(with alternative ending)
by Arthur Saxon
Kim Preston had been waiting all day to go to the restroom. She had woken up that morning desperate to empty her bowels, but circumstances had conspired against her and she had been obliged to leave for work before she had had time to defecate. Several times today she had gone into the restroom, intending to get rid of her poo, but each time she had chickened out, not wanting to stink up the place or (worse) block up the toilet.
The forty-six-year-old brunette had almost lost control on a couple of occasions. Sweat breaking out on her brow, she had fought desperately to keep her anus closed every time it threatened to open without her permission. At lunchtime, she had intended to go out and drive to the mall to use the public toilets, but as soon as she had got up from her chair, her anus had started to open up. In a panic, she had sat back down and spent the next ten minutes trying not to have an accident.
Five o’clock rolled around, and still she could not leave – her boss, Maggie, had asked her for a report that normally took just half an hour to compile. Today it had taken two hours so far, simply because she could hardly concentrate on what she was doing. And there was still a lot of work to do on it.
“Staying late?” asked her colleague Marcus, who was on the late shift and would be here until eight o’clock. He was a mere boy of twenty-four, not hugely good-looking, but charming in an exuberant, boyish kind of way.
“Not by choice!” gasped Kim, struggling to hold her poo in. “Maggie wants a report by the end of the day, and I’m still not done.”
“Oh,” said Marcus. “Are you okay?”
“Yes!” said Kim, wincing as the pressure in her bowels became almost unbearably painful.
“Okay then,” said Marcus doubtfully, and he turned his attention back to his computer.
Kim ducked down below the level of the partition between their cubicles, and hugged her knees, clenching her eyes as tightly shut as her anus. She held her breath as she battled to contain the monster in her rectum. For a moment she thought she was going to have to give up, it became so painful, but then the pressure eased slightly, and she released her breath abruptly. Sitting up straight, she continued working on her report.
Shortly after six o’clock, the cleaners arrived and shut the restrooms for cleaning. Kim, who had almost come to the decision to throw caution to the wind and risk blocking up a toilet here, was now denied even this option.
It took her until seven-thirty, with many breaks for bowel control, but she managed to finish it. She sent it to Maggie, and then shut down her computer. Getting to her feet, she said, “Bye!” to Marcus, and then hurried towards the front door of the building.
As she walked briskly towards her car, she could not prevent her anus from opening up. Her walk became a run, and she gasped as her poo started to push through, forcing her anus wider and wider. She no longer had any strength to resist. Fumbling in her purse for her keys, she nearly dropped them as she tried to isolate her car key with trembling hands. Finally she got the key in the lock, opened the door, and climbed in.
Closing the door behind her, she finally relaxed, and, to ease the pain in her abdomen, started to strain for all she was worth. She groaned as her three-inch-thick poo extruded into her panties, and she lifted her bottom off the seat to give it plenty of room. Planting her feet wide apart and bracing her shoulder blades against the head-rest behind her, she pushed hard, and a long column of poo slithered rapidly out of her anus, looping back and forth inside her panties and piling up into a large, lumpy mass.
“OHHH!!!” she groaned, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. Then she strained again, for all she was worth. “NNNNNNRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!” More excrement thundered into her panties – a couple of long, firm pieces followed by a rush of softer poo. The sense of relief was so incredible that she found she was half-crying, half-laughing from the intensity of the experience. She did not care about the mess she was making – all she wanted was to empty herself completely. As the pressure subsided, she pushed out several smaller chunks, and then finally a long rope of fairly soft poo.
Panting heavily, she wiped her eyes and cheeks with the back of her hand. She knew she could not drive with her bottom off the seat, but she also knew that she would make a mess of the upholstery if she sat down – her knee-length skirt, unfortunately, was quite thin. After thinking for a moment, she unfastened her skirt and gingerly took it off, taking care not to let her sagging, bulging panties touch the seat while she performed this manoeuvre. Retrieving the skirt with one foot, she dragged it beneath her, and then slowly lowered her bottom on to it, hoping that the two layers of material would be enough to prevent the poo from staining through.
As she settled her bottom into her poo, it squished up between her legs, gradually filling out the front of her panties. Behind her buttocks, her panties ballooned out into a thick ridge, but the poo fortunately did not escape. Kim shuddered with disgust as she felt poo oozing between her labia, and rubbing messily against her clitoris and the opening of her vagina. Her buttocks and entire pussy were surrounded by poo. Now that her sense of relief was ebbing away, all she felt was disgust and a keen desire to get home and clean.
She turned the key … and nothing happened. She tried again – still nothing. “Oh my God!” she whispered. “Come on, come on…” She tried again … and again … and again. “Damn it!” she yelled, thumping her fists against the steering wheel. The car had been getting harder and harder to start lately – she had been intending to book it in for a service, but had not yet got around to it. And now she was paying the price for her procrastination.
She reached for her cell phone – then cursed as she remembered that her husband was away on business and would not be back until tomorrow. Never mind – she would simply ask her girlfriend Mary to come and fetch her. How embarrassing! She dreaded to think what Mary would say. She would never let her hear the end of this, that was for sure.
But then, as Kim rummaged fruitlessly through her purse, she remembered that she had left her cell phone charging on the table in the study. “FUUUUUUUUUUCK!” she growled under her breath. She would have shouted it, but there were people walking by not thirty feet away.
Whatever was she to do? She could not drive anywhere, and she could not call anyone. She could hardly walk home – it was fifteen miles away. With a sinking feeling, she realised that her only remaining option was to ask for Marcus’s help. There were only a handful of people left in the office at this time of the evening, and aside from Marcus they were either people she did not really know or people far too high up in the company for her to consider asking for their help.
And yet confiding in Marcus was not much better. She liked him well enough, but she had to work with him every day, and she did not relish the idea of him seeing her in such an embarrassing situation. And what if he was totally disgusted and freaked out? How could she face him again after that? She sometimes suspected he had a little bit of a crush on her, which was flattering even if she did not find him remotely attractive. But if that look of warm interest turned to mild revulsion … it would be just horrible.
Anyway, how was she even to get to Marcus? She could hardly walk back into the office in her current condition – what if somebody saw her? She shuddered. Maybe she could wait until eight o’clock for Marcus to appear. But the office closed at eight – everyone else would be coming out at that time too. She sighed. Also, she was fairly sure that Marcus had parked around the other side of the building today – he might not even come out of this door.
She forced herself not to cry – there was no point in feeling sorry for herself. Drying her eyes, she lifted her bottom off her skirt and pulled it out carefully from beneath her. Surprisingly, it was not too messy – just a small, damp, brown-ish patch which would not be too noticeable from a distance. She slowly and cautiously put first one foot and then the other into it, and pulled it up. Fastening it around her hips, she opened the car door and managed to climb out without sitting back down. Locking the door out of habit, she reached back in to grab her purse, then stood up and shut the door.
Too late she remembered that her keys were still in the ignition! And those were not just her car keys – her house keys were on the same set. A cold sweat broke out on her brow and she let out an unhappy whimper. With a mounting sense of panic, she tried the rear door, then peered through the windows to see if either of the doors on the passenger side was unlocked. No luck.
The reality of her predicament hit her with full force, and she almost burst into tears: she was locked out of her car, with no way to contact her husband or any of her friends, and her panties beneath her knee-length skirt were practically overflowing with an enormous amount of poo. She could feel it around her buttocks, and everywhere between her legs, and even up around her lower abdomen, above her pussy.
With a pounding heart, she walked slowly back towards the building. A stiff turd was nuzzling between her labia and rubbing back and forth over her clitoris as she walked … which was disgusting, but she could hardly stop and rearrange it – cars and pedestrians were constantly passing on two sides of the parking lot. There was no way she could empty out her panties, or even shift their contents, without attracting unwelcome attention.
She took a deep breath as she opened the front door. Inside the building was another door; she opened that too. And then she was inside. She glanced left and right; nobody was coming. Clenching her fists, she waddled as fast as she dared towards the aisle where she and Marcus worked. She passed a cubicle occupied by Fay Kilpatrick, who was chatting on the phone and barely glanced up.
Kim turned down her aisle and was soon at Marcus’s desk. He too was on the phone. Kim motioned to him desperately, knowing that every second she stood here, the awful smell was spreading outwards. But Marcus merely held up a finger, indicating she should wait.
So Kim waited … for five seconds. Then she hammered her fists on the top of the partition, her eyes wild with desperation. Marcus looked taken aback. “Sue, I’ll have to call you back,” he said. “Don’t worry, I’ll get this taken care of.” He put the phone down. “What?” he demanded. Then he sniffed, and frowned.
“I had an accident!” Kim hissed. “Please could you take me home – quickly!”
Marcus’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened. “You’re kidding!”
“No I’m not kidding!” whispered Kim urgently. “And my car battery’s flat. Please!”
A smile came to Marcus’s lips. He nodded. “Of course,” he said. “I just have a couple of calls to make before I can get away with skipping out of here early.” He fished in his pocket and pulled out his keys, which he handed to her. “Here – go and get into my car. I’ll be out in five minutes.”
“Thank you!” said Kim gratefully, taking the keys. “Your car’s round the back?” When Marcus nodded, she pursed her lips, then waddled back towards the front door. She did not want to leave a smelly trail throughout the entire office. Once outside, she walked down the length of the building, turned at the end, and crossed the grassy area to get to the other parking lot. For the entire way she was acutely aware of the thick turd which had become lodged between her labia and was sliding back and forth over her clitoris with each step. By the time she reached Marcus’s car, she was feeling a distinct glow emanating from her loins.
Unlocking the passenger door, she stared down at the spotless upholstery and bit her lip. Marcus clearly took good care of his car, and she would feel awful if she messed it up with her poo. Perhaps he had something she could spread out beneath her… But a quick search of the back seats, the floor behind the front seats, and the trunk yielded nothing useful. With a sigh of unhappy resignation, she carefully climbed in, keeping her bottom off the seat, then she removed her skirt and spread it out on the seat. Lowering herself down, she shuddered as once again she felt her poo squish around her pussy and buttocks.
She really did not want Marcus to see her panties, let alone the fact that they were bulging on all sides with her poo. But her skirt was not quite wide enough to pull up over the top of her legs on either side. Reluctantly she had to settle for keeping her purse on her lap. This left the sides of her panties visible at her hips, but at least Marcus wouldn’t be able to see any of the bulginess. She put the key in the ignition and turned it just enough so that she could lower the windows. Then she leaned back and waited, hoping Marcus would not be long.
True to his word, Marcus appeared a little over five minutes later. He climbed into the driver’s seat, and smiled at her. “You okay?” he said. His glance dropped to her hip, where the thin white strip of the side of her panties was visible.
Kim’s cheeks flushed, and she put her hand over her hip. “Fine thanks,” she replied. “Let’s just go.”
He started the car. “You’ll have to direct me,” he said.
Kim sighed. “Well I’ve been thinking,” she said. “Unfortunately my house keys are in my car – I accidentally locked them in.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Ah,” he said. “When does John get home?”
“He doesn’t,” she replied. “Not until tomorrow, anyway.”
“So how are you going to get in?” inquired Marcus.
“That’s just it – I can’t,” said Kim. “I guess I could stay at a friend’s, but the fewer people that know about my accident, the better…”
Marcus nodded. “Come and clean up at my place,” he said. “Then you can call your friend and I can take you there.”
“Are you sure?” said Kim. “It’s a lot to ask…”
“It’s no problem,” Marcus assured her. He pulled out of the parking space and drove up to the stop sign. Then he pulled out into the traffic.
Kim was feeling more and more miserable by the moment. She felt disgusting and humiliated, and hyper-aware of the poo cradling her nether regions. Tears rolled down her cheeks and her shoulders shook as she tried not to sob loudly in front of Marcus.
“Hey, hey, hey,” said Marcus gently, his expression one of concern. “There’s no need for that, Kim. Nobody knows about this but me, and I’m certainly not going to tell anyone else.”
“Yes, but you know,” sniffled Kim. “That’s bad enough.”
“Well you don’t need to worry about me being disgusted or anything,” said Marcus, “because I’m not.”
“Nice of you to say so,” muttered Kim, unconvinced.
Twenty-five minutes later, they were approaching Marcus’s house. “Oh crap!” said Marcus suddenly, slamming on the brakes and pulling in towards the kerb. Kim slid forward on her slippery cushion of poo, her clitoris ploughing through the brown mess. She put her hands forward automatically to brace herself,
but was checked by her seat-belt.
“What?” she demanded.
“My dad’s there,” said Marcus, noting the car in his driveway. “Damn – he’s probably fixing the shower.” He glanced down and noticed Kim’s panties, now uncovered, bulging with poo at the front. His eyes widened.
“Uh-oh,” said Kim. “How long do you think he’ll take? Will he wait for you to get back?”
“He might,” admitted Marcus, tearing his eyes away from Kim’s panties with difficulty. “But he’ll give up eventually I suppose. Are you okay with waiting for a while?”
“I don’t see that I have much choice,” said Kim, “but I hope we don’t have to wait too long. What do we do in the meantime though? Just drive around?”
“That’s going to get old pretty quickly,” said Marcus. “We could go to the park if you like – stretch our legs, get some fresh air…”
“A park? Won’t there be people there?”
“It’s a big stretch of woodland – lots of trails,” said Marcus. “We’re unlikely to meet anyone, especially if we go off the beaten track.”
“Is it far? How will we know when your dad leaves?”
“Not far,” said Marcus. “And we won’t – but we could come back in an hour or so and see.”
Kim sighed. “I just want to get clean – is that too much to ask?”
“Is it uncomfortable?” inquired Marcus.
Kim glanced at him, and caught him looking at her panties. She quickly covered them with her hands. “Marcus!” she snapped.
“I’m sorry!” he blurted out. “It’s just … incredibly sexy!”
Kim’s cheeks reddened. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”
“Well I’m sorry,” said Marcus, his courage getting the better of his good sense. “But I’ve been wanting to tell you this for such a long time, Kim. I think you’re beautiful – and sexy. I know you’re married and everything, and I’m not trying to make a move or anything, but I just want you to know that you’re a very hot lady. You always dress so elegantly, your skirts are always so feminine and sexy, and … I mean, I work with a bunch of women my own age, but none of them can hold a candle to you – you’re prettier than all of them.” His own cheeks had reddened considerably by this time, and now his courage was ebbing away. “I’m sorry,” he added in a smaller voice. “It just had to be said.”
Kim was flattered despite herself, though still very uncomfortable. “Well … thank you,” she said. “But I don’t feel terribly sexy right now.”
“But you are!” insisted Marcus, turning towards her with an almost imploring look on his face. “Kim, though you didn’t know it, you picked absolutely the best person to help you out in this situation. You see, I meant it when I said I wasn’t disgusted. I find the whole concept of a woman pooping in her panties to be highly erotic. The fact that you’ve done it … well, this is like a dream come true for me!”
Kim was rather taken aback. “You’re … enjoying this?”
Marcus nodded. “I’m sorry!” he said. “I can’t help enjoying it. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to help you get cleaned up as soon as possible. But I thought you’d want to know that I certainly don’t think any less of you for this – in fact it’s made you even sexier in my view.”
Kim held up a hand. “Okay, you need to stop going on about how sexy I am,” she said. “I’m a married woman, and you’re out of line.”
“Sorry,” said Marcus, cowed.
Kim, now that she had the power back, shrugged. “All right, let’s go check out this park. I suppose it’s something to do – as long as we don’t meet anyone.”
Marcus turned the car around in a nearby driveway, and drove to the park, which was just five minutes away. He parked in a secluded spot beneath a large maple, and noted with satisfaction that there was only one other car in the unpaved parking lot. “Okay,” he said, “fancy a walk?”
“Not really,” said Kim. She did not want to admit that walking made her poo rub unpleasantly against her clitoris. “I suppose we might as well get out of this smelly car, though.”
“And into the trees, just in case other people turn up,” said Marcus.
Kim nodded, and lifted her bottom off the seat. “Don’t look,” she said.
Marcus got out of the car while Kim was putting her skirt back on. Then she got out too, and they wandered slowly into the trees. Kim looked around. “It’s nice here,” she said. “Peaceful.”
“It is,” agreed Marcus.
“We should find a place where I can empty my underwear,” said Kim.
“Oh,” said Marcus, disappointed. “You wouldn’t rather wait until we get to my house?”
Kim frowned at him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Marcus grinned impishly, and nodded. Kim chuckled.
As they continued walking, the poo rubbing against Kim’s clitoris was making her a little breathless. Instead of trying to resist the sensations, however, she now allowed herself to enjoy them. Five minutes later, she was feeling distinctly horny … and guilty for it.
“May I see?” said Marcus suddenly, turning towards her.
“I’m sorry?” she said in surprise.
“Please?” he begged. “Like I said, this is a dream come true for me. Please let me see, just so that I can have that memory?”
He looked so desperate. Kim smiled. “I don’t think so, Marcus. I don’t think my husband would like it if I let another man look at my bottom.”
“You needn’t tell him,” Marcus pleaded. “You’re surely not going to tell him about having an accident, are you?”
Kim shrugged. “I don’t know – I might. He’ll probably find it funny.”
“Please – just a little look?”
In truth, Kim was feeling a little naughty. She was starting to enjoy the feeling of the poo rubbing her clitoris, and the idea of going for a walk with poo in her panties was so … forbidden. Perhaps Marcus was right – it was a little erotic.
“All right,” she said. “Just a little look.”
Marcus’s eyes widened. “Really?” he asked, astonished. “Wow! Thank you, thank you!”
Kim reached down, grabbed a handful of her skirt on each side, and hoisted it up around her waist, turning away from Marcus as she did so. Marcus gasped as Kim’s hemline cleared her bulging panties, and he dropped to his knees behind her, staring in amazement at the stretched and brown-stained material just a couple of feet before his eyes.
“This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen!” he said in tones of utmost awe.
Kim chuckled, and wiggled her bottom back and forth. Marcus laughed in delight. “Oh, that was fantastic!” he exclaimed. “I swear, Kim, you must be the sexiest woman in the world!”
Kim smiled, and wiggled again – this time a little more slowly, and for longer. Marcus watched, transfixed. “Wow…” he breathed. “Kim – I know this is terrible of me … but can I please touch it?”
Kim dropped her skirt back into place. “I think I’ve been generous enough in letting you have a look,” she said.
“Oh you have!” said Marcus. “More than generous – you went above and beyond. And I’ll treasure this moment forever. But please – I just want to get as much as possible out of this experience – after all, it’s never likely to happen again.”
Kim sighed. “Marcus, looking is one thing, but touching me definitely crosses a line.”
“But what if I don’t actually touch you?” asked Marcus desperately. “I’ll just feel your poop through your panties, and not touch your skin. I just want to feel it squish. Won’t that be okay?”
“None of this is ‘okay’,” said Kim, but the thought of the poo squishing against her skin again did have a certain appeal… She sighed again, but this time it was at least partly for show. “All right,” she said, gathering her skirt back up around her waist again.
“Oh wow!” said Marcus, excited beyond his capacity to adequately express. He reached out and gingerly cupped part of Kim’s hugely bulging panties with his hand. He slowly pushed upwards, forcing the poo in between her buttocks, and was both surprised and gratified to hear her gasp slightly.
Kim knew she should make him stop, as he started to slowly rub the large mass of poo back and forth between her buttocks, but … it felt so good… She found herself arching her back slightly and sticking her bottom out, even shuffling her feet apart a bit. She almost objected when she felt his hand slide between her legs to cup the poo beneath her pussy, but then he started to rub that poo around, and it felt … sensational. A moan escaped her lips.
Then Marcus was on his feet and standing before her, taking her in his arms, kissing her… And she was kissing him back… And then his hand was under her pussy again, squishing the poo around, and his finger was pressing through to rub her clitoris through the material of her panties and a thin, slippery layer of poo. And she did not want him to stop. This was so wrong…
In an almost dreamlike state she realized she was now lying on the ground, with Marcus on top of her, their tongues still entwining around each other. Marcus had pulled her panties to one side and was rubbing her clit directly … and then he was sliding a finger inside her. She spread her legs and disengaged from the kiss. “God, Marcus, just fuck me,” she whispered.
He did not need telling twice, and within seconds was sliding his erection into her very wet vagina. As he thrust himself in and out of her, he grabbed a handful of poo from her panties and brought it up to her chest, mashing it into her breast through her blouse, and rubbing it around.
This naughty, filthy act sent Kim over the edge. She bucked and moaned in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around Marcus’s back and attempting to pull him deeper inside her. She did not care when he tore her blouse open, with complete disregard for her buttons, and started to tug clumsily at her bra with one poo-covered hand. Eventually he settled for slipping his hand under the cup, whereupon he squeezed her breast firmly, but not painfully.
“God, Kim, you are the hottest woman ever,” whispered Marcus as he thrust deep inside her. “I can’t believe we’re having sex!”
“Neither can I!” gasped Kim. She was already regretting this, but it was too late to stop now. She felt naughty and dirty and disgusting – and she was revelling in it. Now all she wanted was for Marcus to come inside her … and hopefully to climax again herself.
But Marcus pulled out suddenly, and pushed himself up into a kneeling position. “I want to see you naked,” he said. “Can we take your clothes off?”
Kim felt suddenly self-conscious. She was proud of her body, but nevertheless it would not look very youthful to a young man of twenty-four. Her breasts were not nearly as firm as they had been twenty years ago, her abdomen betrayed two pregnancies (now full-grown men, both older than Marcus), and despite a daily exercise routine, her hips and thighs were neither as toned or as cellulite-free as she could wish.
Marcus sensed her unease, and smiled down at her. “Trust me to find you beautiful all the way down to your toes,” he said.
He helped her out of her blouse, skirt, bra and shoes, leaving her wearing just her poo-filled panties. “Those we’ll leave on,” he said with a grin. “And Kim, you are beautiful all over.”
Kim smiled as she lay back on her skirt and blouse, which they had spread out beneath her so that she would not get scratched by the twigs, pine needles, and other elements of the leaf litter. Marcus stripped off his own clothes, then he lay down on top of her and pulled her panties aside. Taking a golf ball-sized chunk of poo from her panties, he pressed it against her vaginal opening. As he applied more pressure, it was gradually engulfed, and then he used his erection to push it deep inside her.
As he resumed his thrusting, he kissed her on the lips, and she responded hungrily. He caressed her breast with his right hand while he supported his weight on his left, and then he reached down to her panties and retrieved a handful of poo, which he mashed into her breast and rubbed all around.
As his climax approached, he transferred his weight to his other hand, and repeated the process for her left breast. Then he went back for yet more poo, and used it to entirely cover Kim’s chest. Kim moaned aloud and shuddered in her second orgasm, and, seconds later, Marcus groaned as he spurted his semen up against Kim’s poo-covered cervix.
Panting, he grinned down at her. “This has been the greatest sexual experience of my life,” he said. “If it never happens again, I’ll be happy with just the memories of this. But I would really love for it to happen again.”
Kim sighed. Now that she was coming off her arousal high, she was beginning to feel simply disgusting, and guilty. “It must never happen again,” she said. “It shouldn’t have happened at all. Not that it wasn’t great … and I thank you for giving me this experience … but I’ve really let my husband down and I’m feeling pretty bad about that.”
Marcus kissed her on the cheek. “Well you’re an amazing woman, Kim, and I think the world of you. But I won’t try to pressure you or anything … and hopefully we can both carry on at work without anything weird between us.”
“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “I appreciate that.” But she could feel Marcus’s erection beginning to grow again inside her. “Um … are you going to take that out of me anytime soon?”
He slowly slid it almost all the way out, then he slid it back in. Then out, then in. “Tell me to take it out,” he said, “and I’ll take it out.”
Kim, whose arousal was beginning to grow again, was torn. But, “Take it out please,” she said.
With a small sigh of regret, Marcus did so. As he got to his feet, he looked down at his poo-smeared loins. “The park has a lake not far from here,” he said. “We can wash the poop off us there.”
He helped Kim to her feet, and she put on her shoes. “Ugh – all my clothes are messy,” she said.
Marcus had fared better – only the bottom of his shirt bore any trace of poo. He had pulled his jeans and jockey shorts down before entering her for the first time, and he had actually pulled his shirt up, although apparently part of it must have slipped down again.
Naked and carrying their clothes at arm’s length, they walked to the lake, and cautiously peered out from the cover of the trees to see if anybody was in sight. They spotted no-one, so they stepped into the shallows and quickly washed all of the poo off themselves. Marcus, who finished first, watched Kim admiringly as she washed her breasts. “Wow Kim, you really are beautiful.”
“That’s enough of that,” said Kim, reddening. “I’d appreciate it if you looked elsewhere.”
Marcus dampened the bottom of his shirt where it had got a little messy, and managed to get it pretty much clean. Then, having wiped off as much water as possible with his hands, he put his clothes back on. “What are we going to do about your clothes?” he asked Kim. “They’re pretty much beyond salvage.”
Kim looked worriedly at her pile of messy clothes, with her panties, still containing a large mass of poo, sitting on the top. “Well I’ll have to wear something in the car,” she said.
Marcus mischievously picked up her panties, taking care not to lose any of the poo inside. “These?” he suggested innocently. “Go on – I dare you to put them on.”
Kim shook her head as she looked at them, though she did seem conflicted. “I really need clean clothes,” she said. “I’m actually getting pretty worried.”
“Relax,” said Marcus reassuringly. “I won’t let anything bad happen. Come on – let’s get back to the car – we can dump your clothes in the trunk and put you in the back seat.”
“Naked?” said Kim. “You’re kidding! Every truck, pickup or SUV is going to be able to see me even if I’m lying down.”
“Hmm,” said Marcus. “Well I suppose I could drive on my own to Walmart, pick up a change of clothes for you, and then come back here.”
“That’s even worse! I’m not having you leaving me here alone when I’m naked!” protested Kim.
“You’re less likely to be seen if you’re here,” countered Marcus. “But fine – the only other alternative is to put your messy clothes back on.”
Kim sighed. “I just got clean,” she said. She looked around nervously. “How long do you think it would take you to pick up some clothes for me at Walmart and get back here?”
“Twenty minutes,” said Marcus. “Twenty-five at the outside. Trust me – nobody’s likely to come along here in that time.”
“All right,” she said. “I guess I’ll wait here then – and hide.”
Marcus smiled. “Okay,” he said. He looked down at the pile of clothes, where flies were already swarming over the poo and no doubt laying eggs. “I’d better take these clothes with me and throw them out.”
“I think I’d rather you left them here,” said Kim, “just in case I need them.”
“I could,” he agreed with a shrug, “but it’s going to keep attracting more and more flies … and possibly some people might come to investigate the smell.”
Kim shuddered. “All right,” she said. “Take them with you then. And yes, you might as well throw them out – I don’t think any amount of washing will fully get the poop out.”
Marcus carefully gathered up the clothes, ensuring that only clean parts touched his own clothing and skin. The panties, still full of poo, were right in the middle and surrounded by Kim’s blouse and skirt.
“I’ll see you in a few minutes then,” he said. “Stay hidden.”
Kim nodded and made her way over to a tree as Marcus took one last admiring look at her naked body before heading back towards his car. He was about to dump Kim’s clothes in the back seat when he noticed a large dumpster on the far side of the parking lot. He carried the clothes over to it, and tossed them in.
Returning to his car, he drove along the dirt track back to the main road and turned right, heading towards Walmart. He chuckled to himself as he imagined Kim waiting back in the woods, completely naked apart from her shoes. As he approached a four-way junction, at which a flashing yellow light signalled caution, he pondered what clothes he should buy for Kim. Naturally he would not let her reimburse him – after all, it was sort of his fault that her clothes had been ruined. A pickup truck was approaching from the left, but he paid it little heed, knowing that the driver would have to stop at the corresponding flashing red light.
But the pickup truck did not even slow down. With mounting horror, Marcus realised that the driver had not even seen him. He pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator, but it was too late to save him from a collision. The truck slammed into the side of his car, towards the rear, spinning it crazily around. Marcus yelled in terror as he frantically tried to steer his out-of-control vehicle, but he could not stop it from skidding off the edge of the road and down a short hill. He was convinced the car was about to roll over, but then it thudded to a halt with tall rushes pressing against his window.
Utterly shaken, he sat still for a few moments, trying to collect his wits. He reached down and unfastened his seat-belt, then he tried to open his door. It was stuck. The car was sitting on a slope, so that he had to climb up a forty-five degree angle to get to the passenger door. He pushed it open, and climbed out.
“Hey buddy, are you all right?” came a concerned voice from the top of the hill above him. He looked up and saw a large, bearded man in a check shirt and baseball cap.
“I think so,” said Marcus. He started to climb up towards the road.
“You’re bleeding!” said the man.
This came as a surprise to Marcus, who checked himself up and down before realising that he could feel wetness on his neck. He put a hand up to his head and felt more wetness, and a lump above his left ear. “I think I hit my head,” he said.
“I’ve called 911,” said the man, coming down the slope towards Marcus. “I’m really sorry buddy, I just didn’t see you!”
Marcus looked back down at his car, which was sitting at the edge of a small marsh with two wheels actually in the water. He was lucky the car had not rolled – he might have drowned.
Another car had just stopped by the side of the road, and a tall young man got out. “You guys okay?” he asked.
“Thanks, yeah,” said the bearded man.
“Need me to call 911?”
“Okay. Anything I can do?”
“Thanks, we’re all set.” The bearded man turned to Marcus. “My name’s Ricky,” he said. “Ricky Wallace. Yours?”
Marcus looked down at his car again. “What happened?” he asked.
Ricky’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t remember?”
Marcus shook his head, trying to think. “I was … I was at work. No wait – I was driving Kim home, I think. Where’s Kim?” He was suddenly alarmed.
“There’s a woman in there?” asked Ricky, peering down into the car. “I don’t see anyone.”
Marcus sat down. “I suppose I must have taken her home already. I don’t remember.”
“Sounds like you’re concussed,” said Ricky. “You’ll need to go to the hospital, I guess.”
Then a state trooper arrived, followed by an ambulance a few minutes later…
Kim shivered. The sun was setting and still Marcus had not returned. It had been over an hour – where on Earth was he??? The two possibilities that immediately occurred to her were that he had either left her here deliberately, which she doubted, or that something had happened to prevent him from getting back to her. If the latter, was it something serious, like an accident? Had his car broken down? Or had he perhaps run into difficulties buying clothes for her? She wished she had her phone! And clothes!
Another half-hour passed, and it was starting to get dark. Now she was really worried. However was she going to get home if Marcus did not return? The thought made a sense of panic rise within her.
She resolved not to wait any longer. She had to get home, and if that meant letting a stranger see her naked, then so be it. Putting her right hand over her pussy and her left arm over her breasts, she started trotting back towards the parking lot.
It was empty, so she started walking back along the track to the main road, keeping to one side to minimise her exposure. As she approached the road, her heart pounded in trepidation. A car was coming, and she realised she would have to uncover part of herself in order to wave it down.
Quickly deciding that she would rather expose her breasts than her pussy, she waved frantically with her left hand as the car approached. Its tyres squealed as it came to a halt about twenty yards beyond her, and she hurried towards it, replacing her arm over her breasts.
The back door opened. Inside were three boys in their late teens. Two other boys of a similar age occupied the driver and passenger seats. All of them were grinning at her.
“Oh,” said Kim. “I was hoping for a ride, but I guess there’s no room.”
“You can sit on my lap, lady,” said the middle boy in the back, grinning broadly and patting his thighs.
Kim could see bulges growing in the crotches of all three. She shook her head nervously. “I think I’ll wait for another car,” she said.
“Oh come on, we can’t leave you here all alone and naked,” said the boy nearest to her. “I’m Justin. This is Greg, and this is Todd. In the front there is Jimmy behind the wheel, and Stewie. What’s your name?”
“Kim,” said Kim. “But seriously…”
“The next car might not stop,” said Greg, the boy in the middle. “Come on, Kim – we won’t bite.”
Kim felt rather uncomfortable, but they seemed like nice enough boys. It was only natural that they should get a little aroused at the sight of a naked woman. She was even a little flattered. “All right,” she said, climbing in.
They helped her in, their hands touching her bottom and brushing against her breasts as they manoeuvred her into position on Greg’s lap.
“Hey, now I can’t see behind us,” said Jimmy, looking in the rear-view mirror.
Todd burst out laughing. “You’re complaining that your view is obstructed by a naked woman?”
“No problem,” said Justin immediately. “Kim, why don’t you turn towards me and swing your legs up to lie across all our laps.”
They ‘helped’ her into this position, and leaned Kim back against the door next to Todd. Greg had left his hand on her thigh, his fingers just inches from her pussy.
“Just don’t take advantage, all right?” said Kim warningly. “If you’re gentlemen, you’ll offer me something to wear.” She would have pushed Greg’s hand away, but she could not do so without uncovering something.
“So where are we taking you?” asked Jimmy.
Kim described where she lived, and Jimmy set off.
“What happened to your clothes?” asked Greg.
“Long story,” said Kim, “which I’m not about to repeat. Do any of you have a cell phone I could use?”
“Here,” said Justin, handing her his.
Kim immediately realised, of course, that she could not take it without exposing herself – nor, for that matter, could she make a call. She sighed and reached out with her left hand to take the phone; all three of the boys in the back cheered at the sight of her breasts.
“Don’t be jerks,” she muttered, while dialling her friend Mary’s number. She got Mary’s answering machine, and cursed. Hanging up, she tried another friend. Fortunately this one answered. “Hi Cindy,” she said.
“Hi Kim – what’s up?”
“I’ve locked myself out of my house,” said Kim. “Um, and I don’t have any clothes on…”
There was a gasp. “Are you serious?”
“Yes! Can you please come and get me?” She jumped as she felt Todd’s hand on her left breast, and she turned to glare at him.
“Sure – I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Oh – well, actually I’m not there right now. I’ll be there myself in twenty.” Todd was now squeezing and caressing her breast, and Greg’s hand was sliding between her thighs and moving up to her pussy.
“You’re not … so where the heck are you then?”
“Don’t ask! I’ll explain when I see you.”
“Okay! See you in twenty.”
Kim hung up and handed the phone back to Justin. “Enough!” she said, covering her breasts again and pushing Todd’s hand away. “You too … whatever your name is,” she said to Greg.
Greg chuckled. “I’ll stop if you remember my name,” he said, reaching her pussy with his index finger, and brushing it up and down against her labia.
Justin had removed her shoes and was pulling her ankles apart. “I don’t remember your name,” said Kim nervously, uncovering her right breast so she could push Greg’s hand away from her pussy. Immediately Todd cupped that breast and started squeezing it again, while attempting to worm his other hand between her left hand and her left breast.
Greg gently took hold of Kim’s wrist and held it at bay while he continued to stroke her pussy with his fingers. Stewie, in the passenger seat, had turned around a few seconds ago, and now he took hold of her left knee and pulled it into the gap between the front seats. This of course exposed Kim’s pussy even more, and Greg chuckled as he slid his middle finger up and down between her labia, stroking her clitoris.
“Stop that!” Kim pleaded.
“You’re pretty wet down there,” he remarked, grinning. “There’s no point protesting – obviously you’re enjoying this.” He eased his finger, slick with her juices, into her vagina.
Kim shuddered. “Boys, please don’t do this,” she said, as Justin hoisted her right leg upwards until he could hook her calf over the back of the seat. Meanwhile, Stewie had pulled her foot through the gap between the front seats, and he was now reaching back to stroke her upper thigh.
Kim closed her eyes as Greg introduced a second finger. She hated that this was happening to her, but could not help feeling aroused at the sensations of having four strong young men caressing her naked body with their hands…
“How old are you, if you don’t mind my asking?” inquired Justin.
“Forty-six!” gasped Kim.
Various exclamations of surprise were uttered. “Hell of a body you’ve got there for forty-six!” said Stewie.
“Thank you,” said Kim, spreading her legs a little wider apart and grinding her pussy against Greg’s fingers.
“Jeez, she’s older than my Mom!” said Justin.
“Mine too,” said Todd as he tweaked her nipples between his fingers.
“God,” said Greg, feverishly unbuttoning his jeans, “I’ve just got to fuck this woman!”
“No!” said Kim, but she barely struggled, and soon Greg was sliding his erection inside her. The others cheered. Vaguely Kim was aware that the car was stopping. The door next to Justin was opened, and Greg repositioned himself so that he was lying on top of her, his feet sticking out of the open door. Grinning down at her flushed face, he started thrusting for all he was worth.
“Oh God!” moaned Kim.
Todd had let go of her breasts so that he could open his door, too. Now he got out and went around to the other side of the car so that he could await his turn with the others.
It took Greg just over two minutes to come inside Kim. Panting, he climbed off her and backed out of the door, whereupon Justin, having pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees, climbed in and positioned himself on top of Kim. As he guided his thickly erect penis into her vagina, she did not resist.
“Fuck, you’re a real slut aren’t you?” he murmured into her ear.
Kim felt stung by this accusation, but deep down she was already feeling guilty, partly for not putting up more of a fight with these young men, but mostly for having sex with Marcus. For almost twenty-eight years she had been completely faithful to her husband, and now, in just one day, she had turned into a complete … yes, she supposed ‘slut’ was the right word. She wrapped her legs around Justin, pulling him deeper into her.
He groaned as he climaxed, and for a full minute lay panting on top of her. The others started to get impatient.
“Hey,” said Stewie from outside the car. “My turn!”
Justin climbed out of the car, pulling his jeans back up, and Stewie took his place on top of Kim. He plunged himself inside her, causing her to moan with pleasure, and then he began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. He, too, whispered in Kim’s ear, but his words were very different from Justin’s.
“You are an incredible, hot, sexy woman,” he murmured. “Thank you for letting us do this.”
Kim opened her eyes in surprise, and smiled at him. “Believe it or not, I’ve never cheated on my husband before today,” she said. “I’m not normally like this.”
For some reason Stewie found this incredibly arousing. “Then why?” he said, quickening the pace of his thrusting.
Kim moaned with pleasure. “You guys found me … in a very vulnerable situation,” she gasped. “And you totally … took advantage of me. I’ve always been very much … in control. Being so … taken advantage of … felt very … erotic…”
“But why were you naked in the first place?” asked Stewie.
“Less talking, more fucking!” said Jimmy, who could not hear what was being said, but was sure it was delaying things.
Kim was glad of the excuse not to answer the question, however, and simply closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Stewie’s erection pistoning in and out of her vagina. Then she opened her eyes wide again as she felt Stewie’s lips on hers. She was not at all sure she wanted to kiss any of these boys … but, on the other hand, since they were already fucking her… She parted her lips and allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth. He was a good kisser, and she was soon responding with enthusiasm. Somehow this kiss made the whole thing seem even dirtier, and more erotic.
Stewie broke off from the kiss in order to breathe. He was panting hard as his climax approached, and then he groaned as he spurted his semen deep inside Kim. “Oh God,” he murmured. “Thank you Kim – I’ll remember this evening … and you … for always.”
“You’re sweet,” she said with a smile. Then it occurred to her to say something very dirty and self-demeaning, and the thought gave her shivers. She waited until Stewie was out of the car, so that he would not think it a dismissal, then said, “Next!”
Jimmy grinned as he clambered into the back seat and lowered himself on to her. She was dripping a mixture of semen and her own juices, and his erection slid into her with almost no resistance. “Ugh,” he complained. “Sloppy fourths.” Nevertheless he fucked her for about two minutes before giving up. “There’s no friction!” he said. “Can I fuck your ass instead?”
Kim grimaced. She had never experienced anal sex before – her husband had never been interested. And prior to meeting him, she had only had one boyfriend – he had wanted to try it, but she had not let him. “What the hell,” she said. “Go for it.” She was about to add “Be gentle”, but she stopped herself – she was not at all sure that she wanted him to be gentle. She pulled her knees up to her chest, giving him easier access to her anus.
In fact he was not very gentle, but at least he was well lubricated. As he slid deep into her rectum, he sighed with pleasure. “Ohhh, yes, this feels great,” he said. He pounded his hips against her buttocks for a little over a minute before groaning and collapsing on top of her. Kim felt a little rush of fluid inside her bowel.
Jimmy pulled out and retreated out of the car. Now it was Todd’s turn, and he too chose to sink his erection into her anus. He kissed her, and she responded hungrily, sucking on his tongue and exploring his mouth with her own. After a few minutes, he pulled out of her anus and thrust himself into her vagina. A moment later, he came with a groan.
Jimmy had got back into the driver’s seat, and Stewie into the passenger’s side. Todd climbed off Kim, went around the car, opened the door next to Kim’s head, and she sat up to let him in. Then Greg climbed in, and she lifted her bottom so that he could scoot underneath her. Finally Justin took his place, and closed the door.
They set off, and Greg resumed fingering Kim’s semen-filled vagina, while Todd went back to playing with her breasts. “Jimmy’s throwing a party next weekend,” said Todd to Kim. “Would you like to come?”
She shook her head. “No, this is just a one-time thing, boys,” she said.
Stewie turned around in his seat. “Ohhh, please come! You’ll have a lot of fun,” he said.
Justin found a pen and a piece of paper, and began writing. “Here’s the address, along with the date and time,” he said, handing it to Kim. “I somehow think you’ll be there.”
“Wear something really sexy,” said Todd. “Like a micro-mini and a see-through top or something.”
“Boys, I told you,” said Kim. “Once I get home, this is all over.”
Greg smiled down at her as he stroked her g-spot. “Oh, I think you’ll be there,” he said. “Lots of good-looking young men like us. We’ll make sure you have a great time.”
Kim moaned and arched her back, loving the sensations produced by Greg’s fingers inside her. As she approached orgasm, however, he slowed down. “Keep going, keep going!” Kim urged. “I’m almost there!”
“I can tell,” said Greg, grinning. “I’ll get you off, don’t you worry.”
Fifteen minutes later, as Greg was bringing Kim to the brink of her climax for the fourth time, Jimmy brought the car to a halt outside Kim’s house. Justin, who had noticed a middle-aged lady walking her dog, waited until the woman drew level with them before opening his door.
“OH GOOOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!” moaned Kim, her hips bucking in the throes of a powerful orgasm. With her eyes closed, she did not see the woman outside looking in at her, a scandalized expression on her face.
“We’re here,” announced Jimmy. “Thanks for a lovely evening Kim.”
Kim lay panting for a moment, then she opened her eyes. By this time the woman with the dog had moved on, but Kim was nevertheless rather anxious at the sight of the open door. “Okay – well, thanks for the ride,” she said awkwardly as she sat up and shuffled along Greg’s and Justin’s laps on her way to the door. “Where are my shoes?”
“I think we’ll keep them as a souvenir,” said Justin. “You can have them back if you come to our party next weekend.”
Kim shuddered. She liked those shoes, but she supposed she could do without them. “All right, well, bye then,” she said. She got out of the car and closed the door behind her.
Justin wound down his window. “See you next weekend, Kim,” he said with a grin. He and the others laughed as they drove off.
“Kim?” said a shocked voice nearby.
Kim turned to see Elaine Devers, her gossip-mongering neighbour, standing just a few yards away with her poodle at her side. Kim squealed and covered her breasts and pussy with her hands. “Hello Elaine!” she said. “Can’t stop to talk.” She turned and ran around the side of her house to hide behind her husband’s pickup. She was horribly embarrassed. No doubt Elaine had seen the boys and heard their laughter – what on Earth would she be thinking now? What would she tell everybody she knew, the first chance she got? She shuddered.
Then another car pulled up outside her house, and Cindy got out. She approached the house, looking around uncertainly.
“Cindy!” said Kim, coming out from behind the pickup with her arms still strategically positioned.
Cindy put a hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you back to my place. I brought some clothes.”
“Thanks,” said Kim gratefully.
After a bath at Cindy’s house, she called Marcus. “What happened to you?” she demanded.
“I was in an accident! A damn pickup hit me and knocked my car into a pond.”
“Oh my God!” said Kim, her anger evaporating. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah – well, I got concussion. They’re keeping me in the hospital overnight, but they say I should be fine to leave in the morning. Funny thing is, though, I don’t remember what happened. There’s this whole blank period in my memory.”
“Really?” said Kim, a glimmer of hope stirring within her. “What do you remember?”
There was a pause. “I remember being at work … and I have this brief recollection of driving home with you … but I can’t remember why you were with me. Why were you with me?”
“I’d locked my keys in my car,” she said.
“Oh. Well, the next thing I remember is standing at the edge of the road, looking down at my car which was stuck in the pond.”
Kim almost laughed with relief. “You don’t remember anything else?”
“No – if you could fill in some of the gaps, I’d be grateful.”
“Sure,” she said. “We’ll talk about it when you come back to work. I’m guessing that won’t be tomorrow, though?”
“Okay – well I’ll see you then. Sorry to hear about your accident – I hope you’ll mend quickly.”
“Thanks – bye then.”
“Bye.” She hung up, and let out a happy sigh. So he didn’t remember that she had pooped in her panties! And that they had had sex! How extraordinarily fortunate – it looked like she was going to get away with her misdeeds after all.
And then she remembered Mrs Devers, and her smile disappeared. “Oh shit,” she said.
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