Larry Murphy hummed to himself as he finished scraping the last of the shaving foam from his left cheek. He rinsed his razor, then splashed his face with water from the tap. Drying himself off, he patted the pocket containing his car keys, then trotted downstairs. Today, he thought to himself, would be an interesting day.
A short drive took him to the house of his colleague, Yvonne, whose daughter Joan was to come shopping with him today. The aim was to buy her a dress suitable for salsa dancing, and Larry knew just the place to get such a thing. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell.
Joan answered, wearing just a small t-shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. “Hi!” she said with a shy smile.
“Hi Joan,” he said, smiling back and trying not to stare at her panties. “You’re surely not coming shopping like that?”
Joan giggled. “Would you like me to?” she asked.
“Joan!” came Yvonne’s voice. “Come away from the door! Go and put a skirt on or something.”
Joan rolled her eyes and turned to trudge upstairs. Yvonne came to the door, removing an apron as she walked. She smiled at Larry. “Honestly, that girl has no sense of propriety,” she said. “I do apologise.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Larry.
Two minutes later, Joan returned wearing a very short miniskirt. Her mother sighed when she saw it. “Oh Joan,” she said. “Don’t you have something a little longer? That skirt hardly covers your knickers. I’m sure Larry doesn’t want to see your knickers constantly flashing into view.”
“I shall try to ignore them,” promised Larry.
“Yes, well, good luck with that,” said Yvonne. “She’s terrible at keeping herself covered up. See?” In order to prove her point, she gestured to where Joan was now bending over, away from Larry and Yvonne, to put her shoes on. The hem of her skirt was forming a high arc which crossed the upper part of Joan’s white panties, leaving everything below in full view.
“Okay, I’m ready!” said Joan, standing up. “Hey Mum, can I stay at Larry’s tonight? You’ve got a dinner party, after all…”
Yvonne looked startled. “Good grief, Larry’s doing enough for you already! And now you’re inviting yourself to stay at his place? You’ve got a nerve!”
“Please Mum? Larry, you don’t mind, do you?”
“Well it’s up to your mother,” said Larry. “I have no objection though.”
Yvonne turned to him with an apologetic expression. “Actually it would be a huge help,” she said. “I have some important guests coming over this evening and Joan can be a little … indecorous sometimes.”
“Great!” said Joan. “I’ll get some things.” She bounded up the stairs, her skirt bouncing around her waist and revealing her panties all the way.
“So,” said Larry, “any guidelines for me to follow when picking out a dress for you? Any colour preferences?”
Yvonne shrugged. “I’m really not a connoisseur of such things. A nice, vibrant blue or red would be good, I suppose, but I trust your judgment. Just make sure you get it in my size – I’m a twelve.”
“Okay,” said Larry, nodding. “And, from the sound of it, your husband would like to see you in something revealing…?”
Yvonne blushed, and laughed. “Yes, you’d better make it a skimpy dress, for his sake.”
Larry smiled. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll bring it over tomorrow, when I bring Joan home. You can try it on and if it doesn’t fit, or you don’t like it, I’ll take it back with me and get something else.”
“Thanks,” said Yvonne. “I really appreciate this, Larry! Is there anything I can do for you in return?”
“No need,” said Larry cheerfully. “I’m happy to do this for you.”
Joan trotted back downstairs with a small overnight bag. “I’m ready!” she said. “Let’s go, Larry.”
They went out to the car, where Joan climbed into the passenger seat and threw her bag in the back. Larry got into the other side, and they set off. Glancing down at Joan’s lap, Larry noticed that her panties were showing. Since her skirt, though short, was still long enough to cover her underwear while sitting, he guessed that she had pulled her skirt up as she sat down.
Twenty minutes later, Larry pulled into a pay-and-display car park. They got out of the car, and Larry paid and displayed. Then he led the way to the shop: Francisco’s Latin Dancewear. Inside, Joan started looking through racks of dresses, while Larry spent a few minutes chatting with Francisco, who was an old friend.
“Here,” said Joan after a few minutes, coming over to Larry with two dresses. “I’d like to try these on.”
Larry opened them out and looked at them. “Hmm,” he said. “These aren’t really quite the right shape for you. They’d be crushing your chest somewhat. Here – let’s take a look over there at some of the more low-cut dresses.”
“Okay,” said Joan with a shrug, and followed him. She watched as Larry flipped through a rack of dresses with thin shoulder straps, and then her eyes widened as he stopped at an extremely skimpy little pink number. Its hanger bore a little yellow sticker. To Joan’s disappointment, however, Larry pulled out the one in front of it – a rather more conservative blue dress.
“Here – what do you think of this?” he inquired.
“It’s all right,” said Joan indifferently, “but I think I prefer that one.” She pointed at the pink dress.
“Oh dear,” said Larry, looking at it. “It looks a little … small…”
“Can I try it on though?” asked Joan.
“I suppose so,” said Larry.
Joan grinned, grabbed the dress, and headed for the changing room. Minutes later she returned, looking a little embarrassed. Larry’s eyes widened. The dress was asymmetrically cut, but it was far too short for Joan – her left hip was exposed up to two inches above the waistband of her panties, while its lowest point on her right leg was pretty much on the same level as her crotch. As a result, most of the front of Joan’s white panties was revealed. Larry could imagine that most of the back of her panties was also uncovered.
“Wow,” said Larry, “um…”
Joan giggled. “Can I buy this one?” she asked. “Please?”
The dress was also extremely low-cut, and Joan’s nipples were barely covered – she had apparently removed her bra. It did seem to fit her very well, though. Larry shrugged. “It’s your money,” he said, “but I think your mum might be upset with me if I sent you home with that. It’ll look a little more decent with matching panties, but even so…”
Joan waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll just tell her I insisted. I’ll say I didn’t let you see me wearing it.” Then she clutched at her abdomen and grimaced. “Oh dear.”
“What’s wrong?” asked Larry.
“Oh god – I really need to go,” gasped Joan.
“What? Now?” asked Larry. “Can’t you wait until we find a public toilet?”
“No!” said Joan. “It’s coming!”
“What?” said Francisco. “What are you doing?”
“She’s having an accident,” said Larry with a shrug of his shoulders. “Number two.”
“Not in my shop!” said Francisco. “There’s a toilet back through that door. Quickly – use it!”
“It’s no good,” moaned Joan, her knees bending. She grasped the edge of the counter for support. “It’s coming out.”
“Mind the dress!” cried Francisco. “Don’t mess up the dress!”
Joan struggled out of the dress, pulling it up over her head and placing it on the counter beside her. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but her panties. Francisco’s jaw dropped as he stared at her impressively large yet shapely breasts.
“Mmmmphhh,” mumbled Joan. “Oh god. Nnnnnnghhhhh….”
Out of curiosity, Larry walked around to behind Joan, so that he could see what was going on. Already her panties were stretched around a large, irregular accumulation of poo. Then Joan pushed again, and the bulge expanded, pushing the material outwards still further. The waistband parted company with Joan’s skin, and Larry glimpsed the dark mass building up behind and between her buttocks. Then the panties started to slip, and Joan stopped pushing.
“Larry, I’m going to need bigger undies,” she said. “There’s more to come, but I don’t think it will all fit.”
Francisco blinked. “What the hell are you talking about? Why not just dump it into the toilet and finish up there? What the fuck? You need bigger panties just so you can finish your dump? Are you on drugs?”
“Take it easy, Francisco,” said Larry. “She probably just doesn’t want to block up your toilet. Why don’t we just buy this dress and be on our way.”
Francisco shrugged. “Whatever, Larry – this is fucking weird. Just hurry up about it though, because it’s starting to stink in here.”
“You’d better go and put your other clothes on,” said Larry to Joan.
“Don’t forget Mum’s dress!” said Joan, as she headed for the changing room.
“Oh yes,” said Larry. He wandered over to the same rack where Joan had picked out her dress, and shuffled through it until he found something he thought Yvonne might like. The right size, but skimpy, for her husband’s sake, and bright blue, per her own request. He removed a yellow sticker from the hangar, and dropped it on the floor.
Joan returned from the dressing room, once again wearing her t-shirt and microskirt. As she walked up to the counter to pay for her dress, Larry noticed that her bulging panties were clearly visible, sagging a couple of inches below the skirt’s hem. He joined her at the counter and handed Yvonne’s dress to Francisco. “This too, please,” he said.
Francisco rang them up, and Joan paid with her credit card. “Cool,” she said, pleased. “I can’t wait to show Mum. She’ll flip.”
Larry chuckled. “You like shocking your parents, don’t you?”
Joan grinned. “They’re cool, really, but I love to see that expression on their faces when I’m wearing something outrageous.”
“Thanks Francisco. See you around,” said Larry, and they left the shop. “I presume you brought other panties in your bag?” he asked Joan.
“Yes, but none of them are any bigger than these. I need something my mum would wear.”
“You want to buy a new pair?” asked Larry in surprise. “Where?”
“Oh, I don’t know – Marks and Spencer would do, really. I need something capacious rather than trendy right now.”
“I think there’s a Debenham’s around the corner,” said Larry.
“Perfect,” said Joan. “Let’s go there.” As they walked down the street together, Joan stopped suddenly. “Wait,” she said, and she turned her back on Larry. “Can you see my knickers? I imagine they’re hanging down a bit…”
“Hardly at all,” said Larry.
“Oh,” said Joan. As they continued down the pavement, she hitched up the waistband of her skirt a bit, and folded it over. Larry raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
In an attempt not to get kicked out before they had purchased new panties, Joan and Larry were careful not to get too close to anyone, once they had entered the shop, or allow anyone who might make a fuss to see Joan from behind. In the lingerie section, they browsed for only a moment before Joan found the panties she wanted. “These should be big enough,” she said. “Hopefully.”
They were certainly not huge. In fact they were of a bikini-style cut, like the panties Joan was already wearing, except that these were slightly more generous at the back, and would cover a little more of Joan’s buttocks when worn. They were also slightly higher-waisted – Joan’s current panties were somewhat low-rise.
Larry half expected Joan to ask him to buy the panties for her, but she seemed to have no reservations about joining the queue for the cashier herself. This was almost disastrous, as the man in front of Joan turned and glared at her in obvious anger. But he did not say anything. When the cashier swiped Joan’s new panties, however, she said, “Excuse me, Miss, have you had an accident?”
“Yes,” said Joan matter-of-factly as she punched in her pin number. “Don’t worry – I’ll be leaving right away.”
“Good,” said the cashier … a little rudely, Larry thought.
Back outside, Joan giggled. “That was fun,” she said. “Now I need to swap undies.” She pointed across the road to the public library. “How about in there?”
Larry shrugged. “If you like,” he said.
He let Joan cross the road first, and shook his head in disbelief at the sight of Joan’s poo-packed panties, standing out proudly beneath her ridiculously high hemline. He followed her into the library, where the two of them found a secluded spot in the reference section.
Joan carefully took off her skirt, while Larry nervously looked up and down the aisle. The library was not busy, but it was far from empty, and he was not optimistic about their chances of completing this operation undiscovered. He could not help glancing down at Joan’s pussy as she gingerly took her panties down, however, and when he did, he started in surprise. “You shaved!”
Joan giggled. “It makes it easier to clean up,” she said. She stepped out of her panties, leaving the messy garment spread out on the floor, with the large poo-pile heaped in the back. Larry handed her the new pair of panties, and Joan stepped into them and pulled them up. “Will you help me?” she asked.
Larry looked both ways down the aisle again, and then he stooped to pick up the messy panties. Holding them carefully so as not to spill anything, he began to tip them as Joan held open the front of her new panties. With a soft, barely audible wet thud, the entire mass fell inside, and Joan let go of the waistband. There was far too much to be properly contained in this small space, so Joan used her messy panties to push the outer edges of the poo-mass back inside. Then, squishing the bulge downwards from the outside, she worked it gradually backwards along her gusset, guiding it with her other hand. Satisfied finally, she spread her feet apart and assumed a look of intense concentration. Larry moved to behind her and watched as the back of her clean new Debenham’s panties began to tent outwards.
In slow succession, new mini-bulges formed in various places in the back of Joan’s panties, as her poo flowed out of her rectum and looped back and forth, filling the available spaces made by the preceding lumps. Once again he found himself fascinated by the sheer volume of poo that Joan was able to generate. It was not long before these new panties were sagging quite as much as the other pair … if not more. Joan stopped.
“All done?” asked Larry. He folded up the empty but messy panties in his hand, and shoved them into his pocket.
“Not quite,” said Joan. “I think we’ll have to make use of my bra again.”
“And maybe your shoes?” suggested Larry.
Joan laughed. “Maybe,” she said. She took off her t-shirt and bra, and threw the t-shirt on the ground. Larry watched her heavy breasts sway enticingly as Joan pulled handfuls of poo out of the back of her panties and dropped them into the cups of her bra. When both cups were full, she put her bra back on. She did this very slowly, for Larry’s benefit, and he watched closely as her nipples sank into the poo, and then the flesh of her breasts began to compress the poo and force it outwards. When Joan finally did the clasp, her bra cups were overflowing. She gathered up the excess in one hand before it spilled, then she dropped it into the back of her panties.
“Here we go again,” she said. She strained, and Larry watched her panties again as new bulges filled out the spaces left by the poo Joan had removed. Soon the garment was as full as ever, and beginning to slip down her buttocks. “Shoes it is, then,” she said.
She kicked them off, and carefully half-filled them with poo she had gathered from the back of her panties. “The problem with this,” she said, “is that it’s nice to sink my feet into the mess, but once my feet are in the shoes, there’s not much room left for poo.” She demonstrated by sliding her left foot into its shoe. Nearly all of the mess in that shoe spilled out, so she gathered it up and dropped it back into her panties. Then she repeated the process with the other shoe.
“Well what else can you use?” asked Larry. “Do you want to go and get even bigger underwear?”
“No,” said Joan, shaking her head. “I’ll just hold the rest in for a while.”
“You know,” said Larry thoughtfully, “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but there’s another place you could possibly use to hold some of the mess…”
Joan looked puzzled. “Where?” she asked. “In my cleavage?”
“No, but … maybe … somewhere else inside you…?”
Light dawned. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Wow! Um … okay!” She thought for a moment, then she pulled her panties down a little. Reaching into the back, she strained, and as Larry peered down between her buttocks he saw a new poo start to emerge. It was about an inch and a half in width, and looked fairly solid.
“How do you make so much of this?” he asked in disbelief.
Joan did not answer at first, but kept pushing until she had pulled out of her panties a new nine-inch turd. She grinned. “Lots and lots of fibre,” she said. “I eat fruit all the time, and plenty of cereal with bran.” Then she shrugged. “And lots of other food. I have a healthy appetite. And I’ve trained myself to hold it in for several days at a time.”
She pulled the gusset of her panties to one side, then bit her lip in concentration while she carefully eased the turd into her vagina. After a while, satisfied, she replaced her panties, and beamed at Larry. “Cool!” she said. “That feels awesome.”
“Glad to hear it,” said Larry. “Shall we get out of here now, do you think?”
Joan pulled her panties back up, then nodded. She reached into her purse with her clean hand and pulled out some tissues, which she used to wipe her other hand clean. Then she put on her t-shirt, but when she tried to put on her skirt, she found that her panties were bulging too much for her to pull it up. After a couple of unsuccessful attempts, she stepped out of it and handed it to Larry.
“It wouldn’t cover much anyway,” she said. “Just put it in the bag with the dresses.”
Her t-shirt was long enough to reach the top of her panties, but there was no way it could be mistaken for a dress. Larry was extremely nervous as Joan walked slowly and carefully back out into the main body of the library. He followed at a short distance, mesmerized by her poo-stuffed panties, which seemed like they were defying gravity as they sagged halfway down her buttocks. Every so often Joan would pull them back up, but with each step they sank back down a little.
A succession of horrified bookworms watched Joan pass, staring in shock at the bulges, both front and back, and at the poo which they could see peeking out around the leg-bands of her panties. Amazingly, however, nobody said anything, not even the librarian on the front desk who merely stared with her jaw hanging open.
Outside, Joan laughed loudly. “Did you see their faces?” she asked, delighted.
“Yes I did,” said Larry. “Come on – let’s get back to the car.”
Hurrying was not an option for Joan, so they were obliged to walk slowly and sedately back to the car park. Joan was obviously having a wonderful time, shocking the passers-by, and she even stopped to look in shop windows.
“What are you doing?” asked Larry nervously, the first time she did this.
“Oh, just browsing,” she responded airily.
Larry was sure that a woman who pulled out her mobile phone was calling the police, but somehow he and Joan made it back to the car without getting into any trouble. Joan climbed into the back seat on her hands and knees as she did not want to sit down and squish her poo everywhere … for which Larry was very grateful.
He drove back to his apartment building, where Joan waddled up the stairs to his floor ahead of him. Once inside, he found a towel for Joan to sit on, and spread it out on the couch. She took off her t-shirt, then sat down slowly, giggling with delight as her poo squished everywhere. Larry sat down beside her, though not too close, and they watched television for a while. Joan clearly was not concentrating very hard on the program – she had her hand down the front of her panties most of the time, and kept gyrating her pelvis, grinding her pussy and buttocks into the mass of poo. Halfway through an amusing episode of Family Guy, she arched her back suddenly and moaned in orgasmic ecstasy.
Larry waited until she had relaxed, panting, and then he said, “So, do you fancy some lunch?”
“Yes please,” said Joan. “Do you have any fruit?”
“Actually I bought a couple of pears the other day – but I don’t have anything else.”
“Pears are pretty high in fibre,” said Joan. “May I have one of those?”
“I also have whole wheat bread if you want a sandwich,” said Larry.
“Yes please,” said Joan. “Do you have any raw spinach?”
“No, sorry. I have cheese, eggs, mayonnaise, lettuce…”
“Cheese and lettuce with mayo, please,” said Joan. “Um, would you like me to help?”
“No, that’s okay,” said Larry, chuckling. “You stay right there.”
He made sandwiches, and brought one to Joan with a pear and a glass of coke. Joan ate with her clean hand, while her other hand spent most of its time in her panties, rubbing her pussy. “Thank you for suggesting I put a poo in my cunt,” she said. “It feels amazing.”
“You’re welcome,” said Larry.
After lunch, Joan looked down at her poo-filled bra. “Maybe I should take a shower,” she said.
“There’s no hurry,” said Larry. “I know it’s getting rather smelly in here, but honestly I don’t mind.”
“No, it’s just that I want to pack the poo into a poly bag before it dries out too much,” said Joan. “I saved my poo from Tuesday, and I’m going to save this lot too.”
“Why?” inquired Larry. “And where are you keeping it?”
“Behind the shed at the bottom of our garden,” said Joan. “Nobody goes back there, so it’s pretty safe. I transfer it into sealable freezer bags. I’m going to keep saving my poo until there’s enough to fill a bath tub.” She grinned wickedly. “Then I’m going to have a bath.”
“Sounds … interesting. Would you like to use my bath for the purpose?”
“Yes please!” said Joan. “I was worrying about how I would get away with using the one at home.”
She folded the towel over her lap, gathered the corners together, and got up carefully. She made her way to the bathroom, and Larry fetched some Sainsbury’s bags from the kitchen. “Here you go,” he said, passing them through the door to her.
After a clean-up and a shower, Joan emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile. Larry coughed, but said nothing. Joan was carrying her messy panties and bra between her finger and thumb. She stooped to pick up her t-shirt. “Can I wash these?” she asked.
“Of course.” Larry pulled the other messy panties out of his pocket. “Better wash these too. Which reminds me, I should change my trousers.”
They started the washing machine going, then Joan said, “Can we do some salsa?”
“Okay!” said Larry. “Why don’t you put your new dress on?”
She did so, but her naked pussy and bottom were still mostly uncovered. For a moment Larry thought she might stay like this, but she fetched a clean pair of panties from her overnight bag and put them on.
“We really need to get you some suitable shoes, too,” said Larry. “I was intending to do that today, but we had to leave the shop in a bit of a hurry…”
Joan giggled. “Yeah – sorry about that.”
Larry smiled. “No need to apologise. Okay. Music.” He put on a CD of one of his favourite Salsa artists, Luis Enrique. “This guy’s great,” he said. As the music started, he raised his hands, spread his feet, and began to sway his hips.
Joan laughed, and tried to mimic him. Thanks to her previous lesson with Larry, she did a pretty good job.
“That’s it,” Larry said, nodding. “Good. Bend your knees a little more, and straighten your back. Better! That’s nice. Try to move your hips a little more smoothly – you don’t have to be like Shakira.”
Joan complied with his directions, and although she giggled a lot, she was a good student. Then Larry took her hand in his, and put his other arm around her waist, and they danced together for a while. At the end of the song, he twirled her around, which made her giggle even more. It also made her right nipple pop out.
“That was fun!” she said.
“Good!” said Larry. “This next song’s a little slower, which will give us a chance to focus on your footwork…”
And so the lesson continued. And Joan’s nipples continued to make guest appearances. Sometimes, when she noticed how much she was showing, Joan tucked her breast back into the dress. And sometimes she didn’t bother. After an hour, Larry stopped the music, and said, “Well, that’s enough for now, I think.”
“Thanks,” said Joan. “I feel like I learned a lot.” She took off her dress. “Can we have sex now?”
“No!” said Larry. “You know I don’t want to do that.”
“Please…?” said Joan, slipping her panties off and sashaying towards him. She put her arms around his neck, and pressed her naked breasts against him. “How can you resist a naked girl in your arms?”
“With difficulty,” said Larry, “but I’m managing.”
She pouted. “Spoil-sport. Well if you don’t mind, then, I’m going to hang out with some of my friends.”
Larry almost pouted too. “But your clothes are wet,” he said.
“I brought others,” said Joan, pulling on her panties. She fetched a summery minidress out of her bag and put it on, along with her sandals. It barely covered her buttocks. “Bye Larry. I’ll be back later.”
“How much later?” asked Larry, but Joan was already out of the door. With a sigh, Larry went back to the couch and sat down to watch television.
Joan did not return until ten o’clock that night. Larry had made dinner for them both at six, hoping that she would be back soon, but he had given up waiting shortly before nine, and eaten half of it.
She was not very apologetic. “We went to McDonald’s,” she said, “so I’m not hungry.”
“Fine,” said Larry. “Leftovers for me tomorrow, then.”
“You cooked?” said Joan. Then she shrugged. “I suppose I should have called. Sorry, but I was annoyed with you.” She took off her dress, turned around, and stuffed it into her bag. Her panties were bulging with poo.
“Nice bulge,” said Larry. “I’m surprised there was that much left in you.”
“I was too,” said Joan, turning back around. Then she grinned. “Is it okay if I go to bed with the poo still in my knickers? I’d kind of like to sleep like this.”
“I don’t see why not,” said Larry. “I’ll just wash the sheets afterwards. You’ll be on an inflatable mattress in here, if you don’t mind.”
“Thanks, that’ll be fine,” she replied. She watched television while Larry made up her bed. Then they bade each other goodnight.
An hour or so later, Larry was fast asleep and dreaming about his ex-girlfriend, Sally. In his dream, Sally had turned up on his doorstep, naked apart from a pair of panties, which were filled with poo. She told him tearfully that she had had an accident, and asked if she could please use his shower. Then the dream seemed to skip to after Sally’s shower. She was naked, and climbing into bed with him. They made love … it was so good to feel her soft, moist vagina wrapped around his hard erection. It was as if she was milking him, and after what seemed hardly any time at all, he felt himself reaching his climax. He thrust hard a few times, and then moaned out loud as he emptied his load inside her body.
His moan woke him up, and although it took him a moment to get his bearings, he realised quite quickly that his penis was indeed inside a vagina. Except that it wasn’t his ex-girlfriend Sally’s – it was Joan’s.
“Good, good Larry,” Joan crooned softly. “That feels really nice. Did you come?”
“Wha…? What the fuck?” exclaimed Larry, his voice not quite working properly yet. He cleared his throat. “Joan! What are you doing? Get off me!” He rolled her over and pushed her off him. His softening penis slithered out of her. “Joan, you had no right!”
“I’m sorry!” said Joan, climbing off the bed. “I just really wanted you to fuck me, and I was annoyed with you for not doing it!”
“But why?” exclaimed Larry in exasperation. “I’m not exactly God’s gift to womankind!”
“You’re the only one who’s cool about me crapping in my knickers!” said Joan. “I want to be with someone who lets me sit around on the furniture with full panties!”
“Oh!” said Larry.
“Fucking hell, Larry, I’m not saying I want to be your girlfriend,” snapped Joan. “Or, I don’t know. Maybe. I don’t know what I’m saying. But I like hanging out with you, and I like sex! Why don’t you want to have sex with me, Larry? What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” said Larry with a sigh. “I just … it’s complicated. With your mum being a colleague, and the age difference … it would be too difficult.”
Joan’s pout was not very obvious in the darkness. “Well you’re just a coward, then,” she said. “But at least I got you to fuck me. And I think you came inside me, too.”
“Yes, I think I did,” said Larry, shaking his head sadly. “Thank goodness you’re on the pill.”
“Actually I’m not,” said Joan. “I just said that before so that you would fuck me. And I’m probably ovulating right now. It would serve you right if I get pregnant!”
Larry was aghast. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed.
“In fact, I think I’ll go and lie down and put my knees up,” said Joan defiantly. “And put back inside me the stuff that’s leaking out.” She turned and flounced out of the room.
Larry let her go. He was terrified of her getting pregnant, but he had no desire to go after her and clean out her vagina by force. With an unhappy sigh, he climbed back into bed.
“By the way,” said Joan, sticking her head around the door. “You are one heck of a heavy sleeper!”
“I know!” said Larry. “And it was most unfair of you to take advan…” But she was gone again.
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They barely spoke to each other the following morning. After breakfast, Joan topped up her messy panties with poo from the poly bag she had filled the previous day, and then she fetched her t-shirt from the dryer and put it on. “I won’t bother with a skirt,” she announced to the world at large, and Larry did not object.
Yvonne rolled her eyes when she opened the front door and saw her daughter standing there in just a t-shirt and bulging panties. “For heaven’s sake, Joan!” she said. “Go on upstairs and clean yourself.” She turned to Larry, as Joan disappeared up the stairs. “I am SO sorry.”
“It’s quite all right,” said Larry. “I don’t have much of a sense of smell.”
“Oh, are those the dresses you bought?” inquired Yvonne, noticing the bag Larry was carrying.
“Yes indeed,” said Larry, and he pulled out the blue dress.
“Is this mine?” asked Yvonne. “Ooh, I like it!”
“Would you like to try it on?” asked Larry. “If it doesn’t fit, I can take it back.”
Yvonne smiled. “Well let’s see shall we? I’ll be back in a tick.”
Larry wandered into the living room, where he found Yvonne’s husband. “Hello Graham,” he said.
“Did I hear Yvonne say she was going to try on her new salsa dress?” asked Graham.
“Yes – she just took it upstairs.”
“Ah, excellent, excellent,” said Graham. “Can I make you a cup of tea or coffee?”
“I’m all right, thanks though,” said Larry.
A couple of minutes later, the two men heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Yvonne came into the room, clasping her hands together in front of her crotch. She looked rather nervous.
“Um,” she said, “I think this dress may be a little more revealing than I had had in mind.”
“It’s wonderful!” enthused Graham as he stared with approval at the plunging neckline, which showed off as much of Yvonne’s breasts as possible without baring her nipples. “Wow!”
Larry coughed. “Gosh,” he said, “yes it is a bit revealing, isn’t it? Oops!”
“Oh, you two,” said Graham. “I like it! But move your hands, darling – I want to see the whole thing.”
“But I can’t!” said Yvonne, her cheeks turning red. “It doesn’t cover my knickers!”
“Really?” exclaimed Graham in surprise. “Oh!” He pondered this for a few seconds, then said, “Damn it, now I really want you to move your hands. Come on darling – it’s only me and Larry here.”
“If you’d feel more comfortable,” said Larry, “I can leave.”
Graham snorted. “That’s just silly. How are you going to teach her if you’re not allowed to see her in the dress?”
“Yes, there’s no need to leave on my account, Larry,” said Yvonne. She bit her lip. “Oh well.” She moved her hands to her sides, revealing a white diamond of material below the point where the two sides of the dress, folding over each other, met in the middle, about three inches above Yvonne’s crotch. From this point the dress descended to either side, reaching its lowest point at each hip.
“Well, that’s pretty revealing,” acknowledged Larry. “But honestly, Yvonne, it’s designed that way. It will look much better with matching panties, because they’ll look like they’re just part of the dress. Anyway, I’m sorry if it’s too much for you.”
But Graham clapped his hands. “I love it!” he said, cackling with glee. “Darling, you look sensational!”
“Thank you darling, but I’m not sure I should be looking quite this sensational in front of Larry.”
“Do you think you’ll feel more comfortable with the matching panties?” asked Larry, “or should I just take the dress back and get a different one?”
“Well I’d rather have a different dress…” said Yvonne, looking to her husband for support.
“I like this one!” said Graham.
Yvonne rolled her eyes. “I’m sure.”
“Can you give us a twirl?” asked Graham.
Yvonne reluctantly turned around. The back of the dress covered her buttocks with barely an inch to spare. “Does it look as short as I think it does?” she asked.
“I think it looks fabulous,” said Graham. “You have great legs and this shows them off to great effect.”
“Darling, you’re biased,” said Yvonne. “Larry, tell me honestly – does this look good to you?”
“I think it looks extremely sexy,” said Larry, “as any decent salsa dress should. And if you’ll forgive my impertinence, I have to agree with your husband – you have great legs and this dress is a good showcase for them.”
“You see?” said Graham.
“All right,” conceded Yvonne, turning to face them again. “I suppose I’ll keep it, then. But if I’m ever to dance in front of other people, Larry, you’ll have to get me those matching panties. I’ll pay you back, of course.”
“Certainly,” said Larry. “Well, I should probably get going.” He stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Yvonne.”
“Yes – and don’t forget our trip to Scarborough,” said Yvonne. “Are you still happy to drive?”
“Oh, that bloody seminar,” said Larry. “Damn – I had forgotten. Yes, I’m quite happy to drive.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you here at about seven, then?”
“Right,” said Larry.
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At seven o’clock on Monday morning on the dot, Larry pulled into Yvonne’s drive. She had been watching for him, and so she soon appeared, carrying her laptop bag. As she climbed in, she said, “I do hope this isn’t going to be as much of a waste of time as I think it is.”
“Me too,” agreed Larry.
The drive was long and tiring, but they arrived at the hotel in plenty of time for the luncheon at twelve o’clock. The seminar started at one, and was actually quite interesting. Despite their misgivings, Larry and Yvonne both ended up taking an active role in the workgroups set up by the facilitator.
It finished at five o’clock, but they stuck around to chat with the other attendees, who had come from all over the country. Many of them were staying the night in the hotel, but Yvonne and Larry both wanted to get back home, so they had a meal together at Pizza Hut, and then headed back south. It was getting dark, and starting to rain, which made visibility rather poor.
After half an hour of driving, Larry said, “Um, I think I may have made a wrong turn somewhere back there.”
Yvonne nodded. “I was going to say that this doesn’t look familiar.”
The road they were following was winding through the countryside, and they had not seen a sign for the motorway for several miles. Nevertheless, Larry continued on, hoping to come to a junction with a helpful signpost.
The rain was coming down harder and harder. Even with the wipers turned up to double speed, Larry was having trouble seeing far along the road ahead, and he had slowed down to less than twenty miles an hour. They came to a junction, but the town names on the sign did not mean anything to either of them, and Larry had no map – his directions had come from the internet, and were useless now that they were off the beaten track.
“Damn it,” said Larry, ten minutes later. “Maybe we should just turn back. We could be driving around for hours like this.”
Yvonne nodded. Her mobile phone had run out of battery power the day before, and this morning she had accidentally left it on her dressing table, where she had plugged it in to recharge. Larry, luddite that he was, had no mobile phone. So with no way to ask for help with directions, turning back seemed like the most sensible idea at the moment. “Okay,” she said.
The road had become single-track. Larry slowed down, and then stopped just beyond the entrance to a field. He started to back in, and then cursed as he saw headlights suddenly approach from ahead of them. He stepped on the accelerator, to get out of the other car’s way as quickly as possible, and rolled back several metres into the field. The other car passed, and Larry shifted into first.
The car would not move. “Damn it!” exclaimed Larry. He pressed harder on the accelerator, but still the car remained in place. “We’re stuck in the mud!” he said.
“Well stop accelerating, then!” said Yvonne. “You’ll only dig us in deeper. Try backing up a bit.”
Larry tried, but to no effect. He pounded on the wheel in frustration.
“Maybe I should get out and push?” suggested Yvonne.
“Yvonne, you’ll get soaked to the skin,” said Larry. “And probably all muddy too. I’ll get out and push – you move over and start accelerating gently when I tell you to.”
“Very gentlemanly, I’m sure,” said Yvonne, “but from a practical standpoint, it makes more sense for me to get out. You’re already in the driving seat, and once we get out of this mud, it would probably be safer for both of us if the driver did not have wet and muddy feet on the pedals.”
“Jeez, I could always drive barefoot,” began Larry, but Yvonne was already getting out of the car. “Hey!”
It did not take long for Yvonne to feel the rain soaking through her clothing. She squelched through thick mud to the back of the car, where she braced her hands against the boot. “Okay!” she yelled.
She could hear the wheels spinning as she pushed, trying to rock the car back and forth, but she could not shift it – the wheels were too deeply embedded. Her feet were also buried now, well above the ankle, and her jacket, blouse and skirt were drenched. She could even feel her underwear getting soaked. The rain was pounding down on her like a thousand tiny mallets.
She gave up trying to push, and instead tried to get her feet out of the mud. When she managed to free her left foot, she cursed as it came out without its shoe. Overbalancing, she was forced to put her shoeless foot down in another spot. Mud squelched between her toes as her foot sank deep. She groaned in frustration, then reached down and tried to find her shoe. Water had already poured into the hole, but she managed to locate it. Getting it out, however, was another matter. She had to tug very hard, wiggling it constantly back and forth. When it finally came free, she fell over backwards, landing on her bottom in the mud. She howled in annoyance. Not only had she got herself soaking wet and muddy, but now her other shoe had come off.
She pulled both feet out of the mud, then she tucked her legs beneath her and crawled to the spot where she figured her missing shoe was. Her knees sank into the mud as she searched, and mud flowed over the tops of her calves. She heard the slam of a car door.
“What are you doing?” came Larry’s voice.
His tone was so disgruntled that Yvonne nearly lost it. “I’m trying to find my shoe!” she snapped. “I fell over in the mud, and I’m filthy, and soaking wet, and not having a very good time!”
“I’m sorry,” said Larry. “I knew I should have got out and pushed myself.”
“You think you could have done better?” Yvonne demanded. “The car’s stuck fast, damn it! It’s not going anywhere!” She sneezed.
“Look, you’re going to catch pneumonia if you’re not careful,” said Larry. “Get back in the car. I’ll try pushing.”
“I have to find my shoe!” Yvonne yelled. “Oh. Here it is.” She spent a few moments trying to get it free, then she cursed again. It was too well stuck and too slippery – she was going to need two hands for this. She was beyond caring about getting any more dirty by this point, so she simply sat down in the mud, straddling the hole in which her shoe lay, and then reached down to grab it with both hands. As she tugged at it, her bottom and legs sank into the mud, and the hem of her skirt beneath her legs was pressed down beneath the surface. Liquid mud surged up the inside of her skirt, and started to gather around her panty-clad crotch. When her shoe popped free, she fell on to her back with her legs in the air. The mud that had been collecting inside her skirt ran up between her legs and poured all over her panties, surrounding and submerging them in a gooey brown pool. Lying in the mud with her knees up, Yvonne began to laugh hysterically as the rain continued to patter down all over her body.
“Are you okay?” asked Larry.
“Yes, yes, I’m okay,” said Yvonne, squelching as she got herself back up into a sitting position. “If you could help me up, maybe we can try pushing the car together.”
They tried, but it was hopeless. Their feet could not find adequate purchase in the mud, and twice Yvonne slipped and fell on to her front, completing her muddy coat. In the end they gave up.
“What now, do you think?” asked Larry, shivering. He was now just as soaked as Yvonne, if not as muddy.
“We’ll have to abandon the car,” said Yvonne, whose teeth were chattering. “We have to get out of these wet clothes, but we don’t have anything else with us to change into. Those lights behind us might be a farmhouse – perhaps we could get some help there.”
“Okay,” said Larry.
Yvonne retrieved her purse from the car, which Larry then locked, and the two of them set off on foot across the field. Yvonne, who was carrying her shoes, had fallen over several times more by the time they reached the other side. Larry fell over once. They then had to climb through a barbed-wire fence, which for Yvonne meant hiking her skirt up to her hips. It was dark, though, and she figured Larry couldn’t see much by the light of the windows ahead.
They were both thoroughly drenched, filthy, cold and miserable when they finally rang the doorbell next to the front door of the house. Half a minute later, the door opened. The man inside was in his fifties. “Evening,” he said.
“Hello!” said Larry. “Um, our car’s got stuck in the mud. We were wondering if maybe you could, um…”
Yvonne interrupted. “We’re wet through, and freezing cold,” she said. “Could you possibly put us up for the night, and let us use your phone? We’ll pay you for your trouble.”
The man stared at them. “Been rolling around in the mud, have you?”
“We didn’t mean to!” said Yvonne.
The man stood aside to let them in. “I’m Stanley,” he said. “Stanley Marsh. You’re lucky – we have one room available. Most of our guests come in through the front, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”
“This is a bed and breakfast?” asked Larry, surprised.
“That’s right,” said Stanley. “You didn’t know that?”
“No! We thought this was a farmhouse,” said Yvonne.
“It used to be. Now it’s a B&B. Breakfast is between seven and nine.” He booked them in, then led them up a flight of stairs and showed them a rather small room with a double bed. “There’s a shared bathroom at the end of the hall. The lock’s broken, but if you just close the door you shouldn’t be disturbed. I apologise in advance for the lack of heating – the thermostat’s broken.”
“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” interrupted Yvonne. “Thank you very much. Is there a phone we could use?”
“At the foot of the stairs,” said Stanley. “Just write down how long you spend on the phone, and I’ll put it on your bill, Mr and Mrs …?”
Larry opened his mouth to speak, but Yvonne cut in, “Coleman. And do you have a washer and dryer we could use? We don’t have any spare clothes, so we kind of need to get these clean and dry.”
Stanley scratched his head. “Well we don’t have any laundry facilities for guests,” he said, “but I suppose I could help you out. Just leave your wet things in a pile outside your room, and I’ll pick them up and wash them.”
“Thank you,” said Yvonne gratefully.
Once they were in the room, and Stanley had departed, Larry said, “Why didn’t you tell him we’re not married?”
“This is the only room he has, and it’s a double,” said Yvonne. “I didn’t want him kicking us out because he thinks we’re up to no good.”
“Oh come on – do you really think he would?” asked Larry.
Yvonne shrugged. “Some people in these out-of-the-way places are pretty old-fashioned in their ideas,” she said. “I just didn’t want to chance it.” She rummaged in her purse, and pulled out a little bag containing a small tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush. She grinned. “I’m always prepared. You can use these after me if you don’t mind sharing a toothbrush.”
“I don’t mind,” said Larry. “Thanks – that’s great.”
Yvonne called home briefly to tell Graham what had happened, then she called work and left a message that they would both be late the following day. Then she took a bath. She returned to the room wearing just a towel, and left her wet clothes in a bundle outside the door. “Your turn,” she said to Larry.
“Heh,” said Larry, holding up a tube of KY jelly. “I found this in the bedside table. Perhaps the last occupants of this room were a gay couple?”
“It’s not just gay men that use that stuff,” said Yvonne. “But I suppose it’s quite possible.”
Larry shrugged, and tossed the tube back into the drawer. He took the toothbrush and toothpaste from Yvonne, then he grabbed his towel and headed out to the bathroom. When he returned, Yvonne was already in bed. He regarded a chair in the corner of the room. “Looks like I’ll get a comfortable night,” he said.
“Yeah – sorry,” said Yvonne. “I can take the chair if you want. I just climbed in here because it looked so inviting.”
“You stay there – don’t worry,” said Larry. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. Um, is there a spare blanket I could use though?”
“There’s just one sheet and one blanket on top of me,” said Yvonne. “I suppose you’d better take the blanket, though God knows it’s none too warm in here even with that.”
Larry nodded, and took the blanket off the bed. Underneath just one sheet now, Yvonne curled up into a ball, shivering. Larry switched off the lights, then he settled down into the chair and wrapped the blanket around himself. Half an hour later, he was both uncomfortable and cold.
“Larry?” came Yvonne’s whisper. “Are you awake?”
“Yes,” grumbled Larry, “and likely to remain so.”
“I’m freezing, Larry. For God’s sake just climb in here with me and put the blanket over us both.”
“Are you sure?” said Larry. “What would Graham say?”
“I don’t care! I’m freezing! What would he say if I died of hypothermia?”
“All right then,” said Larry. “Um, are you naked under there, though?”
“What do you think? All my clothes are soaked and filthy. Of course I’m naked. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” said Larry, laying the blanket over the bed. “And you’re sure this is okay?”
“We’re both mature adults, Larry,” said Yvonne. “And our need is too great right now to worry about modesty. Just get in – I could really do with the additional warmth of your body heat.”
Larry climbed in, making sure he did not come into contact with Yvonne’s naked body. “Thanks for this,” he said, still shivering. “Goodnight.”
“Larry, get over here and cuddle up to me!” hissed Yvonne. “I’m serious! I’m freezing. Just don’t try and grope me or anything, or there’ll be trouble. Tomorrow we’ll just pretend this never happened.”
“Oh! I didn’t realise that’s what you meant,” said Larry. Gingerly he turned and eased himself closer and closer to Yvonne, until his chest was pressed against her back. Her warm skin felt very nice, and, despite his natural reserve, he put his arm around her and tucked it down across her belly. He pressed the front of his thighs against the back of hers, and they even pressed their feet together.
“I’m really sorry about this,” whispered Larry.
“Don’t be! This is just what I need,” replied Yvonne. “Um, but I have to ask … do you have an erection?”
“Oh God! Sorry. Yes,” said Larry, horribly embarrassed.
“Well, I suppose that’s understandable,” said Yvonne. “Just try not to stick it between my buttocks quite so much, okay?”
“Oh no!” said Larry, mortified. “I’m sorry!”
“Stop apologising! Don’t be embarrassed – it’s a natural physiological response to this rather unusual situation, and I’m not going to hold it against you. Just … I don’t know … stick it between my legs if you have to stick it somewhere. At a safe distance from you-know-where, though.”
“Righto,” said Larry. He adjusted his position, and the position of his erection, so that it was poking between Yvonne’s thighs rather than sandwiched between her buttocks. “Is that better?” he asked.
“It’ll do,” said Yvonne. “Now let’s try to get some sleep.”
Larry tried, but he was finding it hard to ignore his current situation. Ten minutes later, Yvonne whispered, “Larry, what the hell?”
“Sorry!” said Larry guiltily. “It’s just … this is kind of difficult – I just needed a little relief…”
“Do you need to masturbate?”
“No!” whispered Larry. “I’m not going to masturbate while in bed with you, Yvonne.”
“Larry, that’s exactly what you were doing, though. You were just using my thighs instead of your hand. I don’t blame you, exactly, but damn it I need to sleep!”
“I’m sorry,” said Larry. “I’ll try to keep still.”
“All right then.”
Twenty minutes later, Larry thought Yvonne was asleep. But then he heard her say, “Larry! For heaven’s sake! Just have a wank and get it over with!”
“I don’t have any tissues!” Larry hissed back.
“There’s a box on my bedside table,” whispered Yvonne. “I think I can reach it … there. Got one. Do you need more than one?”
“One will be fine,” said Larry. He took the tissue, then moved away from Yvonne so that he could masturbate. He felt very self-conscious about doing so, however, and five minutes later had still not climaxed.
“Larry, I’m getting cold! How long is this going to take?”
“Sorry! I don’t know – I’ll be as quick as I can.”
After another five minutes, however… “Larry! Get back here – I’m cold.”
“Um … I haven’t come yet,” said Larry apologetically.
“I figured.” Yvonne sighed. “Just stick it between my thighs again, and do your thing – at this point I just want it to be over with so I can sleep.”
“Are you sure?”
“Stop asking me if I’m sure! I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t sure.”
Larry resumed his position, cuddling up to Yvonne’s back, and he positioned his erection between her thighs again. Then he started to thrust back and forth. Unfortunately, however, his pubic hair kept getting caught between Yvonne’s legs with each forward stroke, and then tugged unpleasantly on the backstroke. “Yvonne, I hate to ask this, but could I maybe use some of that KY jelly in the drawer? This will be easier and quicker, I think, with some lubricant.”
Yvonne was silent for a moment. “All right,” she said at last. “It was kind of chafing anyway.”
Larry rolled away from her and reached into the drawer for the jelly. Rolling back, he flipped open the top, placed it between Yvonne’s thighs, and squeezed. It was hard to tell if any was coming out.
“Larry, how much of that stuff are you going to use?”
“Oh, is it coming out?”
“Yes! And has been for about ten seconds!”
“Oh shit – sorry.” Larry closed the cap and placed the tube back on the table. “Do you want to rub it in or shall I?” he asked.
“I’ll rub it in, thank you!” said Yvonne. After half a minute, she said, “All right – go ahead.”
Larry replaced his penis between her legs, and started thrusting. This time it was very different – he was sliding about all over the place. When he finally settled into a rhythm, Yvonne said, “Larry, you’re awfully close to somewhere you shouldn’t be.”
“Oh no! Sorry. It was just hard to keep it in one place. It’s very slippery.”
“Never mind – just hurry up, okay?”
Larry continued to thrust, his strokes getting harder and faster. His erection slid this way and that, its movements getting more erratic as he approached his climax. Then it slid a little further up than it had before, and Yvonne squealed. “Larry!” she hissed.
“Oh God!” exclaimed Larry, pulling his erection out of her vagina. “Oh God Yvonne, I’m so so sorry!”
Yvonne sighed. “I’m sure you didn’t do it deliberately,” she said. “But you have to be careful – I’m not on the pill. Graham had a vasectomy years ago, so I’ve had no need to take contraception. Also, I’m in the middle of my cycle at the moment, so I really can’t stress enough: be careful!”
“I will,” said Larry. “Shall I continue?”
“Go on,” said Yvonne. “It seems like you’re almost done, and I for one am looking forward to finally getting some sleep!”
Larry resumed thrusting, and once again his strokes became wilder as he approached orgasm. Then Yvonne squealed again. “Damn it, Larry!”
Larry was so close to coming that he almost shot his load right inside her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he said, withdrawing his erection once more.
“What did I tell you about being careful?”
“I know! I’m really sorry. Maybe I should just go back to the chair.”
“And leave me to freeze? No Larry, just finish up, and then we’ll sleep. And not a word to Graham about this, all right?”
“Right,” agreed Larry fervently. “Okay then, here goes.”
He started thrusting again, and his grip around Yvonne’s waist tightened as he neared his climax. He tried to keep his erection low, but as he felt himself coming, his strokes became wilder, and his erection pointed more directly upwards. As his semen spurted from his penis, Yvonne squealed a third time. In the throes of orgasm, Larry continued thrusting until he had finished ejaculating. “Ohhh-hhh-hhhh!” he moaned.
“For God’s sake, Larry, you just came inside me!” hissed Yvonne angrily.
“Oh no!” whispered Larry, quickly coming down from his high.
“Oh no is right! Damn it Larry!”
“Gosh Yvonne, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what to say!”
Yvonne sighed. “Just forget it. I suppose I brought it upon myself in a way. Tomorrow morning I’ll wash myself out and hope for the best. In the meantime, can we finally get some sleep, please?”
“Yes,” said Larry. “Of course. Sleep well.”
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It was less than an hour later when Yvonne awoke from her slumber. “Larry?”
“Sorry,” whispered Larry. “I kind of got horny again.”
Yvonne sighed. “Any chance you’ll get back to sleep without another orgasm?”
“I’ll try,” replied Larry.
Half an hour later, though, he was still keeping Yvonne awake with his twitching and slow, subtle thrusting between her thighs.
“Damn it,” said Yvonne. “Just do what you have to do, and do it quickly. Make sure you don’t put it inside me this time, though!”
“Thank you thank you,” whispered Larry. “I’ll be as quick as I can. Let me get some more lube.”
He squirted more lube between Yvonne’s thighs, and she rubbed it in. Then Larry started thrusting, and it was not long before he accidentally slipped his erection into her cunt. This time Yvonne simply sighed and said, “Larry!”
“Oops,” said Larry. “Sorry.”
A minute or so later, it happened again. And half a minute after that. The time after that, Yvonne hissed, “Oh for God’s sake, Larry, just leave it in there. You’ve already done the damage – just finish up and let me go back to sleep.”
“All right – thanks!” gasped Larry. He continued to thrust inside her, but try as he might, he could not quite get himself to orgasm.
Yvonne waited impatiently while Larry slammed his penis in and out of her. “What’s the hold-up?” she whispered eventually.
“Sorry,” responded Larry. “It’s taking longer because I’ve only recently had my last orgasm. It might help if we try a different position…?”
“You’re joking, aren’t you?” said Yvonne. She endured another couple of minutes of fruitless thrusting, then said, “Oh all right. What did you have in mind? Missionary?”
“Yes – that should work,” said Larry.
Yvonne turned on to her back, and spread her legs so that Larry could climb on top of her. He settled himself down, and eased his penis into her vagina. Then he started to thrust. After hammering away for two minutes, he groaned out loud and spurted more semen deep inside her. Then he collapsed on top of her, panting.
“All done?” asked Yvonne.
“Yup,” said Larry. He pulled out of her, then they resumed spooning. “Thank you so much, Yvonne. Sleep well.”
“You too,” said Yvonne grumpily.
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It was three o’clock in the morning. Yvonne sighed with annoyance. “Not again, surely!”
“Yvonne!” Larry jabbered. “I’m really sorry, but you don’t know how incredibly arousing it is to be thrown by circumstance into bed with a beautiful naked woman!”
“All right all right,” muttered Yvonne. She turned herself on to her back, and spread her legs. “Just get on with it.”
Larry quickly lubed himself up, then he squirted some more lube on to Yvonne’s pussy and rubbed it in. Easing himself into her, he sighed happily. Then he began to thrust.
Fifteen minutes later, he was still at it. “What’s the problem?” asked Yvonne.
“Two orgasms in one night,” said Larry. “Hard to be as quick with a third.”
Yvonne sighed. “What do you think would help you along this time?” she asked.
Larry thought for a moment, while continuing to fuck Yvonne. “Maybe … if I could see you? See your body, while I’m doing this? That would be pretty exciting, I think.”
“I’m sure it would,” said Yvonne. “But I think that’s a line we shouldn’t cross.”
“Okay. Well then, maybe … if I could put my finger up your arse?”
After a moment’s pause, Yvonne said in a small voice, “All right.”
Larry reached around underneath Yvonne’s bottom, and found her anus with his middle finger. The whole area was already lubed, and he found it quite easy to slide his finger all the way into her rectum. For the next five minutes, he fucked her anus with his finger while fucking her cunt with his penis. Then he introduced another finger into her anus, and, after two more minutes, a third.
This made Yvonne wince. “That’s enough, Larry,” she muttered.
Fucking Yvonne’s rectum with three fingers proved indeed enough, and Larry groaned as he pumped more semen into her cunt. This time he stayed inside her for a couple of minutes, whereupon she tapped him on the shoulder. He climbed off, and got back behind her again as she turned away from him. This time, as he snuggled up to her back, he inserted his softening penis back into her vagina. Somehow he sensed that this would be okay. At any rate, Yvonne did not object.
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Yvonne awoke shortly after six o’clock. She could feel Larry repositioning his erection. “Larry?” she said.
“Hi,” whispered Larry. “May I please put it in your anus? It’ll be super-quick.”
Yvonne felt terribly tired. She could really do with another couple of hours’ sleep. “All right,” she said. “Just pull out before you come – I don’t like having sperm in my arse.”
Using plenty of jelly, Larry gently slid his penis through her anus and into her rectum. After thrusting for a while, he whispered, “Can you get on your hands and knees?”
Yvonne frowned, but complied, spreading her knees wide to keep her bottom low. Larry’s hips slammed into her buttocks repeatedly, and his penis slid back and forth inside her bowels. His thrusting intensified as his climax approached, and then, at the last moment, he pulled out of her rectum and shoved his penis into her vagina. After a few more strokes, he climaxed, pouring yet more semen into her cunt.
They got back into their spooning position, with Larry’s penis in Yvonne’s vagina, and both of them quickly fell asleep again.
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Their clothes were waiting for them, arranged in a neat pile outside their room. They got dressed in silence, then went downstairs to have breakfast. Larry called his car rescue service, and, having paid Stanley, he and Yvonne walked down the road towards the car.
“Yvonne,” said Larry. “Um, about last night…”
“It never happened,” said Yvonne. “I never want to hear about it again.”
“But we had sex!” said Larry. “That’s a big thing!”
Yvonne stopped in her tracks. “No, Larry,” she said. “We did not have sex. I allowed you to masturbate inside my body. That’s not the same thing. I realise I am just as responsible for what happened as you are, and I don’t blame you for any of it, but you have to understand that it was a fluke, and something which will definitely never happen again. And, as I said, I never want to hear about it again. If you can’t handle that, then we have a problem, and maybe one of us should leave the company.”
“I can handle it,” said Larry hastily. “All right, I’ll never mention it again.”
“Good,” said Yvonne. “Because I still want to learn salsa dancing from you.”
Larry smiled. “Okay then,” he said.
An hour later, as they were driving back towards London, the conversation turned to Joan. “I don’t understand why she keeps going to the toilet in her underwear,” said Yvonne. “It surely can’t make her popular with her contemporaries.”
“She likes how it feels,” said Larry. “She says it feels wonderful to have poo in her panties. And the more, the better, apparently.”
Yvonne shook her head. “I’m trying to understand, really I am,” she said, “but it’s very hard. I just can’t imagine how having poo in one’s panties could feel anything but disgusting.”
Larry shrugged. “Then don’t try to imagine it,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“Try it for yourself,” said Larry. “Only by experiencing it for yourself will you be able to relate to what Joan’s doing … if that’s what you want to do.”
Yvonne shuddered. “I couldn’t possibly. Besides, Joan doesn’t seem to care if she gets caught, whereas I do.”
“Couldn’t you do it at home, when everyone else is out?”
“I’d be afraid of stinking the place up,” said Yvonne. “And then when the others do come home, they’ll all know, or suspect, what I’ve done.”
“Hmm,” said Larry. “Would you want to try it if you had the opportunity?”
“Not exactly want to,” said Yvonne. “But perhaps I ought to – if the opportunity arises.”
“Well then,” said Larry, “you can do it at my place if you like. I’m not judgmental about it, and you won’t risk being caught by anyone else. Plus, I’m all for helping a parent better understand their child – that’s a worthy cause, I think.”
Yvonne was silent for a minute. Then she said, “You know Larry, as crazy as it sounds, I think I might just take you up on that.”
“Okay,” said Larry. “If you do, though, might I recommend that you spend a decent amount of time in that situation? Part of the appeal for Joan seems to be sitting around in it, or walking around and just doing stuff with full panties. Besides, you never know, while it might seem disgusting at first, given sufficient time you might get used to it – perhaps even come to see why Joan enjoys it.”
“Possibly,” conceded Yvonne. “But finding a chunk of time to be away from home without arousing suspicion might prove difficult.”
Larry looked at his watch. “Well,” he said, “it’s going to be another four hours before we get home. And you’ve already called in to say we’ll be late. What would you think about doing it now? We could stop by my place first, you could clean up, and then we’d drop you off at your house and nobody would be any the wiser.”
“But … the smell!” said Yvonne.
“I think we’re both used to that by now with Joan,” said Larry. “Anyway, we’ll turn the air on full, and open the back windows – it won’t be too bad.”
Yvonne considered this for a few minutes. Then she said, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind at all,” said Larry.
Yvonne lifted her bottom off the seat, and grunted with effort. Then she exhaled, panted for a few seconds, and strained again.
“Might as well get rid of everything you’ve got,” said Larry. “Joan’s productions are enormous.”
“Well,” said Yvonne, “I’m sure I can’t match Joan’s performance, but I’ll do my best.” She continued to grunt and strain for the next few minutes, and the odour of her poo became very noticeable. Larry turned the fan up to maximum.
“Okay,” said Yvonne at last, “I’m done.” She gingerly lowered herself back down. “Ugh!” she said.
“Good for you!” said Larry. “I must say I’m impressed. How does it feel?”
“Disgusting, as I suspected. Warm and squishy.”
“Well, let’s see if you get used to it,” said Larry.
A couple of hours later, he asked her how she was doing.
“Still disgusting,” she said.
“Really? You haven’t got used to it at all?”
“Well perhaps a little,” admitted Yvonne. “Actually most of the time I’m hardly noticing it. But whenever I shift my position, there it is.”
“And the warmth and squishiness don’t feel at all nice?”
Yvonne contemplated this question. “I suppose I can kind of see why it might appeal to some people,” she said. “But my natural sense of disgust is hard to get past.”
“Maybe it would help if you imagined it was some innocuous substance, like porridge?” suggested Larry.
“That’s a little tricky, given the smell,” said Yvonne.
As they approached London, Larry asked again how Yvonne was doing.
Yvonne wiggled her bottom. “You know, strangely it doesn’t feel too unpleasant now,” she said. “It’s more the smell and the idea of it that bother me. It feels okay, though.”
They finally arrived at Larry’s apartment building, and Yvonne nervously followed Larry up the stairs and into his apartment. She sniffed the air. “Whew – I can tell Joan’s been here,” she said.
“How does it feel to walk around with your panties full of poo?” asked Larry.
“Odd,” said Yvonne. She paced up and down the room a few times. “You know,” she said, “I might try this again with a bigger load, just to see what kind of difference that makes. Of course I’ll have to hold it in for four or five days, like Joan does. And eat all kinds of fibre-rich foods.”
Larry nodded. “Well you’re welcome to come and fill your panties here, whenever you want. I don’t mind at all. In fact, you could coincide it with a salsa lesson if you like.”
“All right,” said Yvonne. “Not tonight’s, though, obviously. Let’s say next Monday?”
“Great,” said Larry. “Do you suppose you can manage to hold it in until then?”
Yvonne laughed. “Go a whole week without … going? I’m not sure that’s possible.”
“You’re probably right,” said Larry, smiling. “Oh, but before you clean up, are you at all curious about what it looks like?”
Yvonne raised an eyebrow. “I suppose so. Do you have a full-length mirror?”
“Unfortunately not,” said Larry. “But I do have a digital camera.”
“You don’t have a mobile phone, but you have a digital camera?” said Yvonne, amused. Then she shook her head. “I think you’ve seen quite enough of me lately, Larry.”
“I understand,” said Larry. “Well, you’re welcome to use my shower. I’ll just wait out here until you’re done.”
“Thanks,” said Yvonne.
She had not been in the bathroom two minutes, however, when she emerged again. “My skirt’s very messy on the inside,” she said. “There’s not much point in me getting clean, and then putting messy clothes back on. I don’t have anything to change into. I think I’d rather you just take me home, and I’ll clean up there.”
“Suit yourself,” said Larry. “But since I’ll be going to work straight from there, do you mind if I change first? Also, I could do with a shave.”
“Okay,” said Yvonne.
Larry changed quickly, then shaved, then went back out to the car with Yvonne. As she climbed into the passenger side, Larry said, “Getting used to it yet?”
“Kind of,” she replied. “It does feel sort of interesting when I’m sliding around in it.” Then she blushed. “But I shouldn’t really be going into that kind of detail.”
Larry chuckled. “Joan likes that too. She actually sticks the poo in the front of her panties, so that she can feel it … you know where. And she masturbates like that.” Then he coughed. “But perhaps I shouldn’t be telling tales on her.”
“She masturbated in front of you?” asked Yvonne incredulously. “Oh my God – that girl! Has she no shame? You poor man, you must have been horribly embarrassed.”
“I just try to ignore her, and let her get on with it,” said Larry.
They arrived at Yvonne’s house. “Would you like to come in for some lunch?” she asked. “It’s that time already, and we might as well eat before we head off to work.”
“Well I don’t want to impose,” said Larry.
Yvonne shrugged. “It’s no trouble. And it won’t be anything fancy – just cheese on toast or something.”
“That sounds great,” said Larry. “Thank you.”
Yvonne made lunch for them both, and they chatted about work while they ate in the kitchen. Then Yvonne said, “Oh well, time for me to go and clean up, then.”
“I’ll see myself out,” said Larry. “Thanks very much for lunch.”
“You’re welcome,” replied Yvonne. “See you at work.”
Larry left the house and got into his car, humming a little tune to himself.