum tastes like pee. Salty. Now it's your turn."

"Okay. Well, sometimes, when I'm really horny, and when I need to do number two, I like to just go in my panties. I like to poop the whole load in my panties and feel it squeezing out between my ass cheeks right against the panties. As a matter of fact. . . ."

"Yes?" Sara could hear the excitement in Kerry's voice. It was dark outside now. The only light in the room came from the streetlight outside and the small lamp on the desk.

"As it happens, I need to go right now." Sara was almost whispering. She quivered with excitement at the thought of lying in bed and pooping her panties with this beautiful girl.

"Go? You mean poop?"

"Yes."

Kerry slid her fingers under the waistband of Sara's panties. She put her fingers against Sara's throbbing pussy. She leaned close and whispered in Sara's ear, "I want you to poop for me, you dirty girl. I want you to fill your panties. I want to feel your pretty white panties as you poop." Kerry's tongue parted Sara's lips as she finished speaking.

Sara opened her mouth wide. Her tongue found Kerry's. She explored Kerry's mouth with her tongue as Kerry's fingers explored her pussy. Sara put both of her hands inside Kerry's panties and caressed her luscious ass. Sara parted Kerry's ass and found her anus with her right hand. Sara caressed the rosebud of Kerry's ass and relaxed her own muscles.

Sara felt the turd begin to spread her ass cheeks. Sara could tell it was perfectly firm. She moaned in ecstasy, her mouth full of Kerry's tongue. Kerry massaged Sara's ass, her hands running over Sara's white panties. Sara could feel Kerry pressing the panties against her ass. She tightened her muscles a little to prolong the pleasure as far as possible.

Sara could resist no longer. She felt the poop slide out against the panties. Kerry gasped. Their mouths parted. "You're doing it. Sara, you're pooping. You're doing a poo in your panties!"

Sara felt the turd spreading her ass cheeks and pushing against her panties. Kerry held her hands over Sara's ass and the pressure felt wonderful. Sara pushed and groaned and felt another lump of poo emerge from her anus. As she pooped her panties, she squeezed her finger into Kerry's anus.

"Oh, that feels good," said Kerry. "Push harder."

Sara didn't know if Kerry meant for her to push her finger farther into Kerry's bumhole or to push more poop into her panties, but she did both. Sara felt an amazing third large turd burst into her well-filled panties.

As the last of her poo squeezed out into her panties, Sara felt a powerful orgasm beginning. A thousand angels were singing in her pussy and ass, their voices now reaching a crescendo. Just as Sara's orgasm peeked, Kerry took her hands off Sara's ass and thrust them into her own panties. She rubbed furiously at her pussy.

"I'm coming!" Kerry cried out. "I'm coming, and I need to poo!"

Sara hadn't imagined things could get any better. But just as her orgasm began to subside, she felt a warm, firm turd pushing against her finger where she had been massaging Kerry's asshole. She pulled out her finger and snugged Kerry's panties against her cheeks. "Yes, oh, Kerry, I want to feel you poo your panties. Make a big load in your white panties for me!"

Kerry gasped with pleasure. She began to shudder with her own orgasm. Her breath against Sara's neck was hot. Sara ran her hands over Kerry's panties and felt them began to bulge with poo. Just as hers had been, Kerry's poo was the perfect firmness for filling panties.

Too weak from their mutual orgasm to move, they lay still for several minutes.

Sara thrust her tongue in Kerry's ear and breathed deeply her warm, girly smell. "Are you sure you never pooped your panties before? You're so good at it, I'd have guessed you were an old hand at panty-pooping."

"Until tonight, I was a panty-pooping virgin. I'm glad I lost my panty-poo virginity with you. There are three weeks of school left. Just think how much we can poop in three weeks. We'd better go panty shopping tomorrow."

"I agree," Sara said, and sighed. They drifted off to sleep, still lying in each other's arms, naked except for their white, poop-filled panties.

 

Told to Use Her Panties - new story

 

 

 

 

 

New story idea taken from the question on one of the forum boards that asked, “Were you ever told to just go to the bathroom in your pants?”

The Parkers were getting the van ready for a 5 hour drive to attend the wedding of their niece. Mr. Parker told the girls, “Better use the bathroom before we leave. We won’t be stopping until we get to the hotel. We have a tight schedule if we want to clean up and change and then get to the wedding on time.” They had the van packed and ready to go. Mr. Parker had topped off the fuel tank and it could easily go 400 miles on the highway without needing to be refilled.

Ashleigh, 19 years old, was home from college and was going with her family. Her favorite cousin was getting married. Her little sister, Sabrina, was only 6 years old. Sabrina was a late life baby who was unexpected but very welcome.

“Let’s get going. We’ll have very little time when we get to the hotel already. “ They climbed into the car and pulled out. Mrs. P said, “I have packed a nice lunch we can eat on the road. There is plenty of soda and water in the cooler. We won’t need to stop for anything. I hope you went to the bathroom just before we left. Ashleigh just made a noise, mumbled something about not being a baby, and sat back with her headphones on to listen to her music. Sabrina had a video in the van’s player to watch and she also used headphones so the noise was kept to a minimum.

About an hour into the trip Ashleigh started to fidget a bit. She was moving in her seat as though she was uncomfortable. Mrs. P glanced back to see what was the trouble and saw that Ashleigh’s hand was between her legs. Fifteen minutes later Ashleigh’s legs were bouncing up and down and going in and out. Mrs. P knew that Ashleigh needed to go and was even getting a little desperate. Finally Ashleigh said, “Can we stop at the next rest area? I need to pee.”
Mr. P answered, “You should have gone before we left. I know you did not because you were playing that computer game right until we loaded the van. You were told that we do not have time to make any stops.”
Ashleigh cried, “But I really need to go!”
“Well, you will just have to go in your pants. I am not stopping.”

A few minutes after they passed a sign that read, “REST AREA 2 MILES”. Ashleigh piped up, “See, there is a rest area coming up. I won’t take long to just run in and use the rest room. Please stop.” As she said this, Mr. P continued right past the exit without a word. Ashleigh yelled, “I really need to go. What about Sabrina? She’s just a little kid and she must need to pee soon.”

Mrs. P told Ashleigh, “Sabrina is still in night time diapers just as you were until you were seven. I had her use a diaper for this trip. She will be fine. If you need to go, just do it in your pants. You will feel much better and we will have some peace.”

Ashleigh could not believe what she had just heard her mother say. Another fifteen minutes passed with Ashleigh becoming more desperate. She really did not want to do this with her parents and sister right there. Then she felt another urge begin to assert itself. She thought, “Oh No! I hope I can hold this back until we arrive at the hotel.” Both urges became stronger. With her hand under her skirt and between her legs in an attempt to hold her pee, Ashleigh felt a dampness begin to enter her panties before she could clamp down to stop it. The need to poop was also getting stronger and she felt like the poo was starting to poke out. Ashleigh was involuntarily beginning to release some gas and could tell that it would be a smelly poop. She really wished she had listened to her mom and dad and used the bathroom before they left.

“Mom! I need to do more than just pee! Please make dad stop at the next rest area.” Her mother answered, “I already told you, just go to the bathroom in your pants. You can clean up at the hotel. After all, it won’t be the first time for you.”
What do you mean?” , Ashleigh cried.
“I know you have done it more than once since you went to school. In fact, I know you have done it in your pants since you have been home for the summer.”
“What are you talking about?” Ashleigh was starting to realize that she had not hidden her activities as well as she thought.
“I was doing laundry shortly after you came home. I found your dirty panties and even a pair of your white jeans that weren’t so white in the rear. I could not help but notice that most of your panties are well stained. I also found a pair of your shorts that are stained in a way that can only be from being peed in more than once.“
“Have you been snooping n my room? My room is my private area. You have no right to go in there when I’m gone.” She did not even try to deny what her mother had found.
“You need to know that you are still in our house. I will go where I want when I want. I was looking for laundry to do with ours. I was not snooping. If you leave them in the laundry bin I cannot help but see them. Anyways, like we said, just use your pants.”
“It’s going to smell!”
“We will deal with the smell. I am tired of your whining and won’t discuss this any longer. Besides, you are not the only one in this van who has needed to go.” Ashleigh wondered what her mother meant by that last remark. Probably that Sabrina had used her diaper, but how did mom know that?

Ashleigh still had her hand in her crotch and felt another stream of warm pee go into her panties. Again she was able to stop it. The urge was getting too strong and the next time she had a spasm was the end. She gasped as her panties began to get wetter. She could not stop the flow spreading through her panties and running to the seat of the van. The seats were covered with vinyl seat covers to protect them from Sabrina’s spills and accidents. The floor mats could easily be removed and cleaned so Mr. and Mrs. P did not worry about the van. Ashleigh felt the pee pool on her seat and soak into the rear of her panties. She was sitting on her skirt and knew it would be soaked. Suddenly Ashleigh felt the poo start to move. She tried to clamp down on her muscles but was unsuccessful. She knew she could not stop it so she lifted her rear a bit to let her poo slide more easily into her panties. Ashleigh indeed had done this in private many times and loved the feelings. This was the first time since she was Sabrina’s age that Ashleigh had pooped or peed her panties while anyone else was around. The fact that her mom and dad were right there and her sister was watching made it seem really weird but kind of sensual. And that her mother had known about this but not said anything until now, and then told her to do it, well that was just too much.

Ashleigh felt the hot mushy poop slide into her panties. She felt the panties tent out at the rear and the poop fill them. When she finally sat back down, the poop spread through her ass crack and up the front. She put her hand further down between her legs, feeling the wet gusset of her panties and then the soft much of the poop. The poop did not smell as bad as she had feared but it was noticeable so she opened the window. Mr. P turned the blower fan up to bring in more fresh air. Ashleigh looked at her sister to be sure she had gone back to watching the video. Her hand was still on her panties and she found her sensitive spot with her finger. Being careful to make no noise, she began to rub her crotch through the soaked and messy panties. Ashleigh looked out the window trying to look like she had resigned herself to her fate but all the while making herself feel really good down there. A couple of times she had to stifle a cry until she finally reached that ecstatic high that made it most difficult to contain herself. As she reached her silent orgasm she felt more pee go into her panties and felt them turn warm again. AS she came down from her high, Ashleigh could not believe what she had just done with her parents in the front seat. She had done this when alone in her own car and even with a friend who also had had a very messy and wet time in the car. She never would have believed that her own mother and father would tell her to use her panties instead of stopping at a restroom.

It was only another hour before they reached the hotel. Mr. P told Ashleigh to stay in the van until they had checked in. Then, with a jacket tied around her, they entered through the side door nearest the rooms. Ashleigh had to go up two floors of stairs because she did not want to go through the lobby to the elevators. She felt the sticky panties cling to her rear. By sitting in the car the poo was flattened against Ashleigh’s rear so the panties did not hang down to be visible below her skirt but the skirt had gotten wet and messy so it would be quite obvious to anyone who happened to look her way. Luckily they did not meet anyone on the way to the rooms. Mr. P had left all the van windows open to air out and returned to the van with towels to clean the seats where both Ashleigh and Mrs. P had wet them, and where Ashleigh had left poop stains.

Ashleigh and Sabrina had a room connected to their parent’s room by a door. Mr. and Mrs. P took Sabrina into their room to get her ready to attend the wedding. Sabrina was also quite messy. She had worn a diaper and had not made any fuss the whole trip. Mrs. P had also peed her panties at some time during the trip but no one else knew. This is what she had alluded to when talking to Ashleigh earlier. After all, if she was telling her daughter to use her panties, she may as well do the same. Only Mr. P was clean and dry.

Ashleigh immediately went into the bathroom and locked the door, They had about a half hour to get ready to go. Before getting undressed, Ashleigh dropped her skirt to the floor. Then she held her rear and pushed a bit. She felt another smaller load start to push out and felt the panties tent out once again as the hot poo filled them for the second time. Standing in the shower, Ashleigh relaxed completely and as her rear was filling with the poo, the crotch of her panties turned darker with fresh pee. The yellow pee, turned brown by all the poop it was mingling with, ran down her legs into the bathtub. She wanted to rub herself to another orgasm but there was no time now. She pealed the panties off of her bum, letting them drop with a plop to the tub. Then she picked them up, leaned out of the shower to empty the poop into the toilet and put the panties back on. She turned on the shower with her messy panties still on. She let the hot water rinse out her panties as she held the waistband out to catch the water. She turned around to do the same with the rear of the panties, enjoying the feeling of the water filling them before running out the bottom. Then she dropped the panties into the bathtub and continued to wash her rear, getting all of the poop off.

Ashleigh reached down to pick up the panties. They were totally stained with brown. Ashleigh needed to get moving because her dad was calling from their room. She filled the tub with water. Used a mini container of shampoo to soap up the panties and left them in the water to soak. Then, all fresh and clean, she joined her family to head to the wedding in plenty of time. She would no longer try to hide her stained undergarments from her mom. After all, she had been told to use her panties. She was looking forward to her new freedom to indulge herself at home.

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The Road Trip- Story

 

 Hi Everyone, I am a new member to the forum, but I wanted to share a story that I have been working on. I enjoy writing short stories in my spare time and wanted to try writing more explicit things to try and advance my writing. This story is sort of a fantasy of mine that I have enjoyed putting to paper. It is unfinished as of now but I would appreciate some direction and or criticism as to how I can enhance the story. It does feature some teenage characters as well as an adult character so I understand if some of you do not want to read it. The set up is a bit long but I tend to enjoy stories more when there is some extra background information. If you guys enjoy it I can submit the second half of it.

The Road Trip:


It’s Christmas eve, and Carolyn, Emma and their mother Annie, are on their way to spend the holiday with family in Buffalo, New York. Annie is 40 years old, and looks very good for her age. She is 5 foot 8, and about 135 pounds, with a slender frame. She has long dark hair, hazel eyes, and has a cute little freckle under her right eye that her daughter Emma also has. Annie divorced her husband a year ago for his infidelity and she has spent a lot of time getting in shape in the hope of finding another man. Despite the effort she has put into her physique, she has not had much luck dating because of the stresses of being a single mother. Things have been hard for both girls since their father left. Annie has been working tirelessly to make their days brighter and more gleeful but sometimes she feels like she is struggling to reach them. Annie is afraid that if she does attempt to date, her progress with the girls might stagnate. Women however have desires, and Annie has a strong sexual appetite but is able to release those urges by teasing the men at the gym. When the girls are at school, Annie works out at one of the more popular gyms in town. She likes to wear tight yoga pants that emphasize her new physique in an alluring and sexually deviant way. She often leaves the gym with her panties a bit heavier because she becomes extremely turned on by the wandering eyes of all the men sneaking glances. Her new found confidence in her body has made her feel 10 years younger and 10 times hotter compared to how she felt before she was married. She is looking forward to the trip with the girls because Annie can show her new hard body off to her family who have been worried about how she has been handling her recent struggles. She can now show them that although times have been tough, she has been taking care of herself and meeting her goals. It has been an unseasonably warm winter in Vermont and the girls have been enjoying the ability to wear autumn clothes just a little longer. Today, Annie has decided to wear some black yoga pants, white cotton panties, and a tight t-shirt for the road trip to Buffalo.

Annie’s oldest daughter Emma, is 16 years old and is a junior in high school. Emma is about 5 foot 5,120 pounds and petite. She has straight blond hair that goes down to the middle of her back. She got that from her father, as well as his bright blue eyes. Her breasts are rather small but have the ability to become quite perky when she is turned on. Emma is quiet and lacks confidence in addition to constantly overthinking everything. She should enjoy being a teenager instead of constantly worrying about everybody else’s opinions. She is beautiful, and when she feels confident, becomes a chatterbox. Annie always notices when she picks the girls up from school, that the boys can’t keep their eyes off of Emma. Annie worries about Emma and wonders if she will be able to overcome her shyness in order to really blossom into an adult. Since her father left, she has been reverting back to some antisocial habits that she had when she was a child, as well as some babyish habits. Emma hates using the bathroom in public. Sometimes when Annie picks her up from school, Emma is quite desperate to use the restroom. She will grab herself stealthily attempting to avoid Annie’s attention. Annie acts like she doesn’t see it happen, but she does. She chooses not to bring it up to her daughter because it can be a really awkward conversation. Emma would ultimately shy away from the discussion and pull back. Annie is also more worried about how her social habits have regressed after the divorce. Emma has had almost no friends come over in the past couple months and has quit the track team. Annie is worried that Emma’s lack of confidence is attributed to her nighttime troubles. Emma has been a bed wetter since she was 7 years old. She took to potty training rather quickly with very few accidents during her toilet training. After her 7th birthday however, she started to wet the bed habitually. Annie always worried that her daughters issue stemmed from her being a bad mother, but that is just her anxiety talking. She is sure however that Emma’s bedwetting issues are having a negative affect on her sociability. Recently though, Emma seems to have been handling her situation much better. She is definitely wetting much less which has led to Annie allowing Emma to go to bed without wearing protection. Annie decided that since the accidents were becoming less frequent, Emma didn’t need to wear her Goodnites anymore. Instead, Annie purchased a plastic mattress cover that she placed underneath Emma’s sheets. Emma was absolutely ecstatic about the change and seems to be a bit happier now that she doesn’t have to wear her diapers to bed anymore. Emma has been wetting less, but Annie has noticed a couple a times recently that Emma has been hiding a few incidents from her. Annie has found Emma’s sheets in the washer before school more than once in the last two weeks and has wondered how infrequent these accidents actually are. Annie still has a package of Goodnites stashed away in the girls bathroom just incase Emma’s wetting increases in frequency. Hopefully this phase is almost over for Emma, as she continues to blossom into a woman, only a year away from going away to college.

Annie’s other daughter Carolyn on the other hand is quite sociable and outgoing. She is constantly making new friends and enjoying the company of others outside of school. Carolyn is rather skinny, she is 5 foot 8, and 130 pounds. She has dark hair like her mother that falls just above her shoulders, and small breasts which she hates. She is very fond of her ass though which she likes to show off by wearing yoga pants almost everyday. Carolyn is 15 years old and is jealous of the attention that Emma gets from the boys in her class which leads to her to flirt a lot. Carolyn is a good sister but her jealously can sometimes cause the two to argue a lot. You see, Carolyn secretly loves that her older sister has bedwetting issues because it makes her feel better about herself. She maybe the youngest of the family, but she takes pride in not the baby. Carolyn has a tendency as the youngest to push boundaries and question everything. She and her mother Annie tend to also have arguments a lot which usually stem from Carolyn’s habit of challenging authority. She believes that at 15 years old, she is an adult and should be treated like one which leads to the hostility between her and her mother. The girls are excited to be spending Christmas with family as they haven't seen them since before their parents divorce. Emma is wearing a pretty blue dress that highlights her eyes and an old pair of panties with Elsa from Frozen on them that she has had since she was 10 years old. Carolyn is wearing a cashmere sweater and a tight pair of jeans with a lace thong that she begged her mother to buy her from Victoria Secret. Carolyn had also begged her mother to buy those jeans for her birthday this year knowing just how great her ass would look in them. She would have bought them herself but they were over 300 dollars, and she doesn’t have a job. She can’t wait until next year when she can finally work and actually purchase the things she wants. It can be really inconvenient to have to constantly get her mothers approval on everything she wants which sometimes leaves the two arguing. The girls are getting ready to leave and have begun packing up their car with their luggage before leaving for Buffalo.

“You girls excited for the big trip?” asked Annie. “Mom, I told you yesterday that I was excited, why do you constantly ask me the same questions? It’s extremely irritating,” replied Carolyn. “I’m excited mommy,” said Emma. “We’ll I am happy that you both are excited. I just hope this year you two don’t ruin the holidays like in the past with your bickering,” said Annie. “You guys got everything packed up? Your toothbrushes, Soaps, Shampoos, and all your toiletries? asked Annie. “Of course, I made sure to remember everything this time,” said Carolyn. “I am an adult now, you don’t need to be constantly checking everything I do.” Annie replied, “I’m your mother, It’s my job to make sure you have everything with you. I do not appreciate the attitude right now Carolyn. Were about to be stuck together in the car for a while so lets check our negatively at the door. Okay Honey? “Fine,” replied Carolyn. “Emma?” “Yes Mom?” asked Emma. “Did you remember to pack your Goodnites?” Annie asked. “I know you haven't had wet the bed in a couple weeks now, but since were staying at Grandma’s I think you should bring them just in case. Grandma doesn’t have a plastic sheet on any of her mattresses,” said Annie. “MOOOMMMM!!!!!” exclaimed Emma. “I’m 16 now, I don’t need to wear those anymore!” “Honey, I understand your embarrassed and that you have been dry for a while now, but it would behove you to make sure you don’t soil one of Grandma’s beds,” replied Annie. “I also remember about 4 days ago finding your sheets in the washer after you left for school. I didn’t say anything about it, but I think the both of us know why you decided to wash them,” said Annie. There was an awkward silence for about a couple seconds. Emma was nervously looking at the ground ashamed for having been caught by her mother for having another accident. She had been so good for a while but in reality, she has been just better at hiding the evidence. Although she no longer wets the bed as frequently, she still averages a handful of incidents each month. “Fine, I will bring them but I will only wear them at Grandma’s. Once were home I will not go back to wearing them at night anymore,” said Emma. Carolyn snickered at her sisters situation, something about her sisters problems helped to boost her ego.

The girls left their home in Burlington Vermont about 45 minutes ago and have about 5 hours left until they reach their destination. Annie is driving, Carolyn is sitting in the front seat and emma is sitting behind her in the backseat listening to music.

Emma was enjoying her music but she felt her stomach hurting, and she needed to pee. “Mom I need to use the restroom, can we stop somewhere soon” asked Emma. “Mom told us to use the bathroom before we left, why didn’t you listen to her?” said Carolyn. “I did use the bathroom, but I have to go again. What are you the pee police?” responded Emma. Carolyn replied, “I don’t want to prolong this drive anymore then it needs to be, and we left 45 minutes ago.” “Sorry baby, but we just got onto to highway and there isn’t going to be a rest stop for 100 miles,” said Annie. Emma replied, “I can wait to the rest stop.” Emma sat back into her seat, annoyed with her sister. Her urge to use the restroom wasn’t too bad just yet. She looked out the window at the falling snow and wondered why her sister was always so mean to her. Emma put her music back on and closed her eyes trying to think about how great it will be to see her family in just a little while. Carolyn and Emma had fallen asleep while their mother Annie continued to drive and listen to her audiobook.

Emma awakened 2 hours later to horrible stomach cramps. Her urge to pee was almost unbearable. “Mom, I need to use the bathroom really bad, why didn’t you wake me when we passed the rest area?” cried Emma. “Honey you were sleeping, I assumed you didn’t want me to wake you,” replied Annie. “How long until the next rest area?” Emma asked. Annie Replied, “about 45 minutes until the next place we can stop.” “I don’t think I can hold it mom, is there anyway you can pull over to the side of the road, its an emergency?” emma asked. “Im sorry baby but I wouldn’t be comfortable with that. The roads are bad and its snowing like crazy, it would be unsafe. If you really need to pee that bad, maybe I can find a cup for you to pee in,” said Annie. “I have to go number 2, I can’t do that in a cup. Please mom it’s and emergency!!” stated Emma. Emma grabbed her stomach in pain, she hasn’t felt this much stomach pain in her life before. She need to use the restroom very badly and knew that unless she could get out of this car and go, she would make a mess in her panties. If her sister Carolyn were to see that, she would tease her relentlessly and everybody at school would find out. Emma turned over to Carolyn to see if she was awake. Carolyn was sleeping ever so soundly with her head rested against the window. “Honey your going to have to hold it until the next rest area. I have to go to the bathroom too but I will not pull over because it’s too dangerous. What if someone were to side-swipe you while your going to the bathroom on the side of the road. Can you hold it baby?” asked Annie. “I’ll try,” said Emma. At this point she was grabbing her crotch as her need to urinate was growing more intense as that the pain in her stomach was also becoming more severe. She began telling herself that she had to hold it in fear of what Carolyn would say to her classmates. Emma put her music back on, and decided to try and distract herself from her growing need to relieve herself.

Annie was focused on the road, but her own need too relieve herself was a growing issue. Annie turned off the audiobook she was listening to as she became distracted. She was nonchalantly grabbing herself as well trying to make sure she could hold in her pee. She shouldn’t have drank so much diet soda before being her road trip. She cursed quietly to herself about how badly she needed to wee. She thought to herself about how she had judged her daughter Emma and how she frequently who need to hold herself when desperate to go. Humbled was one thing that came to her mind when thinking about the situation.The roads were bad and she knew that unless she drove slowly and safely, it would be dangerous. It was the first real snowfall she had seen this year as this autumn was unseasonably warm. She turned to look in her rearview mirror at Emma. Emma had her eyes closed and her hands on her crotch. I guess we’re twins, Annie thought to herself. She felt bad for her daughter knowing that she knew how it felt to desperately need to use bathroom. She turned to look over at Carolyn who was still asleep. She couldn’t help but think how beautiful her daughter was, and was happy she was resting so peacefully. Annie turned her audio book back on and noticed that the traffic was coming to a stop. She began to get more worried about her own needs and questioned whether she could hold herself without having an accident.

Carolyn woke up to the falling snow and the bright taillights of the many cars parked in the middle of the highway. “Mom, how far away are we from Grandma’s?” asked Carolyn. “About 2 hours away baby. We lost about an hour of time due to this traffic, but we’ll get there,” replied Annie. Carolyn sat up in her chair and cursed under hear breath. She was sick of being in the car and wanted to stretch her legs. “When are we going to be able to stop and use the bathroom? I want to pee and stretch my legs,” said Carolyn. Annie replied, “I need to use the bathroom too baby, and Emma is on the verge of having an accident. Unfortunately we are in stand-still traffic and the sign says the next rest area is 28 miles away.” Carolyn sat up in her seat. Her urge to pee wasn’t too bad as she mainly wanted to stretch her legs. Carolyn turned to look back at Emma and see how she was holding up. Emma had her headphones in, and was holding herself. She looked to be in pain, and Carolyn felt bad for her younger sister. Although she was jealous of her and her looks, she didn’t want her sister to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, plus she didn't want the car smelling of pee for the rest of the ride. Carolyn then turned to look at the road and saw red taillights glowing for miles up the road.
Emma was staring out the window, still holding herself in pain. Her need to pee was getting worse, but the pain in her stomach was unbearable. Emma knew she should have tried to use the bathroom before they left, but she didn’t feel the urge at that time. Emma hadn’t had a bowel movement in almost 4 days. She has always had a slow metabolism, but 4 days was even long for her. She clutched her stomach and could feel four days worth of poop pressing against her abdomen. Emma knew that distracting herself with music wasn’t going to work anymore as they inched closer to a road sign stating that the next rest area was going to be 20 miles away. She grabbed her crotch and thought maybe if she let out a little poop she could focus on holding her pee. If she let out just a tiny bit of poop, her bladder wouldn’t be as distressed having 4 days worth of poop pressing on it. If she peed her pants, her mom and her sister would both know, but if she only pooped a little bit into her panties, it wouldn’t smell and she could hide it. Emma decided that that is what she was going to do. Emma was wearing her Elsa panties, the one’s that she had since she was a kid. She thought to herself about how babyish she would feel once she releases a little poop into them. She hadn’t pooped in her pants since she was 12. When that happened she was really sick and woke up in the middle of the night realizing that she had messed in her Goodnite. She cried so loudly that her little sister Carolyn came to her room to see if she was okay. That only mad her feel worse about the situation as she had always wanted to be a good role model for her sister. Her father was the one who came in and helped her get changed that night. She missed him dearly. Emma grabbed herself again feeling the weight of her bowels pressing harder onto her tiny bladder. She thought maybe she should tell her mother about her distress. It would be worse if she had an accident and didn’t tell her mother before it started to happen. The crotch of her Elsa panties was pressing hard against her privates. She usually wore thongs, but being it was winter and she was wearing a very expensive dress, she needed to wear something that covered all her privates. She was glad that she was wearing full cut panties as a thing wouldn’t contain any poop at all. If she were to let a little poop out it would just go onto the seat if she was wearing a thong. Emma took a deep breath and decided that she needed to relieve some of this pressure. Emma sat up in her seat and the realization of what she was about to do was setting in. She was going to purposely poop in her panties just a little bit. She put her hands on her thighs and leaned against the car door as if she was bracing herself for a hit. “You okay honey? asked Annie. Emma was taken aback as she wasn’t prepared for her mother to catch her about to willingly poop a little into her panties. ‘Yeah mom, I’m just trying to keep comfortable. My tummy hurts really badly, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on, replied Emma. “I know honey, I'm desperate too, just try to hold on till the rest area,” said Annie. Emma wanted to wait till the next rest area but she knew that if she didn’t relieve some of the pressure, she was going to have a very serious accident in her pants that she wouldn’t be able to hide. She was committed, she was going to go through with her plan. Emma then repositioned herself in the backseat with her legs tucked beneath her so she was sitting on them and her knees were facing the back of Carolyn’s seat. Emma took a deep breath and slowly starting pushing. She felt her sphincter open up and the turtle head of her large turd poke it’s head out of her butthole. Emma was not a stranger to large bowel movements as she was what her therapist called, “Anal Retentive.” She could feel it try to push its way out but it was so massive that she needed to give an extra push. She moaned a bit as she felt the tip of it, “touch cotton.” Emma was sweating, she had never actually done this before, at least not on purpose. That night she messed her depend she was completely asleep when it happened, and she was sick. She remembered being very embarrassed by that and couldn’t imagine how embarrassed she would be if she was caught having a huge accident in her pants in front of her family. While she was thinking about that, her turd kept pushing out of her butt and she started to clench her sphincter shut after about a quarter of her poop had come out. She felt her turd snap off into her panties as about 4 inches worth of poop had nestled it’s way between her butt and her panties. Adrenaline started coursing through her veins and her heart was pumping very fast and she felt extreme guilt for what she had just done. She had just purposefully pooped in her panties at the age of 16. Although the turd was the size of a hot wheels car, it was large enough where she knew she may have to throw away her underwear when they get to Grandma’s. Emma could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead, and turned to look out the window. The red taillights of the many cars illuminated the snow. Emma felt ashamed of herself for what she had just done and started to have goosebumps all over her body. She could feel her turd between her butt cheeks, and knew that she was going to have a large skid mark on her Elsa panties. She reached back and felt her butt with her hand and could feel the turd against her panties and she shuddered. Then she thought about the smell that might be emanating from her behind. Emma wrapped her blanket over her legs and hoped that maybe it might contain the smell. A part of her felt a bit of relief despite the shame of having a mess in her panties. She also felt guilty as if she had betrayed Elsa, her childhood hero by making a mess across her embroidered face.

A couple minutes had passed, and Emma felt a bit better. She was unsure whether or not her poop would smell and it would give her away. She tried to stealthily glance at her mothers eyes in the rearview mirror to see if she was aware of any aroma’s in the vehicle. As far as she could tell, nobody in the car knew of what she just did. Emma was still sitting on her legs with her knees pointed at Carolyn’s seat. She didn’t want to sit directly onto the seat incase her mess smeared. If that happened then it might get onto the car seat. Despite her thoughts, she decided to sit down normally and make sure that the smell would be contained between her butt and the car seat. As she sat down, the turd in her pants began to smear between her butt cheeks. She could feel her tiny mess conform to the space between the seat and her bottom. The sensation was unfamiliar to Emma. She was surprised that it didn't feel as bad as she thought it would in fact, it felt kind of nice. Her poo was warm and although it wasn’t a lot of poop, it was enough to where she noticed how it felt between her cheeks. She looked back up at her mother who was focused on driving and then looked at her sister Carolyn who was texting on her phone. They still had no idea about what she had just done, and she felt naughty being in on a secret that only she knew. Emma still had to pee and poop but not as nearly as bad as she did, she felt the front of her panties stealthily from the front of her dress and noticed they were a bit wet. When she was pushing out a little poop, she must have let out a tiny but of pee too, and that helped relieve some of the pressure on her bladder as well. Emma put her headphones back in, and started listening to her music again.

Annie was starting to get very desperate as traffic had not moved much in the last half hour. They were only 15 miles from the rest stop where they could all stretch their legs and use the bathroom, but it was far enough where Annie began to question whether or not she could hold herself. She has had to pee for a while, but now she felt the need to poop as well. She looked into the rearview mirror at her daughter Emma who had her headphones in and seemed to be doing better with her own needs to use the restroom. Annie was worried that her daughter might not make it to the bathroom and may have an accident in her panties. She had thought that if Emma’s need got bad enough that she would ask her to put on a Goodnight. The trunk with all their bags was reachable through the backseat. That way she wouldn’t need to pull over the car in this dangerous weather. Annie herself was now worried that she might have and accident in her panties. She grabbed herself and Carolyn took notice to it. “You okay mom, your looking quite desperate to use the bathroom?” asked Carolyn. “Yeah I’ll be fine, I can make it the last 15 miles until the rest stop,” said Annie. Annie knew that it was going to be a close call, she has had close calls before and has even had an accident or two in her adult life. A couple years ago, she was in Cancun Mexico with her Ex and had shit herself after drinking some tap water. She knew the water there was questionable in quality, but never thought it would happen to her. Her Ex was very mad at her when she had the accident and called her a baby. Annie cried herself to sleep that night, and that day pretty much summed up the relationship she had with her ex. Then Annie noticed the next road sign, “Rest Area 10 miles.”

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An Unexpected Fantasy

 

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It was nine in the morning and cold and raining outside; the perfect morning for staying in bed. Staying in bed is even more fun, though, when you're waking up next to your hot wife. My hot wife, specifically. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over to face her. The movement woke her up, though she just buried her face in her pillow.

"Hey," I said, nudging at her with my knee, "good morning."

"Good morning," she mumbled back. Alyssa batted her pretty eyes and smiled as if she already knew what I was thinking. I couldn't help but grin and inch closer to her. "Perfect day for just sleeping in, huh?" Alyssa asked.

"Mmhmm," I agreed, resting one hand on her hip beneath the covers. She closed her eyes and settled back against the pillows again.

"Wake me up at ten," she laughed.

"Woah woah woah," I replied, pulling her closer, "come here, sleeping beauty."

"No!" she objected, burying her face in the blankets. I laughed along with her and squeezed her ass playfully. My stomach churned without warning, and I got a terrible idea.

"If you don't get out of there," I warned, "I'm going to Dutch-oven you." Alyssa laughed harder—I don't know if she was calling my bluff or what. With a grin, I sidled up as close to her as I could and pushed, forcing out a loud, muffled fart.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa cracked up, pushing the blankets away from her face. "That's awful!"

"Yeah, well, I warned you," I groped at her ass and pulled her against me, effectively grinding her against my morning wood. She bit her lip and smiled.

"You know how to be romantic," she teased. My stomach growled and I pushed again, this one equally as loud and bubbling as the first. Alyssa kissed me. I loved her sense of humor, just as she loved mine. This was common routine for us, especially for a lazy Saturday morning when neither of us had to work.

Aly slipped her hands around behind me and squeezed at my ass the same way I had done to hers. My stomach was still churning, and I mentally went over what I had eaten the day before that would cause me to have such bad gas.

"Might want to move your hand," I warned her. She smirked and moved her hand even lower.

"We'll see about that," she said. "Bet you won't do it." I shrugged and pushed out two short farts, one after the other. Aly just laughed her beautiful laugh and shook her head.

"I shouldn't have doubted you," she admitted. I nodded in agreement, but before I could say anything else, Alyssa slipped one of her legs up over mine, pulling my knee between her thighs. I raised my eyebrows as she lightly pressed her crotch against my leg. I pushed back, enjoying the way she ground against me for friction. She was wearing nothing but underwear and a t-shirt, and I could feel the warmth of her core through the thin cotton of her panties.

"You okay there?" I asked. She leaned forward and kissed me, gripping my knee tighter with her thighs. My stomach gurgled ominously as we kissed, and I was beginning to wonder if it was actually just gas. I decided to test her limit, and as she kissed me, I lifted my ass slightly and pushed hard. A loud, wet-sounding fart slipped out. To my surprise, rather than pulling away, Aly's muscles tensed against my leg and she pressed harder, desperately attempting to get more friction.

I pulled my knee back a bit and slipped my hand between her legs to tug her panties aside, intending to toy with her and finger her a bit. I stopped when my fingers brushed against her panties and found that her thighs were wet and her panties were soaked through. She saw the surprise on my face and grinned.

"What?" she asked.

"You're fucking wet, baby!" I laughed in response.

"What can I say? You know how to get a girl going." Get a girl going? I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and laugh. We'd been awake for three minutes and all I had done was fart, grab her butt, and let her grind on me.

I pulled her panties aside and rubbed my fingers against her; everything was slick and soaking wet already. Almost instinctively, I rubbed her clit with my thumb and pushed two fingers into her tight pussy. No matter how wet she got or how much we fucked, she was always the tightest of any woman I'd ever known. Aly moaned softly and closed her eyes as I slowly worked my fingers in and out of her. My cock was fully erect and practically begging to be played with, but I was content having my morning fun with Alyssa first.

I frowned slightly as my stomach growled again, feeling the pressure building. I shifted my weight; though we had been having fun before, I didn't want to ruin this moment. Without warning, Aly slid her hand down the back of my sleep pants and briefs, causing me to jump.

"Woah, woah!" I protested. She laughed and bit her lip.

"Bet you won't do it now," she challenged as a reference to earlier. I made a face at her, unsure of what to do. I continued working my fingers in her pussy, her hips subtly gyrating against my hand. Her right hand was pressed firmly against my ass, waiting to see if I'd do it or not.

"You asked for it," I taunted. I lifted my ass slightly and farted loud and hard. With a smile on her face, Aly pressed two fingers against my asshole and kissed me. I wanted to protest—I honestly did—but with the combined pleasure of her grinding against my hand and making out with me and touching me, it felt...surprisingly good.

I'd never let a woman touch me like that before and never, ever intended to, but there was something about it that just felt good in the dirtiest way imaginable. I didn't stop her. She wasn't trying to stick them in or anything, she was just rubbing my asshole with her middle and index finger in hard circles. I pumped my fingers into her harder and she had to pull away from the kiss to moan.

"Fuck, baby," she murmured as I worked her faster. Her thighs were shaking and I was wondering if she was going to come to her first orgasm so easily and so quickly. However, my stomach loudly bubbled again, causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Move your hand," I told her. Aly just smirked and stroked at my asshole with her middle finger.

"You give up?" she teased.

"Give up? I wasn't aware it was a contest."

"Unlike you to just give in," she said with a shrug. I shook my head at how crazy she could be, but pushed again nonetheless. I farted then and there with her fingers pressed between my cheeks. It was unusually hot and quiet, and I was starting to get concerned that I was going to have to get out of bed and head for the bathroom in a couple of minutes. Alyssa had other plans.

"Fuck!" she mewled with delight (though I wasn't quite sure what she was getting out of this). She pulled her hand away and reached around front, working my cock out of my sleep pants. Neither of us said anything as she pulled my erection out and stroked at it. She moved one of her legs up over my thigh and pulled herself against my body, lining my cock up against her soaking entrance. Her lips found mine and she pulled me into a kiss as my cock slid inside of her. Alyssa threw her head back and moaned, and I couldn't help but growl at the feeling of her tight pussy adjusting to my size.

"God that's good," she murmured. Aly reached behind me as I lazily pumped in and out of her and slipped her hand lower again. I didn't object when she began rubbing her fingers against my asshole, each thrust of my hips pressing back against her hand. She circled her finger around it, then lightly prodded at the entrance without forcing anything. I worked my cock the whole way into her in one hard thrust, and she bit her lip before massaging harder at my asshole.

"Babe," she started, "any chance you have to go?"

"Go?"

"Like...to the bathroom?" There was something playful, borderline deviant, in her eyes, however, that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"I'm not getting up," I replied, burying my face against her neck. I was, however, beginning to feel the pressure in my stomach that let me know I was going to have to head to the bathroom eventually. Her pussy was so tight and wet—unbelievably wet—that nothing in the world could make me get up. Not even when my stomach growled again.

"Are you sure?" she rubbed a circle around the entrance. No, I wasn't sure. There was an unbelievable pressure building in my stomach within seconds, but I kept telling myself it was just gas. In an attempt to distract myself from the feeling in my guy, I mirrored her motion and slipped my hand down the back of her panties. She grinned when I began lazily brushing my fingers between her cheeks. We'd never done anal, but I was beginning to think she was into it. My fingers found her hole, and I found myself curious. I farted again as I played with her, prodding my finger at her tight entrance.

"Are you into this?" she asked as she pressed her finger harder against my asshole. She worked the tip of her finger in, massaging around my entrance.

"Are you?" I asked. I did the same thing to her that she was doing to me. I pulled her flush against me and kissed her, keeping my cock inside of her while we explored each other's bodies a little bit. Alyssa moaned softly as I worked more of my finger in. I was going to go the whole way, but she stopped me.

"That's good for now," she laughed.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Uh huh. It's uh...it feels good, but it's making me have to go to the bathroom. It's because it's the morning," she laughed it off. As she began to pull her hand away from my backside, terror swept over me. I had been so surprised that it felt good that I had forgot about the fact that I did currently have to go to the restroom—admittedly, I had to shit.

"Aly," I stopped her from pulling her arm back, "we've never done anything like that before."

"Right?"

"What if you have shit on your hands or something..?"

"Even better," she said with a wink. I laughed; her sense of humor always got me. She pulled me into a kiss again and I resumed fucking her at our normal speed.

The pressure was becoming unbearable, however, and, in a vain attempt to relieve the feeling, I pushed hard, forcing out a loud, foul fart. Something felt wrong. As I thrust my cock in and out of her, I was acutely aware that there was something wet between my asscheeks. I slowed my movements ever so slightly and concentrated on the feeling, but another wave of pressure hit my stomach full force. This time, the fart that followed was involuntary. A look of panic washed over my face. The smell was horrible, and something now felt soft and hot pressed against my asshole. Then, all at once, I was aware I was shitting my pants.

"Fuck!" I snapped, clenching my cheeks to the best of my ability. It was useless, however, as my asshole flexed and pushed out the rest of a small, soft log of shit. I tried to sit up, but Aly's legs were locked around mine.

"What's wrong?" Alyssa asked, propping herself up on her elbow. I didn't know how to respond.

"I just shit myself," I answered honestly. Aly's eyes unexpectedly lit up.

"You what?"

The last thing I expected was for Aly to reach around behind me and touch my ass, eager to feel the mess I'd made. Before I could think to pull away, my wife was brushing her fingers against the soft mess.

"Oh my god," she breathed, "you did!"

"Stop touching it," I said. Unfortunately for me, I was losing the battle against my body and a second, thicker turd pressed against my asshole Aly rocked her hips hard against mine, sliding my cock the whole way into her soaked pussy. She massaged at the load of shit, causing it to rub against my skin.

"Fucckk," she moaned, now moving her hips so that she was steadily fucking me. I had absolutely no idea what to say or do.

"Aly, stop, I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Do you have to go more?"

"Yeah."

"Do it," she breathed, and I felt her walls tighten around my erection with excitement. "Go right here."

"No!"

"Why not? You already did," she said, and squeezed at the small mess harder this time. My stomach churned and, without thinking about it, I let a fart slip.

"This is terrible," I said, "but...I don't want to get up from fucking you right now, not with how soaked you are. Can I clean up in a minute?"

"You don't have to get up at all. Fuck me and just use your pants!" Aly urged. I bit my lip and went back to fucking her, hard, trying not to think about it. Alyssa squealed with delight and threw her head back, but didn't remove her hand from the seat of my pants.

"I'm not going to shit in my pants, in the bed," I told her, but to be honest, the thought made my cock twitch. There was something dirty about it that made it erotic in a kinky way. My muscles tensed as I struggled against the piece that was threatening to come out, pressing against my asshole and tempting me to just say 'fuck it' and let it go. Aly was moaning and grinding against me and soaking wet; something deep and primal within me wanted to fill my pants right then and there. Alyssa squeezed at my back side again, pressing the turd between my asscheeks and letting me feel the sticky, thick feeling.

As I fucked her, I felt my asshole stretching as a huge turd began to force its way out. "Aly," I panted, desperate and almost pleading, "I can't hold it."

"Do you really want to get up?" she asked, then genuinely slowed her movement. She was letting me get up. I pushed myself up with one arm as she untangled her legs from mine. My stomach cramped and I hissed at the feeling. It was too late; I had already lost control.

"No," I answered, then shamelessly, gracelessly blurted out, "I couldn't make it, I'm going in my pants." Aly dug her nails into my biceps and rocked her hips back and forth on mine, one leg back over mine, her pussy absolutely dripping with her slick, hot juices. She practically whimpered. Even over the wet sound of sex and our moans I could hear the crackling as it came out hot, solid, and almost painfully thick.

"Shit," I hissed. It stopped halfway out, however, so I took the opportunity to finally say 'fuck it.' With a moan, I bore down, cock the whole way inside of Aly, and shit my pants.

"Oh my god!" Alyssa moaned desperately, feeling the growing bulge load my pants. "Oh my god, fuck that's hot!" she said as she wildly ground her hips on mine. I grunted, and with one last push, the piece broke off. The combined pleasure of knowing what I had just done and of the shit itself was disgusting in the most incredible way. I tangled one hand in Aly's hair and kissed her roughly, causing her to clench her hand around the mess in my pants and let out a muffled cry against my mouth.

"Fuck, you're right Aly, it's fucking hot," I moaned against her lips. I moved so that I was fully on top of her, slamming into her over and over, all the while still kissing her. Aly pulled away for a moment.

"So you like it?" she panted, massaging at the solid mass in my briefs.

"It's dirty," I answered truthfully, still pounding into her, "but I fuckin' love it."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it feels good."

"What if I did it, too?"

I slowed my thrusts for a moment and looked at her. Before, my reaction would have been no, but who was I to judge? I was in this situation because I couldn't make it to the bathroom and shit myself in the middle of sex. And then liked it. A lot. I ran one hand through my hair, imagining her on all fours, desperately trying not to go while I fucked her from behind. I loved it. I loved the thought of her wanting to cum so bad that she was trying to hold it just so I could fuck her a little longer, but losing the battle and 'having an accident.' Unable to hold it and losing control, accidentally pooping while I fucked her. Just the thought was enough to make me moan.

"Do you have to go?" I asked, suddenly finding myself hoping the answer was yes. Another fantasy of her getting fucked reverse cowgirl and having to go so bad that she couldn't help it and some slipped out ran through my mind. I audibly moaned again at that thought, imagining that after some accidentally came out she wouldn't be able to hold it and would, embarrassingly, take a massive dump right then and there while on top of me. Since when did I get off to this?

"I always have to go in the morning," she answered. I bit my lip and pushed the whole way into her.

"You gonna do it for me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"How bad do you have to go?" I shifted my weight to one side and rubbed at her clit, my hard-on throbbing inside of her. A smirk crossed her face as she realized what I was playing at.

"I have to go real bad."

"Well, I think you have to hold it for a little while," I told her. The playfulness disappeared from her face.

"I actually do really have to go," she replied. "I can just get up if—" I cut her off by slipping my hands underneath her and flipping her onto her stomach.

"Come on, all fours," I told her and squeezed her backside. With a laugh, Aly obeyed and moved into position. I took a moment to admire the view before I tugged her soaked panties—soft pink cotton—down her thighs. She sighed quietly at the feeling. Once more, I stopped to check her out, watching two of my fingers disappear into her creamy pussy. Alyssa moaned as I dragged my fingers from her hot entrance to her asshole, rubbing and toying at the tight little hole. She flinched, but arched her back nonetheless. Shifting onto my knees, I slipped two fingers back into her pussy and lapped at her asshole with my tongue.

"Fuck!" she cried out, clearly not expecting that. "Oh, fuck," Aly moaned as I prodded at her tight entrance with my tongue, swiping in circles. I smiled at the fact that being this close to her, I could hear her stomach churning, too. I flattened my tongue against her asshole and licked. The tight ring flexed as I worked on it.

"Hey, that feels really good," she began, sounding apprehensive, "but maybe, you know, don't do it right now."

"What? Why?" I felt the load in the seat of my pants shift as I moved back to look at her.

"You know why," she snarked back. Despite her tone, I could tell she legitimately had to go now. Her stomach suddenly churned and I could feel her muscles tense.

"Do you have to fart?"

She didn't answer.

"God, do it, Aly," I moaned, stroking one hand along her beautiful ass.

"No!" she laughed, looking away.

"Why not?"

"I'm not farting in front of you with my ass up in the air."

"Do it," I told her, and used my free hand to pump at my cock without thinking about it.

"No, I'm—" her words were cut short by her own fart. It was muffled, indicating that she did, indeed, have to shit very, very bad. I rubbed her asshole with my finger, tempted to slide it in. I used my other hand to stroke her clit in hopes of coaxing her to do it again. Sure enough, she couldn't fight it and let out another short fart, but this time, her tight little ring flexed just enough to give a glimpse at the turd she was moments away from dropping. I slipped two fingers back into her pussy.

"Just wait until I'm done playing with you, okay?" I tested, wanting to see what her response would be.

"Come on," she complained, shaking her butt a little, "you know how bad I have to go in the morning." I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy and watched her asshole stretch ever so slightly.

"Did you go yesterday morning?"

"No."

"Did you go at all yesterday?"

"...No."

"You really do have to go then, huh?"

"Yeah," she replied. I slammed my fingers the whole way into her, causing her to jump and whimper. Her asshole stretched again, revealing the tip of the first piece waiting to come out. "I don't want to mess up the blankets," she told me, looking around anxiously. I brushed my fingers against her g-spot and enjoyed watching her tight hole stretch again, threatening to lose control and push out the first log while her panties were still pulled down. I stroked her g-spot as I thrust my fingers in and out of her while she clenched her muscles and tried to hold it. She farted quietly, but this time she was dangerously close to losing control as the piece slipped out half an inch or so, and had to tighten her muscles hard to keep it in.

"If you don't want to mess up the sheets, should we go in the bathroom?" I suggested. My cock was practically dripping at the sight of her bent over and losing control in front of me.

"Sounds good," Alyssa laughed back with relief. I tugged her panties back up over her firm ass, hiding everything from view. She was quick to climb to her knees and turn to face me, eager to get up. When I rose to my knees, however, she stopped me. Biting her lip, Aly peeled the waistband of both my sleeps pants and my briefs back and peered down at my, undoubtedly shit-smeared, ass.

"Oh my god," she half-laughed, half-moaned. She let the band snap back into place and backed off the bed.

"What?"

"That's huge! More than I ever imagined."

"You imagined this?"

"Yeah, a lot. Come on, please, I really, really, really have to go," she said and shifted from foot to foot. As I stood, I slipped one arm beneath Aly's backside and picked her up in my arms. "Oh shit," she gasped, and though she wrapped her legs around my torso, she clasped one hand over her ass. Aly attempted to hold on to my shoulders with one hand while keeping the other clasped over her butt, but her face was a bright, flustered pink. I kissed her neck as I blindly found my way to the bathroom.

"Shit," she whimpered as I lowered her down, letting her feet touch the floor. I couldn't help but notice that she didn't remove her hand from her backside. I sat down on the floor, feeling the mess in my pants flatten against me, and she followed suit, not taking her hand away. As she knelt down, she cursed under her breath and bit her lip.

"Reverse cowgirl," I told her, placing my hands on her thighs and turning her around. Once she had her back to me, I pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," she murmured sheepishly

"Aly," I breathed, "did you...?"

"I couldn't hold it!"

I pulled her panties back, the same way she had done to me, and looked down. Two small, solid lumps of shit were nestled against her asshole. I couldn't fucking believe it—she'd actually lost control while I was carrying her. I groaned and pulled the gusset of her panties aside, brushing my fingers through her wetness. I lined my cock up with her entrance and rubbed the head against it, but didn't put it in. Aly moaned at the feeling, her head leaned back and her thighs and hands trembling. I rocked my hips back and forth lightly, just to enjoy the feeling of my own shit spreading across my ass while dragging the head across her soaking entrance. I'd never imagined something so filthy could be so sexual. However, I wanted to toy with Aly a few moments longer, just to tease her.

"Okay, before you go, I want to fuck a little bit more," I told her, slipping the head inside.

"Baby I can't hold it, I'm going to go no matter what you're doing!"

I pulled her hips down, forcing her halfway down my shaft.

"Just wait a few more minutes," I told her, and slid the rest of my cock inside her. "Or are you going to go some more?" I reached around and rubbed her clit through her panties. "Are you going to accidentally poop just like this?"

I felt Alyssa's walls tighten with excitement at my words. "I'm not going to be able to make it," she groaned. "I have to go."

"You have to what?" I rubbed her clit slow, but hard.

"I have to shit."

"What was that? I didn't quite catch—"

"I have to go right now so bad, if you don't let me move, I'm going to go all over you," Aly moaned as I played with her clit. She tried to press her hand over her ass again, adjusting her panties so that she could cover her tight hole without mushing up what had already slipped out.

"You already had an accident, are you really going to take a huge dump right in your panties?" Aly's muscles jerked and she desperately tried to contain the impending mess.

"Fuck, I'm doing it now...Fuck...I can't stop it."

"What are you doing, baby?" There was a soft crackling as she lost control and completely pooped her panties.

"I'm going—it's coming out," she moaned.

"Yeah?" I held myself still so I could watch and adjusted her panties back so that they were covering her entirely. The soft, pink cotton began to tent out as a huge turd forced its way out of her. I groaned in absolute ecstasy as I watched the dark patch form, stretching out against the back. Without warning, I felt a hot, warm sensation on my cock and got distracted. A light stream ran down my cock and dripped onto my balls.

"Aly, are you...are you wetting yourself?"

"I'm sorry," she was quick to apologize, "I'm trying to hold it." She pressed her hand to her front, trying to stop it. I was genuinely surprised. I had been so caught up in a new fantasy that I hadn't considered she might have to pee, as well. However, this didn't seem like foreplay or anything sexy—she was legitimately peeing herself unintentionally. She actually couldn't hold it from the pressure of her shit being forced out.

"Let go, baby," I told her. "The floor is tile. If you can't hold it, it's okay. If you have to pee, you can wet yourself."

"No, that's too much of a mess," she groaned, but the stream steadily picked up. She was completely soaking not only the front of her panties that halfway covered her, but my pants, as well. Despite the fact we were literally messing around with a shit fetish, there was something intimate and innocent about her peeing on me and herself in a genuine accident.

I looked back at her ass again, her panties tented out slightly, and reached around to pull her hand away from her. When I moved her hand, she groaned and let go; a gush of hot piss squirted out as she pushed again, forcing out the thick load. Alyssa had to lift her ass slightly to allow more of it to come out. As her panties expanded out further, I could see the long, dark turd through her sagging leg band. It came out fairly firm, but was soft enough to mush up with the pressure of being pressed against the fabric of her panties. I ground my ass against my own mess, and combined with the stimulation of my own shit, her pooping her panties, and the warm stream of pee from Aly, it was too much to bear.

"Hang on," I grunted. I lifted my ass and slipped my pants down to my thighs—I didn't care how much of a mess it made of the floor, I knew what I wanted. I grabbed Alyssa's ass with both hands and squeezed hard, spreading her cheeks apart. She gasped, but kept her ass lifted slightly. I used my left hand to pull her panties to the side, revealing her backside to me. The log had broken off, but left a few smears of dark shit around her hole.

"Babe!" she cried out, surprised. The thick turd spilled out of her panties and onto my lower abdomen, warm and sticky. I kept her panties pulled aside with one hand while the other was still grabbing at her ass, keeping her half spread. She clamped one hand over her tight hole (despite the slight mess) and tried to keep her balance.

"I'm not done!" she protested. "I still have to go!" I noticed she pressed a little harder, her thighs tense.

"It's okay," I told her, "you already let a bunch out. You can hold it now." I smirked at her, and she simultaneously looked at a loss for words while also looking worried. I bucked up into her again and she gasped. I slowly began to bounce her up and down on my cock, amazed by how extremely wet she was. As I fucked her, keeping her ass spread, I had the perfect view as another piece 'turtle-headed' out. She tightened her muscles and fought against it.

"Fuck, fuck, that's good but I have to go really bad."

I slammed my full length into her and then pulled the whole way out before slamming back in, then went back to bouncing her. The pleasure was too much, and the piece protruded again. She reached back to try and cover herself up, but I couldn't take the cat-and-mouse game anymore. I was done teasing both her and myself.

"Shit on me, Aly," I groaned, picking up speed.

"Just like this?"

"Just like this."

"I don't know...convince me," she panted, trying to keep her voice steady with each thrust.

"I don't think you're in a position to bargain, baby," I snorted, "you're about to lose control so bad."

"That's not very convincing," she said, but as she spoke, her tight, dirty hole stretched again as the turd began to inch out. One more time, she fought to keep it in. "Oh fuck I have to go..."

"Do it, baby. You know you can't hold it any more. I did it, too. I farted and couldn't even make it to the bathroom on time. Now you just accidentally took a huge poop in your panties. You've already had an accident twice, so you might as well finish taking a dump right now."

Alyssa cried out in pleasure and ground her hips against mine hard. She leaned forward just a bit and rested one hand on my thigh, using the other to spread the side I wasn't holding—but just a little. And then and there, as I fucked her, she let go. I could barely control myself as she pushed out another thick rope, longer than the first, but firm. It fell onto my lower abdomen, just above my cock.

She mewled as she rocked her hips back and forth, surprising me with a loud fart. Another push resulted in another fart, then another. A light stream of piss dripped out of her and onto my cock since she was no longer inhibiting herself, taking the opportunity to relieve herself onto me fully. Aly lifted her ass slightly, intentionally allowing me a better view. She barely had to push as a small turd fell onto my lap, quickly followed by two more logs that poured out of her with ease. Another log squeezed out and joined the pile of shit as she emptied herself on top of me.

"Oh, fuck, baby," I groaned. She still didn't seem done, but I was getting dangerously close to cumming. I bucked at her wildly as she lowered herself again, allowing me to force my cock the whole way into her and smearing the pile against her backside. She forced out a wet, sputtering fart as I rubbed my cock against her. Aly steadied herself, then, to my surprise, grunted and bore down. I slowed my thrusts to watch as she released a torrent of soft, semisolid shit in a pile on my lap with a wet, mushy, crackling. It was hot and sticky and soft, and the feeling was incredible. She farted one more time and pushed out one last squirt of soft shit before moaning with pleasure and relief.

"That feels so much better," she panted, digging her nails into my thighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold it any more, I hadn't gone in two days. I didn't mean to make a mess on you or in my panties," she feigned innocence.

"Alyssa, this is so fucking hot" I moaned, unable to think of anything smart to say back to her.

"Make me cum, baby. Please," she was practically begging. "I'm so close already. I've wanted this for a long time." That was all she needed to say. I sat up and pulled her back with me, resting my back against our bath tub. The position smeared Alyssa's mess over my lower stomach and against her ass, but we both moaned in unison at the hot, dirty feeling. I fucked her fast as hard, working her clit with one hand and gripping her hips with the other.

"Oh fuck!" she squealed, her pussy tightening around my pulsating erection. "Just like that, fuck! I'm cumming, fuck! I'm cumming, don't stop, please don't stop."

"Come on dirty girl, squirt for me so I can fill you up with my cum. We're both so fucking horny and filthy, squirt for me." My voice and hands and thighs were all shaking, seconds away from cumming. In one final, animalistic cry, Alyssa came and squirted hard, throwing her head back and grinding herself the whole way down on my cock. The world went white as I released my load inside of her. It took several seconds to come down from the high, to make sense of anything. I'd never cum that hard or that much in my life, having filled her with pump after pump of my cum. Aly was leaned forward, resting her hands on my knees, hanging her head in an attempt to catch her breath.

"Aly, how long have you wanted to do that?" I asked with a laugh, panting.

"Since we've met."

"You've always wanted it?"

"Yeah, since I was a teenager," Aly said, pulling herself off of my softening cock and turning around to face me. We were both still out of breath, flushed, and shaking. With the heat of the moment over, we were looking at my sleep pants—completely caked with shit—and her mess all over me, wondering how the hell we were going to clean up.

"You should've told me sooner, y'know. We could have been fucking like this all along."

"You would have thought I was crazy!" she laughed, straddling my lap and kissing me.

"I already think you're crazy," I teased. I kissed her jaw and she sighed, tired and happy. "You're crazy, but I love you."

"I love you too, but I think we're both crazy thinking we can possibly clean this mess up."

The Kink (Panty Pooping)

 

 

 

 

 The Kink

'Izzy,' I moaned, crumpling her body up against mine. Effortlessly, I slung out a hand and put out my lamp. 'Izzy…'
  Her features grew unsteady and shifting in the darkness, but she was still undoubtedly beautiful. I hiked her baggy shirt up and slid my hand down her denim shorts, with a synchronised grin and laugh from both of us.
  Izzy wrestled herself further up onto me; she wasn't short, I was just tall, and it was difficult for her to remain balanced in the dark hue of the room. The cold wind snaking from the open window couldn't calm my throbbing heart or my heated, sweating body.
  'You know what you're doing, huh?' said Izzy, lunging back into a kiss.
  I paused for a second, tearing myself from the kiss. This was my chance. Even if I got turned down, it'd be worth the risk.
  'Izzy, this is really weird, but…'
  She sat up on my naked chest.
  'But what?'
  'Before we go any further… I have this kink – this fetish…'
  Her position became less comfortable and she shuffled over to one side. My eyes were drawn away from hers. I couldn't pass up this opportunity!
  'I have a fetish too… I didn't want to say anything.'
  At this statement I found my gaze darting back onto hers. Even through the darkness of my apartment, I noticed a twinkle in her eyes.
  'Okay…' I continued breathlessly. 'We'll say them at the same time. Three. Two. One.'
  'Pooping my panties,' Izzy said, her face screwed up in scared anticipation.
  'Girls pooping their pants,' I said, smiling. The feeling I had was tricky to describe – like finding the right key for a tricky lock.
  'Shit, really?' she cried..'
  I felt my jeans tighten up at the crotch. Quickly, I clicked my lamp back on. My eyes were pleasured with the sight of Izzy biting her lip, shimmying down her denim skirt. Her hair that ran down to her shoulders, then soared past them, captured me. Her jewel-like eyes glittered at me, her beauty running all the way down to her smile, then continuing.
  'I – uh – mess my pants all the time at home. Sometimes I'll be doing stuff for work and notice my bowels are getting a bit cranky.' Izzy blushed, but I nodded her on. 'I'll just fill my pants. When the poop squashes out under my tushy – cushions me on a soft, sticky bubble: it feels so good!' She stuck her voluptuous butt out towards me. Izzy flashed a look to the side, as if she expected somebody else to be watching.
  'Carry on...' I murmured.
  'On one day I was feeling particularly naughty,' she recited with a guilty grin. 'I was at the office. A particularly boring day – particularly boring clients, we were attending to.'
  'A few hours in, at a meeting, I felt my bowels tug at me. Suddenly they had begged for release. Though it was boring, this meeting was important. My bosses were strict and if I'd left they would have punished me. So, my kinky little anecdote to the situation, I lifted my butt off the seat. Slowly and silently, I felt two logs fall gently into my panties, push up against my best skirt. With a reluctant grunt, I let another bit of mush fall out. Then I sat in it, pleasured by the sizzling dump surrounding my hind.'
  'Needless to say, my workmates soon noticed the smell and the meeting was adjourned, blaming it on a gas fault. Feeling rather horny by the situation, I stayed and proceeded to masturbate, the sticky mess still sitting in my pants. I left it a good couple hours – walking around, going on my computer, even socialising – keeping with me the kinky guilt of a sizeable lump of shit in my panties. I soon changed my panties, but since then I've really wanted to poop in front of someone else…'
  Izzy clambered down to all fours, grinning at me through her legs.
  'I certainly wouldn't mind,' I teased brightly.
  'Good,' she said, 'because I've been needing this all day long! It's plain rude to use the toilet for a poop in someone else's apartment.'
  'Plain rude…' I repeated.
  Izzy smiled quirkily, her face soon crumpling up. She groaned – I couldn't believe this! A big hunk of brown collided with Izzy's white panties. They sunk brown as the poop fell into them.
  'Nng!' She grinned, adding to the pile in her pants. Her panties sagged down quite unnaturally, now. Izzy laughed, prodding the enormous mound of mush.

This girl was amazing.