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Jean and Judy and some hot panty pooping action
Story 16
Jean and Judy were childhood friends and would often play together. Jean lived in a large house in it’s own grounds and backing onto woodland, which was private and owned by Jean’s parents, so was always a favourite place for them to play. Judy, on the other hand, lived in a council house a few roads away, but was always made welcome by her friend’s parents.
Jean was always getting Judy into trouble, but was the one who always looked as if butter wouldn’t melt! This particular day they had been in the woods collecting fur cones when Judy felt a strong urge to go to poo and mentioned the fact to Jean in passing, saying she thought she ought to head off home before she had an accident in her panties. Jean was not slow in seeing there was some mischief to be made and quickly formulated a plan, which ended in Judy having an accident in her panties and having to go home and tell her mum she’d been a naughty girl in her knickers! Judy did not forgive Jean for humiliating her and stopped being her friend. Judy also swore one day she would get even.
20 years later, Judy, who was now a top solicitor, was sitting in her posh office looking through the day’s list of new clients and one name seemed to stick out, Jean Brody. Could this be the same Jean Brody who had made such a fool of her all those years ago? At 10am a smartly dressed woman was sitting in the waiting room with an appointment to see Judy.
Judy pressed her intercom button and said in her posh voice, “Please ask Mrs Brody to come in Carol.” The door opened and in walked a very tall, glamorous red head. “Please sit down Mrs Brody, I’m Judy,” as she put her hand forward to shake Mrs Brody’s hand. “Now, how may I help you, said Judy in her very professional voice.”
Mrs Brody had barely looked at Judy and had not even made eye contact, so was totally unaware she was sitting in front of her old childhood friend. “I need you to arrange a divorce from my cheating husband, I have photographic evidence of at least 3 women he has been with and slept with unless I’m very much mistaken. Judy couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for this woman; she was so distressed and could barely speak about issue in hand. Judy got Mrs Brody to give her all the photos and a detailed log from a private detective she had hired to get all the evidence she needed.
Judy, seeing Mrs Brody was almost in tears, got Carol to bring in a cup of tea and then set about trying to get to know her a little better. “May I call you Jean, asked Judy?” For the first time their eyes met and although Judy could now see her old friend, Jean was still completely unaware she had known Judy, but said “that would be fine”. Judy probed gently into why the marriage had gone wrong and it seemed mainly because her husband was always away from home on business trips and having extra marital affairs leaving Jean alone and lonely.
“I don’t usually do this Jean,” said Judy in a very compassionate voice, but if you would prefer me to visit you at home, you might feel more relaxed. Jean could see Judy was making a great effort to put her at her ease and for the first time smiled and said that would be lovely. Judy arranged to see Jean in a week’s time giving her a chance to prepare a case for court.
Judy went home that night but couldn’t’ get Jean off her mind, In one way she wanted revenge and in the other she felt sorry for a lady who was obviously heart broken. What to do was going to cause her quite a dilemma.
The week went by fast and at 7pm on Friday evening, Judy was ringing the door bell of Jean’s very salubrious house. Judy already knew Jean’s husband was a millionaire, so no money problems for either of them. Jean came to the door dressed quite casually, invited her in and took her straight into the lounge. “Would you like a cup of coffee or tea or maybe something stronger, asked Jean?” Judy wanted Jean to relax, so said, “I’d love a G & T.” Now settled on the huge comfortable sofa sipping their drinks, Judy went through some papers with Jean and got her to sign some forms before declaring that was all the business they need to do tonight. Despite the cruel way Jean had treated Judy that day in the woods, Judy was beginning to become friends with her again and detected no signs of Jean remember they were once childhood friends. By 11pm, Judy was beginning to feel tired and suggested she went home. Jean gave her a good bye hug, which Judy wasn’t expecting and said how nice it was to have someone to talk to at last. Judy was suddenly aware she was being given an opportunity to take their new found friendship further and quickly said, “Do you like rambling and visiting country pubs?” “I haven’t done that in years, said Jean with a smile on her face, but yes, I do.” “Okay, said Judy, my local pub are having a mystery ramble on Sunday, I’ll pick you up at 9.30 and we’ll have a fun day together!” and with that she got into her car and drove home.
Judy had guilty feelings about her plan to trick Jean into humiliating herself, but then wasn’t this what she had wanted all these years? The Sunday mystery ramble went well and both women enjoyed the day becoming even closer. A month had now passed since her first meeting with Jean and Judy wanted to settle the score, which had bugged her for almost 20 years, before she got any further involved in this new friendship, which she had to admit was becoming very enjoyable. Earlier on in the week Jean had asked Judy if she would like to spend this weekend with her and go on, what was for her a sort of nostalgic trip? Jean didn’t give Judy much of a clue as to this mystery journey except to say it was a special place in the country side, which was stunningly picturesque and off the beaten track. Both women decided Sunday was the best day to go and agreed to get up early and set off at 9am. Jean was quite excited and told Judy the location was only a couple of hour’s drive from her house. Judy felt it was time to implement her plan and seeing as they were going to a remote location the possibility of there being any public toilets around was unlikely. All Judy needed to do now was to administer Jean with a lethal dose of laxatives on Saturday night before they went to bed to ensure her dream of revenge would come true.
Saturday evening had arrived and Judy was round at Jean’s house having a lovely dinner, which Jean had cooked. They spent the evening chatting and planning what to wear for tomorrows outing. Jean was still not giving any clues as to the mystery place they were going to on Sunday, but by 11pm she had made them both a last cup of coffee, into which Judy had managed to slip 3 laxative pills while Jean wasn’t looking. By 11.30 they were both in bed; Judy had the guest room, which was beautifully decorated and directly opposite Jean’s bedroom across the landing. As Judy started to drop off to sleep she heard a soft moaning sound and being curious went out onto the landing and realised the noise was coming from Jean’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and Judy could see Jean lying on the bed with her legs open and knees raised, with one of her hands down the front of her panties. Judy guessed Jean was masturbating herself and imagined how nice it would be if she had been gently caressing Jean’s pouting vagina lips! Then she was taken aback by what she heard Jean saying in a soft whisper, “oh my god Judy please fuck me, I need you to fuck me,” and seconds later she climaxed and put her free hand over her mouth to stop her cries of passion being heard. Judy crept back to her bedroom and could not help touching herself while imagining what it would be like if it was Jean’s hand down the front of her panties, before falling asleep.
The following morning both woman got up and got ready. They had both decided to wear fairly loose flared summer dresses, loose fitting silk panties for coolness and walking shoes as it was still a very warm time of the year. As Jean knew where they were going, they both got into her car and started off on their journey. Judy was surprised from the outset because they were heading for the town they had both grown up in and she didn’t remember there being anywhere picturesque in this part of the country other than where Jean had lived with her parents. After 45 minutes Jean suddenly said, I know you will find this strange, but I want to visit the woods I used to play in as a child and as my mum and dad still live in the house I grew up in, we can do just that; “My mum and dad are away in Spain at the moment, said Jean, so we can use the house as a base.” Judy was getting strange feeling and wondering if Jean had remembered who she was and if she had some nasty plan to humiliate her again, but decided to play along for the time being.
As they reached the house, Jean parked up the car and sat for a few second, just staring at the beauty of the area. After a second or two Jean said, “Come on Judy,” let’s go in for a coffee before we explore the woods. As they sat at the kitchen table, Judy recalled memories of the times she had spent in Jean’s company and some of the stunts Jean had pulled, which had always got her into trouble. After they had finished drinking, Judy noticed Jean was biting her lower lip as if in pain and then she rubbed her tummy and said, “Must be a bit of trapped wind,” trying to hide the fact that she was now desperate to go for a poo. Come on Judy, let’s go and find some fur cones like in the old days and at that moment Judy knew Jean had remembered who she was!! Jean, not realising what she had said ran into the woods leaving Judy a bit stunned, but not enough to stop her chasing after her once she had recovered from the revelation. It took Judy almost ten minutes to catch up with Jean, but bizarrely enough in almost the same spot where she had made her have a pooping accident in her panties all those years ago. Judy was not surprised to find Jean bending over and holding her tummy. “Are you okay Jean,” asked Judy in a concerned voice. “Not really, said Jean, my tummy feels upset and I really need to go for a number 2 and I don’t think I will make it back to the house in time to use the toilet, but then you would know that already.” “What on earth do you mean Jean, said Judy?” Judy noticed Jean had now crossed her legs tightly, her hands pressing into her crutch and her face was bright red as she spoke again. “I remembered who you are about a week ago, said Jean and I guessed you would want to make me have an accident in my panties like I made you have all those years ago, and when I saw a full packet of laxatives in your bag last night, with three missing after you gave me my coffee, I knew what you had done.” “So why did you drink the coffee Jean, asked Judy?” “Because I wanted us to be real good friends again and I thought if I didn’t give you the chance to have your wicked way with me, I would lose you again forever.”
Judy watched as Jean struggled to hold back the load of poo, which she desperately needed to release into a toilet and said, “I know it is wrong of me to do this too you, but I think you owe me this one chance to make you feel how you made me feel all those years ago and then I really do want us to be friends again. Although Jean knew there was probably no chance of a reprieve, she made one last plea, telling Judy she was terrified of messing her panties in the woods where they might be seen and just the thought of it made her cross her legs even tighter together and put her left hand under her bottom, pressing a finger against her anus through her panties to stop herself having an accident. Judy got closer and put her arms around Jean’s shoulder and said quietly, “I think it is time you let go and filled your panties for me, don’t you Jean?” Jean started to sob, then through her tears said, “The last time I went to toilet in my panties was when I was a little girl of 4, I never thought I would be doing it again as a woman - Oh please don’t make me mess my panties Judy! Judy was resolute and just said, “The sooner you go to toilet in your panties, the sooner we can get you cleaned up and back to the house and then I will let you fuck me, unless what I heard you say last night as I passed your door on the way to the loo was nothing more than wishful thinking!” Jean went bright red again and said, “Oh my god, I had no idea you would hear what I was saying, I just can’t stop thinking such naughty thoughts about you, I want to………” “Its okay, said Judy, realising Jean was getting in a state, I feel the same as you, I think we could have some great sex together;” “But now, it’s time for you to turn round and lift up the back of your dress so I can watch you go to toilet in your panties, said Judy!”
Jean turned round giving Judy a perfect view of her cute panty covered bottom, which was now exposed as she had lifted the back of her dress up. Suddenly Jean started to panic at the thought of what she was about to do and blurted out, “Oh my god Judy I can’t do it, and using both hands she grabbed the elastic top of her panties and started to pull them down. Judy rushed forward ending up on her knees but managing to grab both Jean’s hands and stopped her pulling her panties down below her knees. Jean was trebling and somehow was just managing to keep her anus clenched tight. Judy was at eye level with Jeans bottom and could now see the swollen shaven lips of her fanny and some clear liquid dripping gently from between them into the gusset of her panties – Jean was slowly wetting herself! Judy quickly put her left hand between Jeans legs and inserted two fingers into her soaking wet vagina, causing Jean to immediately release the hold on her panties and put both hands on her pouting pussy mound like little girls do when they need to stop from wetting themselves. Jean knew the minute she let go of her panty elastic, Judy would pull her panties back up and she wasn’t wrong. Jean felt the wet gusset of her panties snuggle up to her vagina slit, but for the time being she managed to resist loading her panties with poo. Judy was now getting impatient and whispered in Jean’s ear; just imagine you are sitting on the toilet with your panties round you ankles and just let yourself go to toilet.” As Judy spoke these words, she ran a finger back from Jean’s vagina slit until she felt her anus hole through her wet panties and then gently pushed her panty clad finger into Jean’s anus. Jean gasped as she felt her hole being probed and some how managed to say “oh my god Judy, please stop or you’ll make me lose control.” Judy started to push her finger in and out of Jean’s anus until she felt Jean start to squat down and splutter out, “If you take your finger out completely, I’m going to shit my panties for sure.” Judy pushed her finger in one more time as far as it would go and then pulled it out fast, causing Jean to gasp out, “oh fuck no,” and heard Jean’s bottom make multiple loud wet plopping noises as she ejected huge chunks of soft brown poo into the seat of her now expanding panties, which Judy watched fill with great satisfaction. Jean could feel her anus being stretched wide open and the fast flow of poo escaping into the seat of her panties, but was unable to clench her bum hole shut. As the enormous bulge in the seat of her knickers grew ever bigger, it caused the gusset of her panties to sag between her legs with some of the softer poo dripping from the leg holes in her panties and falling onto the ground between her feet. After what seemed an age to Jean, she felt her anus finally close shut and the awful feeling of needing to poo subside, but she stayed squatting, panties fully loaded, waiting for Judy to say something.
Judy was amazed at the amount of poo Jean’s panties had held and she couldn’t resist just patting her bottom, which made Jean jump. “I hope we are now even, said Jean, I don’t think I could do that again.” “Yes, said Judy, we are even and it’s time for me to help you clean up. Luckily, Judy was able to pull down Jean’s panties without getting any poo on her shapely legs and gave her some wet wipe tissues to clean her bottom. Judy had a spare pair of panties in her handbag, which she gave to Jean to put on. Using a stick they dug a small hole and buried Jean’s dirty panties and then started back to the house. “I need a long shower to clean up properly and then maybe we can go to bed for some afternoon delight, said Jean.” “I’m all for that, said Judy.”
As the women walked along and were about 5 minutes from the house, Jean suddenly stopped and grabbed Judy’s hand. “You won’t believe this Judy, but I think I’m going to mess your panties now! Judy saw the strained look on Jeans face as she dropped down into a crouching position, holding her crutch and blowing through her mouth as if she was in labour. Judy knew she had over dosed her on the laxatives and this was probably the result. Jean was struggling hard to hold back a hot load of diarrhoea, but would Judy pull the gusset of her panties to one side or was she going to make her shit herself again?
I think there is more to write about these woman’s pooping and sexual exploits!
But what do you think????
Jean and Judy were childhood friends and would often play together. Jean lived in a large house in it’s own grounds and backing onto woodland, which was private and owned by Jean’s parents, so was always a favourite place for them to play. Judy, on the other hand, lived in a council house a few roads away, but was always made welcome by her friend’s parents.
Jean was always getting Judy into trouble, but was the one who always looked as if butter wouldn’t melt! This particular day they had been in the woods collecting fur cones when Judy felt a strong urge to go to poo and mentioned the fact to Jean in passing, saying she thought she ought to head off home before she had an accident in her panties. Jean was not slow in seeing there was some mischief to be made and quickly formulated a plan, which ended in Judy having an accident in her panties and having to go home and tell her mum she’d been a naughty girl in her knickers! Judy did not forgive Jean for humiliating her and stopped being her friend. Judy also swore one day she would get even.
20 years later, Judy, who was now a top solicitor, was sitting in her posh office looking through the day’s list of new clients and one name seemed to stick out, Jean Brody. Could this be the same Jean Brody who had made such a fool of her all those years ago? At 10am a smartly dressed woman was sitting in the waiting room with an appointment to see Judy.
Judy pressed her intercom button and said in her posh voice, “Please ask Mrs Brody to come in Carol.” The door opened and in walked a very tall, glamorous red head. “Please sit down Mrs Brody, I’m Judy,” as she put her hand forward to shake Mrs Brody’s hand. “Now, how may I help you, said Judy in her very professional voice.”
Mrs Brody had barely looked at Judy and had not even made eye contact, so was totally unaware she was sitting in front of her old childhood friend. “I need you to arrange a divorce from my cheating husband, I have photographic evidence of at least 3 women he has been with and slept with unless I’m very much mistaken. Judy couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for this woman; she was so distressed and could barely speak about issue in hand. Judy got Mrs Brody to give her all the photos and a detailed log from a private detective she had hired to get all the evidence she needed.
Judy, seeing Mrs Brody was almost in tears, got Carol to bring in a cup of tea and then set about trying to get to know her a little better. “May I call you Jean, asked Judy?” For the first time their eyes met and although Judy could now see her old friend, Jean was still completely unaware she had known Judy, but said “that would be fine”. Judy probed gently into why the marriage had gone wrong and it seemed mainly because her husband was always away from home on business trips and having extra marital affairs leaving Jean alone and lonely.
“I don’t usually do this Jean,” said Judy in a very compassionate voice, but if you would prefer me to visit you at home, you might feel more relaxed. Jean could see Judy was making a great effort to put her at her ease and for the first time smiled and said that would be lovely. Judy arranged to see Jean in a week’s time giving her a chance to prepare a case for court.
Judy went home that night but couldn’t’ get Jean off her mind, In one way she wanted revenge and in the other she felt sorry for a lady who was obviously heart broken. What to do was going to cause her quite a dilemma.
The week went by fast and at 7pm on Friday evening, Judy was ringing the door bell of Jean’s very salubrious house. Judy already knew Jean’s husband was a millionaire, so no money problems for either of them. Jean came to the door dressed quite casually, invited her in and took her straight into the lounge. “Would you like a cup of coffee or tea or maybe something stronger, asked Jean?” Judy wanted Jean to relax, so said, “I’d love a G & T.” Now settled on the huge comfortable sofa sipping their drinks, Judy went through some papers with Jean and got her to sign some forms before declaring that was all the business they need to do tonight. Despite the cruel way Jean had treated Judy that day in the woods, Judy was beginning to become friends with her again and detected no signs of Jean remember they were once childhood friends. By 11pm, Judy was beginning to feel tired and suggested she went home. Jean gave her a good bye hug, which Judy wasn’t expecting and said how nice it was to have someone to talk to at last. Judy was suddenly aware she was being given an opportunity to take their new found friendship further and quickly said, “Do you like rambling and visiting country pubs?” “I haven’t done that in years, said Jean with a smile on her face, but yes, I do.” “Okay, said Judy, my local pub are having a mystery ramble on Sunday, I’ll pick you up at 9.30 and we’ll have a fun day together!” and with that she got into her car and drove home.
Judy had guilty feelings about her plan to trick Jean into humiliating herself, but then wasn’t this what she had wanted all these years? The Sunday mystery ramble went well and both women enjoyed the day becoming even closer. A month had now passed since her first meeting with Jean and Judy wanted to settle the score, which had bugged her for almost 20 years, before she got any further involved in this new friendship, which she had to admit was becoming very enjoyable. Earlier on in the week Jean had asked Judy if she would like to spend this weekend with her and go on, what was for her a sort of nostalgic trip? Jean didn’t give Judy much of a clue as to this mystery journey except to say it was a special place in the country side, which was stunningly picturesque and off the beaten track. Both women decided Sunday was the best day to go and agreed to get up early and set off at 9am. Jean was quite excited and told Judy the location was only a couple of hour’s drive from her house. Judy felt it was time to implement her plan and seeing as they were going to a remote location the possibility of there being any public toilets around was unlikely. All Judy needed to do now was to administer Jean with a lethal dose of laxatives on Saturday night before they went to bed to ensure her dream of revenge would come true.
Saturday evening had arrived and Judy was round at Jean’s house having a lovely dinner, which Jean had cooked. They spent the evening chatting and planning what to wear for tomorrows outing. Jean was still not giving any clues as to the mystery place they were going to on Sunday, but by 11pm she had made them both a last cup of coffee, into which Judy had managed to slip 3 laxative pills while Jean wasn’t looking. By 11.30 they were both in bed; Judy had the guest room, which was beautifully decorated and directly opposite Jean’s bedroom across the landing. As Judy started to drop off to sleep she heard a soft moaning sound and being curious went out onto the landing and realised the noise was coming from Jean’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and Judy could see Jean lying on the bed with her legs open and knees raised, with one of her hands down the front of her panties. Judy guessed Jean was masturbating herself and imagined how nice it would be if she had been gently caressing Jean’s pouting vagina lips! Then she was taken aback by what she heard Jean saying in a soft whisper, “oh my god Judy please fuck me, I need you to fuck me,” and seconds later she climaxed and put her free hand over her mouth to stop her cries of passion being heard. Judy crept back to her bedroom and could not help touching herself while imagining what it would be like if it was Jean’s hand down the front of her panties, before falling asleep.
The following morning both woman got up and got ready. They had both decided to wear fairly loose flared summer dresses, loose fitting silk panties for coolness and walking shoes as it was still a very warm time of the year. As Jean knew where they were going, they both got into her car and started off on their journey. Judy was surprised from the outset because they were heading for the town they had both grown up in and she didn’t remember there being anywhere picturesque in this part of the country other than where Jean had lived with her parents. After 45 minutes Jean suddenly said, I know you will find this strange, but I want to visit the woods I used to play in as a child and as my mum and dad still live in the house I grew up in, we can do just that; “My mum and dad are away in Spain at the moment, said Jean, so we can use the house as a base.” Judy was getting strange feeling and wondering if Jean had remembered who she was and if she had some nasty plan to humiliate her again, but decided to play along for the time being.
As they reached the house, Jean parked up the car and sat for a few second, just staring at the beauty of the area. After a second or two Jean said, “Come on Judy,” let’s go in for a coffee before we explore the woods. As they sat at the kitchen table, Judy recalled memories of the times she had spent in Jean’s company and some of the stunts Jean had pulled, which had always got her into trouble. After they had finished drinking, Judy noticed Jean was biting her lower lip as if in pain and then she rubbed her tummy and said, “Must be a bit of trapped wind,” trying to hide the fact that she was now desperate to go for a poo. Come on Judy, let’s go and find some fur cones like in the old days and at that moment Judy knew Jean had remembered who she was!! Jean, not realising what she had said ran into the woods leaving Judy a bit stunned, but not enough to stop her chasing after her once she had recovered from the revelation. It took Judy almost ten minutes to catch up with Jean, but bizarrely enough in almost the same spot where she had made her have a pooping accident in her panties all those years ago. Judy was not surprised to find Jean bending over and holding her tummy. “Are you okay Jean,” asked Judy in a concerned voice. “Not really, said Jean, my tummy feels upset and I really need to go for a number 2 and I don’t think I will make it back to the house in time to use the toilet, but then you would know that already.” “What on earth do you mean Jean, said Judy?” Judy noticed Jean had now crossed her legs tightly, her hands pressing into her crutch and her face was bright red as she spoke again. “I remembered who you are about a week ago, said Jean and I guessed you would want to make me have an accident in my panties like I made you have all those years ago, and when I saw a full packet of laxatives in your bag last night, with three missing after you gave me my coffee, I knew what you had done.” “So why did you drink the coffee Jean, asked Judy?” “Because I wanted us to be real good friends again and I thought if I didn’t give you the chance to have your wicked way with me, I would lose you again forever.”
Judy watched as Jean struggled to hold back the load of poo, which she desperately needed to release into a toilet and said, “I know it is wrong of me to do this too you, but I think you owe me this one chance to make you feel how you made me feel all those years ago and then I really do want us to be friends again. Although Jean knew there was probably no chance of a reprieve, she made one last plea, telling Judy she was terrified of messing her panties in the woods where they might be seen and just the thought of it made her cross her legs even tighter together and put her left hand under her bottom, pressing a finger against her anus through her panties to stop herself having an accident. Judy got closer and put her arms around Jean’s shoulder and said quietly, “I think it is time you let go and filled your panties for me, don’t you Jean?” Jean started to sob, then through her tears said, “The last time I went to toilet in my panties was when I was a little girl of 4, I never thought I would be doing it again as a woman - Oh please don’t make me mess my panties Judy! Judy was resolute and just said, “The sooner you go to toilet in your panties, the sooner we can get you cleaned up and back to the house and then I will let you fuck me, unless what I heard you say last night as I passed your door on the way to the loo was nothing more than wishful thinking!” Jean went bright red again and said, “Oh my god, I had no idea you would hear what I was saying, I just can’t stop thinking such naughty thoughts about you, I want to………” “Its okay, said Judy, realising Jean was getting in a state, I feel the same as you, I think we could have some great sex together;” “But now, it’s time for you to turn round and lift up the back of your dress so I can watch you go to toilet in your panties, said Judy!”
Jean turned round giving Judy a perfect view of her cute panty covered bottom, which was now exposed as she had lifted the back of her dress up. Suddenly Jean started to panic at the thought of what she was about to do and blurted out, “Oh my god Judy I can’t do it, and using both hands she grabbed the elastic top of her panties and started to pull them down. Judy rushed forward ending up on her knees but managing to grab both Jean’s hands and stopped her pulling her panties down below her knees. Jean was trebling and somehow was just managing to keep her anus clenched tight. Judy was at eye level with Jeans bottom and could now see the swollen shaven lips of her fanny and some clear liquid dripping gently from between them into the gusset of her panties – Jean was slowly wetting herself! Judy quickly put her left hand between Jeans legs and inserted two fingers into her soaking wet vagina, causing Jean to immediately release the hold on her panties and put both hands on her pouting pussy mound like little girls do when they need to stop from wetting themselves. Jean knew the minute she let go of her panty elastic, Judy would pull her panties back up and she wasn’t wrong. Jean felt the wet gusset of her panties snuggle up to her vagina slit, but for the time being she managed to resist loading her panties with poo. Judy was now getting impatient and whispered in Jean’s ear; just imagine you are sitting on the toilet with your panties round you ankles and just let yourself go to toilet.” As Judy spoke these words, she ran a finger back from Jean’s vagina slit until she felt her anus hole through her wet panties and then gently pushed her panty clad finger into Jean’s anus. Jean gasped as she felt her hole being probed and some how managed to say “oh my god Judy, please stop or you’ll make me lose control.” Judy started to push her finger in and out of Jean’s anus until she felt Jean start to squat down and splutter out, “If you take your finger out completely, I’m going to shit my panties for sure.” Judy pushed her finger in one more time as far as it would go and then pulled it out fast, causing Jean to gasp out, “oh fuck no,” and heard Jean’s bottom make multiple loud wet plopping noises as she ejected huge chunks of soft brown poo into the seat of her now expanding panties, which Judy watched fill with great satisfaction. Jean could feel her anus being stretched wide open and the fast flow of poo escaping into the seat of her panties, but was unable to clench her bum hole shut. As the enormous bulge in the seat of her knickers grew ever bigger, it caused the gusset of her panties to sag between her legs with some of the softer poo dripping from the leg holes in her panties and falling onto the ground between her feet. After what seemed an age to Jean, she felt her anus finally close shut and the awful feeling of needing to poo subside, but she stayed squatting, panties fully loaded, waiting for Judy to say something.
Judy was amazed at the amount of poo Jean’s panties had held and she couldn’t resist just patting her bottom, which made Jean jump. “I hope we are now even, said Jean, I don’t think I could do that again.” “Yes, said Judy, we are even and it’s time for me to help you clean up. Luckily, Judy was able to pull down Jean’s panties without getting any poo on her shapely legs and gave her some wet wipe tissues to clean her bottom. Judy had a spare pair of panties in her handbag, which she gave to Jean to put on. Using a stick they dug a small hole and buried Jean’s dirty panties and then started back to the house. “I need a long shower to clean up properly and then maybe we can go to bed for some afternoon delight, said Jean.” “I’m all for that, said Judy.”
As the women walked along and were about 5 minutes from the house, Jean suddenly stopped and grabbed Judy’s hand. “You won’t believe this Judy, but I think I’m going to mess your panties now! Judy saw the strained look on Jeans face as she dropped down into a crouching position, holding her crutch and blowing through her mouth as if she was in labour. Judy knew she had over dosed her on the laxatives and this was probably the result. Jean was struggling hard to hold back a hot load of diarrhoea, but would Judy pull the gusset of her panties to one side or was she going to make her shit herself again?
I think there is more to write about these woman’s pooping and sexual exploits!
But what do you think????
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