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Chapter 10
The girls were there. Sara was leaning against the wall. She was wearing a pair of tight khaki pants (I wouldn’t find out until later, but it turned out that I was wearing the jeans that she had destroyed three days later.) I could see a thick line of either panties or bikini bottoms underneath the jeans. On top, she too was wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra underneath. She was not blessed with Meaghan’s large chest, but her breasts were perfectly suited to her slender, athletic body.
Meaghan was leaning against the sink. She was wearing the same outfit as moments earlier, but now that she was standing up in it, she looked even more beautiful as I could now see the full nature of her athleticism and curves.
“You’re up dude,” Sara instructed.
“Huh”
“You’re going first. That’s the only way we can be sure that you’ll do it.”
“Really?” I did not want to go first.
“Yes really. How bad do you want this dude?”
“I want it more than you can ever know.” I said truthfully.
“Then stand over there on those towels and do exactly what I say.” I walked over to the towels and turned to face the two of them, although I could not bring myself to make eye contact with either of them. “How bad do you have to pee right now.”
“Really bad.”
“Hold it.” I did. However, my legs and crotch were shaking with the effort required to keep my bladder contained, particularly now that I was thinking about it. It was beginning to get pretty painful. 30-60 seconds passed in silence as I struggled. “How bad do you have to go now”?
“Really fucking bad.”
“Let go then.”
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. It felt good to let my muscles go, but I could not piss because I was so aroused. I took a few more deep breaths and hoped that my erection would subside to the point where I could actually pee. After several seconds passed, I could feel the pee coming. At first only a little squirt came out, making a small stain on the front Sara’s blue jeans. However, this little squirt got the ball rolling and seconds later I felt more piss ready to explode out the tip of my penis. I did not hold back.
I looked down as the dark stain spread across all across my crotch and then I felt the warm wetness flow down my right leg with my left leg not so far behind. Soon, piss was puddling in the towels at my feet and dripping from the soaked jeans. The feeling was amazing and left me a bit high and I started taking deep breaths to make sure I remained standing upright.
When I was done, I looked up shyly and asked, “is it your turn now?”
“Hardly, that was only half the battle, and the easy half at that. Pull down those jeans--not all the way, just to your knees.” I did as I was told revealing Meaghan’s silver nylon/spandex panties. “Okay--” Sara continued before she was cut off by Meaghan.
“Lie down on your stomach,” Meaghan instructed. For the first time all morning I looked her in the eye. I could see the excitement there and I knew she could see the thrill in my own eyes. She didn’t even need to look at my giant erection to know how eager I was for the next step. I held the eye contact for a second longer and then did as I was told. I had to do a bit of shifting in order to accommodate my erection, but managed okay as there were several layers of towels beneath me.
“What next,” I asked.
“I want you to shit in my panties.”
I started to push.
“Wait,” she instructed and I stopped. “Don’t push, just relax.” I did as I was told. I had to go quite badly; even so, I was not used to going in this position and it felt quite unnatural. It took a few moments to get things moving especially since I was not allowed to push. I did note, however, in my shifting, that with each slight movement of my body, I felt a corresponding movement within my intestines. After several body shifts, things started moving quickly and I could feel the poop sliding down and touching my anus. I did nothing to hold back and the poop kept sliding right out until it hit Meaghan’s panties and there it stopped.
I looked up to Meaghan for further instruction and saw her smiling. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sara and only then realized that she had been filming me ever since I got on the floor. “What the hell?”
“It’s just for protection,” Sara responded. She put the phone away. “I think we have more than enough of that.” I felt pretty annoyed that I had been tricked like that, but did not have a ton of time to focus on that since I was lying on the ground, wearing Meaghan’s panties, with a large log of poop sticking up like a flagpole out of my ass. It felt fucking amazing.
“What should I do now,” I asked.
“Wait.” I did as I was told. I lay there with my anus wide and poop both inside and outside of my body. I realized that with very slight flexes and releases of my anus, I could get the poop to slide ever so slightly in and out, just enough to thrive on the unusual sensation as though someone was directly fingering my prostate.
“Now push,” commanded Meaghan. I did as I was told. I gave a modest push and the shit exploded into the panties, instantly transforming from a long log into a tight ball as it adjusted to the various pressures of the expanded panties. I lay there breathing heavily, relishing the sensation.
“Push again,” Meaghan repeated. I did as I was told. This time, wetter poop plopped out and filled in all of the untouched crevices of my backside. Seconds later, I felt an added and new pressure on my bottom and realized that Meaghan was touching my ass. I looked back in shock. Meaghan instructed, in a nice voice this time, “push again.” I did just as she put both of her hands on my ass and cupped the poop that was protruding from the panties. “Well done,” she congratulated.
I looked up at Sara and could see that she was focused on Meaghan and my ass, but for the first time, she too was smiling a kind and gentle smile. “Nice work, dude. Only one more thing to do, flip over.”
“Huh,”
“You heard me, flip over and sit in it.”
I rose to my knees and found myself in a push up position. I started flipping over, but felt a hand on my hip preventing me from going any further. It was Meaghan’s. “Wait. Stand up first and carefully put the pants on.” I did as I was told. When I was finished, she stepped up to me and gave me a kiss and then lay down on her back at my feet. “Sit on me. Right on my chest.”
“Are you sure?”
“Super sure.”
I lowered myself down until my wet ass was centimeters from her heaving chest. “Really?”
“Really”
I lowered the rest of the way and felt the poop spread all across my crotch and up my ass crack until I could feel it spilling out the back. “Slowly grind,” she instructed. I did as I was told. As I did it, the combination of her soft breasts and the smushy poop against my ass and dick felt amazing. Also, everytime I grinded forward, my erect penis would move close to her face and she would then lift her head up and gently kiss the tip of my penis. Even through the wet panties and jeans, it felt amazing.
“I have to pee again,” I said shyly.
“Do it on me.” I stopped grinding for a second and relaxed once more. Soon, the front of Sara’s jeans were glistening from my piss as it poured out of my penis. The piss traveled down Sara’s already wet jeans and onto Meaghan’s chest and then around her neck. As I pissed, she once again lifted her head and put her lips around the jeans hiding my cock. I could hear the sucking and feel the pull on my penis. Once again, the pleasure levels had risen exponentially.
I was so focused on the scene between my legs, that it took me several seconds to notice the hot wet stream pouring down my neck and back. I leaned back and felt Sara behind me. Clearly she was pissing on me. I turned my head to see the piss glistening through the cotton of her khaki pants. That same piss would then travel down my neck, along my back and straight into the crack where my poop was peeking out from Meaghan’s panties. I could then feel the piss, trickle down the crevices between the poop and my ass crack and settle in the pool of shit that separated me from Meaghan’s chest.
“Sorry to interrupt your fun guys, but I really had to go.” Sara giggled.
When she was done pissing she backed away and I too lifted myself off of Meaghan, rising to standing position. I looked down to see Meaghan, her face shining from the moisture of all my piss in the bathroom light. Her shirt, once a light blue, was now stained dark blue from piss with hints of brown from my shit. She rose to a sitting position and then stood up as well.
The three of us stood there taking in the scene, smell, and tastes of the room.
The girls were there. Sara was leaning against the wall. She was wearing a pair of tight khaki pants (I wouldn’t find out until later, but it turned out that I was wearing the jeans that she had destroyed three days later.) I could see a thick line of either panties or bikini bottoms underneath the jeans. On top, she too was wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra underneath. She was not blessed with Meaghan’s large chest, but her breasts were perfectly suited to her slender, athletic body.
Meaghan was leaning against the sink. She was wearing the same outfit as moments earlier, but now that she was standing up in it, she looked even more beautiful as I could now see the full nature of her athleticism and curves.
“You’re up dude,” Sara instructed.
“Huh”
“You’re going first. That’s the only way we can be sure that you’ll do it.”
“Really?” I did not want to go first.
“Yes really. How bad do you want this dude?”
“I want it more than you can ever know.” I said truthfully.
“Then stand over there on those towels and do exactly what I say.” I walked over to the towels and turned to face the two of them, although I could not bring myself to make eye contact with either of them. “How bad do you have to pee right now.”
“Really bad.”
“Hold it.” I did. However, my legs and crotch were shaking with the effort required to keep my bladder contained, particularly now that I was thinking about it. It was beginning to get pretty painful. 30-60 seconds passed in silence as I struggled. “How bad do you have to go now”?
“Really fucking bad.”
“Let go then.”
I closed my eyes and tried to relax. It felt good to let my muscles go, but I could not piss because I was so aroused. I took a few more deep breaths and hoped that my erection would subside to the point where I could actually pee. After several seconds passed, I could feel the pee coming. At first only a little squirt came out, making a small stain on the front Sara’s blue jeans. However, this little squirt got the ball rolling and seconds later I felt more piss ready to explode out the tip of my penis. I did not hold back.
I looked down as the dark stain spread across all across my crotch and then I felt the warm wetness flow down my right leg with my left leg not so far behind. Soon, piss was puddling in the towels at my feet and dripping from the soaked jeans. The feeling was amazing and left me a bit high and I started taking deep breaths to make sure I remained standing upright.
When I was done, I looked up shyly and asked, “is it your turn now?”
“Hardly, that was only half the battle, and the easy half at that. Pull down those jeans--not all the way, just to your knees.” I did as I was told revealing Meaghan’s silver nylon/spandex panties. “Okay--” Sara continued before she was cut off by Meaghan.
“Lie down on your stomach,” Meaghan instructed. For the first time all morning I looked her in the eye. I could see the excitement there and I knew she could see the thrill in my own eyes. She didn’t even need to look at my giant erection to know how eager I was for the next step. I held the eye contact for a second longer and then did as I was told. I had to do a bit of shifting in order to accommodate my erection, but managed okay as there were several layers of towels beneath me.
“What next,” I asked.
“I want you to shit in my panties.”
I started to push.
“Wait,” she instructed and I stopped. “Don’t push, just relax.” I did as I was told. I had to go quite badly; even so, I was not used to going in this position and it felt quite unnatural. It took a few moments to get things moving especially since I was not allowed to push. I did note, however, in my shifting, that with each slight movement of my body, I felt a corresponding movement within my intestines. After several body shifts, things started moving quickly and I could feel the poop sliding down and touching my anus. I did nothing to hold back and the poop kept sliding right out until it hit Meaghan’s panties and there it stopped.
I looked up to Meaghan for further instruction and saw her smiling. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sara and only then realized that she had been filming me ever since I got on the floor. “What the hell?”
“It’s just for protection,” Sara responded. She put the phone away. “I think we have more than enough of that.” I felt pretty annoyed that I had been tricked like that, but did not have a ton of time to focus on that since I was lying on the ground, wearing Meaghan’s panties, with a large log of poop sticking up like a flagpole out of my ass. It felt fucking amazing.
“What should I do now,” I asked.
“Wait.” I did as I was told. I lay there with my anus wide and poop both inside and outside of my body. I realized that with very slight flexes and releases of my anus, I could get the poop to slide ever so slightly in and out, just enough to thrive on the unusual sensation as though someone was directly fingering my prostate.
“Now push,” commanded Meaghan. I did as I was told. I gave a modest push and the shit exploded into the panties, instantly transforming from a long log into a tight ball as it adjusted to the various pressures of the expanded panties. I lay there breathing heavily, relishing the sensation.
“Push again,” Meaghan repeated. I did as I was told. This time, wetter poop plopped out and filled in all of the untouched crevices of my backside. Seconds later, I felt an added and new pressure on my bottom and realized that Meaghan was touching my ass. I looked back in shock. Meaghan instructed, in a nice voice this time, “push again.” I did just as she put both of her hands on my ass and cupped the poop that was protruding from the panties. “Well done,” she congratulated.
I looked up at Sara and could see that she was focused on Meaghan and my ass, but for the first time, she too was smiling a kind and gentle smile. “Nice work, dude. Only one more thing to do, flip over.”
“Huh,”
“You heard me, flip over and sit in it.”
I rose to my knees and found myself in a push up position. I started flipping over, but felt a hand on my hip preventing me from going any further. It was Meaghan’s. “Wait. Stand up first and carefully put the pants on.” I did as I was told. When I was finished, she stepped up to me and gave me a kiss and then lay down on her back at my feet. “Sit on me. Right on my chest.”
“Are you sure?”
“Super sure.”
I lowered myself down until my wet ass was centimeters from her heaving chest. “Really?”
“Really”
I lowered the rest of the way and felt the poop spread all across my crotch and up my ass crack until I could feel it spilling out the back. “Slowly grind,” she instructed. I did as I was told. As I did it, the combination of her soft breasts and the smushy poop against my ass and dick felt amazing. Also, everytime I grinded forward, my erect penis would move close to her face and she would then lift her head up and gently kiss the tip of my penis. Even through the wet panties and jeans, it felt amazing.
“I have to pee again,” I said shyly.
“Do it on me.” I stopped grinding for a second and relaxed once more. Soon, the front of Sara’s jeans were glistening from my piss as it poured out of my penis. The piss traveled down Sara’s already wet jeans and onto Meaghan’s chest and then around her neck. As I pissed, she once again lifted her head and put her lips around the jeans hiding my cock. I could hear the sucking and feel the pull on my penis. Once again, the pleasure levels had risen exponentially.
I was so focused on the scene between my legs, that it took me several seconds to notice the hot wet stream pouring down my neck and back. I leaned back and felt Sara behind me. Clearly she was pissing on me. I turned my head to see the piss glistening through the cotton of her khaki pants. That same piss would then travel down my neck, along my back and straight into the crack where my poop was peeking out from Meaghan’s panties. I could then feel the piss, trickle down the crevices between the poop and my ass crack and settle in the pool of shit that separated me from Meaghan’s chest.
“Sorry to interrupt your fun guys, but I really had to go.” Sara giggled.
When she was done pissing she backed away and I too lifted myself off of Meaghan, rising to standing position. I looked down to see Meaghan, her face shining from the moisture of all my piss in the bathroom light. Her shirt, once a light blue, was now stained dark blue from piss with hints of brown from my shit. She rose to a sitting position and then stood up as well.
The three of us stood there taking in the scene, smell, and tastes of the room.