Kerry & Bruce
by Arthur Saxon
Ripper, Satan and Hitler were the dockyard’s burly and imposing (if rather friendly and un-aggressive) security dogs. Having finished walking them and putting them back in their kennels with some bones to chew on, Bruce Harris whistled tunelessly as he carried the polythene bag containing their combined excrement back to his building. As he entered his office, his young assistant, Kerry, looked up.
“Hi Bruce,” said the pretty brunette, regarding the bag suspiciously. “What’s that?”
“Oh,” said Bruce, grinning lecherously at Kerry’s exposed bra. He had generously given her so many tops and skirts over the past few months that she now felt obliged to wear his gifts exclusively, despite the fact that the blouses were all too small, and the skirts were all so short that they revealed her panties even when she was standing straight. Today’s top, a gauzy blue blouse, was so tight that she could not fasten any of the buttons above her navel, with the result that plenty of her bra was showing. Bruce leaned in close to stare at its lacy detail as he said, “This is just the dogs’ poo. Want to see?”
“Ugh! No!” said Kerry in horror. “Of course I don’t want to see it!”
Bruce laughed, and turned the bag partially inside-out, holding it towards Kerry’s face. She shrieked and recoiled as the vile-smelling brown dog-poo came into view. “Noooo!” she exclaimed, laughing and flapping her hands. “Get it away from me!”
Bruce, delighted by her reaction, and also by her pretty pink panties, which were becoming increasingly exposed as Kerry leaned back in her chair, pulled the plastic back even further as he clutched its contents through the bottom of the bag with his other hand. More of the lumpy brown poo was exposed, and it began to sag dangerously towards Kerry’s chest. This fact was not lost on Kerry, who pushed against the floor with her feet, rolling her chair back until it hit her desk. But Bruce followed, the dog poo waggling threateningly just inches from Kerry’s face. He pulled the plastic back still further, and shook it. A large chunk began to break free from the main mass of dog poo, and Kerry squealed as she watched it slowly droop towards her right breast.
“Noooo!” she squealed. “Don’t let it fall on me!”
Bruce grinned excitedly, and, reaching out, he grasped the top of Kerry’s right bra cup and pulled it away from her breast. He shook the bag again, laughing as Kerry stared in mounting panic at the drooping dog poo. But the large chunk did not immediately fall. Instead, a smaller piece broke free, and dropped directly into Kerry’s open bra cup. She squealed in shock as the soft chunk landed squishily between her nipple and the inside of her bra, and Bruce gasped.
“Oops!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t really mean for it to fall!” He withdrew the bag, but as he did so, the large chunk fell off and landed with a splat between the tops of her thighs, right against the front of her panties. “Oh heck!” he said.
“Bruce!” cried Kerry with a pained expression. “For heaven’s sake!”
“Sorry!” said Bruce. “I was only teasing. I didn’t mean for the dog poo to actually fall on you.”
“I know, but it did!” said Kerry.
Bruce reached down with his left hand and grasped the large lump nestling against Kerry’s panties. “I’m really sorry,” he said. “I’ll just clean you up a bit then, shall I?”
“Yes, I think you should!” said Kerry, hastily pulling up her skirt out of the way of his messy hand..
Bruce slowly and carefully gathered up the poo that had fallen into Kerry’s lap, but Kerry could not help noticing that his clumsy efforts were actually smearing dog poo over the entire front of her panties. If she didn’t know better, she might think he was deliberately trying to coat her panties with the disgusting mess. “Come on Bruce,” she said impatiently.
“Got it,” he said at last, lifting up the large handful of poo. “Now I’ve just got to get the poo out of your bra.”
“Ugh – it would have been better to get the poo out of my bra first, I think,” said Kerry, wrinkling her nose at the sight of Bruce’s left hand, clutching a large squishy mass of poo, reaching for her bra. Unfortunately his other hand was still holding the plastic bag containing the rest of the dog poo. She pulled her bra cup open, much as Bruce had done a minute earlier, and shuddered as he plunged his hand inside.
Bruce grinned as he spread his fingers and mashed his handful of dog poo against Kerry’s breast. On the pretext of gathering up the small chunk pressing against Kerry’s nipple into the larger quantity in his hand, he clasped his hand around her breast and then slowly began to slide his palm and fingers around, squishing the dog poo against her flesh and smearing it around. His fingertips pushed the poo down beneath her breast, all the way back to her ribcage, and then carefully stroked all the way up one side, then back underneath and up the other side, and finally over the top. After a minute of this, Kerry’s entire breast was coated with a thin layer of dog poo, with some thicker, chunkier parts on and around her nipple.
“You don’t seem to be doing a very good job there,” Kerry complained. “You’ve got it all over my breast now!”
“Sorry,” Bruce apologised. “It’s tricky! Your breast just keeps getting in the way.” He withdrew his hand, now mostly free of poo except for a ubiquitous brown smear, and wiped it a little cleaner on the outside of Kerry’s right bra cup. “Well perhaps I should go and get a damp cloth from the kitchen.”
“Hallelujah!” said Kerry. “Yes, I think that’s an excellent idea.”
Bruce went to the kitchen, and returned with a damp cloth that had been hanging over the side of the sink. “You’d better take off your top and skirt,” he said. “No need to get those things messy too.”
“Good point,” said Kerry, and she carefully removed her blouse and skirt without getting any poo on them. Now in just her underwear and shoes, she sat back down as Bruce approached with the cloth.
“Before I start cleaning your knickers,” said Bruce, “do you need to do a poo of your own?”
“Well I do, actually,” admitted Kerry, “but I was planning to wait until after lunch.”
“Might as well do it while your knickers are messy anyway,” said Bruce.
“I suppose so,” sighed Kerry. She lifted her bottom off her chair, and strained hard. After a moment, a thick, round-ended turd started to thrust out of her anus. She bore down, and it slid through her anal sphincter and formed a lump in the back of her panties. She kept pushing, and the lump grew as more and more poo emerged. Finally, when the lump was the size of a small grapefruit, she stopped, panting. “That’s it,” she said, sitting down so that her poo squished against her buttocks and anus.
“Cool,” said Bruce, licking his lips. “Well, now that your panties are full of poo anyway, I suppose I might as well dump the rest of this dog poo into them.”
“What?” exclaimed Kerry in alarm. “I don’t think so, Bruce! My own poo is one thing, but I’m not having disgusting dog poo in my panties too!”
“Why not?” asked Bruce, aggrieved. “They’re good, healthy dogs, and there’s nothing wrong with their poo. Why should having dog poo in your knickers be any worse than having your own poo in there?”
“It just is! Dog poo smells much worse than my own poo!” said Kerry.
“Well I’m sure that dogs would think your poo is pretty disgusting too,” said Bruce. “But in any case, you’re smelling dog poo anyway because your bra’s full of it, so what difference does it make? I’m going to be cleaning it up right away.”
Kerry sighed. “I suppose that makes sense,” she said. “All right then – you can fill up my panties with the dog poo.”
“Excellent,” said Bruce, his eyes gleaming. “Just hold open the front, will you?”
Kerry complied with an unhappy whimper. Bruce held the plastic bag over her pussy, and carefully turned it inside out. Kerry groaned as a melon-sized mass of the collective poo of three dogs landed inside her panties, burying her pussy. “Ugh, there’s too much, Bruce!” she said. “It’s overflowing everywhere!”
“Then just catch it and put it in the back!” said Bruce. “Or in your bra – doesn’t matter which.”
Kerry miserably picked up handful after handful of dog poo that would not fit in the front of her panties, and tucked it behind her inside the back of her panties. When she could fit no more in there, she began to stuff it into both cups of her bra, until they were practically overflowing. “Ugh!” she said. “This is so gross!”
“Good girl,” said Bruce. “Now, why don’t you go and lie down on my desk, and I’ll start cleaning you up.”
“You know, Bruce,” said Kerry, “I think I’ll just go and clean myself up, if you don’t mind.”
“But why?” asked Bruce in surprise. “It’s my fault you’re messy.”
“Yes, but I really don’t want to end up with a vagina full of dog poo!” said Kerry.
“Who said anything about putting dog poo in your vagina?” inquired Bruce, perplexed.
“Well that’s what happens, isn’t it?” said Kerry in exasperation. “Every time you clean me up, my vagina ends up stuffed full of whatever it was you were supposed to be cleaning off me! Usually it’s my own poo, or yours, or your vomit or snot, or occasionally some visitor who doesn’t know that the toilet doesn’t flush very well and blocks it up – and while all that is very disgusting, I can handle it … but I draw the line at dog poo.”
“I’ll be very careful,” said Bruce.
“Well, okay then,” said Kerry, mollified. She climbed on to Bruce’s desk and lay down on her back. She pulled her knees up either side of her chest, and Bruce fetched the little cloth, now only slightly damp.
“Okay,” said Bruce, “let’s get these knickers off.” He tugged at the sides of Kerry’s panties, and she raised her bottom so that he could pull them down. He did so, very carefully, shaking them to dislodge the poo inside, so that as he drew them up her thighs, the poo all stayed in place, surrounding Kerry’s bottom and pussy. He dropped her empty panties on the floor, then he laid the dishcloth over the poo piled on top of Kerry’s pussy, and pushed her knees wide apart.
Spreading his hand, he placed it on the dishcloth, and pressed gently downwards, mashing the dog poo against Kerry’s labia. Kerry shuddered as she felt it ooze between them, squishing against her clitoris. Then Bruce began to make slow circles, rubbing the poo all around Kerry’s pussy. He was careful not to spread the dog poo out too far and too thin, keeping it mainly together in a thick mass completely covering her pussy and extending down as far as her anus, where the pile of her own poo began. But after five minutes of sliding the dog poo all over his assistant’s labia and clitoris, she was getting weary of it.
“Are you making any progress at all?” she inquired.
“It’s slow going,” admitted Bruce. “There is quite a lot of it, after all. I’ll try to speed it up.”
“That would be nice,” said Kerry.
Bruce pushed the edges of the dishcloth down into the mound of dog poo, sinking his fingers in and tucking the cloth back beneath the mound until he had enclosed approximately an orange-sized quantity. Gathering the edges together, he made a ring with his thumb and forefinger around the neck of his makeshift bag of dog poo, and positioned it over Kerry’s vaginal opening. Pressing it firmly against her flesh, he teased her flesh apart either side of her orifice, thus pulling her vagina open as much as possible. Then he grasped the bag in his free hand, and squeezed it.
“Oh no!” gasped Kerry, as she felt something cool and squishy sliding into her vagina. “Bruce, stop! It’s going inside me!”
“Oh heck!” said Bruce, grinning as he squeezed still harder. “Is that better?”
“No – that’s worse!” exclaimed Kerry, suppressing the urge to retch as she felt the column of poo entering her increase in thickness. “Ugh – stop it Bruce!”
Bruce hurriedly squished the bag flat, forcing the last of its contents inside Kerry’s vagina. “Sorry!” he said. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. Did much of it go inside you?”
“A lot!” said Kerry. “Please tell me that was my own, and not the dogs’…?”
“I think it was the dogs’,” said Bruce apologetically.
Kerry sighed. “Bruce, I’m meeting my husband after work so we can go to the cinema! I don’t want to have dog poo leaking out of me and stinking the place up!”
“Sorry,” said Bruce again. “Perhaps we could plug you with something.”
“All right,” said Kerry, rolling her eyes. “Go on then – see if you can find a good solid chunk of my own poo to plug my vagina with. Then, if I leak, hopefully I should only smell of my own poo.”
“Will do,” said Bruce. He soon found a likely-looking candidate. “Got one. But there’s not enough room for it – your vagina seems to be stuffed completely full of dog poo.”
“Ugh!” exclaimed Kerry. “Well can you scoop some of it out?”
“Easier if I just compress it further in,” said Bruce. “I’ll try using a couple of fingers.”
He slid two of his fingers into the dog poo in Kerry’s vagina, and thrust them in and out a few times. “That’s not working very well,” he said. “I need something thicker…”
“Maybe a marker pen?” hazarded Kerry.
“Still not thick enough,” said Bruce. “I know – how about my penis?”
“Yuck!” said Kerry. “Do you really want to get your penis covered in dog poo?”
“Not especially,” said Bruce, “but I feel I owe it to you. I’m prepared to make the sacrifice.”
“All right then,” said Kerry with a shrug. But then she felt a stab of unease. “I don’t suppose Eddie would like this much,” she said fretfully. “Another man’s penis being inside me, even if it’s for a good cause.”
But Bruce already had his erection out in the open, and he sighed happily as he sank it into Kerry’s dog-poo-filled vagina. “I’m sure he’ll understand,” he murmured, as he began to thrust it in and out.
“Is it working?” asked Kerry anxiously, after a couple of minutes of this.
“Oooh … yeah…” gasped Bruce. “Yeah, it’s working all right…”
“Good,” said Kerry. Then, after another couple of minutes, she ventured, “Do you think you’ve made enough space yet…?”
“Oh God … I’m going to come!” gasped Bruce.
“Oh no! Don’t come inside me!” exclaimed Kerry. “I’m a married woman!”
“Don’t worry – you’re not likely to get pregnant … not with all this dog shit inside you…” muttered Bruce.
“That’s not the point!” said Kerry. “Only my husband should be coming inside my vagina!”
“Too late!” groaned Bruce, his hips jerking as he spurted his semen inside his assistant’s poo-packed cunt.
“Oh Bruce!” whined Kerry unhappily. “What on Earth am I going to tell Eddie!”
“I’m sorry,” said Bruce. “It’s just that the sensation of having my dick inside you was rather … stimulating. I couldn’t help it!”
Kerry sighed. “I suppose it’s not your fault,” she said. “Thank you, Bruce – I really do appreciate it. I’m sorry for snapping at you.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Bruce gallantly.
“Um, do you think you could pull out of me now, though?” suggested Kerry.
“Oh! Of course.” Bruce did so, but grimaced at the sight of dog shit smeared up and down the full length of his penis. “Ugh!” he said. “I’ve got dog poo all over my cock!”
“Eww!” said Kerry. “Sorry!”
“I don’t suppose you could suck it off…?” suggested Bruce hopefully.
“Oh God, Bruce!” said Kerry, shocked. “That’s horrible!” She stared in revulsion at his wilting penis. “But … I suppose … I suppose I really ought to, oughtn’t I, when you’re putting so much time and effort into cleaning me up…”
“It’s the least you can do,” said Bruce.
Kerry sighed. “All right!” she said grumpily. “I’ll do it.”
Bruce came around the side of the desk and pushed his penis, now beginning to return to life, towards Kerry’s face. She grimaced, then opened her mouth and took in his full length. “Mmmff!” she said in muffled protest as the taste of dog poo made her eyes water. She closed them tightly, and screwed her face up as she sucked hard on Bruce’s penis, her tongue swirling around it to remove every last little piece of poo. As her mouth filled up with a vile-tasting mix of saliva and dog shit, she swallowed, fighting at every moment to prevent herself from throwing up. Bruce’s penis was now fully erect again, and he was actually fucking her mouth gleefully as she sucked him. But he was not even close to approaching orgasm – he had come far too recently.
Eventually, Kerry could taste no more dog poo on Bruce’s penis, and she pulled her mouth away from his groin. “There!” she gasped, feeling distinctly ill. “All clean.” Then her nausea got the better of her, and she felt vomit shooting up her gullet. Half-sitting up, she turned away from Bruce just in time to avoid showering his trousers, and instead her vomit surged out of her mouth and cascaded on to her chest, flowing over her bra and down her belly. “Ugh! Sorry!” she exclaimed.
“Never mind,” said Bruce sympathetically. “You couldn’t help it.” He tucked his penis back into his trousers, zipped up, and went back to his former position in front of Kerry’s pussy, which was still mostly covered with a pile of dog shit. “I made a lot of room,” he said. “I might as well put a bit more dog poo inside you before sealing you up with your own poo.”
“Ugh, why?” said Kerry unhappily.
“Well you’ve already got dog poo inside you, and we’ve still got to figure out what to do with all of this mess,” said Bruce. He stuffed a couple of semi-firm chunks of one of Ripper’s turds inside her, pushing them deep with his fingers. Then he pushed inside her a larger chunk produced by Hitler. “We can’t flush this lot, you know.”
Kerry had not thought of this. “Crumbs,” she said. “What are you going to do with it, then?”
Bruce picked up a large, solid piece of Kerry’s own poo, and slowly slid it inside her. “Well,” he said, “I put it in the plastic bag because I was intending to dump it in the rubbish bin outside this office. But as I was walking the dogs, I noticed the dustbin lorry leaving the site, which means the dog poo would be festering in the bin for a whole week. I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’d take it home with me, but I don’t think my wife would be terribly happy with me.”
“So what are you going to do?” asked Kerry, wincing slightly as Bruce pressed the end of her poo firmly into her vagina.
“Well, I was wondering,” said Bruce thoughtfully, “if, now that you’ve emptied your bowels, you’d be willing for me to refill them with the dog poo.”
“What??” exclaimed Kerry.
“Well don’t look so shocked!” said Bruce. “Your vagina’s already full of the stuff, and it’ll be a lot easier to get it out of your rectum once you get home. You can just expel it like a normal poo. The tricky part will be cleaning out your vagina.”
“True,” admitted Kerry. “Still seems unnecessarily disgusting though.”
“At least your rectum’s designed to hold shit,” said Bruce. “Unlike your vagina.”
“Again, true,” said Kerry with a sigh. “All right then – but how are you going to get it in there?”
“Just hold your anus open with your fingers,” said Bruce. “I’ll post it in, piece by piece.”
“Won’t some of it be too mushy to do that with?” inquired Kerry, reaching around her buttocks and sliding both of her index fingers into her anus.
“Possibly,” conceded Bruce, “but we’ll give it a go.”
Kerry slid more fingers into her anus, then winced in pain as she forced them apart.
Bruce regarded the gap between them critically. “That’s not a very big gap,” he remarked. “I’m not going to fit much through there!”
“Well I’m sorry!” gasped Kerry. “It hurts!”
“Just use two fingers,” said Bruce, “and pull them as wide apart as you can. I’ll use one of my fingers to make a triangular opening. I think that will work better.”
“All right,” said Kerry, panting as she withdrew both of her index and ring fingers from her anus. With only the tips of her middle fingers now inserted, she drew them as wide apart as she could, which was about one and a half inches. Bruce slid one of his own fingers between them, and pulled it directly upwards, until a roughly equilateral triangular opening was formed. Through this opening, he began pushing lumps of dog poo.
He started with softer pieces, and then, when it became too difficult to get more of this stuff in, he pushed some firmer lumps into Kerry’s anus. He was able to push these in fairly deep, but after a few minutes, when less than half of the remaining dog poo had been forced into Kerry’s rectum, it seemed that she was now full. “Okay,” said Bruce, “you can take your fingers out.”
“Whew!” said Kerry, gasping in relief as her anus slowly closed up. “God I feel full! I feel like I desperately need to poo!”
“Well we’re not done yet,” said Bruce. “There’s still plenty more dog poo left. We need to push the poo in your rectum deeper inside you, somehow.”
“Oh God!” groaned Kerry. “You’re going to make me explode! How are you going to get it deeper?”
“My penis, again,” said Bruce. “It worked pretty well in your vagina.”
“All right,” sighed Kerry. “Go on then.”
Bruce pushed Kerry’s thighs back, rotating her pelvis so that her anus was more accessible, then he placed the head of his erection against her puckered sphincter, and forced it in. Lubricated by dog shit, it slid inside fairly easily, and he sank about half of his shaft into her before the pressure from the dog shit became too much. He started thrusting, pounding the dog poo deeper and deeper, until he was able to bury himself fully inside Kerry’s rectum. He did not stop at this point, however, and he continued to fuck her anus until he felt his orgasm approaching. Then he withdrew.
“Time to get some more in there,” he said, and Kerry slipped her middle fingers back into her anus. Bruce inserted one of his own fingers, forming the triangle, and once more he began to stuff dog poo into Kerry’s rectum. Before long, she was full again, and he fucked the poo back deeper inside her, making more room. He repeated this process until Kerry was groaning with discomfort, her entire large intestine packed full of dog poo. At this point there was not much left outside her – enough to form a ball the size of a small orange, perhaps, plus the contents of her bra. His last attempt to fuck the poo deeper inside her was unsuccessful, as he was only able to get his penis about an inch into her rectum before the hard-packed dog poo had blocked his way. He packed some more dog poo into her rectum, completely filling it. “Okay, close your anus now – we won’t be able to get any more in there.”
It was not easy, but somehow Kerry managed to close her anus. “God, I’m so full!” she groaned. “I won’t be able to keep it all in until the end of the day, Bruce!”
“Just try,” said Bruce firmly. “In the meantime, my penis is covered in dog poo again – could you clean it please?”
“Ugh!” said Kerry. “It made me puke last time!”
“Which means you won’t have much left to puke up,” said Bruce, coming around to position his cock next to her face. “Come on.”
Kerry sighed, and took his penis into her mouth again. As she sucked and licked his penis, Bruce closed his eyes and gently fucked her mouth, until he felt his climax getting close again, whereupon he increased the pace of his thrusting, and shuddered with pleasure as he shot his semen against her tonsils. She retched, but managed not to throw up, and swallowed every drop of his semen as well as all of the dog poo that had been coating his cock.
“Good girl!” said Bruce, as he pulled his penis from between her lips. “Now, we still have some dog poo left to deal with. Your vagina is full, and your anus is full … do you think you could manage to eat the rest?”
“Bloody hell, Bruce!” said Kerry in dismay. “No! Even the small amount on your penis made me puke!”
“It did the first time, but not the second time,” Bruce reminded her. “Which tells me that you’re getting used to it. I’d offer to eat it myself, but you’ve already got dog poo in your stomach and you’ve eaten it twice already. I think it’s only logical that it should be you.”
“Can we not just put the rest in a plastic bag for me to take home?” said Kerry desperately. “I can put it in my purse – it won’t be a problem.”
“We could,” agreed Bruce. “But what if you get stopped for a random check at the security gate? Do you really want them to find a bag full of dog poo in your purse?”
“If they stop me for a random check at the gate,” said Kerry, “then I’m done for anyway. You know how they like to cavity-search the women. If they search my cavities, they’ll be in for a nasty shock!”
“A fair point,” said Bruce. “But don’t you have things like keys and pens in your purse? Things that would be likely to pierce a plastic bag? Can you imagine the mess if that happened?”
“Ugh, god yes,” said Kerry. She sighed. “Oh all right – I’ll eat it. I suppose that makes the most sense.”
“Good girl,” said Bruce, grinning. He gathered up the remaining dog poo into a ball slightly larger than a Satsuma, and handed it to her.
Kerry took it, stared at it with disgust, then she closed her eyes, and gingerly took a small bite. Screwing up her face, she chomped on the poo very rapidly for a few seconds, and then swallowed it.
“There – that wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Bruce.
“It was horrible!” exclaimed Kerry, revealing brown teeth. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” She took another bite, larger this time, and again chewed it up quickly and swallowed it. Then she gagged, put her hand over her mouth, and threw up, brownish-yellow vomit pouring over her bra and belly once again. “It’s no good!” she wailed. “I just can’t keep it down!”
“Never mind,” said Bruce soothingly. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to eat the rest.”
“But what are we going to do with it?” asked Kerry, spitting bits of poo and vomit on to her belly.
“Well, I think I may have an alternative idea,” said Bruce.
“Glad to hear it!” said Kerry. “What is it?”
“It’s quite simple: since you’re going to have your own poo in your panties for the rest of the day, and presumably until you get home … how about we wrap the dog poo in your own poo, to hide the smell?”
Kerry thought about this. “Good plan,” she said, nodding, “except that I don’t think there’s enough of my poo to effectively wrap the dog poo in.”
“Hmm,” said Bruce. “Well, it’s been a few days since I last went – perhaps we could use some of mine as well.”
“Okay,” said Kerry, without enthusiasm. “I suppose that would work. So do you want me to catch it in my hands, or are you going to do it in a container, or what?”
“Lie down again,” said Bruce. “I’ll do it on your stomach.”
Kerry lay on her back, and Bruce climbed on to the desk, pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts, and squatted over Kerry, with his dangling penis pointing at her chin, and his anus aimed at her stomach. After a few grunts, he managed to get things moving, and soon a thick turd was descending from his anus and curling up partially below, and partially on, the central panel of her bra. Unfortunately this was not all that Bruce was producing – Kerry spluttered and squealed as a stream of urine hit her mouth and nose, and splashed over her eyes, cheeks and forehead.
“Ugh, Bruce!” she exclaimed.
“Sorry! I’ve never been able to do a poo without also doing a wee,” said Bruce.
“Well point it somewhere else!” she gasped, before coughing and spitting urine from her mouth.
“I’m almost done,” said Bruce, taking hold of his penis and playing his stream of urine over Kerry’s face, from her hairline, over her tightly-closed eyes, up her nostrils, and in her mouth as she gasped for breath she could no longer get through her nose. Finally the flow trickled to a halt, and Kerry panted with relief.
Bruce kept pooping until he had almost completely emptied his bowels. “I don’t have any tissues handy,” he said. “Would you mind licking me clean?” He shuffled forwards until his anus was directly over Kerry’s mouth.
“Eww, Bruce!” complained Kerry. “You can fetch a tissue, surely?”
“Not without walking around with a messy arse!” said Bruce. “Come on, Kerry – it won’t taste as bad as the dog poo!”
Kerry sighed, and began to lick Bruce’s hairy anus clean. Bruce strained again, and a last nugget of poo started to emerge from his anus. “Oops!” he said. “Apparently I wasn’t quite done.”
Kerry recoiled as Bruce’s poo slipped between her lips and into her mouth. “Wmm the fuhh?” she said, her voice muffled by Bruce’s buttocks.
“There should only be a tiny little bit,” said Bruce. “Just swallow it down – you’ll hardly notice it.” He grinned as he continued to push, and his last poo kept coming out. Inch after inch emerged, and Kerry, thoroughly grossed out, chewed and swallowed as fast as she could, wondering when the flow was going to end. But instead of ending, the poo carried on slithering out, even increasing in girth to about half an inch or so.
Kerry, getting rather annoyed but still expecting the poo to end at any moment, took in mouthful after mouthful, chewing them up and swallowing them as quickly as possible. Eventually, with a rush of softer poo, Bruce finally emptied his bowels, and Kerry swallowed the last of it about twenty seconds later. Having purged her mouth as much as possible, she licked Bruce’s anus clean, then pushed his buttocks upwards with her hands.
“Ugh!” she said, wiping her mouth. “That was more than a tiny little bit, Bruce!”
“Yes – sorry, I underestimated how much there was,” said Bruce. “Okay, let’s make a dog poo parcel for you.”
There was quite a large pile of poo lying on Kerry’s stomach and rib cage. Some of it was encroaching on her bra cups. Bruce, having pulled his trousers back up and fastened his belt, fetched Kerry’s own poo from where it was sitting just in front of her bottom, and added it to the pile. He patted it all down, forming it into a vaguely elliptical shape, and then he picked up what was left of the ball of dog poo, and placed it in the centre.
“Take off your bra,” he said, “and we’ll add the rest of the dog poo to this.”
Kerry did not dare raise herself up too high, but she managed to get a hand behind her back in order to undo her bra. She pulled it off, tugging part of it from beneath the elliptical slab of her poo mixed with Bruce’s, and shook out both cups so that the dog poo inside fell on to her breasts. Bruce picked up both pieces, though not before gently smearing them over her nipples, and mashed them together with the ball. He flattened the resulting mass slightly, placed it in the centre of the slab of his poo and Kerry’s, and then he brought the sides of the slab up and over the top of the dog poo. They met in the middle, and he squished them together, then folded up the ends so that they sealed the dog poo inside.
“God, Bruce, that’s huge!” said Kerry, looking aghast at the parcel that Bruce had just created. “I can’t possibly carry that around in my panties!”
“Of course you can,” said Bruce. “We’ll stretch out the front of it so that it lies along your gusset and pokes up into the front of your panties a bit, and…”
“Even so, it’ll be just too heavy!” said Kerry. “My panties will be down around my ankles in no time!”
“Hmm,” said Bruce, eyeing the parcel critically. It was the size of a large melon – honeydew at least. “You might be right. Well, I suppose part of it can go back in your bra…”
“But if you break bits off, you’re going to expose the dog poo in the middle!” said Kerry.
Bruce sighed in annoyance. “Well do you have any better ideas?” he asked.
Kerry shook her head. “No,” she said humbly. “I’m sorry, Bruce.”
“I’ll just have to unwrap the parcel,” said Bruce. “Make two small ones for your bra, and a larger one for your knickers.”
“That sounds very sensible,” said Kerry.
Bruce grunted, and gently pulled the parcel apart at the seams. Before long, he had fashioned three new parcels. Two were orange-sized, and these were carefully placed in Kerry’s bra cups. The other was slightly less than honeydew-sized, and Kerry was still very worried about trying to carry it around in her panties. But she let Bruce shape it into an asymmetrical hourglass-like shape, with a large lump connected to a smaller lump by a short neck that would lie along her gusset.
“Should I shower first, do you think?” Kerry wondered aloud, before putting on her bra. “I’m just covered in my puke!”
“There’s not much point,” said Bruce. “The smell of poo will mask the smell of vomit anyway.”
Kerry nodded, and put the bra on. Her breasts sank deeply into the balls of poo in the cups, and she shuddered as the vile mess slid over her nipples while she was tugging the garment into place. As she fastened it at the back, the poo squished against her breasts, oozing up out of the tops of the cups. Then she carefully put on her panties, with Bruce’s help – they were very heavy, and when she had got them into position, so that her pussy sank into the front bulge, and the back bulge molded itself around and between her buttocks, she discovered that although elastic was doing a pretty good job of holding the huge wad of poo in place, gravity was not going to permit them to stay up for long. She found that if she clutched the left side of her panties with her left hand, she was able to hold the panties up while she worked with her right hand.
She did not dare sit down for the rest of the day, however, nor did she bother to put on her blouse and skirt. Kneeling in front of her computer desk, she managed to perform her duties with her usual aplomb, despite feeling horribly desperate to empty her bowels. It was a great relief when five o’clock arrived. She put on her skirt, which was too tight to pull down completely over her hugely distended panties and ended up folded loosely around her hips, just above the huge poo-mass pushing out the front and back of her panties. She would feel horribly embarrassed, having her poo-filled panties so completely on display, but it simply could not be avoided. As an afterthought, she rummaged in her drawer and found a safety pin, which she used to clip her panties to her skirt at her left hip. This would help to hold the panties up.
Her blouse was even harder to button up than usual, on account of the extra ‘padding’ in her bra. She managed to fasten the bottom two buttons, but a considerable portion of both bra cups was exposed, and the poo stuffed inside (and peeping over the top) was painfully obvious. With a sigh, she picked up her purse and slowly waddled to the door. “Bye Bruce,” she said.
“Goodnight Kerry,” said Bruce, grinning at her panties, which were stretched so tightly that the waistband and leg-bands were actually cutting into the huge mass of poo they were struggling to contain. There was no chance anyone could fail to see what was in her panties – it was sticking out from all sides. “Good luck with holding in the dog poo. I hope it doesn’t all decide to come out an inopportune moment.”
Kerry shuddered. “Ugh, knowing my luck it will – I’ll probably be queuing for a ticket at the cinema when it all comes out.”
Bruce chuckled. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed, then. Oh, and happy anniversary.”
“Thanks,” said Kerry, and she bit her lip. One year of marriage, and so far it had been wonderful. She hoped Eddie would understand when she told him about Bruce fucking her vagina and anus…
(unless you want to see what happened after Kerry left the office...)
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