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A turd to rival Beth's morning dump easily pushed its way out, eliciting a soft moan from Lina as its already considerable thickness swelled a a bit in the middle before finally sliding out to form what almost looked like a big brown croissant on Kala's bed. I suppose Beth experienced the final touch of her acclimation to our unorthodox self-relief customs a few hours later, when Lina unleashed her nightly piss on the bed with Kala lounging right next to her, never taking her eyes off the laptop she had in her lap, though a soft moan did escape her lips.
Karen moved by his side on the bed and started to run her nail up his shaft through the front of the panties and giggled as she saw the wet spot appear on the panties and gradually spread as Jamie involuntarily released cum—since he had just orgasmed, it was not the precum she had previously seen when teasing him like this. There was a small puddle in the corner but Claire took her by the hand and walked with her to the bathroom, where she directed her to pull down her panties and sit on the toilet, and then to wait for permission to resume peeing.
Dianne and Jason, both in their 20s, had low-paying jobs so they had been subjected by their mother to being ruled at home by the 35-year-old Grace. "However," she went on quickly, "your mother has told me about something she just experienced that will result in her being disciplined." With that sentence unleashing a torrent of anticipation in Dianne and Jason, and now well-justified fear on the part of Samantha, Grace turned to her employer. "You apparently were unable to hold your pee until you reached the toilet," Grace lectured Samantha as all could now see the large yellow stain in the gusset of the white panties.
They'd been married for long enough and Brian probably knew the truth, but Anne realised there were times when it was expedient to tell him what he wanted to hear, and this was one such occasion. Last but by no means least I must pay tribute to my beautiful long-suffering wife, Anne, without whose love, patience, good humour and hard work I would have stood no chance of ever representing you in parliament." Anne blushed, trying to clean herself up as best she could, getting through countless sheets of toilet paper and grateful there was a plentiful supply of the stuff. Brian's got his dreams for now but I don't think he'll be the Woodchester MP for long.
Mission accomplished, Anne further congratulated herself that despite the isolated toot whilst helping Brian pack, she'd not farted once on the way to the airport. Much as she enjoyed the sensation, Anne soon realised that if she didn't get to a toilet quickly she'd end up in a mess sooner or later. Much though she disliked using public loos she realised that stopping off for a shit in Woodchester was her only option if damage to her jeans and the car seat were to be avoided. Pulling up outside the Bishop's Palace, Anne got of the car and walked as briskly as she dared across College Green towards what she hoped would be a source of much needed relief in the nick of time.
As she struggled with the zip, Anne felt a large spurt of pee escape from her pussy, splashing into her panties. Eventually freeing her zip, Anne froze as she felt a turd easing its way out of her bottom into the seat of her panties. Cutting one of those wonderful eggy farts (she'd not been nicknamed 'eggy' in a previous life for nothing) Anne head a familiar crackling noise as a large turd snaked its way out of her bottom and landed on the woodland floor. Anne looked up and smiling down at her was Sarah Worthington, an old friend from her nursing days on the Urology unit in Newcastle.
"Let's play house." said Alice. Then Alice took off her shirt and folded it neatly and lay it on the grass bed. We returned the shovels to my dad and went back to our grass house to continue our play. "Watch this." I'd been gazing at Alice's naked body for some time now; but I wasn't sure what she was talking about; her breasts looked fine to me. She grabbed what looked like a little red bump below her left breast, squeezed it a few times and a jet of milk shot out splashing on my face. She lay me down on the grass bed and started stroking my dick and gently massaging my balls.
Chloe was still on her hands and knees on the floor, naked, crying softly, whilst Naomi was on her knees in front of Christina, between her legs, dressed like a schoolgirl in white blouse, knee socks and panties and a short, pleated, navy skirt. Runnels of pee trickled from Christina's pussy, the droplets tracing wet streaks down her round, white thighs to soak into the top of her stockings, but the main gush continued to pour into Naomi's mouth, who was luxuriating in her filthy submission, her pussy throbbing as she gulped the warm, acrid piss down her throat. Toilet games had been a growing part of her relationship as Christina seemed content that the naughty 22-year old enjoyed pissing herself and wetting the bed like a child, and indeed, had now taken it a step further by peeing all over Naomi.
Opportunities to indulge that pleasure since had been taken when available, although they'd been limited by what was for all practical purposes an 'arranged' marriage to Brian - a man who whilst kind didn't understand and regarded farting or worse, messed panties, as just plain dirty. As she drove along the A17 towards Sutton Bridge, Anne recalled the conversation she'd had earlier that morning whilst packing for the homeward journey, when a couple of isolated farts had escaped from her posterior. Always lucky here herself in the past, she'd heard anecdotal stories that this bridge wasn't a good place to get stuck if one needed a pee, but no one she knew had ever recounted any tales of needing to poo whilst waiting to cross it.
"Mum, I feel sick, Can I stay home from school today?" Asked Ellie pleadingly. *sigh*"OK, but I will be really cross if I find out you are lying just to get off School." Said Mum "You might as well go back to bed if you are sick, I'm gonna get a shower and go to work." "Please don't freak out about this, but I want you to wear a diaper today incase you have any more accidents," Said Mum. Slowly Ellie's mum slid off the ruined panties, which luckily took most of the poop with them, and threw those in the bin along with the wipes and pyjamas. Walking with a poop filled diaper on proved to be hard work but she quickly got used to it.
Fay was considering how she might get the punishment and rubbing more urgently at the front of her wet jeans when a sharp pain in her gut reminded her that it wasn't just a pee that she'd needed when she decided to get dressed instead of going to the bathroom like a good girl. She started treading lightly, like a cat kneading cushion, her feet squelching quietly in her piss-filled pumps, and more tears, of pain and shame, slowly ran down her pretty face as the pressure in her bowels became unbearable, wave after wave of urgent, desperate need crashing against years of toilet training and good behaviour.
With each new plunge I feel the shit squeeze out around my penis as his ass tries to get rid of it. I quickly pull out my shit covered cock and shove my face into his faeces covered cheeks, putting my mouth over the wide anus. I feel his bowels let the shit flow into my mouth. YYYYEEEEESSSS!!!!"I reach my climax and hold Peter's mouth onto my cock as I cum into his mouth. Then Peter says, "I want your ass Nicole." I look at him and smile. He fell asleep on the couch and I slipped my penis into his ass full of my shit, and slept with my cock lodged and stiff up his huge ass...
As my stiff cock works its way into your back passage it starts to feel resistance inside you and I know that I am not only filling you from the outside but compacting what was already there to make your bottom feel so full, so expanded, so intensely pleasurable and I know that being this intimate makes you feel so wanted, so wanton, so utterly filthy and dirty. Keeping your dress hitched up, your knickers pulled to one side, you squat down and ease the tip of my cock inside your hot, wet, piss-dripping cunt and instinctively you feel the urge to set yourself down on me as fully as you can.
And as I'm nearing the foot of the bed I can see your shit smeared cock starting to get hard. You break the kiss, pulling away with a moan and you tell me to get in bed. all the way up to the mess in the middle of the bed, straddling it a little so you can get a view of my puckered butt hole right above the mess of soft shit mixed with cum from the previous nights fuck session. I look you in the eyes and say "come fuck my nasty shit hole daddy... Feeling you finger packing the soft shit back inside of me turns me on so much, that just the sensation of your erect cock rubbing across my distended clit makes me cum.
Brian had gone off to follow the hunt which traditionally met in the Market Place on a New Year's morning, whilst Barnaby and Adam had left early for a non-league football match up in Yorkshire. She had it in mind to take a toilet roll and drive to the woods outside Woodchester where she'd find a favourite clearing, drop her jeans and squat down for an amazing alfresco poo. Still cutting smelly farts, Anne was now in no doubt that the pleasant feeling of being overdue for a poo had turned to desperation – desperation which increased by the minute as she drove through the commercial heart of lower Woodchester, up past the Cathedral, Prison, Hospital and finally the University where, in her younger days, she'd lectured.
"Now, lick my feet so good as you possibly can," she said while leaning back and putted her head on the pillow. She said, "Okay, now sniff my asshole through my leggings like you would be in love with the smell of my asshole." I putted my hands around her legs and pushed my nose so hard into her asshole and I noticed how she was surprised and said, "Wow". My cock was so hard and I just wanted to start wank but I felt like that she would take care of that at one point. She said, "As you can probably see, before coming here I did go to a toilet and after that I did not clean my ass because I wanted you to lick shit.
In need of a poo all morning, she'd actually begun farting twenty minutes earlier whilst still at Wendy's, and Wendy had asked her if she'd like to use the facilities ahead of hitting the open road. Out in the open air it would have been more manageable but the car was a confined space and even after forty years experience of her own farts, some of which had been quite ripe in their day, Anne didn't believe she could smell quite so bad. After what seemed like hours but was really no more than another fifteen minutes, Anne passed the familiar welcome signs to her home town of Attleton Market and drove as quickly as she could to the smart Seventies cul-de-sac where the home she and Brian shared was to be found.
Anne's bottom felt full and it wasn't surprising since she'd not done a poo since Thursday lunchtime, a memorable event in itself as she'd nearly clogged the staff toilet at school. One such accident had happened a year or so earlier at school, luckily only half an hour before the end of afternoon lessons, but the headmaster hadn't been pleased and he'd made it quite plain to her that if she needed to go for a shit she was to use the staff toilets, preferably at break or lunchtime, not fill her knickers. Nothing felt better than holding a good poo in when she needed to go really badly and the feeling which had actually been bewing for some time was now getting intense.