Posted by messy_relief on December 03, 2003 at 22:42 [130.67.25.120]
There are too few stories around these days, so I am reposting the following story done by the master CFW way back in 1999. For lack of new material, I suggest everyone who have good stories repost them for all to enjoy.
Posted by CFW on August 30, 1999 at 08:47
Anatomy Of A Panty Dump
He first noticed her standing by the bar chatting with her friends,
couldn't help but notice for she was absolutely perfect. If each man
carries an ideal of beauty in his head she was surely his. His critical eye
followed her exquisite form from head to toe, breathing in each and every
detail. She was made to perfection and he was getting hard merely looking
at her.
A long thick mane of jet black curly hair encompaced the face of an angel
devilishly adorned with heavy makeup. Black mascara encircled her beautiful
brown eyes and dark lipstick covered her pouty lips which frequently parted
into a sexy sensual smile. Her curveous body flared out in womanly
proportions that set his mind a flame.
Full breasts filled the cups of the black brazier that he could see partly
exposed in the plunging square neckline of her tight fitted short sleeved
black top. A flairing yellow-brown chamois skirt was worn shamefully short,
her modesty somewhat preserved by thick black tights that showcased her
long legs. Black high heeled platforms made her look taller than her five
foot six inch height and brought out the muscular details of her
scupturesque legs which tended toward the heavy side.
Yes she was perfect he told himself trying not to be too obvious in his
observations. And yet observe was all that he could do as his present
circumstance dictated that there could be no other choice. So as the night
wore on he became more and more caught up in his fixation, picking up on
minute details as he watched her carry on, oblivious to all around her.
He noticed with engrossed facination that the outward cuve of her hips and
cresent flare of her rounded bum caused the chamois mini skirt to stretch
taunt against the lobate protrusion of her belly, reasoning it swollen in
order to accomodate the pints of beer she had consumed. And the way she was
fidgeting, crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing and squeesing her
thighs together, surely she had a growing need to go to the toilet.
Trisha had carefully attended to every detail of her appearance. She put on
her sexiest black panties and bra, the tightest top and shortest skirt she
could find and applied her makeup, well aware of the effect that she would
have on men. She was between boyfriends at the moment and had no intention
of getting into another relationship at this point. So Trisha was out for a
night of fun with a few girl friends and knew that she would be going home
alone.
Standing at the bar she traced her hand under the contour of her hard belly
and press her short skirt tight between her thighs. Her bladder, overly
full from all the beer she had drank was aching for release and the meal
she had consumed sat heavily on top of the compacted fecal mass trapped
inside of her for two days now. A massive bowel movement was imminent and
yet she fought to hold on until the last possible moment.
She could have gone earlier today, should have gone, but she did not.
Moisture removed, gas bled off by passing wind all day yesterday, Trisha
could feel the hardened tip of her poop pressing against the inside of her
opening. Why she took a perverse pleasure in her desperation was a mystery
but the fact remained that Trisha was indeed sexually arroused by her
situation.
In the past half hour, during which several squirts of hot urine had
escaped into the crotch of her black panties, each one stopped with a quick
hand or by squeezing her smooth thighs together, Trisha had fought off four
attacks where she almost lost control and shit in her panties. Pressure
from within had forced her orb to opened around the thick dark brown log
and then twitched in spasm as she fought to close it again.
He watched closely as his vission of lovliness stared blankly into space
seeming caught up in a world of her own. At times he noticed a look of
distress on her pretty face, other times he thought he saw her square her
lips to reveal clenched teeth and had to wonder what was going on in her
mind. He reasoned also that she was caught up in her own sexuality as he
witness her touching herself in places that he too longed to touch.
No longer able to hold back her pee Trisha threw her purse over her
shoulder and headed toward the bathroom but did not go in, instead exiting
the rear door to the parking lot. Her heart was pounding, her breathing
quick as she stood beside her car and looked around. No one watching Trisha
spread her legs apart bending at the knees as she squated down, leaned
forwards and began to pee her panties.
She felt an immediate release at the opening of her urithra as piss coursed
through saturating her panties and tights before gathering into a heavy
stream which splashed loudly onto the pavement. Terrified yet consumed with
pleasure both at the same time Trisha urinated through her panties for
nearly a minute as she looked around in fear of discovery.
Finished peeing she hurried into the bathroom all the while struggling to
hold back the massive turd which was once again pushing its way toward her
panties. Regaining control Trisha wiped excess pee from her crotch and
thighs, fixed her hair and makeup and headed back to the bar.
She had hardly been back more than a few minutes when another strong urge
took hold opening the pink ring of her spinkter to the maximum and she
grimaced with a mixture pain and pleasure. All control lost a hard thick
poop moved slowly outward pressing into the the fabic in the seat of her
panies and pushing them outwards. Tugging at the back of her short skirt
Trisha turned her rear toward the bar in order to hide what she was doing.
The urge to push so as to return her annas to its natural state of closure
was overpowering. She finally gave in catching her breath and flexing her
belly bringing internal pressure to bear against the resistance of her
underware. HHHHHHMMMMMFFFF. Trisha pushed as secretively as she could
causing a five inch poop to exit. She stopped her breath and pushed again.
HHHHHHMMMMFFFF. Another firm log invaded the seat of her panties.
She reached back to feel. The growing lump in the seat of her tights felt
massive and she became apprehensive but still couldn't stop herself.
HHHHMMMFFFF. HHHHMMMFFF. Trisha finished her shit undiscovered. Regaining
her nerve she sat her bum on the edge of the bar stool to push the load up
higher into her bum crack so that her skirt would cover the bulge. Then a
short while later made her excuse and left, tugging at the back her skirt
as she walked out.
He had watched her at the bar pulling at the back of her short skirt as she
did when leaving, worried perhaps that it may not completely cover her
shapely bum. She was indeed beautiful and her nervious antics had been
extra fuel for his desires and yet he was completely unaware that Trisha
had deliberately filled her panties while standing not ten feet away from
him.
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