Posted by PMissyP on August 30, 2008 at 14:31 [67.0.198.240]
This is a truly difficult story to write. My husband and I have been working on it for a couple days, now, but have gotten side-tracked (If you get my drift!) many many times in the process.
Sincere thanks to all of you that have made such kind comments. You have been very nice to do so and we hope that the contents of this second part can half-way live up to your expectation.
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Judith - Part 2
I slowly stuck out my tongue and tasted her juices from her panties. Standing up still holding them to my face, I squeezed my legs together, feeling my little ball of now very slick poop in them. What had just happened raced over and over in my mind. How had this happened? How did Judith take control of me? And how did it happen so fast? I couldn’t answer any of those questions. But to tell you the truth, I really didn’t care.
I picked up the phone and rang Judith’s number. Her mother answered and I asked if it would be alright if Judith spent the night. I told her that my parents were out of town for the weekend and that I’d really love the company. She said that would be just fine and that Judith would be over after dinner.
I was shocked as the phone rang just as I hung up. I answered it while still holding Judith’s panties in one hand. It was Mum, calling to let me know they got there alright and checking to see that all was well here. I told her that the soccer practice had gone well and that all was okay. Then I asked if it was okay if Judith spent the night and she said that was just fine if it was alright with Judith’s mother. I told her it was fine with Judith’s mother and, after some idle chat about their trip she rang off.
Talking with Mum had reduced my horniness a little, and I went about starting to clean up. I emptied the pee out of Judith’s plastic pants, rinsed them under the faucet and dried them with the dishtowel. I wiped the floor where Judith and I had both left puddles, then rinsed the towel quite well, placing it in the hamper to be washed over the weekend. I went up to my bedroom and took off my soccer uniform, noting that I had indeed made a huge wet spot on my pants that had somehow soaked into the front and back of my skirt. I would need to wash that before practice tomorrow!
I went to the bathroom, removed my panties and tenderly allowed my little lump to fall into the toilet. After wiping myself off a little, I flushed it away, anticipating more – much more – to come later in the evening!
I took a nice, warm shower and washed myself thoroughly, paying particular attention to my pussy and my butt. I wanted to be as clean as possible when Judith got back! And yes, paying such close attention to my private areas did nothing to reduce my frustration, but for some reason, I was enjoying it in anticipation of events to come.
After my shower, I let down my ponytail and brushed my hair. Then I went about selecting something to wear; as Judith said, “something that feels sexy”. First came my matching pale blue lacy bra and full cut nylon panties that have lace appliqués on the hips. They both felt so good I couldn’t keep myself from giving both my breasts and my pussy a little rub. Immediately a little gush came out between my legs and I could hear and feel the squishiness. The thought went through my mind that I must be the only girl in the world that gushes so much and I hoped Judith didn't mind. And now my fresh panties were already starting to get wet, and I loved it!
What to put on next? That was a big question!
I decided on wearing tan nylons with suspenders (tights were not yet in vogue), which always felt very sexy to wear. I slipped into a cream coloured camisole and half-slip, then a lovely off-white satin blouse and tan pleated skirt. Touching my body through the layers of soft smoothness sent tingles to my stomach and pussy and added more juice to my panties. That, in turn, reminded me that Judith had told me to wear her plastic pants, so I went down to the kitchen and slipped them on. For some reason, my mind was in a spin as I slowly pulled them up and gently rubbed myself a little through them. I hadn’t worn plastic pants since I was a toddler, and the very thought of doing so was so naughty, so sexy, and so...well, so practical! Why had I not thought of it before? With plastic pants on over my panties I would have no worries about wet spots on the back of my skirts and dresses. I could get turned on any time and they would hold the evidence as our little secret. I could even wank myself off in the restroom at school and my so very generous emissions would never give me away. My love for having wet and juicy panties had now reached the next level of enjoyment all because of this beautiful little girl that lived down the street.
I picked up Judith’s wet panties from the counter and held them again to my face. I wanted to rub their wetness all over myself so I would smell like her and have her wetness all over me. I decided against it, though as I wanted to save that for her to do personally!
Hurriedly, I got a bowl of left-over spaghetti out of the refrigerator and put it into a pot on the stove to reheat. Then I got out a salad that I’d made that morning and started eating it while the spaghetti warmed. I poured a big glass of milk and sat down to enjoy my meal, all the time thinking and dreaming about what the evening would be like. As I sat there, the feel of Judith’s plastic pants and the silky wetness beneath them seemed nearly too much to bear. I let out a number of little squirts of pee to intermingle with my juices. I would reach under my skirt and press my pussy slightly while doing it and it felt wonderful!
As I cleaned up the dishes, I let out a few more little squirts and could actually hear them as they passed through the nylon fabric of my panties, splashing against the inside of the plastic pants. At the same time, I could feel my bowels reacting to my meal. With the exception of my little “play friend” from after the soccer practice, I had not pooped in three days, now, and knew there was a great deal of firm, hot poo stacked up and wanting release. I am not into desperation-type peeing or pooping, and that was not the case now. I was just nicely full and still in complete control…but aching to fill my wonderful panties and Judith’s beautiful plastic pants with a nice, warm, firm load!
Just as I was putting the last dish away, there came a knock on the front door. I raced to the door and took a peek through the side window to make sure it was Judith. I was, and she was so beautiful standing there with a big smile on her face and her overnight case in her hand. Her blond hair was up in a ponytail. She was wearing an outfit very similar to mine, a pale sage satin blouse, an eggshell white skirt, and nylons, which was unusual for a girl her age at the time. She looked so grown up, like a young lady ready to go off on a trip.
I let her in and closed the door quickly behind her. She set down her overnight case, her deep blue eyes drilling their hole in my mind. She grinned the most seductive grin and said “Kiss me!” In a flash we were kissing, holding and touching each other as if we were long lost lovers. Our hands caressed each others backs, sides and hips and bottoms, our legs astraddle each others and our aching pussies pressed firmly against each others’ legs.
After a moment, Judith stepped back and looked me over inch by inch. “Oh, you are just lovely,” she started. “And it feels so sexy to touch your body beneath that outfit.” As I stood there transfixed she lifted my skirt to view my nylons and suspenders as well as to see how well her plastic pants fit me. She felt them at the hips and butt, giving my cheeks a little squeeze while there, then slipped her hand between my legs and rubbed me a little.
“Hmmm,” she said, “They look just great on you and it looks like they fit just fine! How do you like them?”
“Oh, Judith,” I said, “I just love them! And the very fact that they’re yours makes them even sexier to wear and makes me so very horny!”
Judith smiled broadly as she rubbed my sex a little more. “I can see they do that! Your panties have a big glistening wet spot on them, too. They’ll have more than that in just a little while!” she teased.
My heart leaped nearly to my throat when she said that. My mind was racing with things I hoped we’d be doing.
“C’mon,” she said, “let’s get all set up so we can enjoy ourselves without the bother of doing it later”
“Set up?” I asked.
“Yes. You gather up a bunch of towels – the darker in colour the better - and I’ll meet you in your bedroom.”
I did as she requested, and when I got to my bedroom, she had opened her case and taken out two large folded plastic shower curtains. One she laid out on the floor and the other over my bed. We spread the towels out over the shower curtains and Judith stepped back as if inspecting our work. “That should be just fine,” she approved, patting me on the bottom. “Good job! Now, let’s go for a walk in the forest!”
There was a wonderful little forest adjacent to our back yard, and the girls had all explored it a little while at the birthday party we had had. But it was just sunset now, and I wasn’t sure this was the time to be doing that instead of having hot, steamy sex in my bedroom! I must have shown somewhat of a quizzical look to her, but she continued.
“Oh, it’s fine. There is a half-moon out tonight so there will be just enough light for us to see. Besides, you need to poo, don’t you? I know *I* certainly do!”
I could hardly believe my ears. Judith knew exactly what was going on, had planned everything even down to having the right moon shining, and I was going to go out in the forest with this wonderful girl and we were going to poo our pants together! The very thought of it sent a huge gush out my pussy and I pressed myself through my skirt as it came.
Judith chuckled. “Mmmm” she started, “save some of that for me! Let’s go…”
She grabbed a couple of large towels, folded them neatly and handed one to me. Then she took my hand and lead me downstairs and to the back door. She reached for the doorknob, then said “Just a minute. I want to pee.” With that she lifted her skirt so we both could see. She had a white slip and lovely pastel green panties on. The panties showed a large wet spot. Over her panties she once again had very large plastic pants. Again they were clear, but this time there were little Raggety Ann and Raggety Andy dolls printed on them. They were so cute!
She squatted ever so slightly with her legs spread a bit, closed her eyes and smiled. Momentarily a wonderful fountain of golden wee began to cascade out of her panties into her plastic pants. I quickly reached over and pressed my hand to her mound, feeling the flow as it formed that wonderful pool in the sagging crotch of her pants. I must admit, I rubbed her just a little, too, which brought on a gentle moan from her.
She cut off her flow, saying “That’s enough for me right now. I don’t want to get my pants too full and have to waste it by dumping some out. Care to join me?”
Yes, I did. And I did! I stood straight upright, though, lifted my skirt and realized that there was already a little puddle in the crotch of my plastic pants! Relaxing a little, my flow began with just a couple spurts before really flowing strongly through my panties. Judith’s hand was there right away, of course and I had to watch carefully so as not to over-fill.
Now we’re ready,” she said. With that we were out the door, running across the back yard and into the forest, holding hands as we went. Once in the forest we stopped and looked around. Sure enough, there was just enough light from the half moon to see comfortably, yet it was dark enough that even if someone else were to be around, they wouldn’t know we were there. She pulled me toward her and kissed me tenderly on the lips, then reached under my skirt and slip and gently ran her hands up my inner thighs, making my knees weak and eliciting more gushing. “Just checking to see if you leaked,” she said as she pressed her palm against my mound. Then she stepped back a step, spread her legs and said, “Check me.”
I place my towel on the ground in front of her, and kneeled down on it as she lifted her skirt and slip. Both my hands eased in around her to firmly fondle her beautiful firm bottom before moving around to between her legs. I traced the tops of her stockings and the length of her suspenders with my fingers. I commented that she hadn’t leaked either as my hands came out and around her thighs and my head moved in to take its rightful place between her legs. I kissed and licked and nibbled gently on her thighs, moving slowly upward to kiss and lick her plastic shrouded pussy. I reached up and pulled outward on the elastic waistband, raised my nose to the opening and inhaled the wonderful aroma of her pee and juices. Both of us were moaning quietly.
After a few minutes she raised my head from between her legs and whispered, “It’s time. Stand up, spread your legs and let me empty you.”
I stood up on wobbly knees and she moved me back a step. Then she kneeled down on my towel, lifted my skirt and slip and told me to hold them up. She then skillfully pulled the elastic of one of my leg openings open and deftly spilled my warm pee pool onto the ground. Only a couple little drops spilled down my leg, but they felt so good as they made their way downward over my stockings.
She stood up and emptied her own plastic pants, then said, “Let’s walk a little further this way,” she motioned ahead. “I know you need to poop, and you can start anytime. Just be sure to tell me when you start and try not to let it all out. Save some for later.”
There was no way I could disobey her. Nor did I want to. Again, I was totally under her spell and I was in no shape to do anything but her bidding. We started to slowly walk hand-in-hand as I tried my best to relax my anus and release my poop from its confinement.
We walked only a short distance when we came upon a small, grassy clearing. “I found this clearing the other day and thought it might be a wonderful place for us to play,” she said as she spread our towels down on the ground.
I felt my anus relax and my bowels begin to slowly move. “I’m starting…” I whispered as I unconsciously stuck my thumb in my mouth and bent over slightly, sticking my bottom out behind.
“Kneel down here,” she guided me to the towels and slipped her hand up the back of my skirt. Feeling her hand press against my bottom, I grunted slightly and bent over a little more. I felt my anus extend and open and the tip of my firm poop begin to move from my rectum. My left thumb was in my mouth; my right hand unbuttoned my blouse, slipped inside and squeezed my breast.
Judith’s right hand was on my bottom, gently moving up and down, side to side. Her left hand had worked its way into the front of my plastic pants and found my panty-covered pussy that was so soaked with a nearly continuous flow of silky juice. My poop was very slowly moving outward and every millimeter it moved seemed to send thousands of electrical impulses directly to my pussy.
“It’s okay, Darling,” she whispered, “poo in your pretty blue panties. Be a naughty little girl and mess your wet panties for me. Let me feel your poo come out.” Judith had me right at the edge of orgasm. My mind was a-whirl and nothing existed but Judith, my wet panties and my emerging poop. She brushed my protruding clit through my panties, making my hips buck forward. As they did, I involuntarily spasm-ed a little, pushing my poop out to reach the resistance of my panties and Judith’s hand.
She cupped her hand so as not to apply any pressure and whispered, “Oh, that’s a good naughty little girl. I feel your poop coming out. Push a little more now, Dear.”
I pushed out another couple inches into my panties, plastic pants and her cupped hand. I felt her touch the tip of my poop through the plastic pants, a sensation that translated directly into my anus and rectum and made me gush more out my pussy into her hand. I could cum so easily right now!
“Now, slowly lie down, Dear. First on your side, then onto your back. I’ll make sure you don’t squish anything.” I did as Judith asked. Slowly I leaned sideward until I was resting on my side. Judith kept her hand on my protruding log, keeping it in place. She had removed her left hand from inside my plastic pants and slid it through my legs to hold it while I eased over onto my back. Now I was on my back, legs spread and knees up, my skirt and slip up around my waist. My panties were drenched with girl juice and I had a six inch log of poop still protruding from my anus. My blouse was open and Judith deftly unzipped my skirt, but didn’t pull it down. She slid her right hand under my camisole and gently rubbed my tummy.
“Squeeze your pretty little butt now, and we’ll save the rest for later.” I did as she asked, feeling my log stay right in place, pushing slightly on my now dirty rosebud. Judith removed her left hand from my pants, secure in the knowledge that no more poop would be coming out. At least for awhile.
Judith lowered my knees, keeping my legs wide apart, then leaned over and kissed me firmly, sliding her hand again under my camisole to my breasts. My hips began to undulate and I felt the wonderful log in my panties moving slightly with them. She continued to kiss me, brushing the side of my face with her hand. Her left hand felt its way back down my torso, under the waistband of my skirt, slip, pants and panties. I felt her fingers move slowly around my swollen clit without touching it, then gently open my equally swollen and totally lubricated lips and dip deeply into my vagina. As they did, the heel of her hand gently yet firmly rested on my clit and began to massage there. My breathing was rapid and short and I was moaning and grunting, my head thrashing back and forth. My hips were now thrusting up and down to her ministrations and I was teetering on the edge, knowing that I was about to fall off the edge into orgasmic oblivion. She shifted her body slightly and began sucking one nipple through my lacy blue bra and that’s all it took. My hips went nearly straight up, I held her head tightly to my breast and the fireworks began. Over and over I thrust myself to her fingers, trying to impale them all the way to my navel and each time the heel of her hand sent lightning bolts through my clit. Each contraction engulfed her hand with a huge gush of girl-cum. I had no idea a girl could orgasm so wonderfully hard and I wanted it to go on forever! I continued to writhe and jerk spasmodically, gushing and crying softly as each wave struck.
After what seemed to be an hour, my tight young body had had all it could take and the waves began to subside. Slowly I began to regain some sense of control of my movements and started to ease back down. I was totally spent, unable to move, and thoroughly soaked inside my plastic pants. All I could do was lie there, still crying softly.
Judith, left hand still in place in my panties, slipped her right hand under my neck, gently lifted my head a little and she kissed my tears from each closed eye. My arms went around her and held her tightly, trying to absorb her into my very being. Had there been any doubt before, there was none now. “I am yours,” I whimpered, “Mind, soul and body. Do with me what you will. Forever.”
“There, there. I know, sweet dear. But for now, just lay there and relax.”
I must have looked a sight! I was laying there with my skirt and slip high above my waist, my blouse and camisole in disarray, my nylon-clad legs spread wide apart and at their junction my plastic pants with blue nylon panties underneath, again totally soaked and with a wonderful log of poop inside. In the still night air I could smell the heady aroma of pee and girl sex and poop. I was in Nirvana.
“Stay as you are, Sweetheart, while I take care of some business,” Judith whispered in my ear. She eased over and straddled my pelvis, her pussy just at the top of my mound. With her hands on my waist and most of her weight on her knees, she sat straight upright and slowly began to gently grind her hips. Her eyes closed and her head began to sway. A few soft grunts emanated from her sweet lips. My hand slipped under her skirt to her plastic pant-clad belly and I could feel her lower abdominal muscles contract a little with each “Hnnnng….hnnnng” grunt. Each time I felt her muscles contract I gave her tummy a squeeze, increasing in intensity a little each time. She lifted almost all her weight off my pelvis and continued to grind, now just barely brushing me. Suddenly I felt something rubbing on my pussy from above. It was thick and hard and moved in unison with her gyrations.
“Oh, my God,” I thought. “She is pooping herself right now! Right Here! Between my legs!”
“Yes!” she cried, allowing her body to lay on mine as she kissed me hard. Raising her face a little she gave me a grin, saying “Now we *both* are wet and messy naughty little girls!” I reached around to her bottom and felt the gorgeous firm log tenting out her plastic pants. It felt so sensuous, so sexy! I began to tingle again from just touching it.
After a moment, Judith got off my and started to get up. “We need to walk a little and cool of,” she said. “Then we need to go clean up so we can start again fresh!”
Obediently, if gingerly, I stood up, feeling my poop settle into the gusset of my panties between my thighs. I straightened up my camisole, buttoned and tucked in my blouse and re-zipped my skirt. I was amazed that my clothing had not gotten wet or messy other than for a few wrinkles that could be easily ironed out. And Judith looked as prim and proper as she had when she arrived at my door. Judith picked up our towels, handed one to me and we continued along the path through the forest. The jostling of my poop between my legs kept the embers of my sexuality glowing and we’d stop from time to time to kiss and to fondle each others’ bodies and each others’ lumps.
Finally we reached the point on the path that entered my back yard. “You’ve been a very good girl,” she whispered to me. “I think we’re going to get on just fine!”