Iguana

Teah was making comments all week about having a pet iguana.  Her husband had no clue what Teah was talking about and just thought it was her country-bumpkin side surfacing again.  Little did he know, Teah was hiding something heinous that would leave her body by-way-of-anus.  One night Hance and Teah went down to the basement to play pool.  They had just been out dancing.  Teah stood holding her pool stick in a black sleeveless, stretch knit dress.  On her dress collar was a rhinestone martini pin that she may had purchased from some Avon catalogue.  The soft fabric felt wonderful on her skin and the deep V collar showed quite a bit of cleavage.  She watched him while he aimed his pool stick at the white ball.  Just as he pushed his stick back, Teah ripped a POOT of a fart, breaking his concentration.  He looked up her with a grin.  She moved over toward him with her pool stick in hand.  She leaned on the pool table with her tummy pressed on the edge.  Again, from beneath her mini dress came a loud SPUTTERED POOTING of noxious gases.  Teah smiled while she put a ball into the side pocket.  She stood straight rubbing her stomach to implore yet another cheek-smothered POOT.    She sat down on a bar stool nearby, legs crossed with a black lacy, evening slipper tottering on the front of her dainty little foot.  The 4 inch heel of the shoe was enamel-plated and looked glossy beneath her ticklish soles.  Hance put his pool cue at the white ball.  Teah sat with a feisty smirk and watched Hance move his stick to and back.  When he went to hit the ball, Teah bore down and blasted another gassy bomb.  She got up with her tiny dress 18 inches from her waist.  She clicked her enamel-plated heels on the floor while she walked and nudged Hance aside with her upside down heart-shaped rear end.  Teah’s behind looks so hot in that dress.  Hance watched her dress ride up a bit when she leaned over on the pool table edge.  His hand went for the back of her dress.  Teah’s ass bark-farted and Hance recoiled.  Ever time his hand came close to her round and soft buttocks, she ripped a warning fart that said, “Hands off”.  But Hance, despite her powerful fumes, lifted the back of her dress and caressed her sweet and luscious ass cheeks within a pair of black cotton, string side bikini panties.  He felt at the crevice of her underwear and pushed inward.  His fingertips felt her dampened anus through her panties.  That only meant one thing: she was about to unload a warm and fresh clay-turd mass from the depths of her bowels.  The scent of her sweat asshole was already filling the cool basement.  Hance said, “Show me your iguana.”

Teah sat her pool stick down and put both hand on the surface of the pool table.  Hance slowly pulled down her black cotton panties, slowly revealing her naked butt cheeks.  He got the underwear down around her juicy, drumstick thighs and pushed her dress up a bit.  She groaned deeply and each of her feet took 2 steps outward so that she was slightly bent at the knees.  She continued with affirmative groaning while Hance’s huge warm hands played around the area her livened back orifice.  His hands finally spread her buttocks open.  Teah’s rosebud was blowing innocent whispers, gassy signals from a masterpiece waiting deep within her brown-baring burrow.  Somewhere in her cavernous bowels was an awful wonder of bulked feces that she was just dying to turn loose on the outside world.  With her ass cheek still spread open, Teah felt the iguana coming.  Hance saw what looked like a monstrously brutal Payday candy bar press on the rim of his wife’s tender little anus, and then it disappeared with the contracting of her ring piece.  The odor was inhuman and rich with the wonders of her bowels.  Teah even dared to pick up her pool stick and continued the game.  While immobilized in her defecation stance, she knocked a ball into the corner pocket.

When she went to hit the next ball, a violent wave for gas followed by the movement of the turd threw her aim off.  She slammed the pool stick down like this was it.  It was the Big One.  Large, long and hard – Teah felt her iguana slithering its way downward.  Teah felt her rectal meats contracting.  She moaned passionately while her protracted, supple female poop-pipe nursed a well-formed motion closer and closer to the end of its digestive journey.  The terrible rectal pressure got her so very wet, and her snatch dribbled with hot secretions.  Hance saw the fat brown thing come out of his petite and shapely wife.  The bowel movement hung half out of her body at about 5 inches and was immensely thick and had a cracked, muddy surface texture in the middle, unlike its Payday texture at the start.  Hance grabbed a tall Champaign glass and put the mouth of the glass under Teah’s wobbling brown Beaver Tail.  The crackling sounds echoed in the glass as the turd slowly left her body.  The creamy end of the stool curled on the rim of the glass.  Hance showed Teah her log in the glass; she took the glass and set it on the pool table edge.  Teah cleaned herself up with some Wet-Naps, pulled up her panties, pulled down her dress and picked up her pool stick.  Hance leaned forward and took aim for the white ball.  Teah broke wind and his concentration.  She took aim and hit the last ball toward the corner pocket.  The ball bounced off the table boarder and stopped at the edge of the opposite corner pocket.  Hance smiled like he’d won.  But Teah stepped out of her lacy black, heel slippers, got up on the pool table and pulled down her panties.  She stooped down under the ball and out of her ass came some fecal clay to nudge the ball into the corner pocket.  The piece on turd plopped on the pool table surface.   Teah got off of the pool table and took her turd in a glass with triumph.