Posted by jerry on October 13, 2000 at 07:22
I posted this quite a while ago, but I decided to repost it. Brenda and I were just past the age of puberty, and were in fact more playmates than boyfriend and girlfriend, but we our play had recently gotten more sexual. We had done a lot of touching and feeling, but no actual sex. We had heard about screwing, and oral sex from other kids, but hadn't gotten that far yet. I tried to talk Brenda into it, but she didn't want to. Finally, the time came. She and her family were moving to another state, and we wouldn't see each other ever again. She decided to have sex with me.It was the last day before they were to move. My parents worked evenings, so we planned the act after they left for work. My mom was the last to leave for work each day, and she would lock the doors when she left, and I would go across the alley to my grandmother's for supper and stay there until she got home. There was an old matress in the garage loft, and I had snuck a clean sheet up there for us to use on the big day. The day came, and Brenda and I were in the back yard sitting on a blanket playing monopoly, waiting for my mom to leave. Finally the time came. My mom looked out the back door, and said, I'm leaving, when the game is over you can go on over to grandma's. As soon as she was gone, I said "let's go", but brenda hesitated, saying she wanted to finish the game. She was kind of figiting around and shifting positions. We played another half an hour, and I was wiped out by landing on boardwalk. Again I said "Lets go do it". Brenda said "No, I can't" I was begging her now, saying she promised, and we'd never see each other again. Finally she said "I can't do it because I've pooped in my panties, and it's all messy.I wasn't to be put off, I said "I don't care if it's messy, I can wash it off myself with the hose. She stood there quietly for a few seconds, then she said, " I cant let you make love to me, because we'll get poop up inside me, but I'll suck you on one condidtion. What's that" I asked. "You have to poop in your pants too, before I do it then walk me home. " I almost blew it right then and there. I as her to show me her poopy panties before I went and pooped my pants. She got mad at me, saying forget it, then she quieted down and took my hand and led me into the garage. She turned her back to me and raised her skirt. The load in her pink panties was onvious, but I pylled the waist band back and looked inside. They were full of semisoft poop. It was sort of yellowish brown, and was smeared all over her bottom. I was rock hard. Shelowered her kirt and turned around. She kissed me, felt my hard member thru my jeans, and said, "well are you going to do it?" I figured I could get away with just doing enough im my pants to stain them a little. Fortunately I did have to go, and had been holding it because, when I went in at my grandma's, I knew I would have to stay. I spread my legs slightly and pushed. It wasn't as easy as i thought, and All I managed at first was to pee a little in my pants. I quickly stopped and told her to go outside while I peed in the corner. "I want to watch", she said. "But I'm not susposed to pee in front of girls", I answered. "Don't be silly" she said, " I'm sure going to see your dick if I give you a blowjob, aren't I. We walked over to the corner, and I took my hard member out and tried to pee. "I want to hold it", she said. I was having trouble peeing while hard, and it was near inpossible with her holding my dick. I pushed harder, then two things happened. I started pooping, then peeing. I quickly pinched off my poop, and the pee stopped too. I hadn't done a lot in my pants, but it was enough that I could feel a soft lump between my cheeks, pressing against the seat of my pants. "What's wrong?" she asked. "I just pooped my pants" I answered. "Show me" she said. I started to protest, but she reminded me that I had made her show me her panties, and it was only fair that I showed her mine too. I turned my back to her, and pulled my shorts down. She pulled the waist of my white jockey shorts out and looked. "Come on" she said, "there better be a lot more than that in your pants if you want me to suck you. I tried to pee again. This time it was easier even with her holding it for me. I finished, and she shoved my dick back in my pants without shaking it, and me pants got a few drops wetter. I spread my legs, squatted slightly and pushed again. This time it was easier. It was also more difficult to stop this time. By the time I stopped , a sizeable load had buldged my pants, and spread across my bottom. "There, I did it" I said. She wanted to see again. Once again I pulled my shorts down, and she looked. "That's pretty good, but I want to see more.I pulled my shorts up and tried again, this time pushing everything I could do into the seat of my pants. "That's really all I can do" I told her. She looked again at the now massive mess in my pants, and said "Okay, I guess that will have to do. She pulled up a small lawn chair, and told me to sit down in it. I sat down carefully, not knowing what to expect. Poop mashed against mt bottom and spread up the back of my underoants. It also spread towards my crotch. As I fidgited trying to get comfortable sitting in poopy pants, I felt it against my balls and right at the leg openings of my underpants. Brenda knelt in front of me, and unzipped my shorts. She reached in and pulled out my rock hard member. She kised it, then took it in her mouth and started sucking. It seemed like an eternity, but I don't think I lasted more than thirty or forty seconds before I came. She spit my load out and said It was time to walk her home.I got up, and felt poop slide down my legs and fall on the floor of the garage. Igot a rag from the bin on dad's work bench and wiped the poop off of my legs, and cleaned it up from the floor, then thru the rag in the trash can. As i turned my back to Brenda, she told me, "There are a few small wet spots in the seat of your shorts, and a nice buldge back there too from your poop."It was about one block to her house. I could feel my poopy pants with every step I took. We got there. Her mom was sitting on the back porch. I stayed in the yard, and Brenda went up on the porch. Her mom said something to her, Brenda answered, and went inside. Her mom said, to me, "you might as well go home, Brenda has had a little accident, and she won't be able to come out again. As I walked home, I realized, the house was locked, and I didn't have any clean clothes to change into. I stood at the back gate of grandma's yard for a while trying to figure out what to do. Finally I went in. "Grandma, I said, I had an accident in my pants" She told me to go into the bathroom and claen myself up. Then she got her key to the house and went over to get clean underpants and shorts for me. I heard about it from my mom the next day, but the experience was well worth the scolding I got for messing in my pants. I became a big fan of pants pooping that day. As I think about the incident today, I am still unsure if Brenda was a panty pooper, or if she just had an accident in her panties. I remember, as a little girl, she would often squatt and pee thru her panties rather than stopping play to use the potty. She would say that they would quickly dry in the summer heat. But I had never seen her poop them while playing. unless I just didn't notice, and the poop wouldn't go away in the summer heat. I spent a good part of my life wishing I could relive the incident, until my wife did it for me once. But that's another story. The above post is probably 80 to 90 % true to the best of my recollection. There may be some embellishments added mostly by the dusty cobwebs of 40 years or more since it happened.
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