The Accident

by Kristina Katyn

   "Beautiful!" She exclaimed.

   "You look so pretty in that outfit.  Everyone will love you at the

reception."

   I passed through the opened door into Geraldine's hallway and watched in

the hall mirror as she looked me up and down, checking every detail.  As

she had requested, I wore my cream, elegantly cut, two-piece suit with the

short skirt and my smart new high-heels.  I saw that my brown hair tumbled

neatly just onto my shoulders, contrasting well with the blue and gold silk

scarf and the light colour of the suit.

   "And underneath?" Geraldine enquired.

   I carefully pulled up my skirt just enough to show her the lacy tops of

my glossy, sheer hold-up stockings and my flimsy, stretchy patterned

mainly-transparent white panties.  Geraldine liked me to look feminine. 

And sexy.

   "Perfect." She announced, leading me into the kitchen.  I followed

obediently.

   "What would she have in store for me today?" I wondered.

   - - -

   Geraldine looked so respectable in her well-shaped suit.  She was a

pillar of the local community, on the committees for most of the local

charities...no one would have believed that this divorced lady enjoyed the

regular attentions and obedience of one of the younger members of the

Summer Ball committee.

   She was a heroine to me.  So strong and commanding.  Even strong men

could not stand up to her when she wanted her own way.  Yet she remained a

charming and attractive lady.  And I was her adoring girlfriend and almost

her "slave" in private.

   - - -

   Five minutes later, I pulled my panties back up, smoothed my skirt down,

and twisted my hips awkwardly as my vagina tried to get used to the

ice-cold phallus which Geraldine had inserted deep into it.  I would never

have countenanced it if I had not myself watched her withdraw the

substantial, dark brown dildo, clad in a clear plastic condom, from the ice

compartment of her refrigerator.  And now the dildo was cold inside me, but

the ring of the condom extended just outside my vaginal lips - as if a man

had been inside me and had just withdrawn, leaving his protection behind.

   "What a strange colour, and texture." I observed.

   "Yes." Geraldine agreed.  "I made it myself.  Just for you.  It's frozen

to keep its shape."

   "Oh." I answered.  "Thank you."

   So Geraldine wanted to make me a special dildo, out of...frozen

plasticine...or what?  That was novel of her.  But she was never

predictable.

   - - -

   I followed Geraldine into the grand reception room, with its tall,

opened windows letting the midday sun shine in from the tree-lined square

outside.  The light, and Geraldine's entrance, brought the gathering alive.

People's faces lit up as she greeted them and they her.

   "Mrs Watson!  How wonderful you could come."

   "Hello Geraldine!  You must meet David."

   Geraldine introduced me to various important people.

   "This is Katrina.  She helps me with all the committee work."

   I noticed several men glancing my way admiringly as I elegantly stood

and chatted, glass of Champagne now in hand, with Geraldine's

well-connected friends and acquaintances.  The intrusion deep inside my

vagina kept me alert and rigid, as if designed to make me stand up properly

- straight and ladylike.  I caught the eye momentarily of an attractive,

dark-haired girl who conspiratorially glanced in my direction, suggestions

of sultry sex in her look.

   A well-dressed man named George introduced himself and smilingly talked

to me about his job selling yachts to people, most of whom seemed to live

in Monte Carlo or Palm Beach.  While listening to George expounding on

Monte Carlo...I felt something strange between my legs.  There was a

dampness, but a cold dampness, apparent in my panty gusset and high between

my thighs.  I awkwardly rubbed my thighs together to try to get rid of it.

   "Are you all right?" Asked George.

   "Oh yes.  I'm just feeling a little stiff today.  I did a heavy session

in the gym yesterday." I fabricated.

   The feeling went away, and I carried on speaking to George, aware also

that the dark-haired girl was lingering not too far away - as if to join in

the conversation at a convenient moment.  Geraldine was conversing in a

group near one of the open windows.

   As my glass of Champagne was filled up by one of the white-jacketed

waiters, I felt the wet feeling again.  I pressed my thighs together to

suppress it, my insides becoming more aware of the icy rod intimately

inside me.

   "My pussy must be getting wet with that huge dildo inside me." I thought

to myself.  "It will have to start warming up soon.  Why did Geraldine

freeze it so cold anyway?"

   The dark-haired girl wandered past and George greeted her.  He

introduced me to her, "Katrina, please let me introduce you to Charlotte."

   "Lovely to meet you Katrina." Said Charlotte, holding my gaze and my

hand firmly and warmly, and lingering a little.

   "She looks nice." I thought.  "And attractive."

   I noticed Geraldine glance over in my direction, as if to keep an eye on

what was going on.

   As I talked with George and Charlotte, I realized that the icy feeling

in my loins was slowly disappearing as my intrusion warmed up with my body

heat.  Even the feeling of size inside me (and the dildo was big) seemed to

be lessening as the cold disappeared.  I relaxed a little accordingly.

   Charlotte was explaining to me that she was an artist and a sculptress -

and maybe she should paint or sculpt me one day?  She was definitely

flirting with me.

   "Is she lesbian, or bisexual, or 'bi-curious', or teasing...?" I

wondered to myself.

   She touched my arm constantly.  I flinched slightly.  I found her very

attractive, but I knew that Geraldine would be keeping close tabs on me. 

But why should I limit myself to one middle-aged lady if a sexy young

artist liked me?  Charlotte was insistent and attentive, right in front of

George too!  I perceived Geraldine's eyes...boring a hole in my back.  I

had better be careful.  I did not want to offend Geraldine.

   Again something was happening between my legs.  Wetness...dripping. 

Dripping?  I tried to clutch my thighs together and tightened my pussy lips

as much as I could.  The fullness of the dildo, strangely, had disappeared.

But there was liquid welling in my panties, my thin, sexy panties without

even a proper gusset, the ones you could see everything through.

   I sensed a trickle of...of liquid, trailing down the skin of my upper

thigh, above my stockings, and then continuing on down my glossy leg. 

More...liquid...followed it.

   George and Charlotte had paused and their faces showed that...they

sensed something too.

   "That smell.  What is it?" I puzzled to myself.  Sour, acrid, nasty.

   I looked down at my stockinged foot in its fashionable, high-heeled

shoe. And saw the dark brown trail that led down my leg, onto my foot - and

onto the floor!  My panty crotch now felt squishy...and sloppy.  No amount

of thigh squeezing could disguise it.

   "Are you sure you are OK?" asked George.

   Charlotte looked at me quizically.

   "Oh no!  Oh no!  Oh my God!" I exclaimed silently to myself.  My mind

raced.  "It's coming out of me!  Out of my panties!  What is it?...That

smell!  It's...it's...the smell of...diarrhoea!  But...I'm fine!  I don't

have..."

   People were turning round to look in my direction now.  The room was

falling silent.  George and Charlotte were stepping back.  Nasty brown,

shitty liquid was trailing down my thighs in little streaks and pooling on

the floor.  It smelt foul.  I tried to brush it off my leg with my hand. 

Now my hand was covered in smelly, brown...  I could feel that the back of

my skirt was wet...stained

   A waiter paused, looked at me...

   "The dildo!  The frozen dildo!" I thought.

   "Geraldine must have...  How could Geraldine...put...into me...a

condom...full of...her...own...diarrohea?  How could she?  My God!"

   "I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry." I spluttered, I sobbed...  at the people

around me.

   The room was completely silent now.  Every face was turned towards me.

   Charlotte's sexy, lipsticked mouth was twisted...with disgust and shock.

George stared at my dirty legs with disbelief.  The waiter stared. 

Everyone stared.

   "Poor thing!  Poor thing!" Geraldine rushed over to me.

   "You poor girl.  You must be ill.  Let me help you!  I'm so sorry

everyone." She cried, in her confident, take-control voice.

   She began to usher me way through the crowd that was gathering at the

unprecedented sight of a pretty, well-dressed girl apparently having a bad

accident in her underwear at a charity drinks reception.

   I let Geraldine guide my steps.  I was too stunned, too shocked and

humiliated to do anything else.

   "I'm so sorry.  She's a little...incontinent...She can't help it." I

heard Geraldine stage-whisper to George and Charlotte.  To the Charlotte

who minutes ago had wanted to get to know me better, to paint or sculpt

me...maybe even...nude...maybe...

   Geraldine took my arm and firmly led me through the staring,

open-mouthed crowd, out of the reception room and along the

corridor...to...the Ladies' Room.

   - - -

   "Geraldine!  How could you?  How could you?"

   "Be quiet girl!  And how dare you flirt with anyone like that?  Some

humiliation should do you good now and then!  We don't want you getting too

big-headed do we?

   You must clean yourself up.  You dirty, dirty girl!"

   I collapsed in her arms.  I hated her.  But...but...I knew she loved me.

Maybe I had been flirting...But she hadn't known I would flirt when she put

that...thing into me.  My shame was total.  Total!  How could I show my

face in that room again?  How could I ever face those people again?

   "The dirty, incontinent girl!"

   "How disgusting!"

   "Can't she control herself?"

   "How kind Geraldine is to look after her."

   "Why doesn't she wear plastic underwear or something?"

   "And diarrohea too!"

   "Yuck!"

   "How revolting!"

   "What was her name?"

   "Katrina?"

   "Katrina who?"

   "Katrina Dirty-Bottom?"

   "Couldn't she have got to the bathroom in time?"

   "Did you see her face!"

   "The smell was terrible."

   "The waiter had to wipe the muck off the floor!"

   "He was nearly sick."

   "But she was so pretty!"

   "It was all over the back of her skirt too!"

   "And her hand!"

   "Imagine!  A girl her age - needing diapers!"

   "I shouldn't think that man will be interested in her now."

   "How disgraceful!"

   My mind span with pain and humiliation as I imagined what people in the

party would be saying.  They would be talking about it for months! 

Everybody would find out!  Maybe even my parents!

   In the spacious Ladies' Room, Geraldine helped me undo my skirt and slip

it down my legs.  My panty crotch was rich with brown, stinking sludge.

   "How can I clean myself up?" I asked myself.

   There were a few paper towels in a pile on the pink marble beside the

basin.  And there was a roll of lavatory paper on a holder, next to the

lavatory.

   But Geraldine sat down on the lavatory seat herself, in her clothes.

   "What about me?" I thought.

   "Take of your filthy panties girl!" She ordered.

   I slipped the dainty, but stinking garment slowly down my nylon-covered

legs.  My short pubic hair was matted with dirty mess.  The empty condom

protruded from my vaginal lips...dripping...

   Geraldine lifted herself off the lavatory seat and pulled up her own

skirt.  She too was wearing hold-up stockings and white, cotton panties -

lacy at the legs and at the waist.  She gracefully eased them off herself

and sat back down; but on the edge of lavatory seat, her legs parted.

   "Get down Katrina.  You know what to do."

   I knew what to do.

   I knelt down on the hard, tiled floor, which hurt my knees intensely,

and moved my tear-streaked face towards the little forest between

Geraldine's fair, mature thighs.  Her commanding pussy lips glistened with

pleasure at her humiliation of her dirty, smelly girlfriend.

   I was very much aware as I knelt that my bare bottom was sticking up

behind me, above my stockinged and brown streaked legs...as my mouth sought

out the warm and wet haven of safety between Geraldine's thighs.  From out

of my pussy still visibly protruded the ring of Geraldine's now-empty

condom.

   I found Geraldine's...soaking...vagina with my mouth and began

pleasuring her as she sighed with satisfaction.

   Without warning the door ("Why unlocked?  Why?") opened a crack.

   "Excuse me, Katrina.  I came to see if you were all r..."

   Instinctively, I lifted my head from Mrs Watson's crotch and looked

behind me, behind my dirty legs, behind my bare bottom and behind my pussy

with its hanging condom.

   ...My mouth was dripping Geraldine's juices.

   For a flash of a moment I saw Charlotte's face, framed between the door

and the door frame.  Her expression mutated from concern to surprise and

horror as she took in the depraved scene.

   "OH...MY...GOD!" Exclaimed Charlotte.

   The door closed.

   Mrs Watson closed her legs.

   I closed my eyes.