Posted by Toby on December 14, 2003 at 06:46 [81.102.55.21]
Julie on Film (parts 1 and 2) are the last two chapters in the 'Julie' stories. They were written before digital camcorders made it possible to record, edit and make good quality movies on the average PC.
I would like to dedicate these to those girls, such as Katy, who are bold enough to provide us men, and I hope many women, with the pleasures we seek on film. I hope the stories may give Katy some more inspiration to keep showing her sexy figure and filling panties for us.
Toby xxx
Julie on Film
It’s not often I win anything so I was surprised to discover that I had won a camcorder in a raffle for a local business promotion. At first it was one of those things that you get home, undo the box, get it out, look at it and wonder what on earth to use it for. Which is exactly what I did and after admiring it for about half an hour and spending ten minutes filming Julie working in the garden, it was put away in the bedroom cupboard until we could think of a use for it.
Julie was becoming a bit of an exhibitionist in ‘limited company’ but she was quite sure that she was not into doing anything naughty in public. Whilst we enjoyed company with friends we both preferred our own company better. We were less self-conscious and more outrageous, at times. Julie came in from the garden and sat beside me as I read. I looked up at her, she had been working hard outside and I suppose I felt a little guilty.
“Something to eat?” I enquired.
“No” she replied “I’m not hungry. Anyway aren’t we meant to be going to that party tonight?”
“Damn, I’d forgotten about that” I looked at my watch “ We’re meant to be there at eight. It’s seven now and we need to get a move on”.
It was about an hours drive into town and we needed to find somewhere to park. In a rush we showered and changed and we ready to leave at seven thirty. We looked each other up and down I had a plain DJ on but Julie looked stunning. She wore her hair up and had applied her make up very strikingly she looked gorgeous in a long black evening dress, which had a low front and a daring split on one side which showed off her slim thighs when she walked. She wore tights underneath and the dress was too well cut for a bra. Dressed to kill we got in the car and drove off.
The evening went well, it was a very pleasant party thrown by my company for some clients. Although we were a little late the evening hadn’t yet got off to a swing so it didn’t matter. We made plenty of small talk, met a few acquaintances and soon it was time to go home. We bid our farewells and stepped out into the warm night air. Julie walked quickly and ran a little as we made our way to the car.
“What’s up?” I asked
“Need to go” she said hurriedly “I want to save it for when we get home” she reached up and kissed my cheek as we walked.
I walked quicker and soon we were in the car, on the road and out of town heading for home.
As usual with town and suburban driving we were stopping and starting at lights, crossings and soon Julie started shifting in her seat reminding me of the first time she filled her panties in the car. Was she preparing for a repeat performance I wondered?
“Do you want to do it in here?” I asked her.
“Well I must admit it’s crossed my mind” she started “ but I’m fit to burst and I don’t want to ruin your seat”.
“There’s my old waterproof jacket in the back and that old blanket” I offered dying to see if she would wet herself. “You could use it to soak up anything that might escape” She looked at me and grinned.
“Shall I?” she teased me, “I think I might flood the car, are you sure you don’t mind”.
I said nothing just my glance convinced her that she could let herself go. She reached across and felt the front of my trousers and ran her fingers along the firm rod that now dwelt there.
“Ooh”, she said quietly “ we mustn’t let him down, now must we?” and with that she reached back into the car to retrieve the coat and blanket and spent a few minutes carefully arranging the protective layer onto the seat. As she prepared herself I caught glimpses of her black clad thighs and her black panties that flashed into view now and again. At last she relaxed and looked at me.
“Do you want to watch?” she asked quite unnecessarily.
“What do you think”
“Well you’d better pull over somewhere quick otherwise I’m going to pee my panties whether you’re ready or not”.
I found a side road and luckily a quiet car park a little distance along behind some houses. There was no one else around. I pulled up in a dark corner and switched off the engine. Julie hitched up her dress so that it wouldn’t get wet. I was treated to the sight of her shapely legs clad in black nylon with her black panties forming a vee at her crotch all nicely lit by the nearby street-lamp. She spread her legs wide and I leaned forward to watch.
“Here it comes” she warned then a little squeal as a spurt of pee squirted out of her and wet her gusset. I saw the panties start to glisten in the light. Then with a contented sigh Julie let the floodgates open.
“Mmm” she murmured. As I watched I heard the sound of her pee spurting out to wet her black panties. Soon the force was so great that her pee ran out of the sides of her panties in rivulets down her thighs and the main stream shot out from her panties into the stretched space between her panties and her tights sparkling in the light. She looked at me grinning as I watched her enjoying the experience she was having in front of me. She looked down at her soaking crotch.
“Wow, and I’ve still got loads to come” she piped. She sat down and wiggled her bottom on the sodden blanket
“Mmm, lovely and warm” she laughed “I hope the seat’s alright” With a gasp of relief the flow slowed to a trickle and Julie’s fingers played with her wet crotch through her black, wet panties and tights.
“Come on” she said” lets get home, I want to fill my knickers for you too”
We arrived home about twenty minutes later. We bundled out of the car as quick as you possibly can when you’ve got sodden undies or a rigid erection to hinder you. Julie dragged me into the house and out into the back garden, which had been the scene for many, a pooping pleasure. She told me to sit on the ground facing the open door and the soft lights inside.
“Watch this” she instructed. She stood legs astride and pulled her dress to one side so that I could see her gorgeous legs and thighs silhouetted against the light. She squatted slightly and I knew exactly where to look for the next part of the show.
I could clearly see her crotch and the insubstantial glistening wet panty material that was pulled up into the crease of her bottom. The view was shaded by the tights as they stretched between her buttocks a few inches lower. Julie’s legs began to tremble and she let out a little grunt as she started to shit herself. The material between her cheeks began to bulge slightly then a little quicker then a steady growth as Julie eased her lump into her knickers accompanied by a sticky, sliding sound as the first lump oozed triumphantly into view. It stopped, it had filled the gap between her crotch and her tights and her panties were stretched to the limit. She looked over her shoulder at me.
“Here comes the next bit” she said almost breathlessly and then “Ahh” as the second push came.
The panties started to pull down with the force of the second lump and the crease of her bottom came into view then suddenly as the pile started growing again two soft pieces squished out of either legs hole with their own sticky sound. Julie squealed as the two pieces grew in size until she finally emptied her body of its soft warm mess With a moan of relief Julie rubbed her fingers gently between her legs before turning grabbing my hand and pulling me upstairs. As we ran inside I passed the discarded box for the camcorder and suddenly an idea sprang to mind.
“Oh no you’re not” said Julie firmly. “if you think for a moment I am going to fill my knickers on film for it to get stolen and put out over the internet for all to see.. You must be mad”. I must admit it was no the reaction I had predicted so I suppose I might have approached the whole question with a lack of sensitivity.
“I only thought it might be a little fun” I defended sheepishly. We can erase the tape as soon as we’ve watched it and no one else needs to know”. She seemed to mellow a little.
“Are you sure we can” she ventured “I mean I couldn’t live with the fact that I’d been found out. I ‘d have to go and live abroad or something.”
“I’ll be in the same position” I sensed she was coming round. “I would never let anything like that happen to you or me. I love you”. Her soft brown eyes looked deep into mine.
“Do you?” she stammered. Then she came across and put her arms around me and kissed me. The taste of her soft lips and the smell of her sweet breath brought tears to my eyes. I hadn’t realised my true feelings for her until this moment. What a way to bring them to the surface.
“I love you too, I wasn’t sure about your feelings for me” she said looking deep into my eyes, “I thought you might have just wanted me for my knicker filling games”.
“No” I said quietly “Although that does help” I teased. I was treated to a kiss then suddenly she took hold of me bottom lip in her teeth and held on to me pulling gently forward and saying “What did you say” through her teeth.
“Ow, I’m sorry it was only a joke” I pleaded. Julie let go pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. She was in control now.
“Ok” she relented “ But I’m going to film, you filling your pants first!”
“Fair deal”
We got together some clothes for the occasion choosing some transparent items some tight things and some loose things and all sorts of other clothes to make up ‘costumes’. We filmed ourselves filling our pants, and sometimes filming the ‘naked’ lumps, over a period of two weeks. Julie had found a safe place to keep the tape.
We decided to film each other in as near ‘normal’ conditions as possible until the actual pants filling performance, which we filmed from every possible angle and distance. If I say so myself, for a first attempt it wasn’t badly put together and the sequences certainly got us aroused as we watched them again and again. The tape starts off with yours truly introducing the fun and games from our favourite place of all, the garden.
It was overcast so the light was fairly even. I was wearing my pooping jeans for the first occasion and I watched myself pottering around as Julie filmed me. I soon felt a cramp coming on and I said to Julie that I would hold it in this time and fill my jeans soon after. I crossed my legs in the corner by the wall as the camera caught the action, it rose to film my face as the first cramp came. I watched as my body clearly tensed and my face grimaced a little as I remembered the hard lump pushing steadily against my legs and getting nowhere. With a grunt and a smile at the silliness of the situation, the camera began to shake as Julie giggled at my predicament. Soon the cramp subsided and I uncrossed my legs to stand normally.
“Now” said Julie authoritatively. “Turn around and bend over slightly and put your hand between your legs. Now when it comes try to hold it back with your hand.” I duly obliged and I watched as the view of my hand and my denim-clad buttocks filled the screen.
“It’s coming” I called over my shoulder. I braced myself and moved my hips a little as the push came. The denim material tightened then a point formed, which grew slowly downwards amid my loud gasps amid grunts. My hand provided little resistance and as the bulge filled the area of my crutch I clearly recalled the soft warm feeling as the pile oozed firmly between my legs, sliding down the gusset to lay in a nice sticky mess. Julie filmed my hand, as I pressed hard on the pile causing it to spread over my buttocks accompanied by my moans of pleasure from squashing the pile in my jeans. I moved to the hard chair we had placed in the garden and sat down with a soft groan and with my legs apart and spread the mess even further up my buttocks and between my legs. I stopped briefly to add to the contents of my jeans with a terse grunt. Julie filmed my face, which shone with pleasure as I finished grinding the poo into my jeans, she moved the camera down to the hard pole at my groin and I managed to oblige. A dark patch appear just below the waistband and spread rapidly as a hissing sound announced that despite the difficulties of a hard member I had managed to pee copiously into the messy jeans. The streams of dark golden brown liquid appeared in puddles on the chair and at my feet.
The scene cut to one of Julie inside the house. She was on her knees cleaning the shower tray wearing a short pleated skirt, tee shirt and plastic sandals. Her long dark hair was tied back into a ponytail, which bobbed up and down as she polished the white plastic tray. She leaned forward to clean the far side of the shower and the camera view lowered until it was beneath the hem of her skirt. Her shapely thighs moved with the rhythm of her polishing and the camera focussed on the white cotton high cut panties that Julie was wearing The gusset formed round her mound quite tightly and the thin material disappeared into the dark gap between her buttocks. Her legs parted and she lifted one leg up to balance herself as she reached further across her short skirt twitching back and forth with her movements.
Then with only a little gasp a dark patch appeared at her crotch turning the white material transparent so that her pink pussy was clearly visible. Then a silent stream of golden water ran out down her leg and out of her crotch into the shower tray. The camera tracked back to show Julie, still cleaning, with a stream of water gushing from beneath her skirt. The camera moved back under her skirt as she finished and the golden streams died away.
“Have you finished?” called the voice off camera.
“No” said Julie I haven’t, I think I’m going to fill my panties too”
“But they’re not big enough to hold anything” came back to concerned voice.
“Oh dear” exclaimed Julie, “it’s too late to do anything now.” She said sounding a bit panicky.
“Would you hold up my skirt to help me” she said coyly. A hand appeared into the shot and lifted the pleated skit to reveal two beautifully rounded buttocks gently cleaved apart by in insubstantial pair of very damp panties.
Julie had stopped her cleaning and was now kneeling legs apart in the shower try with her hands on the far wall for support. Her body appeared to brace itself then came the familiar sticky sound as the thin material began to bulge a little at her rear opening. Julie let out a soft grunt as the bulge grew and soon the lump of poo was clearly visible emerging from her dilated hole and pushing the taught thin material away from her body. The first push died away and Julie was clearly getting her breath ready for the next one. The hard lump was still emerging very slowly from her of its own accord the camera zoomed in to watch it in close up. Then with a determined “Aah” her body eased the next piece out under pressure.
Facing the camera and with a little red face and several loud grunts, Julie proceeded to empty what remain inside her into her skimpy panties. The thin gusset was no match for her long hard lump of shit. In no time the hard lump slid down toward her pussy and the second softer piece spread either side of the material with a sticky wet squelch. Her third and fourth pushed forced more out and around and coated her white buttocks with her golden brown poo. Julie reached behind her and pulled her gusset tight into her crease, which squeezed everything out of each leg hole. She gasped with pleasure as the soft lumps began to slide slowly down her thighs. She turned herself around clearly so aroused that she didn’t care what got dirty, and sat down spreading the brown mess further and dirtying her skirt. She pulled her gusset up at the front and cried out as the warm poo spread up between her legs.
“Watch me come” she said breathlessly, as she pushed her hand down the front of her panties and began to firmly massage her bud. She looked at the camera as she did so her deep arousal clearly showing on her face and within minutes she came passionately squirming as she did so and leaving thick trails of brown poo in the once white shower basin. She flopped back onto the wall exhausted; a trickle of pee came through her sodden panties as she finished off.
“Oh well” she said catching her breath. “I suppose it means I’ve got to clean the shower again!”
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