Megan Clearwater, female, 27

	- Chemistry teacher

	- Beige-white skin, 5'8, 165lbs, dirty-blonde shoulder-length hair

Channa Harmon, female, 15 

	- High school sophomore, daughter of Chloe

	- Pale white skin, 5'1, 110lbs, long yellow-blonde hair

Urma Mikatos, female, 14

	- High school freshman, friend of Channa

	- Pale white skin, 4'9, 90lbs, long silky black hair

Channa slowly slid from sleep to feel a soft hand touching her face. Opening her eyes to see Urma's face inches away, she leaned into the girl and kissed her lips. Urma had a leg cocked up and laid over Channa's thighs, and Channa had one of her own legs pressed between the teen's calves. Tasting her friend's lips that morning, Channa knew she was in love.

Urma stroked Channa's hair, running her little fingers through the silky blond strands, letting her hand stray across Channa's bare breasts. Puffy nipples hard, Channa brought her own hand up to slide her palms around Urma's budding nubs. The girl moaned gently and continued to caress Channa's small mounds, letting her fingers touch and slide across the blond's erect nipples.

Breaking the wet kiss, Urma suddenly giggled and rested her head against Channa's tit, reaching her hand around to hug Channa tight. “Wow... I never thought I'd touch you there... never thought you'd touch mine, either... it feels so good when you touch me...”

“I love... touching you,” the fifteen-year old nearly said more than she was comfortable admitting. “You're so soft. And warm. I just want to touch you... everywhere.”

Urma panted softly into her chest, trailing hands around Channa's body. “I know, I... Not everywhere... I'm still not sure...” Urma stopped speaking and let Channa rock her gently on the bed. “I like you Channa. A lot. I'm not supposed to like you... like this... I'm not sure I'm ready... you know... for anything else... just... just what we did so far felt good... really good... No one's ever... oh, Channa...”

Channa kissed Urma's forehead, brushing her hair away from her face and touching the girl's neck slightly. “I know... I like you, too. A lot. You're better than any boy I could imagine kissing me and touching me, and... what we did last night... when I wanted to do more... only when you want it, you know? Only when you want it...”

“Ok.” The black-haired teen's reply marked several minutes of silence and light touching, kisses on each other's necks. Urma slid down a bit and took Channa's nipple in her mouth, sucking carefully, as if she wasn't sure she should be doing it. Channa moaned and held Urma's head against her breast, a slow fire building in her nipple, and in her pussy.

Urma moved around Channa's breasts, touching and kissing her flesh, sometimes pulling back to look at Channa's bare skin as she passed her fingers across and drew goosebumps. “You're really pretty, Channa. Beautiful... Your boobs have filled in over the last year... I noticed, you know. You don't usually wear a bra around me, so I noticed. How could I not?” Urma brought a hand to her own chest, sliding her palms in circles around her nipple. “Mine are just tiny, little cherry pits. I worry that mine will never grow... I've had hair... down there... for two years but nothing is much moving up here. Just these little puffs.”

I love your puffs... and your hair... down there... Channa gazed again at Urma's naked chest, turned on by the nearly-flat, bared breasts with puffy, barely protruding mounds. “Yours will grow in... Your mom's are pretty good size, I bet you'll get big ones one day. Until then... You're really beautiful, too. I love your breasts.” Channa leaned down and took the young girl's nipple between her lips, tonguing and sucking them gently.

An hour of kissing and touching passed before the girls reluctantly got out of bed. Channa couldn't stop staring when Urma, naked and shivering, reached into her dresser and pulled out clothes. The girl's small butt cheeks had just enough baby fat to jiggle as she stepped into her panties, but were small enough for Channa to just glimpse her tiny butthole and dark, hairy slit as her legs parted. Before she could fully savor the view, Urma had her panties on and a nightshirt soon followed.

The day's plan was to eat breakfast with Urma's family and return home in the afternoon to help her mom with housework. Channa sighed to herself as she finished up the waffle on her plate, feeling exhilarated and a touch disappointed about the previous night. It was... hot... amazing... I love her... I wanted so much more last night... instead, I played with myself smelling her panties... Channa recalled the clean feminine aroma from Urma's panties and felt her clit stiffen. Not the time or place for it, Channa tried to suppress her arousal and rejoin the breakfast conversation.

- - -

Megan had left Chloe sleeping early on Sunday and went to an event for the school's science team. Megan was one of those in charge of the group, something she usually enjoyed, but after the wild time the night before with Chloe, which still had her trembling with excitement, Megan felt a bit drained and half-interested in the science discussion taking up her morning.

Meeting complete, Megan headed home and changed into her jogging clothes, thinking a run might recharge her. She chose a tight blue top with a pair of black stretch pants. More than a few eyes had darted for a second look at her in those, and Megan smiled at the thought of anonymous strangers, men and women, admiring her curves.

On the move a while later, several miles under her belt, Megan was tiring and stopped at a park a half-mile from her house. She'd gone to Wooderson's Park often on her jogs and the wide property held several dozen acres of small clearings and heavily-wooded areas. Many people used the park as a family spot on the weekends, and this Sunday, early afternoon, was no different.

Megan took a drink from the fountain and kicked back on a wooden bench to people watch and relax. She was settled on a bench about a quarter mile from the entrance, mostly surrounded by large, tall trees, but she could look from the path in front of her out to the clearing near the parking lot quiet easily. Megan watched an array of people doing an array of activities. An old man talked on his cell as he fast-walked by her quickly. A woman and two young girls walked a small dog and talked quietly. Two women jogged past and out of view before Megan could get a satisfying look at their curves. That's the best part of people watching... oh, those curves...

Feeling a bit more energy, Megan ran a quick lap around the park, returning to the bathrooms. She was sticky with sweat and could feel the cool moisture clinging to her clothes as she entered the stall to pee. Peeling down the stretch pants and her cotton panties, Megan sat and started urinating. She could hear another woman in the stall next to her peeing and then silence for a bit.

Megan had finished her piss and was lightly patting her pussy dry when she hear a woman grumble from the stall. “Oh, come on!” The words were followed by a low, throaty grunt and finally a loud splash, quickly followed by another. A whisper, “Finally...” The woman's strained defecation had Megan hard and playing with herself. She heard the tissue dispenser turn and hear the rustle of the woman wiping herself before a flush announce the end of the woman's time on the toilet. Stall door creaking and then water running carried through the room.

“Hi...” a woman's voice echoed as the restroom door opened wide.

“Hello...” a softer voice replied, and Megan listened as someone new slid into the neighboring stall. Megan saw shoes under the divider, and, considering the voice, figured the woman was probably a girl, maybe a teen. Megan was still aroused and enjoying secretly listening to the person on the toilet, so she leaned back and wondered what this girl might do.

The teen whistled and sang lightly, seemingly unaware that Megan was in the bathroom with her. A soft dribble was followed by a steady trickle as the girl urinated while she recited hip-hop lyrics. Megan silently stroked her own cunt, feeling her slick discharge under her fingers, lifting her hand briefly to taste the creamy, salty juices.

The anonymous teen's pissing had stopped, but Megan hadn't heard her reach for tissue. Instead, the girl's song turned into a hum, and Megan could hear the tone of the humming change, as if the teen were tensing and relaxing. Oh, yes... shit for me... let me hear you shit... A light grunt broke the hum, then a long sigh, followed by yet another grunt. Megan heard soft wet crackling and then a small splash. More wet popping and splashes followed as the unknown girl next door defecated.

Megan slid her fingers over her clit, teasing and rubbing them, alternating hard and soft and getting close to an orgasm. The toilet paper roll squeaked and Megan heard the tissue rustle as the teen wiped herself. “Ewww... gross!” What's gross, tell me! The girl didn't move for a moment, and Megan was unsure why. The girl's high voice echoed very lightly in the stalls. “More, more... more...” and a grunt. Louder squishing and wet crackling sounds and more splashing and more light grunts. The girl was shitting again.

Megan rubbed her clit hard, clenching her thighs and holding her hand over her mouth, trying not to cry out. She must have looked at her own shit on the tissue and didn't like it... did she smell it? I'd smell it... Listening to the anonymous teen shitting had turned her on, and imagining a young girl sniffing the brown-streaked tissue sent her over the top.

Megan exploded.

“mmmMmmmm... hmmmmhmmm...” She held back as much as possible but the orgasm was powerful, leaving her shuddering and twitching on the toilet seat. She'd kicked her feet out and had unknowingly slid one under the stall divider. Ooops, oh fuck... Megan pulled her feet in and sat up straight on the toilet, wiping quickly and trying to decide whether to get out now or wait. She knows. I know she knows. Oh fuck... I just masturbated while some underage girl took a shit...

The girl's actions decided for Megan as she heard the stall door slowly creak and water was soon running in the sink. Paper towels to wipe her hands were then crumpled and tossed into the trash.

“I hope you liked it as much as I did...” The bathroom door opened, and footsteps carried the unknown teen from the room.

Megan sat still. Very still. Waiting, for something. Her fear was making her tremble, afraid that the police would be on the way. She felt like running but couldn't make her legs move, and her arms felt heavy and weak. Fuuuck... Ok, calm down... I've done nothing really wrong... It's not like I touched the girl. I don't even know what she looks like! I just masturbated... I'm sure I'm not the first to do that here...wait... what she said, there at the end... 'as much as I did.' The girl knew she had an audience... knew I came... and... liked it? She won't call the cops!... A spark of hope warmed Megan and sent her legs into motion. A lustful fantasy involving running and trying to catch the girl to discuss what she meant died quickly, and Megan yanked on her pants and fled the bathroom.

- - -

If Megan had looked upon the girl, or the girl had looked upon her, she didn't know it. Other than the girl's shoes, which were small and white and nothing special, and the bottom of her pants, which appeared to be light blue jeans, she had nothing but voice to go on, and she doubted she'd hear anyone grunting like that out in the park. Likewise, the girl had probably seen Megan's shoes, but the white running style was common and didn't stick out.

Megan had let the fantasy of meeting the girl, if only to apologize, play out in her head, and even though she knew she'd never identify the likely teen, she took a few laps around the park. She saw several teens and twenty-something women with small white shoes who might have been her anonymous partner. Megan enjoyed jogging slowly past each, letting herself imagine each of them sitting on the toilet, poo slipping from their assholes. Megan's panties were already soaked with sweat, and now her cunt was drooling once more.

An hour later, she was feeling drained again, never seeing anyone who appeared to notice her, and certainly no police. The moments next to the unknown teen had made Megan feel dirty, in a good way. Perverted... yes, I am definitely perverted... I got off to a teen girl shitting... how crazy is that?... Hmm... maybe not as crazy as what I'm going to do next... no, not nearly as crazy...

Megan passed the restrooms and left the path to slide deeper into the treeline. Well back from the path with nothing but trees and low bushes and ivies hanging from trunks and branches, Megan thought she found a good spot to let go.

She squatted down, stretch pants flexing and holding tightly against her thighs. She pulled them down a moment, uncovering her crotch and urinated on the ground. Don't really want to jog that last half mile with piss in my pants... but I will do it with this... Finished peeing, Megan pulled her pants back and moved away from her piss, squatting down once more and relaxing her lower muscles.

Megan felt like she had a big load, but the pressure in her bowels decreased noticeably when she snapped a wet fart into her panties. She pushed a hand into her crotch and farted again, pulling her hand back and smelling the fetid gas. Ripe, oh, I'm ripe. Come on, let it go... Her nerves were jumping, suddenly weighing the consequences for getting caught. She looked around quickly, and though she could hear a laughing conversation some distance off, no one appeared to be anywhere near her.

She stood up and pushed a hand into her ass crack, sliding a finger down to her tight, dry hole. I can help there... Fingers to mouth, she pushed saliva through her lips and onto her hand, returning her digits to her backdoor, this time covered in lubrication. She poked her middle finger slowly into her tight butt, and felt the muscle relax a bit. A bit deeper she met the soft poo and carefully fingered herself, circling around the rim to loosen her sphincter.

Megan pushed out and grunted, and the poo began to move. She withdrew her slimy finger and brought it under her nose, inhaling her rank ass before squatting down and spreading her butt cheeks. Megan felt her anus begin to dilate and warm, soft poo started to push immediately against her panties. The stretch pants fit her very snuggly, and had little room to give. Megan pushed harder and felt her stool hesitate before finally being forced out and into her butt crack.

She slid her dirty finger down her front side and started rubbing her clit. A bit uncomfortable, she sank down on her knees, upright from the waist and above, finger still in her pussy and feces sliding from her straining anus. Megan relaxed and pushed again, forcing the stool to quickly run up her ass crack to the edge of her panties and down over her hairy labia. Twisting her clit and bucking, Megan's pussy hummed as it came into contact with her soft, warm poo.

Shit still slowly moving out of her ass, burning dully, Megan thrust two fingers into her cunt and stroked her G-spot. She pushed out again, felt more scat filling her crotch and sliding over her thighs, and rode her fingers to a climax.

“mmmHmmm... MMMHHmm... MHHOOHMMMmm...” She covered her mouth to prevent her cries from being heard and rode her orgasm as shit filled her panties. Ejaculate shot out of her cunt, hitting her hand and panties before running down to mix with the scat below. “MMMmmMMM... Mmmmm... Ohh... Mmmmm... mmmm...” She sank back in her crouch, ass just above her ankles, and strained against the load in her panties. Megan couldn't feel more poo coming out, or at least couldn't push any more out. The scat was packed hard against her tight backdoor, which felt open and a bit raw against the load.

Panting heavily, Megan came to her senses and realized she'd just shit herself in a public place. A half mile from home! Oh fuck... what is wrong with me today? The teacher thought fast, trying to rationalize a way out. Ok, good for me for wearing black, no one should notice any brown spots... She reached a hand over her ass and felt a small, warm bulge, squishy beneath her fingers. Can't hide that... though maybe it's not so noticeable... I can't get very far like this though, I'll be raw and sore if I walk or run home with this load.

Megan crept up close to the path and waited until the route to the bathroom was clear. Only a few yards away from the door, a teen girl walked out and stopped. Bright red curls and pale skin. T-shirt and jeans. Megan almost froze but somehow managed to keep moving. Nervously smiling at the girl and trying not to get too close, Megan approached the door and enters a stall.

While she carefully removed her stretch pants and panties, she replayed the image of the girl who just came out of the bathroom. Small shoes... Small white shoes... Maybe 15... or 16... Blue jeans... Vaguely familiar... Nah, not likely to be the same girl who heard me orgasm earlier... Couldn't be... Get this done...

Megan wrapped the panties in a big wad of tissues and wiped as much of the scat off her body as she could. There were still smears all over her thighs and in her crotch, but most of the bulk had been removed and flushed. Megan checked her stretch pants. Leaning in to sniff, she smelled ripe, raw shit where it had pressed against the fabric through the panties. Megan's pants had the strong, sweet ,and bitter odor of her bowels. At least the bulge is gone... I think I can make it without too much discomfort...

Out the door, Megan hustled home as directly as possible, avoiding anyone who might walk too close. Arriving at her house, she immediately disrobed and showered, and then had some wine and savored the thrilling, risky things she'd done that day. That was really hot... a great feeling... shitting my pants in the woods like that... I wonder if Chloe might be interested... And what about that girl? The redhead teen... She heard me cum while she was shitting, and she 'liked it'? Had she recognized me? Why do I think I know who she is... a student at school, maybe... Whew... Too much today... too much crazy fun...