Maxine's Poopy Fun

by Melanie

My story starts when I was 14, and went to my first concert with my friend,

Kerry. I was lucky to get tickets to see my favourite band, Slade, when they

performed near to where I lived. As I said, this was my first concert, and I had

no idea what it would be like. On the way in, we thought of going to the toilet,

but the queue was horrendous, so we decided to take our seats and go during the

performance. We honestly thought it would be like the cinema. Anyway Slade came

on and the place was in an uproar. I was positively tingling with excitement.

Halfway through the second song (I think it was 'Coz I Luv You') Noddy Holder

waved everyone down to the stage. Well, talk about a stampede! Kerry and me,

holding hands tightly to avoid being separated, joined in the throng, finding

ourselves wedged in about ten feet from the stage. It was tremendous as Slade

thundered through their next two songs. Then I felt it. I needed to pee. I

suppose I could have held it, but it was uncomfortable, and going to the loo now

was out of the question. I wanted to feel good during the rest of the concert,

so I did the only thing I could. I just stood there and deliberately pissed in

my pants. It felt so good just standing feeling my hot pee running in my jeans,

soaking down my legs and filling my shoes. If anything standing around me felt

anything, they didn't react. At the end of the concert we all filed out,

exhilarated, ears ringing, towards home. It was dark when we got out, so no-one

noticed my still-wet jeans. When we got to the bus station, however, it was

brightly lit, and the stain, although drying, was still visible. Kerry must have

noticed, but she said nothing. I noticed that she was making an effort to keep

her back to the wall, and said little, even when I freely admitted deliberately

wetting myself during the concert. Then I could smell it! The unmistakable poop

odour. I wrinkled my nose and asked Kerry if she could smell it, but she went

bright red and said she couldn't. I walked over to the litter bin to dump my

coke can, and noticed the smell again as I approached her. Then I put two and

two together, and asked her directly if she had shit herself. She nodded, then

we both giggled. Now that she knew I wasn't disgusted with her, she was quite

happy. She wiggled to squish it around, and admitted that it felt quite nice,

sexy even. I was feeling very horny by this time, and led her into a dark

corner. I put my arm round her, kissing her on the cheek, then the lips. She

returned my kiss, flicking her tongue into my mouth. Wow! I nearly pissed again,

through sheer excitement! I reached behind her, and felt the seat of her jeans.

She moaned softly as I gently squeezed the mushy mess in her pants. At that

point, I released a squirt of piss into my pants, knowing that with them being

already damp, it would hardly be noticeable. I placed Kerry's hand on my crotch

and she rubbed at it gently. I was in ecstasy. However, at that point the bus

pulled into the bay and a few people were boarding. We let them on first then

got on, Kerry first. We went upstairs, and headed for the back seats, thankful

that the two or three people we had to walk past were smoking. As Kerry sat

down, she giggled as shit squeezed up her back, and I watched the crotch of her

jeans bulge slightly. I sat beside her and she opened her legs while I pressed

my hand between them. We spent the journey just feeling each other, as the bus

was fitted with a mirror which allowed the driver to see onto the top deck, and

you could be sure that with two teenagers up there, he would be making good use

of it! Kerry was enjoying herself squirming around, really spreading her shit

everywhere. When we got off the bus we had a good snog, then Kerry went home

(her parents would be asleep by that time). My jeans were just slightly damp, so

I sat with my parents and watched TV for a while before going to bed to wank

myself silly.

I woke at about 9.30 next morning, when my Mum peered into my room to tell me

they were going into town, they would get some lunch out, behave myself etc.

then I heard the door shut, the car drive off then ... silence. Ah, what luxury.

I stretched and yawned contentedly. Then I felt a stirring in my guts. Ah well,

time for my morning visit. Then I felt a tingle of excitement, and wondered what

it would be like to shit my pants like Kerry had done. My heart raced. Should I

just lie here and do it in bed? No, the sheets would get dirty, maybe the

mattress too. No, it would have to be in my knickers and jeans. I leapt out of

bed and rummaged in my drawer for a tatty old pair of knickers. I finally found

some with a couple of small holes and well stretched elastic. Heart pounding, I

pulled them on and immediately pushed some shit into them. I felt it tenting out

the seat like a finger. God, this was fabulous! I picked up my strongly

pissy-smelling jeans and put them on, feeling the shit in my pants get slightly

squashed. Then I stooped slightly, braced my hands on my knees and pushed,

sending a load of hot, softer shit into my pants. I did this three or four

times, until I was gasping with excitement. Then I stood up, so the shit was

oozing everywhere. I didn't want to come just yet, so I resisted he temptation

to give myself a rub, and walked to the bathroom. I could hear it squelching and

slopping as I walked. When I got to the bathroom door I stopped, smiled to

myself, put on a T-shirt, and went downstairs into the kitchen and made a cup of

coffee. Then I went to the table and sat down. Wow! What a feeling! It squeezed

up the back of my pants, and up over my cunt, which was already dripping with

juice. I didn't bother to finish my coffee, but dashed back upstairs to the

bathroom, stood in the bath, and pissed, looking down at the wet stain spreading

down my legs, and the brown water pooling in the bath at my feet. Then I took

off my T-shirt, unfastened my jeans, and put a hand down the front of my

knickers to rub at my shit-covered cunt. Next I pushed my jeans right down,

scooped a handful of shit out of the seat of my knickers, and proceeded to

spread it over my tits, stomach, and down my thighs. At this point I went into a

shit frenzy, spreading it over my forehead and cheeks, and even on my hair. When

I came it was with the sort of orgasm you might normally have once in your

lifetime. It took me an hour to clean up (including the kitchen chair). When it

was done I picked up the phone, and dialled Kerry's number ......

After a couple of rings, Kerry answered the phone. I told her I was in on my

own, and she agreed to come over. She sounded a bit strange, then she asked if

she could do some washing. I knew that this meant she hadn't been able to get

her clothes washed yet. Ten minutes later she was there, complete with a knotted

plastic bag. I wanted to start kissing there and then, but she began to stammer

an apology for what had happened the previous night, then she started to cry.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, puzzled.

"I was thinking how disgusting you must find me." she sobbed, "I'm really sorry

for what I did."

At this point I felt my eyes prickle and I was speaking past a large lump in my

throat. "Oh, Kerry" I croaked, "I could never find you disgusting."

I cupped her face in my hands and wiped at her tears with my thumbs, while my

own tears overflowed. Then I kissed her gently. "God, look at the pair of us!" I

laughed at our tears. Kerry laughed, and we both dried our eyes. Then I told her

all about my antics that morning. Kerry groaned, "God, that sounds fabulous",

and we kissed again. "Wet for me, Kerry", I whispered and led her to the

kitchen. I knelt in front of her and pressed my lips to the front of her jeans,

then watched as a glistening wet patch appeared and spread down the legs of her

pants. I licked at the wetness, tasting the warm piss as it gushed into her

jeans, finally feeling my knees get wet as piss puddled at her feet. As she

finished, I unfastened her laces and slipped off her soggy shoes, then I slid

her jeans down so she could step out of them. She took off her blouse to reveal

her small tits. She was so beautiful. I stood up and brushed my fingers over her

nipples, which were like cherrystones. I took off my own clothes, then untied

the bag containing her dirty clothes from the previous night. I pulled out the

plastered knickers and slipped them on, loving the feel of her shit on my skin.

"I'll do it again if you like", she said. I knelt behind her this time, and

squeezed her lovely bottom. She grunted and the seat of her pants bulged. I

touched the lump and felt it expand under my fingers. I rubbed gently as she

continued to push shit into her knickers. When she was done we went upstairs to

the bathroom, where I nibbled at her nipples, rolling them gently between my

teeth, then I eased my hands into the waistband of her panties. Kerry looked at

me, her angelic face flushed with anticipation. I eased my hands deeper until I

was pushing my fingers into the hot shit in her pants. I scooped it into my

hands and spread it up her back, then around over her tits and up to her chin.

Then what she did shocked even me! She put her hand into her pants and wiped her

shitty hand across her mouth, then she got another scoop and plastered it on her

lovely red hair. Then she spread what was left over my tits and began to suck

them. I was in ecstasy! I kissed her, not caring about the bitter taste of the

shit on her lips. I knelt in front of her and pulled down her filthy panties,

then began to lap at her succulent cunt while rubbing my hands over her

shit-plastered bottom. I removed the panties I had been wearing - they had left

quite a lot of shit stuck to me - then we lay down in a sixty-nine position and

licked until we both came. After we cleaned up, a process requiring lots of

close-up inspections and taste-tests, we threw our clothes in the washer and

retired to my bed, where we had slow, leisurely CLEAN sex (but with lots of

bum-licking for good measure). Then, our clothes washed, we gave them a quick

iron and dressed. We spent the next hour talking about pissing and shitting our

pants (Kerry admitted that she'd been doing it for months) and how we could

indulge ourselves in the future. When my parents returned, they saw two normal

teenagers looking as if butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. If only they knew!