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Lisa - Part 1 Mark kept a look out for anyone watching as Lisa snuck into the men's fitting room and into one of the stalls. He cast one last glance around the men's department, but no one was watching. Pity, he thought, imagining of how exciting it would be if someone burst in on them during the act to stop them. Lisa's white blouse was already off, exposing her amble breasts to him as soon as he opened the door - she hadn't been wearing a bra at all. Despite their hefty size, C or D cup depending on the make of the bra, they sat high and poised on her chest. Lisa had always been the athletic type, and her body was firm with muscles. She was no body-builder, no bulging shoulders or arms, but she was sleek and smooth, with graceful curves in all the right places. Her hair was brownish red and reached to her shoulders, though in truth she was more of a brunette. One of Mark's passions was redheads, so she kept it colored for him. His hands were on her breasts instantly, pinching and tugging at her hard nipples. She bit her lips to keep from moaning. He gave her nipples a sharp twist, causing her to take a hasty breath, but she loved the flicker of pain that swarmed through her. He reach around her, pulling up her plaid school-girl skirt with one hand and slapping her hard on the ass with the other, not at all caring about the echoing sound that exploded through the otherwise quiet dressing room. "Turn around," he ordered, and she did so, bending over at the waist to present him with her ass. She was facing the full-length mirror now, and could watch Mark behind her, inspecting her. She was wearing a thong today, just like she had been told, and though it was thin enough to slip completely between her ass cheeks, it was not doing so now. It was being pushed out, ever so slightly, and inside of it was a small rubber square. It was the base of the butt-plug Mark had inserted into her before he had left on his busy trip two days prior. "This won't do at all," Mark said, yanking the thong down to Lisa's feet. She immediately stepped out of them and spread her legs wide. Mark's finger went to the butt-plug, giving it a little push, then letting it slip back to its original place. He wiggled his finger on it, jiggling it around. Lisa sucked in another long breath, enjoying his treatment. "You didn't take it out?" he asked. "Not once!" "You masturbated twice a day?" "Before bed and when I woke up. And in the shower every morning, and during my lunch break in the cafeteria today." "You played with the plug?" "Yes. It has a suction cup on the end. It stuck right to the side of the shower! And to the chair in the cafeteria." Mark smiled, able to picture Lisa squatting in the shower, butt-plug suctioned to the wall, fucking it in and out of her ass while holding the detachable shower head right against her cunt. Even better: the thought of her bouncing up and down as inconspicuously as possible in the middle of the work cafeteria during lunch. "Good. You've done well. I'm very happy." As he spoke, Mark's hands stroked up and down her back and across her bare ass. He unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock from his pants. He began to push his cock against her cunt, pressing it hard into her clit and rubbing it around, moistening the head. Lisa could not contain her smiled, she was so happy to have pleased him. She knew that when he was pleased, Mark would satisfy her. When he wasn't, he would punish her, which was satisfying, too, in a way. But he was harsh enough with her in general that she did not need to incur his anger to get the beatings she sometimes desired. Mark's fingers latched on to the butt-plug and pulled hard, releasing it from her ass. Lisa jerked a little and winced. She had not been expecting that. The plug had been in her ass for a couple days, and, although she had gotten quite used to the feel of it in her, the flared head on the plug that was in her butt was larger then the bit that her ass-hole had been hugging to tightly. Pulling it out of her in such a way had been a little painful. Before her asshole could even begin to close, Mark pushed his dick into her. Lisa shuddered with pleasure, and a little pain. Mark could be gentler, but that would ruin some of the passion and savagery of their fuck. And he was savage, fucking her hard from the second his dick was buried in her bum, never once going slow or easing in. He thrust for all he was worth. His cock was bigger then the neck of the butt-plug, so Lisa's ass was not quite accustomed to the girth that was plunging into and out of her ass. She clenched her sphincter as much as she could, knowing Mark would enjoy the tightness and that it would hurt her all the more and bring her that much more pleasure. Her face was pressed up against the mirror, her eyes closed as she twisted and pulled her nipples, showing even less mercy to them then Mark had. Her orgasm was approaching quickly - she had been so turned on and now, to be fucking in the men's fitting room of a department store! She bit her lower lip hard to keep from screaming, even though anyone even remotely close to the fitting area could probably identify the sound of them fucking anyway. Mark tugged hard at her hair, drawing her face back from the wall. At first, she thought he was doing it for fun and a little leverage, but when she felt something graze her lips, she realized he had other intentions. Without thinking, her mind numbed from the pleasure of his cock in her ass, she opened her mouth. It was warm and fleshy feeling, but completely smooth. It had a bitter taste and a pungent aroma . . . Lisa's eyes shot open as she came to her sense. Mark was still holding her head up by her hair, her face right in front of the mirror so she was looking herself in the face. The butt-plug was shoved between her lips, all the way to the base. She watched as a look of shock slowly changed to disgust and horror on her own face, but Mark whispered to her, his voice low and deep and demanding. "Don't you dare spit that out. I want it licked and sucked clean by the time I'm done fucking you." He grunted with pleasure then grinned at her. "And you don't have long." Lisa took a deep breath and nodded, her tongue already starting to lick around the rubber surface. It wasn't so bad, once she started working on it. There did not seem to be any large quantities of shit on the toy. Occasionally, her tongue hit a small patch of potent flavor, but even that wasn't too bad. Strong and bitter, but nothing she couldn't handle. However, the plug was too big for her to work properly, at least in her current position. She could have turned it with her hands or even held it and sucked on it, but she had a better idea. Leaning her head forward, straining against Mark, who still held a fist-full of hair and gave her little slack, she pressed the base of the plug against the mirror. The suction end held tightly enough, and as Mark continued his fuck, Lisa let the movement of her body drive her mouth up and down the shaft of the plug, letting it fuck her mouth. She heard Mark moan again, and felt his cock expand and jerk in her ass, spewing his cum deep into her bowels. To her surprise, he didn't stop fucking her right away. He pushed against her back, folding her down even more until her hands were flat on the floor and continued to pump his dick in and out until he had gone completely soft. After pulling out, he sat down on the bench in the dressing room and waved her over to him. She got down on her knees and waddled over. Grabbing the back of her head, he forced her mouth down onto his flaccid cock. "Suck this clean, too," he told her. Her pulled the butt-plug off the mirror and inspected it as she set about sucking his cock. "Good job," he said, patting her head. "You may yet get to cum before we get home." She smiled as she sucked him. His cock was much like the plug - a few placed of strong bitter taste, but nothing too bad. "I have a treat for you," Mark said, his hand pressing down on Lisa's head, forcing her mouth all the way to the base of his cock. There was a soft grunt and suddenly her mouth was filling with warmth and a salty taste. She locked her lips around his cocking, making sure not a single drop escaped her mouth and she began to swallow as fast as she could. His piss was much stronger then normal, she could only imagine how dark a yellow color it must be, and he was pissing with much more force then usual. She was having trouble swallowing it all, it was spewing into her mouth so fast, but she kept up, knowing that if Mark got any on his pants, he would be angry. She swallowed mouthful after mouthful, amazed by the quantity. Jeez, it was as if he hadn't taken a piss since he had left on his trip! The taste was ebbing soon, and after swallowing what seemed like an entire bucket full of his urine, the flow slowly tricked down to nothing. Lisa kept her mouth locked around his limp dick, sucking and licking a few more times to make sure the stream was finished completely and that not rogue drops had eluded her. She looked up at him and smiled. "All finished," she said cheerily, grinning like a child. "Good girl!' He patted her on the head again. "I'm glad you haven't lost your touch while I was gone." "Nope!" she answered proudly. "But, damn, that was a lot of piss." "Did you like it?" She nodded enthusiastically. "Good. I drank a shit load of soda and water all day just to give you that. I hope you appreciate it." "I do!" she replied in earnest. "I loved it. Thank you so much for your treat." "Good! Get dressed; let's do have dinner." Lisa frowned. She had been horny as hell since she had picked him up at the train station earlier that day. She had been instructed to wear her sexy school-girl outfit, pig-tail braids and all. She even wore the knee-high socks and knotted the blouse in the front to show off her mid-drift. And, with the shirt that tight, the fabric had been rubbing against her tits all day, causing her nipples to harden and poke out the front, making them very visible. All the eyes watching her tits bounce as she walked around, all the men staring at her thronged ass (and consequently, the rubber base of the butt-plug she had shove up there - that made it especially naughty and thrilling) whenever she bent over to pull up her sock or tie her shoe, and the whistles and honks and hoots and hollers - that had her so turned on. Then to see Mark again and have him sweep her up in his big strong arms, twirl her around so her skirt flew up and flashed everyone in the train station her bare ass cheeks as he kissed her so hard he nearly hurt her mouth. He took her shopping, calling her sweet and loving things and just being oh-so romantic. He even took her to the lingerie store, and she modeled skimpy out-fits for him (and just about everyone else in the store and a few people walking by at the time). She was leaving wet patches in everything she tried on! Then, in the department store, he suggested they catch a quick romp in the dressing room - how her pussy had gushed at those words. And now, after an excellent ass-fucking and a wonderful and filling piss-guzzling, she wasn't allowed to get off. Seeing her pout, Mark smiled, nearly laughed as he stood above her naked kneeling form and zipped up his pants. "Don't worry, hon. You'll have your fun, I promise." She signed and stood up, adjusting her skirt and throwing her blouse on her shoulders and buttoning it up. She scooped up her thong, but before she could put it on, Mark stopped her and handed her another pair of underwear. "Wear these instead." Lisa looked at the proffered garments with confusion. Taking them and holding them up, they looked like small men's boxer briefs. Real small, maybe out of the boy's section. "Where did you get these?" Mark just shrugged and told her to put them on. "They don't seem very sexy to me," Lisa commented as she pulled them up. "They do to me. Damn those are tight." He was right - tight they were. They felt like they were a few sizes too small, and yet the legs on them seemed to come down as much as they were supposed to, and they didn't hurt to have on. They molded to the curves of her ass very nicely too, even though the waist band and the leg bands were tighter then the rest, almost spandex-like in feel. "Whatever you want, hun," Lisa told him. "You're right. Now roll that skirt a little higher." She did as he asked, rolling it twice more before he stopped her. "Good. I can just make out your underwear under the hem." He kissed her on the forehead and left the dressing room. Lisa was expecting him to tell her if it was okay to come out or not, but Mark seemed to have walked off. She waited a little bit, seeing if he was checking to see if the coast was clear. She didn't hear anything, so she slowly crept out of the dressing room. Only to see a mother and her son walking into the dressing area, some clothes in their hands. The mother stopped, staring blatantly, and with great disgust, at Lisa's nipples, which could be seen poking through the fabric of her blouse. The boy was staring blatantly at her underwear, but there was no disgust in his eyes. "Excuse me," Lisa said, rushing by the woman. "I think I'm in the wrong dressing room." She found Mark waiting just outside, a grin on his face. If the mother has said anything to her, Lisa had missed it. "That was a rotten thing to do." Mark nodded. "Yeah, but it was fun." "For you." "That's what matters." Lisa sighed and nodded, knowing she full well agreed with him. "Where to for dinner, love?" "There's the Italian restaurant right here in the mall." "Belloucci? That's a nice place." It didn't take long to get to the restaurant; it was just outside the department store, but by the time the hostess took their name and told them it would be a fifteen to twenty minute wait, Lisa was feeling a sharp pain in her stomach and strange burbaling feeling through her intestines. "You okay there, sweets?" "No. I think I - " she stopped suddenly as a warm wetness oozed out from her ass hole and down through her cheeks. She clenched her ass muscles together and walked over to Mark and leaned her back against him. Her ass thus shielded, she reached around and rubbed her finger up her ass crack through her underwear. "Ah shit," she whispered to Mark. "I'm leaking!" "Leaking?" His voice was soft in her ear and his goatee ticked her neck when he whispered to her. "Yeah. Your cum, I think. My ass hasn't close all the way yet." She winced again as something in her bowels was moving. "I really have to crap." She could tell it was already starting to come out. Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her back to his chest and squeezing her breast with one hand; it was covered by his arm, for the most part, but it looked like the bartender could tell. "Hold it." "I can't," she whispered back, harshly. After holding it for three days with a butt-plug, then having his fuck her up the ass and shoot his cum all up in her, Lisa was surprise she hadn't pooped on the dressing room floor as soon as Mark pulled out. "Then go," he told her, giving her ass a bit of a hump. His dick was hard again and poking right between her ass crack, at least as well as it could through all their clothes. "You'll have to let go of me, first," she told him, getting a bit desperate. She needed to go real bad now, there was no stopping that, and she had little time before her poo slipped from her bum. "I didn't mean to the restrooms," Mark whispered back. Lisa was confused for a moment, and then her eyes went wide with shock. "You - you want me to shit myself?" "You sound like you don't have much choice," he replied, still grinding his hard-on into her ass crack. He was right, she had no choice. Her ass hole was already opening and the first log was emerging. She tried to hold it in, but for all her straining, it was hopeless. She was too full and too well stretched to put up a descent battle, and in the end, she relinquished to the thick, hard turd slithering out of her ass. Mark's hand continued to caress her breast and pinch at her nipple, rekindling the fire in her loins, not that it had gone out much. But being groped while waiting for a table in a restaurant, while other people stood around waiting, that was heavenly. Then she thought about it. She was taking a shit right in front of everyone, too. One of the dirtiest, most private things a person could do, and she was doing in front of all these people, in front of everyone walking by in the mall, too! That really got her hot! Her pussy began to flood; she thought that maybe in the heat of the moment, she had pissed herself, too, she was so wet! Lisa was surprised a damp patch wasn't growing on the front of her skirt. Her legs went a little weak, and she would have fallen had Mark not been there to support her. His hard-on pressed even further into her ass, smushing into her poo and squishing up and down her ass crack. She moaned a bit, but only a little - a few of the other people waiting glanced over at her, but said nothing. Leaning all her weight into Mark's back, Lisa did nothing but concentrate on the feelings washing through her. Her shit was moving slowing, ever so slowly, out of her asshole, spreading her sphincter wide. It was long and nearly as thick as Mark's cock, but it was much slower, rougher, and more purposeful. She didn't push at all, not at first, wanting to savor the great pleasure of the inevitable flow of poop. She felt like she was being fuck from the inside out. No, not fucked. Fucking was fast, coarse, violent at times. This was much gentler and more caring, like making love. Yes, that was what this was, making love! It was like her poo knew her, knew how to please her and was doing it's best to make her happy and fulfill her desire. God, it was doing a great job! Her head lulled back on to Mark's shoulder, the strength in her neck gone and her eyes completely unfocused. All that mattered at this moment was her poo. A warm feeling was growing in her belly, the tickling fire of love and happiness burned within her, combining with the raw sexual pleasure of her stretched ass, and the remarkable feeling of relief of her bowels finally being emptied. She had never experienced such an awesome, overwhelming pleasure in her life, and Lisa choked back a sob as a tear rolled down her cheek. God, it was wondereful! Her shit continued to slither out of her, her asshole dilating and shrinking as need for the long log to continue its steady hike into her underwear. Mark continue his grinding, forcing some of the shit up her ass crack and out the top to the wasit band, were it slowly seeped across the top of her buttocks; the waistband, however, showed no sign of letting the poo out of the shorts. Most of her waste, however, was force down her ass crack and into her crotch. All of a sudden, the growing warm around her ass, the amazing seeping pleasure that was embracing her buttocks, stopped. Lisa was startled a bit out of her revelry, enough to think rationally about how to get the flow started again. She tried to squeeze the turd off, but her weakened ass muscled could not break into the thick, hard monstrosity that was firmly encase in her ass. Clenching did, however, bring a hot wave of pleasure sweeping through her, and another soft moan escaped her lips when she did it the first time. The next two times, while still felt wonderful, did not elicit any sound from her at all other then a drawn breath. She pushed, instead, for the first time, and her bowel started to move. Her ass began to stretch wider and wider, and she pushed harder, gritting her teeth with the strain. Finally, the wide, hard lump in her shit managed to pry open her asshole further than ever and popped right out into her pants, along with a quick flow of other shit that she had been pushing. Lisa stopped straining, her shit returning to its previous flow, and let the overwhelming pleasure sweep over her again. After that massive stretch, her ass felt hot and even more sensitive to the ecstasy of the poo as it flowed from her. Mark's grinding was smearing her shit all across her ass cheeks and down through her crotch. Large chunks of poo were spreading into the legs of the strange boxer briefs, but the leg bands held and nothing spilled out. Slowly but surely, her poop was creeping between her legs, snaking its way across her pussy lips and up to her clitoris like the tongue of some patient and caring lover. Her cunt was hot and wet, but her poo was hotter still, and if possible, it turned her on all the more. When the bulbous head of her shit finally touched her clit, her body shook. It was like the first time she had ever been licked there, only better, more powerful, more real, like ever touch to her clit before now had just been a casual brush and this was full, perfect attention. Her underwear continued to fill, apply more pressure on her clit little by little. Her pleasure mounted, and she could feel her orgasm growing intensely. To be loved so much, to be given such pleasure, her whole body tingled from the feel of it. She gave a little push with her ass, and left a responding push of pressure against her pussy as the mushy warmth embraced her cunt completely. A large hot mouth had descended upon her cunt and it sucked and kissed and licked every part of her, oozing warmth and pleasure around her legs and thighs. She was so close and the build up was so intense, she just wanted to shove her hand down onto her cunt and fuck her fingers, but she knew she couldn't. It was the shit giving her this wonderful feeling and it would be her shit that got her off, that was the way of it. And her poo continued its slow, purposeful flow out of her ass, pushing more and harder into her cunt and against her clit, increasing the sensation of tongues and fullness. She gave a few more quick pushes, enjoying the feel of increasing the speed on the shit through her ass, and then with one massive, push, Lisa ejected the rest of the poo from her bowels and brought herself to the most intense, full-bodied orgasm ever. From the tip of her toes to the end of her hair, she felt electricity coursing through her body, exploding in all directions from her ass, cunt, and tits. Her body rocked and jerked in Mark's arms, but he kept her up-right. She would have screamed at the top of her lungs had she had the power to use her voice. Her world was black and hot, but she knew that she had not passed out, she felt too good for that, but she felt like she was close. She howled in silence, her mouth twisting and churning like a mad woman, and she convulsed for over a minute in Mark's arms, not even able to draw a single breath. And even when she could begin to breath, and did so in hard panting breathes; her orgasm was only partially over. Every time she moved her legs or hips, the poo filling her underwear shift across her cunt, causing new explosions of pleasure to wash through her. She had no idea how long she was coming or how many orgasms wracked through her body. When the heat and darkness began to fade, Lisa could hear voices around her. "Is she alright?" "What happened?" "What should we do?" "Does she need a doctor?" "No, she's alright." That was Mark. "She said she was feeling flushed and faint. Poor thing just didn't eat enough today, I guess." Her eyes fluttered open only to see everyone standing around her, staring. She would have blushed, but her cheeks were already red, flushed with blood. Her whole body felt hot and she was soaked in sweat. The hostess was standing in front of her, holding a glass of water. Lisa smiled weakly and took it, glad for the liquid - her throat was so dry! She thanked the girl and leaned forward to take her weight off of Mark and place it on her own feet where it belonged. "I'm okay," she said, but her voice was low and rough. She cleared her throat and repeated herself. "Get her a seat immediately!" The man who said this must have been the manager or owner judging by the way everyone jumped to obey. Mark and Lisa were seated at a table in the back corner in a section all to themselves. No one was even close to them. Water was given to them and even a glass of wine and a basket of bread sticks set in front of Lisa. The manager hovered around, making sure everything was okay, and
even took their orders from them when they were ready. Lisa looked
much better, the flush having left her cheeks, and she had stopped
sweating. "So," Mark said, a rueful smile on his lips and a mischievous look in his eye. "You seemed to like that." "Oh my god, Mark, you have no idea!" "I think I do. Remember I was the one holding you when you went completely limp." "It felt sooo good, I can't even being to describe it." Right then, she felt something caressing her pussy, something smearing the shit around and pressing it up, into her cunt. "Is that your foot?" Mark shrugged, faking an innocent look, as his foot pressed even harder against her underwear. "Oh, that feels good, too." She was already turned on again. Mark was moving his foot back, as far as it would go, to her ass, then poking up with his toes and drawing it forward, scooping it forward like leaves with a rake. When he had it right at her cunt lips, her was pull his foot away then push in on it with the flat of his foot, pressing the shit bulge he had created against her pussy. Lisa closed her eyes and shuddered with pleasure as he continued to do this. "Are you trying the fill me up?" she asked between gasps. Mark grinned at her and nodded. "Oh yes, do it," she whispered to him, "Fill my cunt with shit." Mark moved with patience, making each motion smooth and steady, slow and teasing. He started to work her with both feet, using his other foot to keep the poo flowing into her cunt instead of just spreading out away from it when he tried to push it into her. "Can you go any more?" "Oh yes! I have plenty more!" "Then go some more." Lisa lifted her ass off the seat a bit and did as she was told, pushing another long turd out of her ass and into her underwear. Even as it flowed out of her, Mark harvested it and pressed it into her cunt. God it felt so good, spreading her asshole like that as it crawled out of her only to go around to the other side and be pushed right back into her body. Sure it was Mark forcing it into her, but damn, it felt delicious. She felt so full, in front and back, like that time when Mark had fucked her ass while his friend, Julie had used a huge strap-on and fucked her pussy. So fulfilling. Lisa, her eyes closed, fantasized a bit as she shit into her underwear and Mark continued to pack as much of it as he could up into her cunt. She imagined herself alone in a large soft bed, lying on her stomach. She was playing with her pussy with one hand and fingering her ass with the other, when suddenly, she could feel the tip of her shit push out. She withdraws her hands to let her shit take over. It emerges, spreading her ass wider and wider as it comes, its girth increasing with every moment. As it worms its way from her ass, the tip seeks her pussy like a snake going for the entrance of its home. The turd then plunges into her and continues to push deeply, snaking into her, spreading her cunt all the more. And so it goes, her poo ever increasing in girth, making love to her as it leaves her and continuing to do so as it returns to her womb. One long continuous love making - she loves her poo and it is showing her how much it lovers her too. Her orgasm build and builds until finally - "Is she okay?" The managers voice started her from her fantasy and from the wonderful orgasm she was about to have. "Oh yes, I'm fine. Just tired, now. Thanks." Her plate was put in front of her, and Mark's in front of him, and after a lot of chatter, the manager left them alone again. "I was so close!" "I know you were, hun. You'll have to wait until we get home, now." Lisa pouted at him. "Sorry. No more shitting yourself and no more orgasms. Got that?" Lisa sighed and nodded; she would do as he said. After a few moments, she spoke again. "I really have to piss now." "Then go! That underwear should be water-proof. Nothing has leaked out yet, has it?" Lisa hadn't even considered that. "You knew? You had this planned?" "That I was going to make you shit yourself? Yeah! I had no idea you would like it so much." He grin, obviously pleased that she was enjoying herself. Lisa shrugged. Nothing she could do about it now except . . . ah, yes! That was a relief! The warmth of her piss flowed over her crotch and legs. She wiggled about in it giggling as she did so. "This is one of the loveliest evenings I've ever had. I love you so much!" "And I love you." "Thank you, thank you so much for this wonderful gift." "I got a whole bag of those underwear. I think we'll be putting them to good use." Lisa smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely!"
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