Larry was humming a little tune to himself as he carried his mug of tea back to his desk. As he sat and sipped at it, he opened up an email from Toni in accounts. He was just reading it when he heard a soft footstep behind him.
“Hi Larry.”
He swivelled his chair around, and smiled. “Hi Yvonne,” he said. “Wow.”
She was wearing the shortest of her three new work dresses, and her cheeks were burning. “I can’t believe I went through with wearing this!” she whispered.
“Bob never said anything about the others?” he asked in a low voice.
“Oh, he commented,” replied Yvonne, “but he stopped short of telling me off.”
“And has he seen this one?”
“Not yet,” said Yvonne, biting her lip nervously. “But I figured that two months of seeing me in the other dresses might have made him a little more receptive to this one.”
“Turn around,” said Larry. “I haven’t even seen this one on you myself, yet. I was going for two and a half inches below the buttocks…”
Reluctantly, Yvonne turned around, and Larry lifted the back of her dress. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Holy sh…”
“Shh!” whispered Yvonne nervously.
It was not the fact that the dress only covered Yvonne’s bottom with an inch and a half to spare that had caused Larry to react in such a manner. It was the large, flattened wad of poo nestling against, between and below her buttocks that was making his eyes so wide. The poo was being held in place by clingfilm, and a couple of pieces of tape were forming a seal around the edges.
“You did that yourself?” he asked, adjusting the crotch of his trousers to make room for his growing erection.
“Joan helped.”
Larry smiled. “Well, the two of you did a great job. I can’t smell a thing.”
“That’s the idea,” said Yvonne, turning around and tugging her dress down. “But I’m a nervous wreck – I’ve only been here half an hour, but I’ve been in panic mode the whole time. I can’t tuck this silly dress under me, so whenever I lean forward I’m paranoid someone’s going to pass behind me and see my poo.”
Larry smiled sympathetically. “Perhaps I could help you relax,” he said. He reached up under her dress and started stroking her pussy.
“Larry!” she hissed, pushing his hand away. “I think I know how to masturbate, thanks. Don’t think you can just touch me, whenever and wherever, just because I’ve let you touch me before.”
“I’m sorry,” said Larry. “Will you at least let me rearrange your poo?”
“What makes you think it needs rearranging?”
“Well, are you empty?”
“No,” admitted Yvonne, “there’s still some more to come. I didn’t want to do it all in case it showed beneath my dress.”
“Well if I rearrange it, then there will be more room at the back for you to finish,” said Larry.
She sighed. “I suppose that’s true,” she said. “All right then.”
Larry lifted the front of her dress, and smiled at the sight of her shaved pussy, completely visible through the clingfilm. He reached between her legs, and cupped his hand around some of the poo beneath her buttocks. Pulling his hand towards him, his fingers pressing between her buttocks, he caused the poo to ooze forward over her vagina and labia, which slowly parted as her poo crept between them. Finding a firm lump amongst the mess, he pressed it against her vaginal opening, and smiled as it slid inside. Then he went back for more, and soon had built up a considerable quantity in the front of her clingfilm panties. He patted it down so that it was spread more evenly over her pussy. Reaching back again, he found another hard lump – this one bigger than the first, and he worked it carefully forwards, then pushed it up inside her.
“Okay,” he said, “there’s lots of room in the back now – why don’t you finish?”
Yvonne nodded, and strained.
“Turn around – I’d like to see,” said Larry.
She turned to face away from him, and Larry lifted the back of her dress so that he could watch through the transparent clingfilm, which was fortunately not messy enough to obscure the view too much. Her buttocks parted slightly, and a thick column of poo emerged. It came out rapidly, piling up beneath her buttocks, and then more poo slithered out and built up on top of the first lump. Larry could not see the next section of poo emerge, as there was too much poo in the way, but then he saw it pressing against the clingfilm as it pushed through the rest of the poo. It slid upwards, and pushed its way behind the other poo, and then it got stuck, and the next piece was forced down towards her pussy.
“I’d better stop there,” whispered Yvonne.
“Why not finish?” said Larry.
“There’s too much,” replied Yvonne. “I don’t want it showing. I need this job, Larry! I can’t afford to make a spectacle of myself. In addition to which, I’d just die of embarrassment!”
“We’ll rearrange it,” said Larry. “We’ll make it work. And if it doesn’t, the door’s right there – I’ll take you home and we can clean you up. We’ll make some excuse.”
Yvonne sighed. Then she pushed again, and the mass of poo in the back of her makeshift panties grew, and spread out, oozing behind her buttocks, and all the way up to the tape which served as a waistband. It filled out the clingfilm, stretching it outwards and downwards, until the film was as taut as a drum, and resembled a large brown balloon.
Worried that the clingfilm was about to burst, Larry started manoeuvring more poo forwards towards her pussy. He found a long, firm turd and tried to work it into her vagina. Unfortunately the clingfilm made this difficult, and he could not push it inside in one piece, but eventually he managed to insert all of it, in a series of small chunks. He turned Yvonne around, then he continued to work poo forward, although the front was pretty full already. Soon the clingfilm was bulging outwards from the tape at the top to the tape attaching the film to her legs.
“Okay,” said Yvonne. “I’m done.”
“All right, turn around again – let’s see the damage,” said Larry.
She did so, and Larry swallowed nervously. The poo bulge was hanging an inch and a half below the hem of her dress. He put his hand underneath it, and pressed it upwards gently until he could not see it any more, but when he let go, it sank to its former position. “Uh-oh,” he said.
“Don’t say that!” she whispered. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t think there’s any way this isn’t going to sag below your hemline,” he said. “I think we’d better get you out of here.”
“Oh, just great!” snapped Yvonne. “Well, you’ll have to go and grab my purse from my desk – I can’t very well go back there myself.”
Larry nodded, then he got up and hurried off in the direction of Yvonne’s desk, which was in another part of the building. While she waited for him to return, Yvonne fidgeted nervously. Then her stomach knotted as she saw Bob, her boss, coming down the aisle.
“Ah,” he said. “Yvonne, there you are. Would you come into my office please? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you.”
“Um, can it wait?” said Yvonne, her heart pounding. “I…”
“It won’t take a moment,” said Bob, and he turned on his heel and walked away back to his office.
Yvonne glanced down the aisle. Nobody was watching. She started to waddle after Bob, then she forced herself to walk more normally. Reaching back, she felt her clingfilm-wrapped poo bulge sagging below her hemline, and a sweat of panic started to bead on her forehead. As she got to the end of the aisle, she saw Colin from I.T. approaching from the left, and she waited for him to pass so that she would not have to walk ahead of him.
She smiled at him, with an attempted air of nonchalance, as he looked up at her, and he smiled politely back. Then she started after him, then froze as Janet, a customer service rep, appeared from around the far corner of the block of cubicles. She backed into the aisle to wait for Janet to pass.
“Are you coming?” asked Bob, annoyed. He was waiting for her in the archway that separated this section of the office from the adjoining section.
Anxiously, Yvonne glanced back towards Janet, who was still twenty feet away. With a little whimper of fear, Yvonne stepped out of the aisle and started walking towards Bob, hoping desperately that Janet was too close by now to see her poo.
In the other section of the office, she passed several people, but when she glanced behind her, neither Janet nor anybody else was following her or looking her way. She entered Bob’s office and closed the door behind her. The door and the entire wall were glass panelled, so she could not afford to stand up with her back to the glass, yet she was terrified of sitting down and having her clingfilm panties burst.
“Sit down, Yvonne,” said Bob, indicating the chair in front of his desk.
Yvonne, her heart hammering in her chest, pulled the chair back and gingerly lowered herself on it. As she felt her poo squish against her pussy and bottom, she realised that this was not going to work – the clingfilm was definitely going to burst. “Bob,” she said, “I can’t do this right now – I’m sorry. I’m really feeling unwell.” She started to stand up again.
His frown changed to a look of concern. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Do you need to go home?”
“I think so,” she said. “Is it okay if Larry takes me? I’m not sure I should drive.”
“Gosh, you’re sweating like anything. Yes, by all means. I can talk to you another time. Give me a call later to let me know how you’re doing.”
“Thanks Bob,” she said gratefully. Then she panicked anew as she realised she would have to leave his office without turning her back on him. She started to back away towards the door, and he raised a questioning eyebrow. Her brain scrabbled for an explanation, but could not find one. She merely grinned helplessly. She reached the door, opened it, and backed out. Once she was out of Bob’s sight, she turned around, and saw Marjorie Groves from Human Resources staring at her in shock. She quailed internally.
“Not a word, please Marjorie!” she pleaded.
Then Larry hurried up to her. “I heard you were feeling ill,” he said. “Do you need a ride home?”
“Yes please Larry,” she said, clinging to his arm. “I had a bit of an accident…”
Marjorie, recovering herself, shook her head and walked on past them. “Get me out of here!” Yvonne hissed fiercely at Larry.
They walked together back past Larry’s desk and out of the door at the back of the building. Outside, Larry unlocked his car, and opened the back door so that Yvonne could crawl in. This she did, and he closed the door behind her. She had now done this a number of times in Larry’s car, but never straight out of work.
“Damn it, Larry, that was the scariest moment five minutes of my life!” she exclaimed.
“I know,” said Larry. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out as we had hoped. How did you manage to get out of Bob’s office without him seeing you?”
“I backed out! I’m sure he’s wondering what the heck I was doing.”
“Well, it’s all over now,” said Larry soothingly. “We’ll get you cleaned up, then we’ll get you back to the office, and nobody will be any the wiser.”
“Except Marjorie!”
“Except Marjorie. Do you think she’ll talk? How well do you know her?”
“I don’t know her that well. I have no idea if she’ll talk or not. God! If she does, I’ll have to quit!”
“I’m sure you won’t need to quit,” said Larry. “She seems like a nice lady to me – I’m sure she’ll keep your secret.”
“I hope so,” said Yvonne, biting her lip fretfully.
Back at Larry’s flat, she took off her dress, bra and shoes, then, having positioned her bottom over the poo-containing dustbin that she and Joan now shared, she ripped open the back of her clingfilm panties. Her poo tumbled into the bin, which was already more than a third full. This was the second bin she and Joan had been filling – the first was full to the brim, and standing in the corner of Larry’s bathroom.
She removed the tape, took off the clingfilm panties, and squeezed them out over the bin. Then she tossed the crumpled clingfilm and tape into a smaller bin Larry had purchased for irretrievably messy clothing. She and Joan had been getting through a lot of panties lately.
She lifted her foot and placed it on the far rim of the bin. It was full enough now that she could lean on it quite heavily without it tipping over. Flexing her vagina muscles, she tried to force out the poo that was inside her cunt. Plop, plop, plop … one by one, the small chunks of poo were squeezed out and fell into the bin. When no more would come, Yvonne climbed into the bath, and switched on the shower. Once she had cleaned her bottom and pussy, she called through to Larry.
“Larry, I’m ready for you to clean me out now,” she said. She bent over, placing her hands on the back of the bath tub. Some time, she thought to herself, she should really get around to buying herself a proper douche.
Larry entered the room, and took off his clothes. Climbing into the bath, he squirted some lube on to his fingers, and spent some time massaging it into Yvonne’s pussy. Then he slid his erection into her vagina, and fucked her for a few minutes.
“Hurry up, Larry,” said Yvonne, at length.
“Sorry,” he said. “Just nervous about being away from work for this length of time. Finding it hard to concentrate.”
“Would it help if you put it in my arse?” she asked.
“It might,” he said. He squirted some more lube between her buttocks, and slid a finger into her anus, probing deep. Then he withdrew it, and slowly took his penis out of her vagina. It was covered with brown streaks. He shuddered a little, but positioned the tip of his penis against her anus, and sank it deep into her rectum. After a few thrusts, he settled into a rhythm, and gently fucked her anus for another few minutes. Then he increased his pace, and as his orgasm approached, began to grunt with pleasure.
“Don’t come in my arse!” she warned him.
He pulled out, and stuck his erection back into her vagina. A few thrusts later, he was pumping his sperm deep inside her. “Oh God,” he muttered.
“Now hurry up and pee,” said Yvonne.
It took him a couple of minutes to soften enough, but finally he managed to relax enough to empty his bladder into her vagina. As he pulled out of her, a stream of brownish urine poured out of her. Larry rinsed off his penis with the shower head, and Yvonne ran some water into the bath so that she could sit down and finish flushing herself out with judicious flexing of her vaginal muscles.
Twenty minutes later, they were both dressed and ready to go back to work. “How do I smell?” asked Yvonne.
Larry sniffed her nether regions. “No trace of poo,” he said. “You smell nice, actually.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Let’s go.”
Back at the office, Yvonne went to Bob and explained that she felt much better now, having thrown up a few times at home.
“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” he said, “although I wouldn’t have minded if you had stayed home for the rest of the day.”
“I know,” she said, “but I have a lot of work to do, and I’d hate for it to build up any more.”
Bob nodded. “The reason I asked you to come in here this morning,” he said, “was…” Then he hesitated. “It’s about your dresses. Now I know the dress code for this company is not specific about skirt and dress lengths – it’s kind of assumed by the management that the employees will be sensible and wear skirts and dresses of appropriate length. In your case, however, I fear you have pushed the boundaries beyond what most people would consider reasonable.”
Yvonne blushed, embarrassed. “This dress, and my other short ones, were gifts from a friend,” she said. “I realise they’re awfully short, but I’ve only got another two months of pregnancy, and I really don’t want to have to buy more maternity clothes at this late stage. Is there any chance you could let me continue to wear them, just until the baby comes?”
“I suppose I can look the other way when it comes to the other dresses I’ve seen you in lately,” said Bob. “But this one – no, Yvonne, I can’t let you wear it again … it’s just too short.”
Yvonne sighed. “I know,” she said. “And I avoided wearing it as long as possible. But then I threw up on one of the others this morning, and this dress was my only clean one.”
“Yes, well,” said Bob, “I suggest you do some washing this evening. I don’t want to see that dress on you again after today.”
Yvonne nodded. “You won’t, Bob. I’m sorry.”
“All right,” he said.
At lunchtime, Yvonne went to see Larry. “Bob won’t let me wear this dress again after today,” she said.
Larry sighed. “Oh well,” he said. “But he’ll let you wear the others?”
“Just until I go off on maternity leave,” she said. “But yes.”
He grinned. “Cool,” he said. “So are we still on for tonight?”
“Yes,” she said. “Come round at about six-thirty.”
“And you’re sure Graham’s going to be okay with the routine we’ve practised?”
Yvonne nodded. “He liked it when you exposed me, the last time we danced – he’d love to see more of that kind of thing.”
Larry smiled. “Then let’s give him a show he won’t forget.”
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That evening, after dinner, Larry took Joan around to her friend Angie’s house, so that the two girls could do their homework together. Then he returned to Yvonne’s house, and he and Graham rearranged the furniture in the living room for the planned dance routine. Yvonne was still wearing her short maternity dress, and did not plan to get changed – there was no way she was going to fit into her Salsa dress with a seven-months-pregnant belly.
Larry put some music on, and they began to dance. The routine he had choreographed was actually not really Salsa, since Yvonne was finding that style more and more uncomfortable as her pregnancy advanced. So this routine contained more in the way of gentle swaying and hip-gyrating, and kept the quick Salsa steps to a minimum.
Graham certainly appreciated it, particularly when Larry’s hands, sliding up the outside of Yvonne’s hips, caused her dress to rise up and reveal her tie-sided panties. As this manoeuvre became a common theme in the dance, Graham found himself wide-eyed with a permanent grin.
Then, while Yvonne was facing Graham, and grinding her bottom into Larry’s crotch, Larry again lifted up her dress, and this time he pulled it all the way up over her pregnant belly. Leaving it there, he ran his hand down over her belly, and over the front of her panties. Graham’s jaw dropped, but he did not say anything.
Larry stood back up, and hoisted Yvonne’s dress up over her breasts. She raised her arms, and he pulled the dress all the way off. She had removed her bra before the dance, and Graham gasped at the sight of her naked breasts, swaying in time to her dance movements.
“Wow, this is a bit raunchy!” he said. From his expression it was hard for Larry to tell whether this was a compliment or a complaint.
Nevertheless, since Yvonne seemed happy to continue with the routine, he ran his hands down the outside of her breasts, down to her waist, then to her hips, and with the finger and thumb of his right hand, he grasped one end of the string at the side of her panties, and pulled.
Graham’s eyes were glued as the bow slowly unravelled. As it came completely undone, Yvonne feigned shock, and pressed her hand against the loose strings so that her panties would not fall down. Then Larry started tugging on the string at the left-hand side of her panties. When it came undone, he took both of her hands in his, and pulled them away from her sides.
Her panties fell to the floor, leaving her naked but for her shoes. She stepped away from Larry, and walked up to her husband. “Happy birthday, darling,” she said, and she kissed him on the lips.
“But my birthday’s not until tomor…” he began, but then she kissed him again, and this time he responded with enthusiasm. Pulling her on top of him, he reached around behind her and slid his fingers between her buttocks. With his other hand, he grasped and squeezed her breast.
“Um, perhaps I should go,” said Larry, feeling uncomfortable.
“Wait Larry,” said Yvonne, breaking off from her kiss. She turned to Graham. “Darling, remember that thing we talked about last night?”
Graham’s brow furrowed. Then his eyes widened. “Oh!” he said. “You mean…”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Can we? Please?”
Graham thought for a moment, then he nodded. “All right,” he said. He turned to Larry. “Larry, would you mind having sex with Yvonne’s arse while I take care of her pussy?”
Larry stared at them both, stunned. “You’re joking!”
“No, we’re serious, Larry,” said Yvonne. “So do you want to, or not?”
Larry’s mouth opened to speak, but he could not think of anything to say. Then he hastily stripped out of his clothes, and came over to climb on top of Yvonne.
“Oof,” said Yvonne. “Hold it – this isn’t going to work. The couch is too small and uncomfortable. We’d better do this upstairs, in bed.”
“Okay!” Graham gasped. “Good idea.”
The three of them hurried upstairs, one after the other, and Graham stripped off his trousers and boxer shorts as he climbed into bed. He and Yvonne cuddled together, and when Larry heard her gasp, he knew that she had just been penetrated by Graham’s erection.
“Do you have any lube?” he asked.
“Baby oil,” said Yvonne. “Drawer under the bed.”
Larry fetched the bottle of oil, and he climbed into bed behind Yvonne. She was not lying on top of her husband so much as next to him, so Larry lay on his side and snuggled up to her. He poured some baby oil into his hand, which he then stuck under the covers, looking for Yvonne’s bottom. Finding her buttocks, he gingerly lubricated her anus while trying to avoid touching Graham’s penis, which he imagined was currently sliding in and out of Yvonne’s vagina. He lubed his own erection next, then he positioned himself behind her, pushed his penis between her buttocks, and began to push it against the opening of her anus.
Her tight muscle yielded slowly, but then he was sliding into her rectum – by now a familiar feeling. He thrust back and forth inside her, while Graham did the same in her vagina.
“Oh God!” moaned Yvonne. “This feels wonderful!”
With a groan, Graham climaxed, and after a few seconds he pulled out of her. Yvonne tutted in mild annoyance, and she reached between her legs and began to masturbate while Larry continued to fuck her rectum.
Graham got out of bed. “I’m going to the loo,” he said. “Have fun, Larry.”
Once he had left the room, Larry whispered to Yvonne, “This is wild! How long have you been planning this?”
“Shut up and fuck me, Larry,” Yvonne replied. “We can talk afterwards.”
“Will he mind if I put it in your vagina?” asked Larry.
“No, go ahead,” said Yvonne. As Larry pulled out of her anus, she turned on to her back and spread her legs. Larry climbed on top of her, then slid his erection into her cunt. He paused, grimacing as he felt the tip of his penis meet a puddle of liquid that must be Graham’s spermless semen, but then he told himself not to be a wimp, and started thrusting. There was very little friction, unfortunately, but the sheer outrageousness of this whole situation was enough to keep him hard. He smiled down at Yvonne. “Happy?” he asked.
“Shh,” she said. Then she admitted, “Yes.”
He bent down to kiss her, but she shook her head. “No kissing,” she said. “Graham’s rule.”
He was still fucking her five minutes later, after Graham had come back to bed and was lying next to them. Yvonne leaned over towards her husband, and the two of them kissed deeply. “Thank you, darling,” Yvonne whispered. “This is everything I hoped it would be. Are you sure you’re okay?”
Graham nodded. “Surprisingly, yes – I’m not nearly as bothered as I feared I might be.”
“Graham, I can’t thank you enough for this,” said Larry. “This is so cool of you.”
Graham smiled wryly. “I’m not doing it for you, Larry. This has been a fantasy of Yvonne’s for years.”
Larry finally felt his orgasm approaching. He started thrusting faster and faster, and harder and harder, and Yvonne began to moan loudly. Larry’s muscles were getting tired, but he could feel his climax getting so close, and so he speeded up his thrusting even more. Yvonne’s moans became almost screams of pleasure, and then her body bucked beneath him as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Larry, climaxing just after her, spurted his semen deep inside her, and then collapsed on top of her.
“Wow!” he said, rolling off to one side.
“Wow is right!” gasped Yvonne. “Thank you Larry – that was fantastic.”
“Humph! So he’s better than me, is he?” said Graham.
Yvonne giggled. “Silly man,” she said, and Graham chuckled.
Larry turned on his side, facing Yvonne, and put his hand on her breast. She did not seem to mind, so he gently squeezed and caressed it. “So,” he said, “would you mind telling me what all this means?”
“I’m afraid I haven’t been very honest with you,” said Yvonne. “Graham’s known all along about our … activities. I wouldn’t be able to keep anything like that from him anyway.”
“You kept the panty-pooping from me long enough!” said Graham.
“Okay,” conceded Yvonne. “But I was afraid you’d be disgusted by me, if I told you about that. If I’d known how well you were going to take it, I’d have told you much sooner.”
“So Graham knows about…” began Larry, but then he stopped, not knowing exactly how much Graham knew, and not wanting to get Yvonne into trouble.
“It’s okay,” said Yvonne. “He knows everything.”
“Wow,” said Larry, stunned. “So you don’t mind, Graham, that Yvonne and Joan are collecting their poo in dustbins at my place so that they can have a bath in it?”
“Rather your place than mine,” said Graham with a chuckle. “I don’t mind Yvonne pooping in her knickers, but I don’t find it a turn-on, and I’d rather she kept it out of this house. If you’re willing to let your own flat stink up with Joan’s and Yvonne’s poo, then that’s fine with me.”
“And … about me having sex with Yvonne…?”
“Yes, well I have a few conditions to attach to that,” said Graham. “First, no kissing.”
Larry nodded. “Yes, Yvonne just explained that to me.”
“Second, no more babies,” said Graham. “Once this one comes, I want you to take precautions to prevent another such accident.”
“Understood,” said Yvonne.
“Third, it stops as soon as I decide it should stop,” said Graham.
“That’s fair,” said Larry.
“And lastly, nobody but Joan should ever find out about it,” said Graham.
Yvonne nodded. “We’ll be discreet,” she said. “Actually I have a condition too – one for Larry.”
“Oh?” said Larry.
“Don’t you dare neglect Joan on my account,” she said.
“I won’t,” Larry promised.
“Good,” said Yvonne. Then she turned back to Graham. “Would you do this again? With the three of us, I mean. This is definitely my favourite thing.”
“I don’t see why not,” said Graham. “It wasn’t too bad. But we should consider Joan’s feelings, and not do it when she’s around.”
“You don’t want me to tell Joan about this?” asked Larry.
“I wouldn’t presume to tell you not to tell Joan,” said Graham, “but I just think it would be inconsiderate to actually do this in front of her.”
“Oh,” said Larry. “Right. I agree.”
Half an hour later, Larry and Graham were both ready to go again. This time Graham took Yvonne’s anus, while Larry fucked her vagina. Graham lasted longer this time, and after a few minutes he suggested to Larry that they swap. This was accomplished, and they continued to thrust vigorously in both her lower orifices. Yvonne’s loud moans implied that she was enjoying this greatly.
Then she said, “Can you both come at the same time?”
“I thought you didn’t want me to come in your arse,” muttered Larry.
“This time, I’ll make an exception!” she gasped.
“I’ll be coming in about a minute,” panted Graham.
“I can manage that,” said Larry. Half a minute later, he said, “You ready Graham?”
“Almost,” replied Graham. “I’ll give you a countdown.” After a short pause, he said, “Five … four…”
Larry increased the speed of his thrusting, so that he could coincide his orgasm with Graham’s.
“Three … two … one … Oh yes!” Graham groaned with pleasure.
Larry pressed his erection as deep into Yvonne as possible as he pumped his sperm into her rectum. Yvonne screamed with ecstasy. “Oh God!” she cried. “That feels so good!”
“Tell me about it,” muttered Larry.
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Later, he picked Joan up from her friend’s house, and he told her what had happened between him and her parents as he took her back to his flat. She was astonished, and a little shocked, but also somewhat amused. And she did not seem to mind.
Back at the flat, after they had got ready for bed, and had twenty minutes of vigorous sex, she fetched her panties and put them on. Switching off the light, she climbed into bed and snuggled up to him. “Do you mind if I do a poo in my panties?” she asked. “And go to sleep like that?”
“Go ahead,” he said. “And for future reference, you need never ask my permission to do that.”
She smiled at him happily in the darkness. “Thank you darling,” she said. “I love you.”
He kissed her softly. “I love you too,” he said. And he reached behind her, putting his hand on the back of her panties so that he could feel them fill up.
The next morning, at Joan’s request, he emptied the contents of her panties (now rather squished) on to a piece of clingfilm, which he then wrapped around her bottom and pussy. With additional film, and some tape, he fashioned for her a pair of transparent panties similar to Yvonne’s. He left a little slack in them, however, to allow her to sit down without bursting the clingfilm. Then she put on her school uniform, or a version of it that had been adapted to include a very short maternity dress, and Larry drove her to school.
“What are you going to do if you need to pee?” he asked her as he pulled up outside the school.
“I’ll pull off the tape and pull the clingfilm to one side,” she said. “Then I’ll re-tape it.”
“It might not stick so well a second time,” he warned her.
“Then I’ll buy some more tape from the school shop,” she said. “Don’t worry Larry – I’ll be fine.” Then she caught the eye of one of her male friends, and, with a grin, she reached over and gave Larry a long French kiss. The friend looked startled.
“Have you told your friends we’re engaged?” asked Larry, once Joan had disconnected her lips from his.
“Some of them,” she said. Then she giggled. “And they told everyone else. So yeah, it’s no secret. They don’t know that my baby has the same dad as my mum’s, though – that’s definitely a secret.”
“Good!” said Larry fervently. “Your mum’s been telling her friends that your dad had his vasectomy reversed. The ones that knew he’d had one, anyway.”
“My friend Denise wants to be a bridesmaid,” said Joan. “See her over there? The one with the blonde plait?”
“Oh yes,” said Larry. “Pretty girl. You’ll have to introduce me to some of your friends, you know – I’ve hardly met any of them.”
Joan nodded. “Well, to be honest I’ve lost a few. Some of them were pretty nasty when they found out I was pregnant. But Denise and Angie have been very good about it. Angie thinks we should get married before the baby comes, though. For the baby’s sake, she says, but I don’t see what difference it makes.”
“Probably none, these days,” said Larry. “But I suppose there are still people around who might tease a child about being born out of wedlock.”
Joan rolled her eyes. “As if there aren’t plenty of single-parent families around! And what are they going to say to our daughter? ‘You child of unwed parents’?”
“Well the word ‘bastard’ does spring to mind,” said Larry, “but like I said, it doesn’t really matter…”
Joan was staring at him in shock. “What do you mean, ‘bastard’?”
Larry raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t know that’s what a bastard is? Technically speaking?”
“A child born out of wedlock? No! I didn’t know that!”
“Hush, sweetheart,” said Larry. “Don’t look so distressed. There are probably a great many children at your school who were born to unwed parents – it’s really not a big deal nowadays.”
“But I don’t want to give birth to a bastard!” exclaimed Joan, very upset. “I didn’t know that’s what one was!”
“Hush, my love,” said Larry, gently. “It’s really not a big deal, otherwise don’t you think your parents might have suggested we get married before the baby comes?”
“Well they might not care if I give birth to a bastard, but I do!” said Joan.
“All right,” said Larry. “We’ll get married, then, as soon as you like. Before the baby’s born. If that’s really what you want. But why don’t you take a day or two to think about it?”
Joan took a tissue out of her purse, and dabbed at her eyes. “Okay, Larry,” she said. “I’ll think about it.”
He kissed her. “Okay,” he said. “You’d better go. Don’t forget I’ll be picking you up at two for your ultrasound.”
“I won’t,” she said. “Bye Larry – have a good day.”
“You too,” he replied.
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That evening, as Joan was washing the dishes in Larry’s kitchen, he came up behind her and put his arms around her. “How’s my precious?” he asked.
“Fine thanks,” she said. “My back’s aching though.”
“Then let me finish the washing up,” he said. “You go and put your feet up. I could give you a massage if you like.”
“A poo massage?” she said hopefully.
He smiled. “If you like. But you probably won’t want to lie on your front.”
“True,” she said. She stepped away from the sink. “Okay, I’ll go and lie down. Have you thought about my suggestions for baby names?”
“Yes,” he said. “And of the three you like best, I think I like Sophie the most. How about you – did you like my ideas?”
“Not much,” she said cheerfully. “Well, Rachel’s not bad I suppose.”
“Then how about Sophie Rachel?” asked Larry.
“Pretty good,” said Joan. “Not quite as good as Sophie Isobel though.”
He winced. “Why Isobel?” he said.
“Why not?” she said defensively. “It’s a nice name.”
Larry chuckled. “We’ll continue to negotiate the middle name,” he said, “but I’ll be happy with Sophie for a first name. Now go and lie down.”
Once he had finished the dishes, he went through to the living room. Joan was lying on the couch. “Ready for your massage?” he asked her.
“I’ve been thinking,” she said. “And I’ve made up my mind. I do want to get married before the baby’s born. Do you think we’ve got time to do it properly? I don’t want to get married in a registry office.”
“I don’t see why not,” said Larry. “We’ll talk to your parents about it. I’m sure we can make the arrangements in time.”
“I’ve decided something else, too,” she said. “I don’t want us to live in this flat after we’re married. Not with a baby – it’s just too cramped. Can we get a house?”
“That’s a tricky one,” said Larry. “I’ve actually been thinking along similar lines myself, and I’ve been looking at houses on the web. Property’s expensive around here, though. We might have to settle for just a larger apartment … or perhaps move further away from London…”
“I suppose a larger apartment would be okay,” she said. “I don’t want to move too far away from Mum and Dad.”
“We’ll look into it this weekend,” he promised.
“Oh!” said Joan. “That reminds me – not this weekend, but next weekend, a friend of mine is having a fancy dress party at his house. You know, for Halloween. Would you like to go? It’ll be pretty much a teenage crowd, but there might be some older people there – I’m sure you won’t feel out of place.”
Larry chuckled. “It sounds like fun,” he said. “Count me in.”
“Cool!” said Joan. “I hoped you’d want to go. Any idea what you’ll go as?”
“I think I’ll go as a Viking,” said Larry. “I have in a cupboard somewhere a pretty good Viking costume.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Come to think of it, I always go as a Viking, but since your friends won’t have seen me in it before, it’ll seem fresh.”
Joan grinned. “So shall I go as the peasant maiden you’re going to rape and pillage?”
Larry laughed. “I think the pillaging happened to the towns rather than the maidens, but the other part sounds fun. I don’t have a peasant maiden costume though. Perhaps we could find you something this weekend.”
“Okay!” she said. “And then perhaps you could shorten it.”
“I’m sure I could,” said Larry. He knelt down next to the couch, and put his hand between her legs. Her dress was gathered around her waist, revealing all of her clingfilm-covered poo. He squished the poo around her pussy, and found a nice firm piece that he could push inside her. She closed her eyes as it slid into her vagina. “Mmm,” she said. “I love it when you do that…”
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That weekend they found Joan a pretty little peasant girl top, which was rather see-through and designed to be worn with a strapless bra. Fortunately it was quite stretchy, and fit comfortably over Joan’s belly. They also picked up a long, flowing skirt from a shop that sold incense and semi-precious stones and books on Wicca. The owner was a rather sweet middle-aged woman with an ankh necklace.
Back home, Larry cut off most of the skirt, leaving just enough to cover Joan’s panties. Joan tried it on, checked herself out in the mirror, and insisted that Larry cut it shorter by two inches. He cut it shorter by three. Joan loved it.
The following weekend, they arrived at the party at about eight o’clock, at which time it was in full swing. Drinks were flowing, loud music was blaring, and lots of teenagers of high school and university age were dancing in the middle of the large living room, or snogging at the sides. A quieter room adjacent to the living room was full of couples locking lips.
“No alcohol for you,” said Larry firmly, as they pushed through the crowd.
“Don’t worry – I won’t have a drop,” she promised him. “I may be young but I’m not stupid. I’m sure I can find some coke or lemonade somewhere.”
“I’ll go and get us both something,” Larry said. “You find yourself a chair somewhere, if you can. I’ll be back soon.”
He manoeuvred his way through to the kitchen, where a bunch of girls were chatting and giggling. “Hi ladies,” said Larry. “I’m looking for some coke or lemonade?”
They looked at him suspiciously. “Are you here with someone?” one of them asked him.
“Joan Coleman – I’m her fiancé,” said Larry.
“Oh right!” exclaimed one of the girls. “She’s that pregnant girl. I heard she was marrying some old guy.”
“I’m thirty-three!” said Larry.
“Right,” said the girl. “So you’re the guy who knocked her up, eh? Nice to meet you.” She and the other girls giggled.
“Likewise,” said Larry. “So, coke…?”
“On the counter behind you,” said one of the girls, pointing to a half-empty two-litre bottle. “I think there are still some mugs in the cupboard.”
Larry retrieved a mug and filled it with coke. Then he found himself a can of lager and popped it open. Taking a swig, he carefully made his way back to the living room, somehow managing not to spill anything.
Looking around for Joan, he was surprised to see her dancing with a boy who looked about twenty. At first it seemed innocent enough, but then the boy put his hands on her hips, and Larry raised an eyebrow. Half of Joan’s panty-clad bottom was showing already, thanks to the alterations he had made to her skirt, but the boy’s subtle hand movements soon raised the skirt even higher at the back. Then he grasped her left buttock with his right hand, and pulled her close to him … or as close as her pregnant bulge would allow.
Larry frowned, noting that Joan was not resisting even slightly. He managed to catch her eye, and held up the drink he had got for her. She smiled at him, disengaged from her dance partner, and came over to join him. “Thanks,” she said, taking her drink.
“That boy – someone you know?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Someone’s older brother, probably,” she said. “Name’s Ben.”
“He was getting a little familiar,” ventured Larry.
Joan giggled. “Oh Larry, don’t be jealous!” she said. “Or this isn’t going to be much fun.”
“Are you planning to dance with a lot of other boys then?” he asked.
“Larry, I’ll dance with you as much as you want,” she said. “But remember this is a chance for me to hang out with people my own age outside of school. After the baby comes, I can’t see myself doing too much of that.”
“Fair enough,” said Larry. “Just don’t let them go too far with you.”
“How far is too far?” she inquired, looking at him quizzically.
“Well, you know…” said Larry. “Don’t let them screw you or anything.”
“I get to have one affair, remember?” she retorted. “I rather think I’m entitled, now that you’re having regular sex with Mum.”
“This is true,” conceded Larry. “And if you want that one affair to be with some drunken boy here at this party, then by all means go ahead.”
“Hmm,” said Joan. “I see what you mean. All right, no sex then. But I still intend to have some fun!”
“I wouldn’t dream of stopping you from having fun,” said Larry.
“All right then! Dance with me, Larry.”
And he did dance with her for a while, but the inanity of the music got to him eventually, and although he was enjoying fondling her bottom while they danced, he decided after half an hour that he would quite like to find somewhere a little quieter.
“Maybe we can find somewhere less noisy?” he suggested.
Joan shrugged. “You can. I want to keep dancing.”
“I don’t know how you’re managing to keep up the pace in your condition,” he said. “And I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”
“Oh Larry don’t be such a party-pooper. I’m okay – and I’m only doing small movements. See?”
“Well I’m going to give my ears a break,” said Larry. “Come and find me when you get tired.”
He went through to the next room and found an empty armchair, newly vacated by a young couple who had gone upstairs hand in hand. He lay back and watched Joan through the doorway as she acquired a new dance partner. This one wasted little time in getting his hands on her bottom, and after a couple of minutes, he even pulled her panties up between her buttocks. He then started caressing and squeezing her buttocks with his hands while she snuggled close to him and swayed with him on the spot.
Larry frowned and folded his arms. He had told Joan she could have one affair, but did she take that to mean just sex? Or did she think she could kiss and cuddle with as many boys as she liked? Obviously there were some more ground rules to work out, but this was perhaps not the time or place to have an argument with her over the issue.
Dancing bodies were obscuring his view of her at the moment, but he thought he could see her reaching behind her back. Then he was sure of it – she was removing her bra! He ground his teeth; he knew full well that her nipples would be easily visible through her flimsy top, without the protection of a bra … and as she danced, her breasts would bounce in that delightful way they did…
Nevertheless, he stubbornly resisted the urge to get up and interpose himself between Joan and her new friend. He was determined to let her make her own decisions … and if that meant she had sex with some horny teenaged boy tonight, then she would have to live with the consequences of that. He was almost tempted to simply go home and leave her to it … but of course he could not do that. He had to make sure she was safe.
And now the boy was pulling down her top! And she was letting him! Unable to watch any more, Larry turned to the boy in the chair next to his. “Hello there!” he said.
The boy lolled his head towards Larry. “A’right mate,” he said.
“Are you in school?” asked Larry. “Or university?”
“Uni,” said the boy. “Computer science.”
“Cool!” said Larry. “Must be interesting.”
“No it’s not! It’s very dull,” said the boy. “Jeez, would you look at that girl? As if she’s not pregnant enough!”
Larry glanced back towards Joan, who had lost her top and was now sandwiched between two boys, both several years older than she. The boy in front of her was crouching down and sucking on her left nipple, while the boy behind her had his hand down the back of her panties. In addition, he was leaning around over her shoulder and French-kissing her as she craned her neck backwards. Some of the other boys were watching and laughing – some of the girls were staring malevolently at Joan.
Then off came Joan’s skirt, leaving her in just her panties and shoes. The boy who was sucking her nipples had taken it off, and he now went back for her panties, but she reached down and grabbed hold of them to prevent him. He settled for standing up and taking over kissing duties from his friend, who reached around to squeeze Joan’s breasts. Then the boy in front of her slid his hand into the front of her panties, and started to stroke her pussy. That she did not object to this annoyed Larry immensely.
The boy behind her crouched down, and took hold of the sides of Joan’s panties. Pulling them downwards, he managed to tug them out of reach of her lunging hands. But having failed to keep her panties on, Joan did not disengage from her kiss, nor bend down to pull them back up – instead she stepped out of them, and the boy behind her tossed them into a corner of the room.
Then the boy in front of her turned her around, letting almost everybody in the room see her completely naked body from the front. A blonde girl tossed a drink all over Joan’s breasts and belly, but Joan merely rubbed the liquid into her bare skin. The girl lunged at Joan as if to slap her, but she was pulled away by one of the boys. Shrugging herself free angrily, the blonde girl stormed towards the door, and left, accompanied by a couple of her female friends.
Larry got to his feet, finally, as Joan was laid down on a couch and her legs were pulled apart. Enough was enough. He made his way through to the other room, and walked up to the boy who was now sliding two fingers in and out of Joan’s vagina. Another boy had pulled his penis out of his zipper and was pushing it against Joan’s lips.
“Hey!” said Larry. “Get your hands off her. She’s only sixteen!”
Joan looked up at Larry, her expression a little sheepish.
“So?” said a tall eighteen-year-old standing next to Larry. “She’s legal. Don’t interfere.”
“She’s also my fiancée!” said Larry indignantly.
“Then you should keep her on a shorter leash,” said another boy. “Who invited you, anyway?”
“I’m Joan’s guest!” said Larry.
“Well it looks like she doesn’t need you any more,” said the boy standing next to Larry, and he laughed unpleasantly.
Larry looked down at Joan, who was now sucking on one penis, while another was being inserted into her vagina. “What the hell!” exclaimed Larry. “Get the fuck off her!” He tried to push forward, but he was held back by several pairs of arms.
“Get your hands off me, you little punks!” he yelled, as he was dragged towards the door. “Jesus Christ! Don’t you dare throw me out!” But then he was thrown out, and the door was slammed in his face. “You bastatds!” he shouted, as he tried to open the door again. But it had been locked. He hammered on it. “You let me the FUCK back in, or I’ll call the police and tell them you’re raping my sixteen-year-old fiancée! I have a fucking EXCEPTIONAL memory for faces, and you can bet your life I’ll identify every single fucking one of you! And not just you fucking bastards who’re raping her! All you others, who are letting it happen! You’ll ALL fucking go to prison and get arse-raped, you fucking bunch of pretty boy homo-attracting fuckheads! Argh!”
The door opened. “Shut the fuck up, man!” said the boy who had opened it. He looked both annoyed and alarmed. “Lighten up!”
“Lighten up?” yelled Larry. “When you fuckers are fucking my fiancée? I should cut off all your fucking balls, that’s what I should do! Lighten up? I’ll fucking tear your fucking dicks off, you hormonal teenage fuckers.”
He was pulled back in. “Fuck, man!” said one of the boys. “Look, she obviously wants it, so I suggest you, uh, re-evaluate your relationship or something.”
Larry looked down at Joan, who was being vigorously fucked. The boy whose cock she had been sucking had just spurted his semen over her face – some of it was puddling on top of her closed eyelid. The boy in her vagina groaned, stopped thrusting, and then withdrew his dripping penis. As he climbed off the sofa, another boy took his place.
“Oh fuck no!” said Larry. “Come on now!” He started forward, but was held back.
And so a second boy fucked Joan, and came inside her. And then she sucked another boy, while a third penis was inserted into her cunt. Larry, giving up, went through to the other room and sat down in a chair, thoroughly depressed. The next time he looked up, Joan was on the floor between two boys; one had his erection in her vagina, the other had his in her anus. And at the same time, she was sucking off a third boy.
And then it was over. Every boy who wanted to fuck her had fucked her. She was helped to her feet, and, with semen running down the insides of her thighs, she walked unsteadily towards Larry. She was barefoot, having at some point lost her shoes.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Larry did not even look at her. “Sorry … just … REALLY doesn’t cover this,” he said. “I can’t believe you did that to me. The wedding’s off, Joan – we’re finished.”
She knelt at his feet and hugged his knees. “Larry please don’t say that!” she said. “I’m sorry! I was caught up in the moment. I felt so … so wanted, and sexy, like the whole world wanted me.”
“Yes, well, that’s not too far from the truth,” said Larry.
“Please look at me Larry,” said Joan.
“I can’t right now,” he said shortly.
“Please? Larry, this doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“Oh? Well quite honestly, Joan, right now I don’t even care whether you do or not. I certainly can’t love you now – not after this.”
Joan hung her head, and began to sob. “Please Larry,” she whispered. “Please. This won’t happen again. I promise.”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Larry. “Do it again, as much as you want. I won’t care – I’ll be well out of your life. I’ll pay you child support, of course, but that’s really as much as I want to have to do with you.”
“Larry!” she cried. “Please look at me! I can’t bear to have you hate me!”
He sighed. “I don’t hate you, Joan,” he said. “It’s just … it’s over. Can you understand that? It’s just over between us. That’s all there is to it.”
“No! I can’t accept that!” she said. “You said I could have an affair…”
“An affair!” said Larry. “One! You just let, what, six guys fuck you?”
“Five!” she said. “Not that I was counting.”
“Plus the ones you blew,” said Larry.
“All right! Yes, it was a lot. And I’m sorry! But that’s it, Larry! That’s my fling. It’s done! It’s out of the way! And yes, it was more guys than we’d agreed. But please don’t dump me just because I got caught up in the moment like that! From now on, it’ll just be you, I promise. No other boys, no other affairs. This was just something I needed to get out of my system before I get married. Please Larry – please, you have to forgive me – I want to spend the rest of my life with you!”
Larry was silent. But he was moved, despite himself. Still … five boys… He shook his head. “It’s no good, Joan,” he said. “I can’t get that mental image out of my head. Every time I look at you I’ll…”
“What, Larry?” she said. “What will you see, every time you look at me?”
He looked at her, finally. At her tear-stained cheeks. At her puffy eyes. At the semen dripping down from her eyebrow. He shuddered. “Wipe it off your face, for heaven’s sake,” he said.
She hastily did so, then she looked up at him again imploringly. He sighed, and shook his head again. “Go and wash yourself out,” he said. “And wash your face. And rinse your mouth out. Then come back here.”
She nodded, got to her feet, and ran off, stark naked. He heard her climbing the stairs two at a time. Looking back into the living room, he saw several boys staring at him. He glared ferociously back, and they turned away from him.
When Joan returned, she came right back to Larry’s feet and knelt before him again. “Please take me back, Larry,” she said earnestly.
“How can I be sure you’ll be faithful?” he asked. “After this?”
“I can’t make you trust me,” she replied. “But I really hope that you will, because I really mean what I say.”
He sighed. “I feel the need to reclaim my territory,” he said.
She jumped up and threw her arms around him, and kissed him all over his face. “Thank you Larry,” she whispered. “I won’t let you down again.” She climbed into his lap, unzipped his jeans, took out his penis, and slowly lowered herself on to it. As he sank deep, it occurred to him to wonder why he was so erect. It certainly had not been as a result of seeing Joan get gangbanged. Her tears and pleading seemed to have done it – which was a little disturbing. But perhaps he subconsciously knew he was going to take her back, and was preparing to mark her as his own again.
“Will you get a tattoo for me?” he asked her, as she slid herself up and down on his shaft. “On your pussy? ‘Property of Larry’?”
She hugged him. “Yes, I will,” she said. “I’ll get the same thing tattooed on my forehead if you like.”
“That won’t be necessary,” he said, but he smiled at the thought.
After he had come inside her, she went in search of her clothes while he tucked himself away and zipped up. Larry watched as she searched fruitlessly for her skirt and top. Whenever she asked one of the boys about her clothes, however, she got her breasts felt up or else actually got pulled into a lap for an extended groping session. On these occasions, however, to Joan’s credit, she resisted the roaming hands and did not let them linger on her for long. Her search, however, yielded only her panties, which she put on before returning to Larry.
She climbed into his lap. “I suppose I’ll just have to stay like this,” she said. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he replied with a smile. He reached into the back of her panties and started stroking her anus. He gradually worked his finger inside, and almost immediately touched something solid. “How long since you last did a poo?” he asked.
Joan grinned. “Several days,” she said. “Want me to fill my knickers?”
“Not here,” said Larry. “You know these people. Already they think you’re a slut – do you really want them to know you as a panty-pooper?”
“That would be awful,” said Joan with a shudder. “I’d get teased mercilessly at school. I’d never live it down. They’d do horrible things to me.”
“All right then,” said Larry.
“Although,” added Joan, “if you ordered me to do it, I would.”
Larry kissed her on the lips. “That’s very sweet of you,” he said, “but I wouldn’t want your life to be miserable on my account.”
“But don’t you think it would be a good test of my love for you?” said Joan. “And my obedience?”
“I don’t need to test your love,” said Larry. “If I did, then that would be a sign that we shouldn’t be together. As for your obedience … well, I don’t need that. I want a wife, not a servant.”
“Oh Larry,” said Joan crossly. “You’re such a spoil-sport. Why can’t you take a hint?”
“Hey, I just want to make sure you don’t hate me in the future for something I make you do tonight,” said Larry.
“But I don’t want this to be my decision!” said Joan. “If I’m to embarrass myself, I want it to be because I had no choice in the matter. I want you to make me embarrass myself. I won’t hate you for it – I promise.”
“Hmm,” said Larry. “All right. In that case, to atone for your shameless behaviour with all those boys, I insist that you do a poo in your knickers right this minute!”
“But Larry! Everyone will see me! I’ll be a laughing stock! Please don’t make me do it!”
“Well okay then…”
“Larry!”
“Er … I don’t care whether you’re a laughing stock! You deserve it. Now straddle me, so that your bottom is in view of everyone in the other room, and do the biggest poo that you can.”
Joan’s lip trembled. She straddled Larry’s lap with her knees, leaning into him so that her beautiful big breasts pressed up against his face, then she closed her eyes and strained.
Larry put his hand into the front of her panties, and reached underneath her, catching her poo as it came out of her anus. When he had an eight-inch chunk in his hand, he pressed one end of it against her vaginal opening, and carefully slid it up inside her. She moaned with pleasure, and continued to push out her poo in a long, unbroken rope which coiled around and piled up in the back of her panties.
“Oh my God! Look at that!”
“What a dirty slut! She’s crapping herself!”
“Sounds like she’s enjoying it!”
“What a disgusting cow – get her out of here before she stinks the place up!”
In seconds, Larry and Joan were surrounded by teenaged boys, and a couple of girls, who were holding their noses. Some looked utterly shocked, others looked revolted, yet others looked disgusted but amused. Joan clung to Larry nervously, with her arms around his neck, but she continued filling her panties.
“Oh wait,” said one boy – a younger brother of the boy who was throwing the party. “I just have to get this on video!” He ran out of the room, and Larry heard him bounding upstairs. A moment later he returned.
“Don’t you dare!” said Larry, but the boy took no notice, and started filming Joan’s panties as they expanded at the back with more and more poo. Then he pulled back, and moved around the chair so that he could film Joan’s face. She responded by burying her face in Larry’s neck.
“My panties are falling down,” she whispered to him.
Larry reached behind her and felt her panties. They were sagging so low that half of the crack of her bottom was exposed, and the poo that was currently coming out of her anus was visible above the waistband. He carefully pulled her panties back up, but lumps of poo started falling out of the leg holes on to his lap. He picked up these pieces and stuffed them into the front of Joan’s panties, while the boy with the video camera recorded the action in close-up.
Larry said softly, “Are you done?” But Joan shook her head. Soon her panties were sagging low again, and the video camera was recording the exit of a particularly large and knobbly section of poo from her anus. Larry hoisted her panties up again, but they did not rise very far before Joan’s buttocks met the huge mass of poo inside the garment. More chunks fell out of the leg holes, and Larry squeezed them into the front of her panties, but the frontal bulge was now so large that the poo inside threatened to fall at any moment through the gaps between her legs and the elastic leg-bands of her panties. The waistband had parted company from the skin of her distended abdomen, and as Larry packed more poo inside, the elastic was pushed outwards still further.
At the back, the waistband had been pushed more than three inches away from Joan’s buttocks. The poo that was now sliding out of her rectum was piling up on top of the mound in her panties, and although Larry tried to pull her panties up, there was not nearly enough material to contain the poo. After towering over the waistband for a moment, a large lumpy piece fell into Larry’s lap just behind Joan’s bottom. The poo she was currently expelling slithered over the top of the mound, and began to pile up on top of the lumpy piece.
The teenagers surrounding Larry and Joan had stopped teasing her now – they were all just watching in open-mouthed awe. “I’ve never seen anyone take a dump that big!” said one boy.
The boy with the camera nodded. “It’s amazing,” he said.
“Well if you don’t want any to get on the carpet,” said Larry, “I suggest you go and fetch a plastic bag or something.”
“I’ll get one,” said the camera boy’s older brother.
Once the bag was fetched, Larry dumped handfuls of poo into it, until all that remained was the poo in Joan’s panties. With a final push, she finished, and with great care and slowness she climbed off Larry’s lap. The boy with the video camera took pains to record her face and large breasts for posterity, and then he went back to filming her hugely bulging and sagging panties as she waddled bow-legged towards the door. Larry followed her, holding the plastic bag open beneath her in case any poo fell out. A couple of chunks did, and he caught them.
At the door, he turned and said, “If you post that video on the internet, it’s going to be very popular. It’ll show up on dozens of websites, whether you want it to or not. And when it does, I’ll see it, and I’ll call the police and tell them exactly who took the footage. Since Joan’s sixteen, they’ll arrest you and, juvenile or not, they will throw you in prison. It doesn’t matter if you post it, or you share it with a friend and they post it … the police will come after you. So I hope, for your sake, that you enjoy the footage in private, and then erase it before it escapes on to the web.”
The boy with the camera lowered it, looking alarmed. Larry nodded curtly towards him, then he turned and left. Outside, he caught up with Joan. “Are you all right?” he asked. “That was pretty crazy in there.”
“I’m fine,” she said, but a barely audible sniffle in the darkness told Larry that she was crying.
He put his arms around her and held her close. “Sorry about your clothes,” he said. “You must be freezing. Come on – let’s get in the car and I’ll turn the heater up.”
Half an hour later, back at Larry’s flat, he was giving her a full-frontal, open-legged massage with the poo she had defecated into her panties. A couple of orgasms were highly effective in bringing the smile back to her face. Then he covered her up, climbed in next to her, and sank his erection into her anus. After coming inside her rectum, he cuddled her from behind until they both fell asleep.
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On Monday, Larry and Yvonne spent some time instant messaging each other, discussing plans for Larry and Joan’s wedding. Joan had her heart set on a church wedding, but since Larry was not a churchgoer, he was going to have to attend the Colemans’ church for the next few Sundays in order to be eligible to get married there. This meant that the earliest possible wedding date was not until mid-December, which was perilously close to Joan’s (and Yvonne’s) due date. In fact Joan was officially due to give birth two days after the wedding, although her mother had assured her that the women in her family were always late. Baby Joan herself had arrived ten days later than expected. This was not especially reassuring to Joan, who was anxious not to have a Christmas baby.
By the time five o’clock came around, Larry and Yvonne had between them made a lot of decisions that needed to be made, and were feeling a lot more cheerful about the prospect of getting everything done in time.
Thank God it’s five, typed Yvonne. I’ve been absolutely desperate all day.
Aha. You want to come over to my place to clean up? responded Larry.
Of course. And I’m sure I’ll accidentally get some of it inside me, so you’ll need to wash me out like usual.
Larry smiled. Despite Yvonne’s frequent assertions that she was going to buy herself a proper douche, she had not yet done so. He typed, Okay then! I’ll see you at the flat. He switched off his computer, and left the office. As he pulled out of the car park, he saw Yvonne waddling awkwardly towards her own car, carrying a bunch of files in her arms, and he waved at her. She waved back.
The files Yvonne was carrying contained reporting information that she was supposed to present at a meeting the next day … except that she had spent much of today discussing wedding plans with Larry. Now she would have to go through them this evening.
She had been desperate to get rid of her poo since early that morning, but had not wanted to waste it in the toilet. She had been trying to hold out until she was safely in her car … but now she could hold it no longer. At least she was out of the office.
As she stepped off the pavement on to the tarmac of the car park, she relaxed her anal sphincter, and immediately a giant turd began to push through. Pausing by the bonnet of her car, Yvonne smiled with relief as her panties bulged and sagged with the weight of the monster that was at long last erupting out of her anus. She was about to reach back to flatten it and make room for more, when she noticed Sid and Dave taking a smoke break at the edge of the car park, just fifty feet away. She instead pretended to knuckle her back, while actually pressing her fingers against the waistband of her panties. Holding it in place, she pushed hard, and her poo snaked out of her rectum in a single long, lumpy rope of varying thickness. It curled up in her panties, looping back and forth, and filling them practically from one hip to the other. Pretty soon her panties were sagging down to the hemline of the maternity dress she was wearing (her second-shortest).
She would have to put a towel on the car seat beneath her. Fortunately she kept one in the back. She reached for her purse, then gasped in horror as she realized she did not have it with her. She had been so preoccupied with getting all the files ready – and then, with her arms full, she had not noticed the absence of her purse at her side.
She was going to have to go back inside – and with full panties! The thought brought a cold sweat to her brow, and she clenched her anus closed. This was not like the times when she had been in the office with her poo wrapped in clingfilm – this time, people would smell it. For a moment she considered asking Sid or Dave to fetch her purse from her desk – but she did not like either of them, and they would surely smell her too.
Then she considered dumping her poo out on to the grass at the edge of the car park – but this was no good, because Sid or Dave would see her do it. She could not call Larry to ask him to come back, because her phone was in her purse. While she dithered, she noticed Sid and Dave looking at her. She had to make some kind of decision – she could not just stand here like a stuffed lemon.
With a knot of panic in her stomach, she turned and started walking back towards the office. Her panties started to descend, and she hastily put her hand back to grab hold of her waistband again. She wanted to check whether her panties were sagging below her hemline, but both hands were now occupied.
The door opened, and two women walked out. Yvonne quickly gauged the direction of the light breeze that was blowing, and ensured that she passed by downwind of them. Unfortunately she could not count on a breeze once she got inside. She would have to walk as quickly as she could to her desk, avoiding encounters wherever possible, grab her purse, and hurry back to the door. But how was she to grab her purse with no free hands?
She figured it all out in her head. She would put the files down, sling the purse over her shoulder, and then pick the files back up. Simple. She reached the door and pulled it open, standing aside to allow a male colleague to exit. Then she ducked inside, and started walking quickly towards the archway, still holding the back of her panties’ waistband with one hand. It was starting to sink, and she was paranoid about her panties showing beneath her dress, so she hoisted it up a little.
There was a muffled thud behind her. Her hair standing on end, she turned around, and her heart leaped into her mouth. A tennis ball-sized chunk of poo had fallen out of her panties and landed on the floor, flattening out into a thick, lumpy pancake.
She glanced around, terrified, her mind racing as she tried to decide what to do. Stooping quickly, she put down her files and tried to pick up the poo. She got most of it, although a fair amount had stuck to the bristly carpet tile. She stuck her hand up her dress and tucked the poo into the front of her panties, then she grabbed her files and stood up again, only to hear another thud as a second chunk fell out of her panties’ left leg-hole. She crouched again, dropped the files, picked up the poo, stuffed it into the front of her panties, grabbed the files again, and stood up.
Bob was coming her way, but he was fortunately not looking at her, as he was too engrossed in a conversation he was having on his mobile phone. She ducked into the nearest cubicle, which was empty, and hid. Bob, however, turned left before he reached her, and was soon out of sight.
Yvonne put her files down on the floor of the cubicle in which she was hiding. Then she stepped out into the aisle and hurried on towards her desk as fast as she dared. Twice more, chunks of poo fell out of her panties, but each time she swiftly picked them up and stuffed them into the front of her panties. On the second occasion, a woman named Mary came around the corner just as Yvonne had her hand in her panties. Mary froze, open-mouthed, and Yvonne whipped her hand out in embarrassment. As her dress fell down to cover her panties, she desperately hoped Mary had not been close enough to see that her panties were bulging with poo.
As Mary, with a final suspicious glance in Yvonne’s direction, entered her own cubicle, Yvonne entered her own and slung her purse over her shoulder. Then she hurried back down the aisle, turned left, passed through the archway, grabbed her files, and managed to make it back to the front door without encountering anyone else. The poo she had left on the floor was unfortunate, but she did not think anybody would be able to prove it was hers, even if Mary came forward with what she had seen.
She was a nervous wreck when she got back to her car. Once inside with the engine running, however, she forced herself to calm down, and she began the drive to Larry’s house.
Larry, having stopped to pick up some milk on the way home, actually arrived at the same time as Yvonne, and they ascended to his floor together. As they entered his flat, they stopped short in surprise: Joan was sitting on Larry’s couch in just a pair of panties. It was obvious that they, like Yvonne’s, were filled with poo.
“Oh!” said Larry. “Hello my love.”
“Hi,” she said. “Hi Mum. I didn’t know you’d be coming here.”
“I had a key cut for her,” explained Larry to Yvonne.
“I had an accident,” said Yvonne to Joan. “I’ll just clean up and then get home.”
“Aren’t you going to have sex with Larry?” asked Joan bluntly.
Yvonne glared at Joan, but she was blushing at the same time. “Not while you’re here, no,” she said.
“Why not?” asked Joan. “I don’t mind. Go ahead.”
Larry smiled, and quirked an eyebrow at Yvonne. “Well?” he said.
She shrugged. “If it’s all right with you, and it’s all right with Joan … I suppose so,” she said. “Let me go and clean up first.”
“You know,” said Larry, “wouldn’t it be fun to have sex just as you are? While still wearing your messy panties?”
Yvonne thought about this. “Yes,” she admitted. “That might be nice. As long as I take off everything else. I don’t want to make too much of a mess of my dress.”
“That’s fine,” said Larry.
Five minutes later, Yvonne was lying on her back on Larry’s bed, wearing just her poo-filled panties. Her legs were wrapped around Larry, who was pulling her panties to one side while thrusting his erection in and out of her vagina.
“Can I watch?” asked Joan from the door.
“What?” exclaimed Yvonne. “Joan, get out!”
“I don’t see why I should!” retorted Joan. “If my future husband is having sex with another woman, I think I should at least be allowed to watch.”
“But I’m your mother!” said Yvonne. “Larry, tell her she can’t watch.”
Larry shrugged. “I’m not going to tell Joan that. I don’t have a problem with her watching.”
“Cool,” said Joan, coming into the room. She knelt by the bed and stared at Larry’s penis as it slid in and out of Yvonne’s cunt.
“Actually,” said Larry, “this is probably going to sound a bit cheeky … but it would be amazing, I think, if I were to have sex with both of you at once.”
“Okay!” said Joan.
“And how are you going to manage that?” asked Yvonne, frowning at Larry. “Do you have a second penis you haven’t told me about?”
“Well obviously not,” said Larry. “But, you know, if the two of you lay next to each other, I could move from one to the other, or kiss one of you while fucking the other, or … well, there are lots of possibilities.”
“Kissing me is not one of them,” she reminded him.
“Fair enough,” agreed Larry, “but what do you think?”
“Please Mum?” said Joan. “It sounds fun.”
Yvonne sighed. “If it’s something you really want to do,” she said. As Larry pulled out of her, she shuffled to one side to make room for her daughter.
Joan climbed on to the bed and lay down next to her mother. She, too, was wearing only a pair of poo-filled panties. Larry pulled her panties aside, and sank his penis into her vagina. Joan cooed with pleasure. Then she pouted as Larry pulled out, moved over, and slid his erection back into Yvonne. Leaning over, he kissed Joan deeply and squeezed her breast with one hand while he thrust in and out of Yvonne. Moments later, he reversed his position, so that he was fucking Joan’s vagina while caressing and nibbling on Yvonne’s breasts.
While he continued to ease himself in and out of Joan, he pulled a handful of poo out of her panties, and started rubbing it into Yvonne’s breasts. Then he reached over, fetched a handful of poo from Yvonne’s panties, and slapped it on to Joan’s breasts. After massaging Joan’s chest for a while, he pulled a firm piece of poo from her panties, then he reached down into Yvonne’s panties, and began pushing Joan’s poo into Yvonne’s vagina.
Yvonne closed her eyes as Larry pushed the lump of poo deep inside her, then she started grinding her hips as he started stroking her g-spot. Unfortunately, long before she could climax, he stopped stroking her. Pulling a hard lump of poo from Yvonne’s panties, Larry withdrew his erection long enough to push the lump into Joan’s cunt. With his penis, he forced it deep inside her. Then he went back to fucking Yvonne while kissing Joan.
Withdrawing his penis, he pushed it against Yvonne’s anal opening. Lubricated with poo, it slid inside her rectum without much difficulty. “Mmm, that feels nice,” murmured Yvonne.
“What does?” asked Joan. “What did you do, Larry?”
“I’m just having anal sex with her, that’s all,” he said.
“Well, don’t forget about my anus,” said Joan. “I love it when you come in my arse.”
“Ugh, do you?” asked Yvonne in disgust. “I can’t stand having cum-farts afterwards.”
“I don’t mind them,” said Joan. “I let Larry squirt his stuff up my bottom all the time.”
Yvonne shuddered. “I don’t want to know!” she said.
Larry kissed Joan again, and carefully moved his penis back into Yvonne’s vagina. Thrusting hard for a minute or so, he climaxed with a groan, spurting semen up against the poo which had become packed into the far end of her cunt. As his thrusting wound down, his tongue wrestled with Joan’s.
Finally he pulled away. “Thank you both,” he said. “That was wonderful!”
Yvonne climbed off the bed. “Well I’m glad you had a good time. Now I need to shower. I’ll call you when I’m ready to be washed out.”
While she was in the bathroom, Larry snuggled with Joan, idly pushing pieces of poo into her vagina while he nibbled on her earlobe. Soon she was full, but he kept trying anyway, and she spread her legs wide in an attempt to help him. But the poo came out as fast as he could push it in, and in the end he had to settle for working smaller pieces of poo into the folds of her pussy lips.
“You know,” said Joan as she undulated her pelvis beneath his probing fingers, “this really feels wonderful. I’d let you feel me up like this anywhere, at any time. Even when we’re at the altar, if you want to grope my pussy or anus, just go right ahead.”
Larry chuckled. “I might have trouble getting past your dress,” he said.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” said Joan. “I’ll make sure it’s extremely short.”
He grinned. “I was hoping it would be,” he said. “And low-cut too, perhaps?”
“Ultra-low-cut,” said Joan. “As long as we can find one that fits the bill, of course. That’s a bit of a worry. I’d ask you to make the necessary alterations, but you’re not supposed to see the dress before the day.”
“Maybe your mother will do it,” said Larry.
“Maybe,” Joan agreed.
A few minutes later, Yvonne called for Larry, and he went through to the bathroom to flush out her vagina with his pee. Unfortunately, he was by now erect again, so he fucked her anus for a while. Even this, however, was not doing the trick.
“Do you think you could suck me for a bit?” he asked.
“Hmm,” said Yvonne. “I suppose Graham’s rules didn’t really cover blow-jobs. All right then.” She turned around, sank to her knees, and took his penis into her mouth, expertly sucking and masturbating it until he felt a new orgasm approach.
“Okay okay,” he said quickly.
She disengaged, got up, turned around, and spread her feet apart as she bent over. Larry slid himself into her vagina, and fucked her for a few seconds until he came inside her. Then, once he had softened, he rinsed her out with copious amounts of urine.
He sighed happily. He had a feeling Yvonne was going to be an excellent mother-in-law.