Panty Pooping Stories

Tales From The Pooped Gusset of Pantypoop.dot.com

Being a 25 year old black grown woman I can’t understand why a grown woman would shit on herself on purpose and post on the internet, I for the first time in my life accidently shit on myself the other day outside in front of my neighbors a man and a woman, I thought I just had to fart but it came out wet, and I couldn’t hide it because it ran down my leg! and I had on white shorts at the time! so I had to tell them I just shit on myself by accident! and that was the most embarrasing moment of my life, it is still hard for me to face them everyday but I have to go on with my life, I always wonder if they ever told anybody, I’m a regular black woman cute and fine, and I always fart in public but that was the first time that happened now I go be careful farting in public around certain people, I’m just glad I was at my apt and not really out in public, I don’t know how I could of dealt with that! I remember when I was watching Flavor of love and that girl Somethin shit on herself on TV, I know she still have a problem dealing with that shit! now I’m sort of in the same situation, but at least I wasn’t on TV! thank God! But I took a shower and washed my panties out right away because I didn’t wont my boyfriend to find the panties in the dirty clothes or in the trash with shit stains in them, How could I explain that to him, I see shit stains in his draws all the time and I’m always getting on his ass! but I know he’s a man and they have them all the time so I didn’t wont him to find mine, that would of gave him a reason to get on me, although my case was different. I shit on myself, he on the other hand just can’t wipe his ass good! I know how to wipe my ass! I still will never show my picture on the internet! shitting yourself is nasty and I hate that happened but I would never do it on purpose! but shit happens! this is my story!

Shit For Me!

Ever since my divorce three years ago, I’ve never found the time (or money for that matter) for a holiday. The life of a single mum is one of work and then more work. But all that changed a few months back. I belong to various dating sites, but in truth find that most of the men are just interested in sex (nothing new there!) and feel that a single mum is probably a good score, as we don’t see that much action. I prefer masturbation to the hassle of a real cock ie it comes attatched to a man! In fact I really at the point where sex with a partner is just something I don’t think of.
Every day my email dings with new possibilities, all types of men and all types of messages. On the whole I look through them, but am pretty uninterested. But Martin did seem different. OK, I don’t really go by the photo, but he looked just like his description…tall, handsome and with a winning smile. His letter was short but warm. So I wrote back.
And now, three months later, here we are in Paris! Cafes, culture and lots of wonderful sex. I learned alot about myself and more importantly, about my limits. For instance, I’ve never liked being licked out or sucking cock. And I never allowed my husband to cum in my mouth (looking back, probably one of the many reasons we got divorced). But with Martin everything was different. He was so gentle and explained it all so logically. And boy was I glad of that. I couldn’t get enough of his tongue (and now with a finger up my butt at the same time!). And I loved feeling his hot jizz spurting into the back of my throat. He loved to see his cum and I was only to happy to oblige, rolling his cum around my mouth and letting it dribble out onto his hardening cock. Once in a restaurant, I jerked him off into my hand under the long table clothe, and then ate it. And some nights later, in a hot and crowded club, he sat me on his lap, and after fingering me, let his cock slide up my ass hole….I just had to move the smallest amount and then a few minutes later his cock spasmed and he shot a huge load into me.
On our last night, we were laying on the bed, flicking through the TV channels before we got ready to go out to dinner. He turned and kissed me and then asked me if I would do him a favour. He said that he was feeling a bit embarressed, but said that he had come to realize that this was important to him within a relationship. I was now a little more than curious. He gently explained that ever since he was small, he’d had a fetish for watching girls shit themselves. Errr…OK…I admit that I was a little shocked, but tried to hide my reation as I could see that this fetish was obviously very important to Martin. And then he asked if I would consider doing it for him.
Well, that’s not your everyday sort of question. And so I said “Yes”, but I must admit, I really thought that this was step too far. I guess that I was kinda falling in love and wanted to make him happy. Any how, I done so many new and what I before thought of as “dirty” things with Martin, that how was this really in any way different. So I decided to do it well!
I looked though my sexy underware untill I found a lovely whte lacy pair of panties. I went into the bathroom and chnged into these, plus a nice pushup bra and high heels. I did my hair and makeup. And I also did some tummy crunched to make sure that I could produce a big poop.
Opening the bathroom door, I walked across the room as sexily as possible, and within moments had his stiffening cock in my greedy mouth. At the same time I would break off sucking to tell him of the huge shit I was going to do for him. I could feel his excitment rising. Finally I got of the bed and walked back to the bathroom. With the door open, he could have a good view of the glass shower cubicle. I climbed in and then started the shower. I pushed my now wet arse up againgst the glass and moved it round and round. Bending forwards, I relaxed by butt and felt a huge load, a massive poop sliding out into my panties. I squashed it up against the glass and smeared it around. The smell was strong, but the feeling was fantastic. Suddenly the shower door was flung open and there was Martin thrusting his huge cock into my face before letting a massise stream of sperm shoot into my eager mouth. It just kept cumming and cumming. Finally, he just fell to the floor, with a huge smile on his face.
And now we are married! I shit for him all the time and he fills me with cum. I think this one’s a keeper!

My Confession

      Well, let’s start by saying what needs to be said…my wife enjoys shitting herself! Enjoyment might be too lighter word for it, as she absolutely loves shitting her panties. Or stockings, pantyhose, jeans, Spandex fitness wear…you get the picture. When I ask as to why, she says that it is a combination of the forbidden, the shocking, and ultimately, the sheer pleasure of the sensation of pooping herself. She even tried to convince me to try. But push as I might, I just couldn’t do the poop in front of another person (and in truth I really didn’t want to!). In spite of what I have just written, the other day I had a kind of epiphany, and though I will not go as far as to say that I’m into this pantie pooping stuff, let’s just say that it is proving an interesting addition to our sex life.

   My wife and I married young. Back in those days, you didn’t have sex until the ring was placed on her finger, though we did of course fool around a little. Then we moved in together and so started our life as a couple. The funny thing was, that I was the one who was more shy. She was the first (and only) woman I’d ever been with. I remember the first time, I just couldn’t get it up, and yet I’d been jerking off at the very thought of this moment for the last God knows how many months. She was much more secure in herself and wanted to try everything. And boy, was I lucky…she was a natural! Now I had no idea that women like to be licked “down there” and so she set about educating me. At the same time she treated me to long, long blow jobs and loved me to spurt into her open mouth. She liked to have sex in public places where we might be discovered. In a way, you could say that she was the leader, the instigator in our sex life, and though I went along with this quite happily, at times I did feel as if my role as the male lead had been superseded  And I also think that she wanted me to be more in control, be more the ”man”, and dominate her a little.

   One afternoon a few days ago, I arrived home early and was greeted by an awful smell. A smell of shit! I thought that the toilet was blocked and backing up and tried to remember where I had put the number of the plumber. Up the stairs I went and into the toilet to check out the problem. But to my surprise, it was clean and flushed. The smell did seem stronger up here and appeared to be radiating from the bedroom. Pushing the door open, I was met with the sight of my wife lying on the bed, on her side, reading a magazine. She appeared very relaxed and was dressed in her nightie, and on seeing me, she looked up and smiled….one of those slightly naughty “come to bed” smiles. I was on the point of asking about the smell, when, as if to answer my unasked question, she rolled over onto her front, exposing her arse to me. There was a large bulge and some brown staining and then it dawned on me that she was the source, that she had shit her panties. Deliberately. Well, I was shocked. I just stood there, rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do or say. One thing I can tell you for sure, is that I felt NO sexual excitement at all. I must have looked appalled  As I turned to go, she quickly got off the bed and came over and grabbed my wrist, pulling me back into the room. She told me that pooping her panties was her most secret, and yet gave her the most exciting of feelings. Because it was such a no-no, something so dark and forbidden, and yet something so absolutely pleasurable, that she loved doing it. She told me that it was her “drug”. And then she asked if one day I’d like to watch and share.

    The thing is that I love my wife very much. I want her to be happy. And I am mature enough to know that we all have different degrees of enjoyment for different things. But…the thought of watching her shit herself turned my stomach. I couldn’t see how anyone could find pleasure in such a disgusting act, as I know that I certainly couldn’t. So I turned and ran down the stairs and out into the garden. After that unbearable smell, thank God for fresh air!  A few minutes later, and with a clearer head, I popped back inside and made us both a cup of tea. She had now cleaned herself up and we sat together and talked. She wasn’t upset with my reaction upstairs, telling me that it was just natural and normal when faced with something so, how can we say it, new. In the end we agreed that I would try and remain open and that we would introduce panty pooping into our sex life…but slowly. That evening I went on line to find out all I could about this fetish. It proved quite an eye opener for me. But, as I had promised, I was determined to see this through. 

     A couple of nights later we had returned from a friends party. We were both a little worse for wear. Of course, once in the bed, we both started feeling randy. Though I was in my pajamas  and she in a nightshirt and panties, we were soon touching, stroking and fingering. And then a fantastic slow blowjob. When I was good and ready, she turned herself onto her stomach and pushed a pillow under her belly to raise her lovely buttocks up for easier and deeper penetration. She was so wet and creamy that I slid in so easily, the sheer pleasure being almost overwhelming. I started to thrust gently in and out (she loves it when I pull all the way out very, very slowly and then thrust in violently). She reached around and started fondling my balls, and then grabbing the shaft of my cock, she pulled it out of her and offered it up to her ass hole. What an invitation! First time in my life doing anal. I stared as the head of my cock nussled up against her butt hole and then I pushed. Her hole seemed to resist me, and then suddenly it slipped inside. Such unbelievable hotness and tightness and within a few wonderful strokes, I was cumming. It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced and I must have cum gallons. In the end, exhausted and happy I withdrew my now flassid cock.

    And as I did so it was followed by a large dark brown shit. I gently fell onto my side on the bed and just watched as the poop got larger and larger until it weighted down her tight panties, making a huge, brown stained bulge. I must admit that it was really very erotic. I didn’t notice (or care) about the sudden smell, all I could do was just lay there and watch, fascinated. She groaned loudly and reaching behind herself, started to work her fingers around her sopping wet cunt. And then I started to feel myself getting hard again….something that hadn’t happened for many, many years! As my wife was keeping herself busy, I crept to the toilet and washed my cock which was now a raging erection. back into the bedroom and I positioned myself in front of her, and opening her eyes, she smiled at me, and then took my cock into her hungry mouth. looking down over her back, over to her buttocks  I could see the dark, wet bulge, moving as she worked her bust fingers. As her breathing quickened, I too felt the most amazing sensation and then a huge wad of sperm shot into her mouth, as she came, moaning and thrashing about. Cum oozed down her chin and then, looking my in the eye, she opened her mouth and then used her tongue to play with my load, before swallowing. I bent forwards and kissed her.

So, if there’s a moral to the story, it’s something about keeping the mind open….for no matter how negative you might feel about a certain sex act, you might just surprise yourself with the reality. I know that I did.

      

High School Shame

One month before I graduated high school I lived through the most embarrassing, shameful experience of my life. The day started just like any other. I got up in the morning, took a shower during which I contemplated masturbating but decided not to, got dressed, ate breakfast, and then left for school. I was a little gangling when I was growing up but by my final year I had grown into a very attractive girl. I stood 5’9” tall, weighed only 115lbs, and had developed nice perky breasts that the boys enjoyed quite a bit (I had even let a number of them feel me up during my senior year).

On that fateful and awful day I was wearing a short plaid skirt, a tight long sleeve shirt and a pair of sandals. Underneath my skirt I had on a pair of yellow cotton fullback panties. I like to keep it modest when I wear a short skirt to school in case anything goes terribly wrong. I live only a half mile from the school so I walk everyday with my backpack over my shoulders and my iPod playing.

The school day turned out to be like any other. Classes were mostly boring and all I could think about was what college was going to be like. I had already gotten into USC so I wasn’t concerned with doing particularly well in my classes. I figured that there was no way they were going to kick me out now, especially since my parents could afford to pay the tuition without taking any loans.

I stayed after school that day to hang out with my friends for a while. After an hour we all went our separate ways and I headed back to the school to go to the bathroom. I had needed to poop since lunch but I thought I could hold it until I got home. Now I knew I wouldn’t survive the half mile walk back home without going to the bathroom first. When I reached the door to the school I was dismayed to find it locked. I ran around to the front door and found that it too was locked.

Immediately I panicked. I didn’t think I could make it home without pooping my panties but if I wasted any more time looking for a bathroom and didn’t find one I definitely wouldn’t make it. I decided to go home and use the bathroom there. I briefly debated running but decided against it because it would loosen the muscles down there and I might slip up and let everything out. Instead I chose to walk home with my ass clenched so nothing could squeeze out. It would take twice as long but I thought it was the right decision.

Sadly, it turned out to be the wrong decision. When I was half way home I dropped a book I was carrying that hadn’t fit into my backpack. When I bent over to pick it up I loosened my anus and pooped my pants. Immediately I could feel the heat of my poop and it was distinctly unpleasant. I stood up straight and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. I couldn’t believe I had just lost control of myself like that! Now I was stuck with a poop in my pants and a white hot burning shame running through my body.

I had to walk even slower now so nothing would come out of my panties. I avoided the gazes of people walking by so they wouldn’t notice me but I couldn’t help but think that everyone knew what had happened to me. I felt so embarrassed to have done this; I would simply die if anyone saw. When I heard a voice calling from behind I froze up.

“Hey Jenna, wait for me.” The voice belonged to Ross, the kid who lived next door. We weren’t really friends but sometimes he walked home with me. “Hey Jenna, what’s up?” He said as he settled alongside me.

“Nothing Ross. I’m just going home.”

“Are you okay Jenna, you don’t look right?” He asked with a genuinely concerned tone.

Of course I wasn’t okay but I couldn’t very well tell him what had happened. I just wanted him to go away. I would have been fine if in that moment he had died. It’s certainly what I felt like doing. Instead we just walked the last quarter mile together chatting about nothing in particular. I waved goodbye as I walked up the steps to my house and I swear I heard him laughing. When I turned around he was looking up the street but my face burned hot with shame anyway.

The door to the house was unlocked, which meant my mother was home. I opened the door quietly in the hopes of getting upstairs and changing before she had a chance to corner me.

“Is that you Jenna?” I heard her call out. My heart sank. “Come into the kitchen and talk to me.”

There was no point in resisting my mother. If I had just bolted upstairs and changed quickly she would have been furious. You didn’t ignore her in this household. So I walked into the kitchen and right away she could see that something was wrong. “Jenna baby, what’s wrong? Did something happen at school?”

I tried my best to deny that anything was wrong by telling her that school was great, I was looking forward to graduating, etc so she would leave me alone. She didn’t buy any of it and soon enough she had worn me down. I broke down crying as I told her that I had pooped my pants while walking home from school. I told her of the painful and powerful shame that I felt and that I was sure everyone who saw me on my way home knew what had happened, including Ross.

My mother gave me a hug and told me that everything would be all right, just as mothers do. I changed into a new pair of panties and threw the old ones out and eventually I found myself getting over the shame of the day. Still, for the rest of the school year I was sure that Ross was laughing at me every time he saw me.

At The Gym

    Since having my baby (whose now a bouncy 7 months old) I decided to get myself back into shape. Though my husband has never commented on my extra kilos, well, I’m not the same girl he dated, and more than anything I’d like to get back into my old clothes. So off to the gym.

    I’m assigned a “trainer” who’ll show me how all the equipment works and also encourage me to reach my goals. And just like in one of those tacky women’s novels, he’s an absolute dish! When we are first introduced I feel myself blushing like a shy little girl. He has a lovely smile to go with that perfect body, and I can’t help but notice the outline of his cock through his spandex shorts. After we chat for a few minutes, I needed to excuse myself to go to the toilet as I felt the need for a poop. But once locked in the toilet cubicle, all I could think about was his cock, and so I sat down and fingered myself till I came. Wiped my pussy off, flushed the loo and off to work out. But maybe it would of been better to poop rather than masturbate….

     First we started on the mat doing some warm-up exercises, stretching and pulling. Bending forwards to touch my toes and I could feel a slight twinge in my stomach. But I’m enjoying this class so I let it pass. At one point, I’m learning to use the wall bars and he (the fucking fuck GOD!!) comes over and steadies me by gripping me around the waist. Jesus, I almost creamed my tights there and then. It’s been years since any man apart from my husband has laid a hand on me, and to feel his strong and manly arms supporting me is almost too much. I looked down and to my embarrassment saw that my nipples have hardened and are very noticeable jutting out from my tight sports shirt. I go to turn away, but we somehow muddle and my tit brushed against his hand. But he’s so professional and pretends not to notice, but gave me a reassuring smile.

    Now we have moved on to the weights. He’s showing me how to bench press and how to use the different weights for their relevant muscle groups. As he lifts up I can’t help but notice his shorts were pulling up and pulled tighter…and his cock appeared huge. I tried to look away, but in my mind a fantasy is already playing out, involving me on my knees slowly sucking his dick until I get a mouthful of creamy sperm. I focused to find that he is staring at me with a kinda naughty smile playing on his lips. I followed his gaze and see that his fixing on my camel toe, and realized that I probably have a wet patch there. But ever the gentleman, he says that I’m looking flushed and that maybe I should sit down and have a short rest. He signals for me to follow him into the office upstairs.

     Once there, he asked me to make myself comfortable on the sofa and turned to get me a glass of water. I felt a sudden pang of discomfort from my stomach, but before I had time to think on it, he’s returned holding out the glass for me. He sat down besides me and started telling me how I should go easy with exercising at the beginning. There were some fitness magazines on the table beside me and as he reached across me to take one, he accidentally knocked the glass of water in my hand and it splashed the front of my tee shirt. Looking down, I could see my tits clearly, with the nipples erect, and then my eyes are drawn to his cock, by now he’d got a massive erection. Flustered, he tried to dab my soaking shirt with his hankie, and as he does so, I push my tits out. My nipples, hard as nails, brushed against his palm, and at the same time I reached down and started stroking his cock.

     Within seconds he’s lifted up my top and started sucking my tits, and for my part I dropped my head and took his swollen cock into my wet mouth. After some moments, he then pushed me back so that I was lying on the sofa, and started rubbing my cunt through my panties, whilst I jerked his member with my outstretched hand. He seemed pretty good at this (I’m not so foolish as to believe that I’m the first girl to be on this sofa with him) and soon had found my clit and was gently squeezing and rubbing it. I could already feel that delicious feeling building inside. Looking across I could see the head of his cock was really huge and red. I decided to try and bring him off at the same time and so started rubbing him faster. He moaned (as did I!) and then he pushed my panties to one side and slid a couple of fingers into my wet and creamy cunt, whilst his thumb expertly worked on my clitoris. I lay on my side and started sucking him, running my tongue over the head and up and down the shaft. And then slowly taking it into my mouth. His cock started to twitch. I knew he was close. And so was I. Now his fingers were replace by his lovely tongue, working it’s way around my cunt lips and then inside, slurping on my creamy juices. And suddenly the orgasm came…strong and gushing. And at that very moment he decided to push a finger up my ass. Not a good idea!

    My muscles tightened and I tried to close my legs. With my other hand I reached down and gently pulled his finger from my ass and I remember thinking that there’s now no going back. A huge poop squeezed out and filled my panties. The shear weight of it was tugging on the waist of my panties. An acrid smell filled my nostrils and I felt the hotness of a fresh poop on my buttocks.Suddenly his cock throbbed strongly and a stream of hot jizz spurted into my mouth…and kept on cumming. Sperm spilled from my full mouth covering my jerking hand and his tight balls. He was gasping, his chest heaving and then he very gently kissed my sopping wet cunt. looking down his body from between my open legs, I could see the expression on his face as he stared at the bulge in my panties….a look of happiness and contentment!

      After we had cleaned up he told me that was the most exciting sex he had ever had. It was something “forbidden” that made it so hot. He also said that he loved finding panty pooping videos on the internet, but had never dared to ask a girl to actually poop for him. He then said that maybe we could come to some sort of arrangement whereby we could swap a weekly pantypooping session (no sex involved!) with my gym membership. Sounds good to me!