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     Mark kept a look out for anyone watching as Lisa snuck
into the men’s fitting room and into one of the stalls.  He
cast one last glance around the men’s department, but no one
was watching.  Pity, he thought, imagining of how exciting
it would be if someone burst in on them during the act to
stop them.

     Lisa’s white blouse was already off, exposing her amble
breasts to him as soon as he opened the door – she hadn’t
been wearing a bra at all.  Despite their hefty size, C or D
cup depending on the make of the bra, they sat high and
poised on her chest.  Lisa had always been the athletic
type, and her body was firm with muscles.  She was no body-
builder, no bulging shoulders or arms, but she was sleek and
smooth, with graceful curves in all the right places.  Her
hair was brownish red and reached to her shoulders, though
in truth she was more of a brunette.  One of Mark’s passions
was redheads, so she kept it colored for him.

     His hands were on her breasts instantly, pinching and
tugging at her hard nipples.  She bit her lips to keep from
moaning.  He gave her nipples a sharp twist, causing her to
take a hasty breath, but she loved the flicker of pain that
swarmed through her.

     He reach around her, pulling up her plaid school-girl
skirt with one hand and slapping her hard on the ass with
the other, not at all caring about the echoing sound that
exploded through the otherwise quiet dressing room.

     “Turn around,” he ordered, and she did so, bending over
at the waist to present him with her ass.  She was facing
the full-length mirror now, and could watch Mark behind her,
inspecting her.

     She was wearing a thong today, just like she had been
told, and though it was thin enough to slip completely
between her ass cheeks, it was not doing so now.  It was
being pushed out, ever so slightly, and inside of it was a
small rubber square.  It was the base of the butt-plug Mark
had inserted into her before he had left on his busy trip
two days prior.

     “This won’t do at all,” Mark said, yanking the thong
down to Lisa’s feet.  She immediately stepped out of them
and spread her legs wide.  Mark’s finger went to the butt-
plug, giving it a little push, then letting it slip back to
its original place.  He wiggled his finger on it, jiggling
it around.  Lisa sucked in another long breath, enjoying his
treatment.

     “You didn’t take it out?” he asked.

     “Not once!”

     “You masturbated twice a day?”

     “Before bed and when I woke up.  And in the shower
every morning, and during my lunch break in the cafeteria
today.”

     “You played with the plug?”

     “Yes.  It has a suction cup on the end.  It stuck right
to the side of the shower!  And to the chair in the
cafeteria.”

     Mark smiled, able to picture Lisa squatting in the
shower, butt-plug suctioned to the wall, fucking it in and
out of her ass while holding the detachable shower head
right against her cunt.  Even better: the thought of her
bouncing up and down as inconspicuously as possible in the
middle of the work cafeteria during lunch.

     “Good.  You’ve done well.  I’m very happy.”  As he
spoke, Mark’s hands stroked up and down her back and across
her bare ass.  He unzipped his jeans and freed his hard cock
from his pants.  He began to push his cock against her cunt,
pressing it hard into her clit and rubbing it around,
moistening the head.

     Lisa could not contain her smiled, she was so happy to
have pleased him.  She knew that when he was pleased, Mark
would satisfy her.  When he wasn’t, he would punish her,
which was satisfying, too, in a way.  But he was harsh
enough with her in general that she did not need to incur
his anger to get the beatings she sometimes desired.

     Mark’s fingers latched on to the butt-plug and pulled
hard, releasing it from her ass.  Lisa jerked a little and
winced.  She had not been expecting that.  The plug had been
in her ass for a couple days, and, although she had gotten
quite used to the feel of it in her, the flared head on the
plug that was in her butt was larger then the bit that her
ass-hole had been hugging to tightly.  Pulling it out of her
in such a way had been a little painful.

     Before her asshole could even begin to close, Mark
pushed his dick into her.  Lisa shuddered with pleasure, and
a little pain.  Mark could be gentler, but that would ruin
some of the passion and savagery of their fuck.  And he was
savage, fucking her hard from the second his dick was buried
in her bum, never once going slow or easing in.  He thrust
for all he was worth.

     His cock was bigger then the neck of the butt-plug, so
Lisa’s ass was not quite accustomed to the girth that was
plunging into and out of her ass.  She clenched her
sphincter as much as she could, knowing Mark would enjoy the
tightness and that it would hurt her all the more and bring
her that much more pleasure.

     Her face was pressed up against the mirror, her eyes
closed as she twisted and pulled her nipples, showing even
less mercy to them then Mark had.  Her orgasm was
approaching quickly – she had been so turned on and now, to
be fucking in the men’s fitting room of a department store!
She bit her lower lip hard to keep from screaming, even
though anyone even remotely close to the fitting area could
probably identify the sound of them fucking anyway.

     Mark tugged hard at her hair, drawing her face back
from the wall.  At first, she thought he was doing it for
fun and a little leverage, but when she felt something graze
her lips, she realized he had other intentions.  Without
thinking, her mind numbed from the pleasure of his cock in
her ass, she opened her mouth.  It was warm and fleshy
feeling, but completely smooth.  It had a bitter taste and a
pungent aroma . . .

     Lisa’s eyes shot open as she came to her sense.  Mark
was still holding her head up by her hair, her face right in
front of the mirror so she was looking herself in the face.
The butt-plug was shoved between her lips, all the way to
the base.

     She watched as a look of shock slowly changed to
disgust and horror on her own face, but Mark whispered to
her, his voice low and deep and demanding.  “Don’t you dare
spit that out.  I want it licked and sucked clean by the
time I’m done fucking you.”  He grunted with pleasure then
grinned at her.  “And you don’t have long.”

     Lisa took a deep breath and nodded, her tongue already
starting to lick around the rubber surface.  It wasn’t so
bad, once she started working on it.  There did not seem to
be any large quantities of shit on the toy.  Occasionally,
her tongue hit a small patch of potent flavor, but even that
wasn’t too bad.  Strong and bitter, but nothing she couldn’t
handle.

     However, the plug was too big for her to work properly,
at least in her current position.  She could have turned it
with her hands or even held it and sucked on it, but she had
a better idea.  Leaning her head forward, straining against
Mark, who still held a fist-full of hair and gave her little
slack, she pressed the base of the plug against the mirror.
The suction end held tightly enough, and as Mark continued
his fuck, Lisa let the movement of her body drive her mouth
up and down the shaft of the plug, letting it fuck her
mouth.

     She heard Mark moan again, and felt his cock expand and
jerk in her ass, spewing his cum deep into her bowels.  To
her surprise, he didn’t stop fucking her right away.  He
pushed against her back, folding her down even more until
her hands were flat on the floor and continued to pump his
dick in and out until he had gone completely soft.

     After pulling out, he sat down on the bench in the
dressing room and waved her over to him.  She got down on
her knees and waddled over.  Grabbing the back of her head,
he forced her mouth down onto his flaccid cock.

     “Suck this clean, too,” he told her.  Her pulled the
butt-plug off the mirror and inspected it as she set about
sucking his cock.  “Good job,” he said, patting her head.
“You may yet get to cum before we get home.”

     She smiled as she sucked him.  His cock was much like
the plug – a few placed of strong bitter taste, but nothing
too bad.

     “I have a treat for you,” Mark said, his hand pressing
down on Lisa’s head, forcing her mouth all the way to the
base of his cock.

     There was a soft grunt and suddenly her mouth was
filling with warmth and a salty taste.  She locked her lips
around his cocking, making sure not a single drop escaped
her mouth and she began to swallow as fast as she could.
His piss was much stronger then normal, she could only
imagine how dark a yellow color it must be, and he was
pissing with much more force then usual.  She was having
trouble swallowing it all, it was spewing into her mouth so
fast, but she kept up, knowing that if Mark got any on his
pants, he would be angry.  She swallowed mouthful after
mouthful, amazed by the quantity.  Jeez, it was as if he
hadn’t taken a piss since he had left on his trip!  The
taste was ebbing soon, and after swallowing what seemed like
an entire bucket full of his urine, the flow slowly tricked
down to nothing.

     Lisa kept her mouth locked around his limp dick,
sucking and licking a few more times to make sure the stream
was finished completely and that not rogue drops had eluded
her.  She looked up at him and smiled.  “All finished,” she
said cheerily, grinning like a child.

     “Good girl!’  He patted her on the head again.  “I’m
glad you haven’t lost your touch while I was gone.”

     “Nope!” she answered proudly.  “But, damn, that was a
lot of piss.”

     “Did you like it?”

     She nodded enthusiastically.

     “Good.  I drank a shit load of soda and water all day
just to give you that.  I hope you appreciate it.”

     “I do!” she replied in earnest.  “I loved it.  Thank
you so much for your treat.”

     “Good!  Get dressed; let’s do have dinner.”

     Lisa frowned.  She had been horny as hell since she had
picked him up at the train station earlier that day.  She
had been instructed to wear her sexy school-girl outfit, pig-
tail braids and all.  She even wore the knee-high socks and
knotted the blouse in the front to show off her mid-drift.
And, with the shirt that tight, the fabric had been rubbing
against her tits all day, causing her nipples to harden and
poke out the front, making them very visible.  All the eyes
watching her tits bounce as she walked around, all the men
staring at her thronged ass (and consequently, the rubber
base of the butt-plug she had shove up there – that made it
especially naughty and thrilling) whenever she bent over to
pull up her sock or tie her shoe, and the whistles and honks
and hoots and hollers – that had her so turned on.
     
     Then to see Mark again and have him sweep her up in his
big strong arms, twirl her around so her skirt flew up and
flashed everyone in the train station her bare ass cheeks as
he kissed her so hard he nearly hurt her mouth.  He took her
shopping, calling her sweet and loving things and just being
oh-so romantic.  He even took her to the lingerie store, and
she modeled skimpy out-fits for him (and just about everyone
else in the store and a few people walking by at the time).
She was leaving wet patches in everything she tried on!
Then, in the department store, he suggested they catch a
quick romp in the dressing room – how her pussy had gushed
at those words.  And now, after an excellent ass-fucking and
a wonderful and filling piss-guzzling, she wasn’t allowed to
get off.
     
     Seeing her pout, Mark smiled, nearly laughed as he
stood above her naked kneeling form and zipped up his pants.
“Don’t worry, hon.  You’ll have your fun, I promise.”
     
     She signed and stood up, adjusting her skirt and
throwing her blouse on her shoulders and buttoning it up.
She scooped up her thong, but before she could put it on,
Mark stopped her and handed her another pair of underwear.
“Wear these instead.”
     
     Lisa looked at the proffered garments with confusion.
Taking them and holding them up, they looked like small
men’s boxer briefs.  Real small, maybe out of the boy’s
section.  “Where did you get these?”
     
     Mark just shrugged and told her to put them on.
     
     “They don’t seem very sexy to me,” Lisa commented as
she pulled them up.
     
     “They do to me.  Damn those are tight.”
     
     He was right – tight they were.  They felt like they
were a few sizes too small, and yet the legs on them seemed
to come down as much as they were supposed to, and they
didn’t hurt to have on.  They molded to the curves of her
ass very nicely too, even though the waist band and the leg
bands were tighter then the rest, almost spandex-like in
feel.
     
     “Whatever you want, hun,” Lisa told him.
     
     “You’re right.  Now roll that skirt a little higher.”
She did as he asked, rolling it twice more before he stopped
her.  “Good.  I can just make out your underwear under the
hem.”  He kissed her on the forehead and left the dressing
room.
     
     Lisa was expecting him to tell her if it was okay to
come out or not, but Mark seemed to have walked off.  She
waited a little bit, seeing if he was checking to see if the
coast was clear.  She didn’t hear anything, so she slowly
crept out of the dressing room.
     
     Only to see a mother and her son walking into the
dressing area, some clothes in their hands.  The mother
stopped, staring blatantly, and with great disgust, at
Lisa’s nipples, which could be seen poking through the
fabric of her blouse.  The boy was staring blatantly at her
underwear, but there was no disgust in his eyes.
     
     “Excuse me,” Lisa said, rushing by the woman.  “I think
I’m in the wrong dressing room.”  She found Mark waiting
just outside, a grin on his face.  If the mother has said
anything to her, Lisa had missed it.  “That was a rotten
thing to do.”
     
     Mark nodded.  “Yeah, but it was fun.”
     
     “For you.”
     
     “That’s what matters.”
     
     Lisa sighed and nodded, knowing she full well agreed
with him.  “Where to for dinner, love?”
     
     “There’s the Italian restaurant right here in the
mall.”
     
     “Belloucci?  That’s a nice place.”
     
     It didn’t take long to get to the restaurant; it was
just outside the department store, but by the time the
hostess took their name and told them it would be a fifteen
to twenty minute wait, Lisa was feeling a sharp pain in her
stomach and strange burbaling feeling through her
intestines.
     
     “You okay there, sweets?”
     
     “No.  I think I – “ she stopped suddenly as a warm
wetness oozed out from her ass hole and down through her
cheeks.  She clenched her ass muscles together and walked
over to Mark and leaned her back against him.  Her ass thus
shielded, she reached around and rubbed her finger up her
ass crack through her underwear.
     
     “Ah shit,” she whispered to Mark.  “I’m leaking!”
     
     “Leaking?”  His voice was soft in her ear and his
goatee ticked her neck when he whispered to her.
     
     “Yeah.  Your cum, I think.  My ass hasn’t close all the
way yet.”  She winced again as something in her bowels was
moving.  “I really have to crap.”  She could tell it was
already starting to come out.
     
     Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her
back to his chest and squeezing her breast with one hand; it
was covered by his arm, for the most part, but it looked
like the bartender could tell.  “Hold it.”
     
     “I can’t,” she whispered back, harshly.  After holding
it for three days with a butt-plug, then having his fuck her
up the ass and shoot his cum all up in her, Lisa was
surprise she hadn’t pooped on the dressing room floor as
soon as Mark pulled out.
     
     “Then go,” he told her, giving her ass a bit of a hump.
His dick was hard again and poking right between her ass
crack, at least as well as it could through all their
clothes.
     
     “You’ll have to let go of me, first,” she told him,
getting a bit desperate.  She needed to go real bad now,
there was no stopping that, and she had little time before
her poo slipped from her bum.
     
     “I didn’t mean to the restrooms,” Mark whispered back.
     
     Lisa was confused for a moment, and then her eyes went
wide with shock.  “You – you want me to shit myself?”
     
     “You sound like you don’t have much choice,” he
replied, still grinding his hard-on into her ass crack.
     
     He was right, she had no choice.  Her ass hole was
already opening and the first log was emerging.  She tried
to hold it in, but for all her straining, it was hopeless.
She was too full and too well stretched to put up a descent
battle, and in the end, she relinquished to the thick, hard
turd slithering out of her ass.
     
     Mark’s hand continued to caress her breast and pinch at
her nipple, rekindling the fire in her loins, not that it
had gone out much.  But being groped while waiting for a
table in a restaurant, while other people stood around
waiting, that was heavenly.
     
     Then she thought about it.  She was taking a shit right
in front of everyone, too.  One of the dirtiest, most
private things a person could do, and she was doing in front
of all these people, in front of everyone walking by in the
mall, too!  That really got her hot!  Her pussy began to
flood; she thought that maybe in the heat of the moment, she
had pissed herself, too, she was so wet!  Lisa was surprised
a damp patch wasn’t growing on the front of her skirt.
     
     Her legs went a little weak, and she would have fallen
had Mark not been there to support her.  His hard-on pressed
even further into her ass, smushing into her poo and
squishing up and down her ass crack.  She moaned a bit, but
only a little – a few of the other people waiting glanced
over at her, but said nothing.
     
     Leaning all her weight into Mark’s back, Lisa did
nothing but concentrate on the feelings washing through her.
Her shit was moving slowing, ever so slowly, out of her
asshole, spreading her sphincter wide.  It was long and
nearly as thick as Mark’s cock, but it was much slower,
rougher, and more purposeful.  She didn’t push at all, not
at first, wanting to savor the great pleasure of the
inevitable flow of poop.
     
     She felt like she was being fuck from the inside out.
No, not fucked.  Fucking was fast, coarse, violent at times.
This was much gentler and more caring, like making love.
Yes, that was what this was, making love!  It was like her
poo knew her, knew how to please her and was doing it’s best
to make her happy and fulfill her desire.  God, it was doing
a great job!
     
     Her head lulled back on to Mark’s shoulder, the
strength in her neck gone and her eyes completely unfocused.
All that mattered at this moment was her poo.  A warm
feeling was growing in her belly, the tickling fire of love
and happiness burned within her, combining with the raw
sexual pleasure of her stretched ass, and the remarkable
feeling of relief of her bowels finally being emptied.  She
had never experienced such an awesome, overwhelming pleasure
in her life, and Lisa choked back a sob as a tear rolled
down her cheek.  God, it was wondereful!
     
     Her shit continued to slither out of her, her asshole
dilating and shrinking as need for the long log to continue
its steady hike into her underwear.  Mark continue his
grinding, forcing some of the shit up her ass crack and out
the top to the wasit band, were it slowly seeped across the
top of her buttocks; the waistband, however, showed no sign
of letting the poo out of the shorts.  Most of her waste,
however, was force down her ass crack and into her crotch.
     
     All of a sudden, the growing warm around her ass, the
amazing seeping pleasure that was embracing her buttocks,
stopped.  Lisa was startled a bit out of her revelry, enough
to think rationally about how to get the flow started again.
She tried to squeeze the turd off, but her weakened ass
muscled could not break into the thick, hard monstrosity
that was firmly encase in her ass.  Clenching did, however,
bring a hot wave of pleasure sweeping through her, and
another soft moan escaped her lips when she did it the first
time.  The next two times, while still felt wonderful, did
not elicit any sound from her at all other then a drawn
breath.
     
     She pushed, instead, for the first time, and her bowel
started to move.  Her ass began to stretch wider and wider,
and she pushed harder, gritting her teeth with the strain.
Finally, the wide, hard lump in her shit managed to pry open
her asshole further than ever and popped right out into her
pants, along with a quick flow of other shit that she had
been pushing.
     
     Lisa stopped straining, her shit returning to its
previous flow, and let the overwhelming pleasure sweep over
her again.  After that massive stretch, her ass felt hot and
even more sensitive to the ecstasy of the poo as it flowed
from her.  Mark’s grinding was smearing her shit all across
her ass cheeks and down through her crotch.  Large chunks of
poo were spreading into the legs of the strange boxer
briefs, but the leg bands held and nothing spilled out.
     
     Slowly but surely, her poop was creeping between her
legs, snaking its way across her pussy lips and up to her
clitoris like the tongue of some patient and caring lover.
Her cunt was hot and wet, but her poo was hotter still, and
if possible, it turned her on all the more.  When the
bulbous head of her shit finally touched her clit, her body
shook.  It was like the first time she had ever been licked
there, only better, more powerful, more real, like ever
touch to her clit before now had just been a casual brush
and this was full, perfect attention.
     
     Her underwear continued to fill, apply more pressure on
her clit little by little.  Her pleasure mounted, and she
could feel her orgasm growing intensely.  To be loved so
much, to be given such pleasure, her whole body tingled from
the feel of it.  She gave a little push with her ass, and
left a responding push of pressure against her pussy as the
mushy warmth embraced her cunt completely.  A large hot
mouth had descended upon her cunt and it sucked and kissed
and licked every part of her, oozing warmth and pleasure
around her legs and thighs.
     
     She was so close and the build up was so intense, she
just wanted to shove her hand down onto her cunt and fuck
her fingers, but she knew she couldn’t.  It was the shit
giving her this wonderful feeling and it would be her shit
that got her off, that was the way of it.
     
     And her poo continued its slow, purposeful flow out of
her ass, pushing more and harder into her cunt and against
her clit, increasing the sensation of tongues and fullness.
She gave a few more quick pushes, enjoying the feel of
increasing the speed on the shit through her ass, and then
with one massive, push, Lisa ejected the rest of the poo
from her bowels and brought herself to the most intense,
full-bodied orgasm ever.  From the tip of her toes to the
end of her hair, she felt electricity coursing through her
body, exploding in all directions from her ass, cunt, and
tits.
     
     Her body rocked and jerked in Mark’s arms, but he kept
her up-right.  She would have screamed at the top of her
lungs had she had the power to use her voice.  Her world was
black and hot, but she knew that she had not passed out, she
felt too good for that, but she felt like she was close.
She howled in silence, her mouth twisting and churning like
a mad woman, and she convulsed for over a minute in Mark’s
arms, not even able to draw a single breath.  And even when
she could begin to breath, and did so in hard panting
breathes; her orgasm was only partially over.  Every time
she moved her legs or hips, the poo filling her underwear
shift across her cunt, causing new explosions of pleasure to
wash through her.  She had no idea how long she was coming
or how many orgasms wracked through her body.
     
     When the heat and darkness began to fade, Lisa could
hear voices around her.
     
     “Is she alright?”
     
     “What happened?”
     
     “What should we do?”
     
     “Does she need a doctor?”
     
     “No, she’s alright.”  That was Mark.  “She said she was
feeling flushed and faint.  Poor thing just didn’t eat
enough today, I guess.”
     
     Her eyes fluttered open only to see everyone standing
around her, staring.  She would have blushed, but her cheeks
were already red, flushed with blood.  Her whole body felt
hot and she was soaked in sweat.  The hostess was standing
in front of her, holding a glass of water.  Lisa smiled
weakly and took it, glad for the liquid – her throat was so
dry!  She thanked the girl and leaned forward to take her
weight off of Mark and place it on her own feet where it
belonged.
     
     “I’m okay,” she said, but her voice was low and rough.
She cleared her throat and repeated herself.
     
     “Get her a seat immediately!”  The man who said this
must have been the manager or owner judging by the way
everyone jumped to obey.  Mark and Lisa were seated at a
table in the back corner in a section all to themselves.  No
one was even close to them. Water was given to them and even
a glass of wine and a basket of bread sticks set in front of
Lisa.
     
     The manager hovered around, making sure everything was
okay, and even took their orders from them when they were
ready.  Lisa looked much better, the flush having left her
cheeks, and she had stopped sweating.

     The manager finally left to place their order.  It was
the first moment since she opened her eyes that they were
alone together.  And, up until now, she had been so
distracted, Lisa had completely forgotten about her
underwear full of shit.  She could feel it oozing and
squishing around as she moved.  She liked the feel of it.

     “So,” Mark said, a rueful smile on his lips and a
mischievous look in his eye.  “You seemed to like that.”

     “Oh my god, Mark, you have no idea!”

     “I think I do.  Remember I was the one holding you when
you went completely limp.”

     “It felt sooo good, I can’t even being to describe it.”
Right then, she felt something caressing her pussy,
something smearing the shit around and pressing it up, into
her cunt.  “Is that your foot?”

     Mark shrugged, faking an innocent look, as his foot
pressed even harder against her underwear.

     “Oh, that feels good, too.”  She was already turned on
again.  Mark was moving his foot back, as far as it would
go, to her ass, then poking up with his toes and drawing it
forward, scooping it forward like leaves with a rake.  When
he had it right at her cunt lips, her was pull his foot away
then push in on it with the flat of his foot, pressing the
shit bulge he had created against her pussy.  Lisa closed
her eyes and shuddered with pleasure as he continued to do
this.  “Are you trying the fill me up?” she asked between
gasps.

     Mark grinned at her and nodded.

     “Oh yes, do it,” she whispered to him, “Fill my cunt
with shit.”

     Mark moved with patience, making each motion smooth and
steady, slow and teasing.  He started to work her with both
feet, using his other foot to keep the poo flowing into her
cunt instead of just spreading out away from it when he
tried to push it into her.

     “Can you go any more?”

     “Oh yes!  I have plenty more!”

     “Then go some more.”

     Lisa lifted her ass off the seat a bit and did as she
was told, pushing another long turd out of her ass and into
her underwear.  Even as it flowed out of her, Mark harvested
it and pressed it into her cunt.  God it felt so good,
spreading her asshole like that as it crawled out of her
only to go around to the other side and be pushed right back
into her body.  Sure it was Mark forcing it into her, but
damn, it felt delicious.  She felt so full, in front and
back, like that time when Mark had fucked her ass while his
friend, Julie had used a huge strap-on and fucked her pussy.
So fulfilling.

     Lisa, her eyes closed, fantasized a bit as she shit
into her underwear and Mark continued to pack as much of it
as he could up into her cunt.  She imagined herself alone in
a large soft bed, lying on her stomach.  She was playing
with her pussy with one hand and fingering her ass with the
other, when suddenly, she could feel the tip of her shit
push out.  She withdraws her hands to let her shit take
over.  It emerges, spreading her ass wider and wider as it
comes, its girth increasing with every moment.  As it worms
its way from her ass, the tip seeks her pussy like a snake
going for the entrance of its home.  The turd then plunges
into her and continues to push deeply, snaking into her,
spreading her cunt all the more.  And so it goes, her poo
ever increasing in girth, making love to her as it leaves
her and continuing to do so as it returns to her womb.  One
long continuous love making – she loves her poo and it is
showing her how much it lovers her too.  Her orgasm build
and builds until finally –

     “Is she okay?”

     The managers voice started her from her fantasy and
from the wonderful orgasm she was about to have.  “Oh yes,
I’m fine.  Just tired, now.  Thanks.”

     Her plate was put in front of her, and Mark’s in front
of him, and after a lot of chatter, the manager left them
alone again.

     “I was so close!”

     “I know you were, hun.  You’ll have to wait until we
get home, now.”

     Lisa pouted at him.

     “Sorry.  No more shitting yourself and no more orgasms.
Got that?”

     Lisa sighed and nodded; she would do as he said.  After
a few moments, she spoke again.  “I really have to piss
now.”

     “Then go!  That underwear should be water-proof.
Nothing has leaked out yet, has it?”

     Lisa hadn’t even considered that.  “You knew?  You had
this planned?”

     “That I was going to make you shit yourself?  Yeah!  I
had no idea you would like it so much.”  He grin, obviously
pleased that she was enjoying herself.

     Lisa shrugged.  Nothing she could do about it now
except . . . ah, yes!  That was a relief!  The warmth of her
piss flowed over her crotch and legs.  She wiggled about in
it giggling as she did so.  “This is one of the loveliest
evenings I’ve ever had.  I love you so much!”

     “And I love you.”

     “Thank you, thank you so much for this wonderful gift.”

     “I got a whole bag of those underwear.  I think we’ll
be putting them to good use.”

     Lisa smiled and nodded enthusiastically.  “Definitely!”