Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.watersports
From: an213832@anon.penet.fi
Date: Wed, 7 Feb 1996 17:08:51 UTC
Subject: My First Time (f, scat)

			    My First Time

	I may be a little kinky, but I'm not stupid! My name is
Rhonda, and what I am is a young lawyer working for a large firm in
Chicago. Actually I'm pretty bright if I do say so myself, and the job
I have is a pretty good one. I'm very aggressive too when it comes to
my career. I've been here for a couple of years now and plan on making
partner within the next year. That's faster than anyone in my office,
much less a woman, has done it up until now. Because I've been so
heavily involved in my work, I haven't had much time for dating and
sex. While I do find myself getting horny now and then, I've managed
to suppress my urges by concentrating on work.

	Did I mention also that I'm a knockout to look at. (Modest
too.) In the little spare time I have, I work out at the health club
so my stomach is flat, my waist is narrow and my muscles are firm. I
have shoulder length blonde hair (natural), a great set of boobs and
long shapely legs. My best feature though is my ass which is round and
firm. I love to show it off by wearing skin hugging jeans or short,
tight skirts. I figure it can't hurt to flaunt it in front of the
senior partners, who are all male and always leering at me when they
think I don't notice.

	Anyhow, several months ago I had been helping one of the
partners I was assigned to who was getting ready to close a major real
estate deal. I was doing all the "gofer" work which is standard
practice for young lawyers at large firms. My boss and I had stayed
very late at the office preparing for an important conference with the
bankers and the client who was flying in early the next day. By the
time I got home I was dead tired, but at least I knew I didn't have to
be back until the meeting at 9:00 the next morning. I took a quick
shower, and then went right to bed.

	The phone woke me at about 6:00. It was my boss. Quickly he
explained that he'd strained his back getting out of bed and now was
totally unable to move. It was too late to cancel the meeting, so I
was instructed to pick up the client, Mr. Richards, at the airport,
bring him downtown and handle the meeting myself.

	Although I had only met him once, I remembered Richards well.
He was fairly young, very good looking and seemed to be a nice person
too. I also knew he was a very wealthy and influential executive and
that this was the first matter we were handling for him. It involved a
lot of money and he was very nervous about it. I knew that it was
important not to screw up, and that if things went well, he would
probably send us a lot more business.

	I looked at my clock again. Richards' flight was due in a
hour, and even with good traffic, I was at least 45 minutes from the
airport. I knew I had to really rush. Quickly I took a pee, washed my
face, applied some makeup and ran a comb through my hair. I put on a
nice lacy bra, white hipster panties and sheer light colored
pantyhose. Then I picked out a silk blouse and a cream colored suit
with a tight skirt that came down to about six inches above my knees.
I slipped on a pair of three inch heels and was ready to go.

	I made it to the airport with a few minutes to spare and
waited in the car for Richards at the outside entrance as instructed.
While waiting, I began to feel a slight pressure in my lower regions,
and realized that in all the hurry to get ready, I had forgotten to
take a poop. However, at that point I didn't feel any great degree of
urgency, and I figured I'd have time once we got to the office.

	As soon as Richards came out the door I signaled to him.
Recognizing me right away, he came over. After he got into the car, I
explained the problem that had come up and why I was there instead of
my boss. Fortunately, the change didn't seem to bother him. In fact,
he said he'd be glad to have me there beside him. As we headed
downtown, we talked a little about his deal and made small talk as
well. My skirt had ridden up several more inches as I was driving, and
I noticed that every so often, he would glance at my legs. I made no
effort to pull it down figuring that a little leg show and some
flirting with a handsome client couldn't hurt anything. Although the
trip took longer than usual because of some heavy traffic, by the time
we arrived he had asked me to call him "Jack" and we were laughing and
joking as if we'd known each other for years.

	By the time I dropped off the car and we got up to the office,
it was a few minutes after nine and the bankers were impatiently
waiting. Also the pressure in my rear had increased somewhat, but
everyone was in a hurry, and there was no time to stop at the ladies
room.

	The meeting was pretty intense at times went on for several
hours without a break. It ended up taking much longer than I had
anticipated. During the course of things the pressure I was feeling in
my buttocks steadily increased, but there was just no way to interrupt
the proceeding to go relieve myself. Finally though, we hammered out
an agreement that was particularly favorable for my client and
satisfactory to everyone else. The meeting broke up and I thought I'd
finally have a few moments to relax and head for the ladies room.

	Just as I was about to excuse myself though, Richards looked
at his watch and exclaimed, "My gosh. It's 1:00 already. My flight's
due to leave in less than an hour. Do you think I can get a cab that
will get me there in time?" I knew chances of that weren't too good
at this time of day. I really needed to take a break, but I also knew
that it wouldn't be very smart business-wise to leave a good client
stranded. With some misgivings, I offered to take him back myself.
Looking at his watch again, he agreed, and we quickly got our stuff
together and headed down to the parking lot.

	The ride to the airport was very uncomfortable. The pressure
in my butt was very strong now, and I was beginning to get worried
about making it to a bathroom in time. It would be awful to have an
accident now. Richards meanwhile was in an extremely good mood and
eager to make conversation. He apologized several times for not taking
me to lunch and promised to do so the next time he was in town. I was
pretty sure he was coming on to me, but in a nice way, so I wasn't
offended. Quite the contrary, I would have been very interested,
except that I was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on our
conversation. By now a good portion of my attention was focused on the
mass of shit that was clearly trying to force its way out of my ass.
In fact there were two occasions where I panicked and was so sure I
was about to poop myself, that I completely lost the thread of the
conversation. I don't know what Richards must have thought about me at
that point.

	Fortunately, for Richards we got to the airport with about
three minutes to spare for his flight. He said a quick good bye,
jumped out of the car, and disappeared through the door. I let out a
sigh of relief. I was sure that now I'd have time to move the car to a
short term spot and make it inside to the bathroom. However, just as I
was about to pull away from the curb, I heard a voice calling my name.
I turned my head and saw Mr. Martin, the senior partner in my firm
walking quickly toward me, carrying an overnight bag.

	"Boy am I glad to see you," he said as he opened the passenger
door. "My flight got in from Atlanta about a half hour ago, but there
haven't been any cabs. The office just paged me and told me there is
an emergency hearing on one of my cases downtown in less than an hour.
If I don't make it, the judge won't wait for me. You are heading back
toward the office, aren't you?"

	Without waiting for an answer he climbed into the passenger
seat. My heart sank. I knew it would take at least another 45 minutes
to get downtown and I was sure I'd never hold out that long. Still,
what was I going to say to the head of my firm? "Sorry Mr. Martin,
you'll have to miss your important hearing because one of your smart
young attorneys is about to poop in her pants" Not on your life.

	As I pulled out of the airport, the pressure in my bowels
seemed to increase even further. It was as if my body knew I had no
way to relieve myself right then and was tormenting me. I tried
thinking about other things, hoping that if I took my mind off it, the
urgency would decrease. It didn't work too well though because in the
back of my mind I kept hearing myself: "Ohh I have to go. What can I
do? I'm bursting. I'm going to poop myself at any moment."

	The ride back downtown was pure torture. Not only did my ass
feel as if it were going to explode any minute, but once again I had
to totally hide my discomfort from my passenger. Fortunately, unlike
Jack Richards, the Boss was not much for conversation, and spent most
of the time going through papers in preparation for his meeting. As
for me, I drove the whole way while clenching my ass cheeks and
praying that I'd have the strength to hold on. I was shifting around
every few seconds. I also tried to dig my ass into the seat to create
some outside pressure, but it was hard to do without being obvious. My
butt and thighs were beginning to quiver and were now wet with sweat
under my panties and pantyhose. A couple of times Mr. Martin looked
over at me, and I had to try and stay still, but all in all, I don't
think he really noticed anything.

	It seemed to take forever, but we made it downtown just in
time for Mr. Martin's hearing. I pulled up in front of the courthouse
and dropped him off, realizing I'd still have to park and get back to
the office before I could get to a bathroom. The parking lot next door
was full. So were the next three I tried. I thought about just leaving
the car in front of the building and running in, but I knew my car
would be towed within 5 minutes. Finally I found a garage I could
pull into about two blocks away. I grabbed the ticket from the hiker,
snatched up my briefcase and took off for the office as quickly as I
could go.

	Actually, I couldn't move very quickly at all. I was afraid I
would totally lose control if I walked too fast especially in high
heels. My ass still felt as if it was about to explode. Three times
the pressure became so intense that I was absolutely certain I was
going to lose it. Each time I had to stop for a few seconds,
concentrate and squeeze my cheeks together as tightly as I could in
order to keep everything in. I was scared to death that I'd lose
control, and I was sure that anyone passing by would be able to see. I
could just imagine the whispers: "My gosh! Look at that woman. She's
pooping herself right here on the street. She's filling her panties
with shit." How humiliating that would be.

	I was so uncomfortable that if I hadn't been here on a public
street, I would have moaned out loud. Thoughts still kept running
through my mind like, "Ohhh, I have to go so bad. What am I going to
do. If I don't get relief soon, I'm going to poop myself all over."I
thought I might get lucky and find someplace with a restroom on the
way, but all I passed were office buildings and nothing but lobbies on
the street level.

	Finally I made it to my building, ran to the elevator and
pressed my floor. It was only a few seconds until the elevator
started up, but it seemed like forever. Fortunately no one else got on
and as soon as the door shut, I dropped my case to the floor, grabbed
my ass cheeks with both hands, and squeezed them together hard.
Anything to try to hold it in for just another few seconds. Then the
bell rang and the doors opened onto my floor. I knew the ladies room
was just to the right, and for the first time since I'd left the
airport, I began to think I was going to make it after all. I grabbed
my briefcase again and made a mad dash around the corner. And stopped.

	I couldn't believe it. There in front of me was the doorway,
all covered with yellow tape and a sign saying, "Out of Order. Please
Use Restroom on Next Floor."

	This time I did moan out loud.

	"Oh nooo! What am I going to do. I have to poop so bad. Oh, I
just can't hold it anymore"

	At that instant I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw
Brad, one of our junior partners waiting at the elevator a few feet
away looking at me.

	"Oh God." I thought. "I didn't see him before. He must have
come out at that moment. Could he have heard me?"

	The elevator door opened and, somewhat reluctantly it seemed,
he got on. He continued to stare at me until the doors closed.

	"He must have heard, and probably wanted to stay to see what
would happen," I thought to myself. For a second I imagined what it
would be like to poop myself right in front of a guy I knew. "I wonder
what he's thinking now," I thought.

	However, I couldn't worry about that any longer because at
that moment I again became aware of my bowels churning and my stomach
rumbling. Suddenly it felt as if my insides had turned to liquid. My
whole lower body was quivering and shaking with exhaustion and I knew
I couldn't have more than a few seconds left. Then I felt it. My
asshole opened just a little, allowing a small amount of poop to
escape into my panties.

	"Oh my God!" I thought. "It's happening. I'm actually pooping
in my panties."

	With a supreme effort I clenched my cheeks again. It was a
strange sensation as I could now feel the little bit of poop trapped
between them

	Abandoning my briefcase, I turned and ran for the stairwell,
halfway down the hall. Nothing more was coming out yet, but any second
I was sure it would. I opened the door and headed down the first
flight. I had just reached the landing when it happened. I didn't
think the pressure could get any worse, but suddenly it did. Now I
could feel my asshole being forced open by the mass within. I knew
this was it. I just couldn't hold back any more. There was nothing I
could do now to stop it from happening. Practically sobbing, I grabbed
at the railing in front of me. Instinctively I spread my legs, and
bent slightly at the waist and knees, sticking my ass out as far as I
could. I could feel my tired muscles giving out, and at that point I
just relaxed and let go.

	For a second or two, nothing seemed to happen, and I had a
glimmer of hope. Then slowly the mass within my butt began to move. I
felt my asshole widen further and then the hot, thick turd was sliding
slowly out. I could feel it brushing against the insides of my cheeks
and a second later it started to push against the seat of my panties.
I began to tremble uncontrollably.

	"Ohhh God!" I whispered to myself. "I'm doing it. I'm shitting
my panties. I can't help it. I'm having a BM right here, into my
panties and pantyhose. I'm pooping myself like a baby"

	The poop continued to exit slowly, pressing against my panties
and then gradually flattening out from the pressure of my pantyhose.
It felt very firm and thick. I could feel a ball of shit forming
between my legs. Now the odor of fresh poop reached my nostrils, and I
breathed it in. My nasty thoughts continued:

	"I'm pooping right now - totally messing myself. It's still
coming out. I'm shitting a huge load. Oh, I'm doing a smelly poopoo in
my nice white, silky panties. Ooohh!"

	Suddenly I realized that my accident and my thoughts about it
were having a surprising effect on me. I was becoming very sexually
aroused. As the poop continued to exit my asshole, I could feel my
pussy softening and getting wet. I deeply inhaled the odor again, and
heard myself moaning, this time not in despair, but in pleasure. Then,
before I knew what I was doing, my hands were at the hem of my skirt
and I was frantically tugging to get it up to my waist and out of the
way. Then with one hand I began massaging my pussy though my panties
and hose while with the other, I started kneading the still growing
lump at my rear. That wasn't good enough though, and in a second, I
had one hand down the front and inside my panties. I could feel my
clit, swollen and throbbing, and my pussy lips, wet and slippery as my
finger slid inside. My hips began to move wildly back and forth, and
my breathing became heavy.

	Frantically I continued rubbing and fingering myself, while
still more poop exited into the bulging seat of my panties. For a
moment I thought about what someone would see if they happened to open
the stairway door. Here I was, legs apart, skirt up, frantically
gyrating, frigging my pussy and loading my underwear with poop at the
same time. There was probably enough going on to land me in jail, not
to mention cost me my job. But at that moment I didn't care. All I
could think about was my expanded anal opening, my pussy and the
never-before experienced pleasure I was feeling.

	Now I could feel the poop getting softer. Without even
thinking, I tensed my stomach muscles and pushed hard. The remaining
soft, hot poop erupted from my asshole with a crackling sound, and the
bulge beneath my other hand rapidly enlarged. Now I could feel my
asshole beginning to close. Firmly I pushed at the ball of shit
forcing it back between my cheeks and against my tender anal opening.
I gasped once at that feeling and then gasped again as it was replaced
by another far more sensuous one.

	"Oh my God," I thought. "I'm gonna come. I've pooped myself. I
filled my undies with hot poop, and it felt good. I can feel it
between my legs, massaging my asshole. I pooped my panties, and now
I'm coming."

	My fingers worked frantically on my clit as I felt my whole
body tense up. Then, seconds later the first waves came. I shut my
eyes tightly, and my breathing became a whole series of gasps. My hips
bucked wildly against my hand as my pussy began to spasm.

	I thought to myself, "Ohhh, it's happening. Now. I'm coming.
My panties are full of soft shit. I pooped myself and I'm coming. Oh,
yes. I'm cooommmming. Now. Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Unnggh!!

	Then for a few seconds lost all consciousness of where I was.
All I heard was a voice in my mind.

	"Aarrgghhh!" I'm commming!! AAAAHHHHHH!! AAAAHHHHH!!"

	I felt several spurts of pussy juice strike my hand and coat
the crotch of my panties as my pussy continued to spasm. My body
stiffened, and then for a few seconds all was silent as my orgasm
began to subside.

	My entire body started trembling again as my mind gradually
returned to the here and now. I couldn't remember the last time I'd
climaxed so hard. I opened my eyes and realized I was still in the
stairwell. My God, did I scream out loud, or was it just in my mind? I
wasn't sure. One hand was still down the front of my panties rubbing
my clit, while the other continued to massage the huge load in the
rear. Again I thought about the position I would be found in should
someone open the doors. With that, I immediately withdrew both hands.
Very carefully I tugged my skirt back down trying as much as possible
to avoid rubbing it against the bulge in the rear. As best I could
tell, when I was done there was nothing too unusual about the way my
ass looked. Then I slowly made my way down the rest of the stairs. I
could feel the load in my panties squishing and shifting around with
each step, which did nothing to decrease the sexual excitement I still
felt. Still I wondered how I was going to make it back to the office
and through the rest of the day.

	Finally I got through the stairway door and down the hall to
the ladies room without encountering anyone. After entering and
locking a stall, I again raised my skirt. Carefully I lowered my
pantyhose and looked at the seat. I couldn't believe it. There was
just one small brown spot at the inside top the left leg and that was
all. My panties apparently had been able to contain the whole mess.
Slowly I removed my pantyhose. Once again I felt the squishy seat of
my panties with my hand before I peeled them off my ass. They were an
absolute mess with a huge amount of shit smeared all around the seat
and crotch. I brought them closer to my face and slowly inhaled the
strong odor. It no longer seemed as unpleasant to me. After a few
seconds I gently laid them down on the floor of the stall.

	Now I had to see to myself. There was a lot of shit still
smeared across my own ass and up my crotch as well. It took about 15
minutes and a half roll of toilet paper to clean myself up. When I was
done, I put my pantyhose back on without any panties and pulled my
skirt back down.

	Then I had to decide what to do with my shitty panties. I knew
I couldn't very well carry them around with me the rest of the day. I
figured they were beyond saving, but if I tried to flush them they'd
probably plug up the toilet. Finally I decided to simply leave them
there on the floor of the stall. I knew that even when they were
found, no one could possibly trace them back to me, especially since I
worked on another floor. Besides it was kind of fun to speculate on
how someone would react to finding a pair of poop filled adult
panties.

	Checking myself out in the mirror, I decided that, except for
a slight flush on my face, I looked pretty normal. I then washed my
hands, left the bathroom and walked back upstairs. After retrieving my
briefcase, I went back to my office and spent the rest of the day
working normally. Of course every time I thought about what had
happened, I got a little rush of sexual excitement. That turned out to
be pretty often since I was reminded every time I moved around and
felt myself no longer wearing panties under my hose.

	Just before it was time to leave, I saw Brad. He gave me a sly
grin, came over, and whispered, "Well, I hope everything came out all
right." Although my stomach was in knots, I just looked at him as if
nothing at all had happened. With a wink, he walked away. He's never
again said anything else to me, but it bothers me a little that he
knows something. No one else has ever suspected a thing.

	So that was my first panty pooping experience. I couldn't
believe at first how much of a turn on it was, but it's since become
one of my favorite sexual practices. Of course, nowadays I do it in
the privacy of my own place.

	While it would be nice to have someone to share the experience
with I haven't come across anyone, female or male, who I could confide
in yet. Also I'm not about to do it again where anyone I work with is
likely to discover me. While something like that might tend to make it
a bit more exciting, as I said at the beginning, I'm not stupid.