Posted by PMissyP on August 28, 2008 at 11:48 [67.0.198.43]
I used to post here when the Wetset was fresh, new and friendly, but have not done so in many years. My husband does post from time to time, and we both do check in to see what's going on once in awhile. We have been married for over 35 years and both still enjoy pee and poo play and reading and writing stories about it. Most of our writings are quite personal and, frankly, not really suitable for posting, but both of us feel that this story should be shared.
Inspired by “me and my sisters friend” by poopgirl17
Judith
Judith wasn’t even *my* friend. She was my younger sister Kate’s friend. You see, our family had moved into a new area during the summer. Judith and her family had moved in just few doors away shortly after we had finished our move. Kate and Judith were just the same age and I guess they became fast friends in an instant. I had been packed off to visit relatives for a couple weeks and wasn’t home at the time, so I didn’t meet her until late that summer.
It was the summer I turned 17 years old. Kate and Judith turned 14 that summer as well, just a couple days apart and a little over a week after my birthday. Judith was an only child, so we had put on a little afternoon celebration for the two of them. It was then that I started noticing something unusual about Judith. We had the party outdoors and, as was the custom of the time, the little girls wore lovely summer frocks. A couple little girls from the area we used to live were invited as were a couple from Judith’s, so, along with Judith’s slightly younger cousin, that made a total of about 8 of us there.
We had had a nice tea with cakes and had played in the yard, swinging on the swings and chasing around in general. I noticed that every time Judith got up from being seated, she would pull at the back of her knickers, as if to dislodge them. The very thought of this pretty little girl having poop in her pretty little panties was very exciting to me, so I watched carefully and with great interest. You see, ever since I had been in diapers, wetting and pooping in my under things has been a thrill for me. How I got into it is a story for some other time, though, so let’s get back to Judith!
I watched as Judith climbed up on the slatted seat of the swing and my sister Kate began to give her a push. Judith’s dress would fly up as she swung forward, giving me a good view of her under things. Her tiny little bum was sitting well back on the slats, so the back of her dress would also swing up, allowing a good view of her lovely panties and, as an additional surprise, the clear plastic panties she was wearing over them! Sure enough, the tell-tale signs of poop were there as well. Her floral-patterned white cotton panties were badly stained. Not that there was a huge lump or anything like that, just a beautiful brown marking that reached from her crotch to nearly half-way up the back of her panties. I grew wet immediately, nearly inadvertently reaching down to my own crotch for a rub!
The party continued on for another hour or so, and I would do everything I could to catch further glimpses. It didn’t seem that Judith had any qualms about either her condition or trying to hide it, either. She was just a little girl having a pleasant party with her friends. And, amazingly, none of her friends ever let out so much as a snigger when it was obvious they had also seen Judith’s panties and plastic pants. It was apparent that this was normal for Judith and nobody really cared!
I went through the rest of the day in a condition of total randyness. Most of the time I was so wet I could feel the slipperiness between my thighs. I went into my bathroom three or four times to wank myself silly through my wet pink party knickers, remembering the images of Judith and her dirty knickers. I changed out of my party frock into a nice summer housedress, but left my party knickers on as they felt so sexy when they were wet. When I went in for dinner, I was surprised to find out that Kate (along with Judith’s friends) had been invited over to Judith’s for a sleep-over. I was full of envy for my little sister!
A couple mornings later, Mum and Dad had gone to shop and I was tidying up my room. There came a knock on my door. It was Katie and she wanted to know if I was busy. “No, Katie, I’m just tidying up a bit. Come in, please.”
I was taking my laundry out of the closet and putting it on the middle of my half-unmade bed. Seeing my pink party knickers with the marks of what I’d done in them a couple days earlier brought on a warm feeling and I once again knew I was going to get wet. Katie and I talked about general things like how we liked the new house and neighborhood and such, but I was really trying to work the discussion around to Judith. Finally, as we were wrapping my laundry up in by bottom sheet, getting ready to re-make my bed, I asked how she had liked the sleep-over the other night.
“It was nice. We had a very good time,” was all she said, and then was quiet for a moment or two. Then she said, “Judith is a really smart and really fun girl. But she’s a little unusual in some ways.”
“Oh, really?” I said, “In what way?”
“Well,” Katie started slowly, “She pees and poops herself,” she said, fidgeting around a little as she did so. Then she added “And she enjoys it!”
Sitting down on the bed and taking her hand, I looked straight into her eyes and said as calmly as I could, “That’s not really a bad thing, Katie. Lots of people enjoy wetting and pooping themselves.”
“I’m beginning to find that out,” Katie continued, “Even some of her friends do it. Like Beth and Roberta that came to the party the other day. They all wet and pooped themselves that evening while we were playing and seemed to get such a thrill out of it.”
It sounded to me as though she had more to say, so I just kept quiet and waited…
“They asked me if I had ever done it.”
“And what did you tell them, Kate?”
Kate hesitated and blushed slightly. “I told them that I hadn’t.” Again she hesitated before continuing, “Then I told them that I’d like to try it. So they said I should start by just wetting myself.”
“And did you, Kate?”
“Yes. It was difficult to start, but I did it. Right there in front of them!”
“What did you think about it, Katie?” I asked.
“I loved it! The warm wetness spread so fast and felt so good! It was all so…so…well, so sexy feeling! Have you ever done that?”
“Yes, I have, Katie. Many times. And I love it, too.”
I guess that was all it took. Katie seemed so very relieved that she almost jumped into my arms and started crying. “Oh, that makes me so happy, Sis! I was so afraid you’d think I was some kind of freak for doing it!”
Not wanting to push her away, I held her close and stroked her lovely long brown hair and said “There, there, Katie. Don’t ever worry about that.”
“Oh, thank you, Sis!” she finally said. She pulled away slightly, gave me a very quick kiss on the mouth and ran off to her room. I knew that this was to be the start of a new level to our sibling relationship, but I was going to let Katie dictate the speed at which we went.
That was on a Friday near the end of summer holiday. Soccer practice had just begun for the girls’ team and I was going to be at the field each day, at least for a couple hours. Mum and Dad took Katie into the city to visit with the Grandparents and to do some school shopping that weekend, leaving me alone at the house. It had only been during the past year that they had allowed me to stay unattended at home, and I was doing everything I could to validate their trust and faith in me. After all, I was beginning to truly love my rare times alone in the house with the ability to do anything I wanted! And this time they would be gone from noon Friday through noon Monday, giving me three whole days! I had a soccer practice scheduled for just after noon on Friday and Mum and Dad gave me a lift to the field on their way out of town. It was only a couple blocks from the house, but this gave them the chance to give me last minute instructions and make sure we got started right. Not to mention it gave me the chance to make sure they made it on their way and that they wouldn’t be at home when I finished practice!
Our soccer uniform was ideal. Our school colors were gold and brown, so we wore gold skirts and dark brown blouses, with dark brown soccer pants underneath. I wore my longish brown hair in a ponytail during practice and games and an athletic bra to keep my relatively nice breasts safe and in check. I also wore a pair of cotton panties underneath for added protection and comfort. I could actually squirt a little pee into them and feel the results without having it show on the outside if I was careful.
Practice finished up around 3.PM and I stayed behind to help tidy up a little. I wiped my face and arms with a damp towel and proceeded to gather all the towels and pile them up to be taken to the gym laundry. I helped put away the equipment and had a long cool drink of water. Then I went in to the washroom closed the cubicle door, pulled down my outer panties and proceeded to thoroughly wet my inner cotton panties! I rubbed myself a little as the stream of hot, golden pee sifted through the light cotton material and through my fingers. I wanted to just go on rubbing until I exploded, but was trying to wait until I got home for that. I also knew that after holding it in for nearly three days, I really needed a poop. But again, I was going to wait at least a little longer. So I used toilet paper to absorb the majority of the wetness off my cotton panties, pulled up my soccer pants, and straightened out my skirt. Suddenly I though, “Oh, why not?!” I bent over slightly and began to push my bowels. I felt my anus begin to relax and my poop slowly begin to come out. Touching my panties through my skirt, I started to feel the emerging poop and stood up to stop it when it was about the size of a golf ball. As it was coming out, I could feel myself begin to get wetter in the front as well, as my juices (which tend to be very substantial!) started to flow. Pleased with what I’d done, I departed the washroom and started for home.
Within a few steps, my firm little golf ball had dislodged itself from my cheeks and dropped into my damp and slightly baggy under panties. I could feel it rustling around as I walked, skipped and jogged along the way home. I’m so glad I had been to soccer practice and was still in my uniform, as I know I was becoming a bit flushed with sexual excitement. Not only could I feel that wonderful little lump jostling around, but I could also feel myself gushing little spurts of silky fluid into my panties. I was even getting quite slick between my legs and upper thighs. Nobody who might see me would think it was anything but the results from being at soccer practice, but I knew what it was. With every step, my little poop played with my cute, nicely rounded butt and inner thighs and my mind played with the thought that I’d be alone in the house not only this evening, but for two whole days afterward!
As I walked up the last block toward home, my thoughts of being alone suddenly disappeared. There was Judith, sitting on a chair on her front porch, reading a book. She looked up and I said “Hi, Judith! How are you?”
“Hi!” she returned, getting up from her chair and giving a little tug to the back of her pretty yellow summer dress. “Did you have a good practice?” she asked
“It was just fine, thanks” I replied, my mind trying to think of a way to ask her over to join in my fun. “What are you reading?”
“Oh, just the last of my summer reading requirement. I’m almost done with it, but could use a break. Can I walk home with you?”
“Sure, Judith,” I said, nearly salivating as the words came out, “but check with your mum to make sure it’s okay with her.”
Judith ran to her front door and called in “Mum, can I walk home with Judith?” Her mum came to the door and smiled and waved at me. I smiled and waved back. “Okay,” I heard her mum say, “but to be back in an hour for dinner.” Judith ran down their front walk and joined me. She took my hand and smiled up at me and as we began to walk, I swear I could distinctly hear a slight rustle from her plastic pants as we walked.
Now, understand that I do like girls. I like them much more than I like boys. Oh, I’ve been on a few dates with boys, but they are so clumsy and yucky to be with. Most of the time they just want to make out and see how far they can get. I have let them kiss me and I’ve even let them fondle my breasts a couple times, but have never let them touch me below the waist. On the other hand, I have never actually made out with a girl at all, but have dreamed of it for a long time. I think about it often, especially when masturbating, which is sometimes 3 or 4 times a day! I dream of being naked with them, hugging, kissing and touching them all over. I dream of kissing and nibbling on their breasts while gently massaging their sopping wet pussies, sticking my fingers in them and playing with their clits. I dream of them holding my head between their thighs as I lick their sweet wetness until they explode in a huge orgasm, writhing and bucking and screaming. Just the thought of doing this with Judith was making me gush a huge amount in my panties, so much that I was soaked between the legs and could feel that I had a wet spot growing now on my outer pants that were thankfully well covered by my skirt.
Trying to remain calm, I asked her about mundane things that were going on in her life. She answered always with a big smile and often gripped my hand tighter as she talked. I am just 5 feet 4 inches tall, but she was a good 6 inches shorter. She leaned her head on my arm a couple times as we walked just as a little sister might. I was really having a difficult time!
As we walked up to my front door, I asked “We have some lemonade in the refrigerator, Judith. Would you like a glass?”
“Oh, yes please! That sounds lovely,” she replied, “Thank you ever so.”
I unlocked the door and we stepped in, heading straight for the kitchen. It was then that I noticed a change start coming over Judith. She began taking more charge of the conversation, being a little more assertive and confident in her tone of voice. I opened the refrigerator, took out the pitcher of lemonade, put some ice cubes in a couple tall glasses and poured. As I was doing this, I noticed that Judith was looking at me very steadily and studiously, paying particular attention to my skirt and butt. I didn’t want to ask her to sit at the table, as I knew if I sat down with her I’d make a bit of a mess with my wonderful little poop and I’d certainly get the back of my skirt wet and she’d be sure to see that when we got up.
I guess I really shouldn’t have been concerned about that, though. We were standing right next to each other our backs leaning against the counter when she said “Do you like to poop your panties, too?” My mouth must have dropped open when she asked that, but she give me no time to answer. “I do," she continued, "and I can tell you have pooped yourself. Oh, it’s okay. There’s just a very little odor, but to someone who knows about these things, it is apparent.”
Without hesitation, and before I could react, she reached under the back of my skirt and put her hand on the bottom of my pants. Finding my little lump of poo inside the wet fabric, she said “Mmm, yes! And you are really really wet, too! So am I! See?” With her other hand, she lifted the front of her dress, exposing her plastic pants. “I haven’t pooped today, but I think I’m a little wet”, she said with a little sarcasm in her voice. Her plastic pants were quite large in relation to her size, with a crotch area that must have hung 4 or 5 inches down between her legs. There must have been nearly a cup of golden pee pooled in that crotch area. Her yellow nylon panties were wet almost all the way to the waist band.
She removed her hand from my pants and stepped in front of me so I could get a good view. I was spellbound as she gazed into my eyes with her beautiful hypnotic stare. Her eyes were a dark, dark blue and I seemed to get lost in them. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move, I seemingly had lost all control of myself. My knees went weak and I kneeled down in front of her.
“What do you want of me, Judith?” I heard myself say.
Judith released the front of her dress, took my head between her hands, leaned down a little and said “Kiss me.”
I raised my head a little and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Not like that,” Judith said, “kiss me like you’d like to!”
I did. I kissed her firmly and with mouth open, pressing my eager tongue smoothly into her waiting mouth. She kissed me back, running her hands over my hair. Finally, she broke the kiss by pulling my head away with my ponytail. “Kiss me more. Touch me, fondle me,” she said, more of a command than a request. I kissed her again, my hands obediently moving to her back, then along her sides. She moved seductively under my touch, moaning gently as my fingers felt her youthful curves under the yellow dress. She turned ever so slightly and, taking my right hand, placed it on her stomach and started moving my hand up and down her torso from the area of her mound to her breasts. Then she placed my hand on her left breast and even through her bra I could feel the stiffness of her nipple. I squeezed gently and was rewarded with another soft moan and the feel of her tight young body beginning to writhe under my touch. I was gushing so much that there was now a puddle on the floor between my knees. My pussy was throbbing and crying for attention, but I didn’t dare stop what I was doing to her for fear of rejection.
She pulled away just a little, then reached under her dress and slowly and carefully started pulling down her plastic pants. Careful not to spill any of their contents, she stepped out of them and gently laid them in the sink next to her. Then, as I watched enthralled, she slowly undid the side zipper of her dress and stepped out of that, leaving herself standing in front of me in just her bra and wet panties. She laid down on the floor in front of me. “Kiss my stomach,” she commanded.
I did as she asked, starting just below her cute little navel. I kissed, nibbled and licked, my hands moving over her wet panties and down along her thighs. “Touch me,” she said, and my hand automatically moved up her inner thigh to the slippery-wet gusset of her panties. I cupped her sex and gently began to massage there through her panties, all the time continuing to kiss and lick and nibble her stomach. Her hips were beginning to rock and sway rhythmically with my massage. Her head was beginning to tilt back, her eyes were shut and she was moaning louder and louder with each breath. I could tell she was on the edge of an orgasm. Her clit was a hard bump on the front of her panties and I gently manipulated around that with my thumb and the heel of my hand as I continued my ministrations to her soaked pussy.
She pushed my head down to just below the elastic in the waist of her panties, just above her mound and said “Bite. Hard!” I did, applying additional pressure to her pussy and clit at the same time. “More, more!” she screamed, her back arching and her hips bucking. Juice began to squirt out of her as she writhed and screamed “Oh, yes! Yes! Yeeeeessssss!” and orgasm swept through her young, delicious body. She must have continued for at least a minute, though to me it seemed more like an hour! Every muscle in her body was tensed and girl-cum flowed like a river from between her legs. Over and over she climaxed. Finally it began to subside and she lay there holding my head to her stomach and panting. I softly stroked her thighs, hips and torso as she came down from her high, blissful in the knowledge that I had just made love to my first girl and had been able to give her such joy. I was experiencing such contradictory feelings, though, still being horny as all get out, yet sated by having given this wonderful girl everything she needed. It was a feeling that has been a great part of my life since then and which I cherish.
After a few minutes of recovery, she sat up and helped me to sit up with her. She kissed me firmly and said “Thank you. You were just wonderful to do that for me.”
“You’re more than welcome,” I replied, “Any time at all.”
“I will be counting on that” Judith said. “I’d give anything to be able to return the favor right now, but I must get home for dinner. Katie told me that she and your parents will be gone for the weekend, and I have been looking forward to this so much! I want you to call my mum, tell her that your parents are out of town for the weekend, and ask her if it’s okay if I sleep over. She’ll agree, because she trusts you. Then, here’s what I want you to do: I want you to go clean up. Take a nice warm shower and dress in something that feels really sexy to wear. I want you to rinse out my plastic pants and put them on over your own panties. I’m sure they are big enough, as I got them a little large especially for you. You are not allowed to pee in the toilet and are not allowed to poop any more at all, at least not until I come back. You will then have some dinner. I’ll be back in about an hour and a half. Understand?”
“Yes, Judith,” I replied obediently.
“Oh, and two more things,” she said, slipping her soaked panties off and handing them to me. “First, keep these for me. I know you’ll find a use for them at some time in the future.” She was now wiping herself dry with a dish towel and starting to put her dress back on. “Second,” she continued, “you may not masturbate. I will be the one to get you off next!”
Holding her warm, freshly cum-soaked panties to my face and breathing in the intoxicating aroma of her sex, I agreed to her requests and watched as she went through the front door on her way home.
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