My First Pooping

By Melanie

I am new to the net, and having read all the posts here, I thought you might

like to hear my story. I was 14 years old when a family moved in a few doors

from us during the school summer holidays. I was pleasantly surprised to see

they had a daughter about my age, and I made an effort to get to know them. As

luck would have it, the girl, Julie (she was 13), and I got on like a house on

fire. What amazed me was her total lack of inhibitions regarding her bodily

functions, as she would openly piss in front of me, whereas I always had to find

cover. The real shock came about three weeks after she arrived. We were walking

by the river, when we came to a part where a tree had fallen into the river many

years ago, so that the trunk formed a kind of jetty out into the water when the

level was fairly low. She wanted to get onto the trunk and walk along it.

Unfortunately, there had been quite a bit of rain, and it was impossible to get

to the tree without crossing a six foot strech of muddy water around the tree's

roots. No problem, she shrugged, and carefully waded into the water, getting her

jeans, shoes and socks soaked up the thigh before clambering up the roots onto

the trunk. I sighed and joined her, getting myself equally soaked. About halfway

along we sat down. Julie giggled, then told me that she loved getting her pants

wet, because she could then just piss whenever she felt like it, then told me to

watch. As I looked down, a wet stain spread over the crotch of her jeans, and

piss dribbled from the trunk into the water. I was so shocked! She then laughed

again and told me that was not the worst thing she'd ever done. Then she stood

up, poked her soggy butt at my face and, grunting and straining, bulged out the

seat of her pants with shit! I was sort of horrified and fascinated at the same

time. She laughed again, and asked me to feel it. I pressed my hand against the

lump and squeezed it. She moaned, and asked me to really squelch it round, so I

massaged it all over her butt. She told me how great it felt, and that I should

try it too, then we got off the tree. Once back on dry land, I was so intrigued

by what had happened that I decided to try it as Julie had suggested. I needed

to piss, so I just let go and did it in my jeans! The feeling of the hot piss

soaking down my legs was wonderful, especially as Julie was stroking my crotch

at the same time. When I had finished, Julie took my hand (the one I had rubbed

her butt with) sniffed it, then put her hand on my butt, telling me it was my

turn to make her hand smell nice. I was so carried away, that I just pushed

until I felt hot shit oozing into my pants while Julie rubbed it everywhere. But

she wasn't finished yet! She pushed her hand down the back of her pants, and

brought it out covered in pale brown shit, put it to her mouth, and proceeded to

lick her hand clean, while rubbing herself off with the other hand. I didn't go

so far as to taste it, but was so excited that I came shortly afterwards.

Afterwards, we cleaned ouselves up in the water, then played with each other

until we both came again. We pissed and shit ourselves often after that, and

still do so, 12 years on.

I hope you like my story, as it took me AGES to type.

I have more true tales, if you like, for another day.

Part 2

This is a continuation of my first pooping experience with my friend Julie.

After our little episode by the river, I began to find out just how perverted

this petite, even angelic-looking 13 year old friend of mine was. The following

day, she called at my house at about 10 am, when I was still dressing. My mother

sent her up to my room. She knocked, came in, and told me she had a present for

me. As I wondered what she was talking about, she grunted, let out a long,

gurgling fart, and shit her pants right there in my bedroom! I was horrified,

but a bit excited after the previous day, and I flung the window open as I could

smell what she'd done. At that point my excitement got the better of me, and I

felt myself tingling as I pressed my hand to her seat. It was soft and squashy,

rather than a firm lump, and I could feel the heat of it through the material. I

was still in my knickers at this point, and she gave me a quick rub, before I

put my jeans on. I was worried that someone would smell her as we went out, but

my father had been smoking his very pongy pipe, and that would cover the smell

of a skunk. Once we were on the street I really wanted to shit my own pants, and

my excitement was mounting. As soon as we were into the street, I started to

relax, and hoped it would happen. Then I just gently pushed, and I felt a soft,

warm turd slide into my knickers, closely followed by another..... and another

..... Five times I pushed, and my pants were really loaded. The best part was

walking with it sloshing around. It was working its way down between my legs and

over my cunt, so that I was nearly coming as we finally began to walk down

towards our spot by the river. This was where I was to receive my "baptism". The

previous day, I hadn't felt that the experience was as much sexual, as just two

hormone-charged girls enjoying being dirty with each other. Today, Julie kissed

me! It was a long French kiss, during which I reached under her and squashed her

shit up over her crotch, which I rubbed vigorously. Julie then undid my jeans,

and pushed her hands down into the shit plastered around in my pants. She spread

it all over my bum, then around the front and up my stomach. Then she unfastened

her own jeans and begged me to do the same to her. As my fingers sink into her

soft mess, I felt her wet herself. I moved my hand between her legs and felt her

hot stream splashing over my fingers. I rubbed her until she came, just seconds

later. Julie then got on her knees and slid my jeans and knickers down, and to

my utter amazement, began to lick at my shit-plastered cunt. She was moaning and

telling me how good my shit tasted, and I came so intensely I almost fainted.

The next thing I knew, we were kissing again, and I wondered briefly what this

strange, bitter taste was until I realised I was tasting my own shit on her

mouth! I didn't like it, although it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

Eventually we cleaned ourselves as best we could in the river, a much more

difficult job this time.

I hope this isn't too extreme, but it is a true story. I will post the final

instalment soon.

Part 3

This is the final part of my "trilogy" of my adventures with Julie. Enjoy.

As we entered the final week of the school holiday, Julie and I played our games

almost in a frenzy. At Julie's suggestion, I had dug out some old clothes :- a

tatty T-shirt with holes under the arms and a pair of long-out-of-fashion flared

slacks. The idea was that we could go to our hideaway at the fallen tree (it was

well off the beaten track) and quite literally do whatever we liked. The clothes

could be ruined, and it wouldn't matter a damn! We met up outside with our

"play" clothes in poly bags, and made our way to the tree by the river. Julie

complained that she was desperate to piss and shit, but would hold on until we

had changed. My own feelings were not much different. As our games had

progressed, I had got used to getting my hands plastered with shit (both mine

and hers). I had even got to tolerate the taste of it, although I still didn't

like it much. My one reservation was that it took a long time to get the smell

off my hands, but, what the heck. We were having a good time. We reached our

spot, and Julie had her skirt and knickers off in seconds. I just watched her as

she delved into the bag to pull out a pair of holey jeans. At that point she

couldn't hold it and put her hand to her bottom as shit oozed between her

fingers. She tried to put the jeans on with one hand, but in the end, I put my

hand to hold the shit in place while she struggled into the slightly-too-small

jeans. Once they were on, she immediately began to piss, and then finish filling

the jeans (she had no knickers on, of course). This left me with a shitty hand.

Julie smiled - no problem. She lifted my hand to her mouth and slowly licked it

clean. Then, as I squirmed into my slacks, she put her hand into her pants and

scooped out quite a handful of shit. She licked it like an ice-cream then spread

it down the front of the old pink blouse she had put on, rubbing herself with

her other hand. I was dressed now, and Julie knelt behind me as I eased my shit

into my pants, nuzzling at the growing bulge. She said she wanted a taste, so

she put her hand in and scooped a large blob on her fingers. She took a deep

sniff of it, licked her lips, and put the whole lot into her mouth, rolling her

eyes with pleasure. I decided then that I really had to try it properly, so I

got one hand dirty in my pants, and the other hand dirty in Julie's. Then, after

some hesitation, I cleaned them both with my tongue, wetting my pants at the

same time. After that we just went crazy, kissing and masturbating each other,

until we were both spent, and covered in shit from head to toe. Cleaning up was

not too bad. We stripped off our dirty clothes and put them in the poly bags.

Then we washed off naked in the river, waited until we were dry, then dressed in

our "good" clothes. We returned every day, wearing the same dirty clothes each

time (we just left them at the scene).

That more or less sums up my school holiday fun with Julie. Julie is now married

and lives in London, while I was married for a while but am now divorced. I

still like some solo dirty fun, and having my own place makes it easy. I am also

fascinated by the band Cat Chaser. It's a pity it's not really my kind of music!

These are true events. I am working on some fiction/fantasy stories. I'll post

again, I promise.