Posted by Audreyyy on December 19, 2010 at 12:48 [98.207.17.239]
“Ooooh… yeah… yeah… yeah… I’m poopy… oooh,” Hannah moaned as she bounced up and down ferociously on the boy’s lap, her shit-smeared bottom filled with warm, hard cock. The boy could barely control himself– his trembling hands gripped Hannah’s shiny white thighs while he clamped his eyes shut to avoid a sight that would almost instantly put him over the edge.
“Oh Hannah… oh fuck,” he whimpered, barely audible over Hannah’s squealing.
“Poopy… poopy… poopy…. Urrrghhhhh,” Hannah continued to wail, causing a few newcomers who had just walked through the door to blush and giggle uncontrollably.
“Um, Hannah?” Hannah looked up to see Kelsey standing a few feet in front of her, her hands on her hips and eyebrows twisted in apparent disgust.
“Aw Kels, come on! What?” Hannah ceased her wailing to complain.
“We need to talk. In private, asap.” Kelsey’s expression remained unchanged.
“Isn’t it obvious that I’m a little fucking busy right now?” Hannah growled, looking down at the trashed jean shorts around her ankles.
“Oh Hannah… you’re soooo… soooo hot… so hot… I’m cumming!”
“Well, looks like you’ll have time after all,” Kelsey retorted sardonically as she watched the boy lose all control.
Hannah bit her lip in frustration and stopped bouncing as she felt the familiar hot spray into her rectum. “Dammit, you couldn’t fucking last another minute?” she bitched as she pushed herself up onto her feet and pulled up her nasty shorts.
“Hannah!” Kelsey yelled in disapproval, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her towards her. Softening her tone, she turned to the bewildered-looking boy that Hannah had just abandoned. “Don’t worry about her, babe, she’s just a little confused.”
“Yeah, I’m confused why you’re still bugging me!” Hannah continued to bitch at Kelsey.
“Hannah, just fucking come with me,” Kelsey growled, dragging her into her office at the back right corner of the PPC and quickly locking the door.
“Okay, what?” Hannah asked, exasperated.
“You know what. That’s the seventh boy you’ve fucked in here this week, and it’s only Wednesday. What in the world has gotten into you, girl?” Kelsey questioned, looking Hannah straight in the eye.
“What, is that suddenly your business? And are you blind? He was obviously fucking enjoying it.”
“Hannah, it becomes my business when you go around upsetting the hell out of my friends and visitors here. He couldn’t help but enjoy it– you’re the hottest piece of poopy ass that most of the guys in here have ever seen, or will probably ever see. You’re also sixteen years old and acting like a complete poop slut. What the hell would Jackson think of all this? Did you even know that guy’s name back there?” Kelsey continued to scold.
“Don’t bring up that fuck-face! If he gave a damn about me then he wouldn’t have left me in the first place!” Hannah began to sob. Kelsey put a hand on Hannah’s shoulder.
“Look, you know that had nothing to do with you. It’s not like he could just live here completely on his own while his entire family left to work in Europe. He told me leaving was one of the hardest things he has ever done, and it’s okay for it to be one of the hardest things for you too.” Hannah grabbed Kelsey and hugged her tightly, burying her face in Kelsey’s shoulder.
“I… I know… I’ve already dealt with him leaving… I just miss the sex so much, and I need it so badly,” Hannah whimpered. A flow of steaming diarrhea began to exit the leg bands of her jean shorts and coat most of her upper legs.
“Hannah, listen.” Kelsey drew away, not particularly wanting to get diarrhea on herself just yet. “You are taking it in your butt do much that you are going to get sick, and probably even stop being able to hold your poop!”
“Kels, you’re just making that up.” Hannah responded, annoyed.
“Are you pooping right now?
“Um, no, duhh.”
“Look down.” Hannah looked down in surprise to see waves of orange-brown liquid squirting down and discoloring her legs.
“Eep!” Hannah jumped, covering her mouth with both hands.
“Don’t worry babe, it’s probably only temporary, but you HAVE to stop having so much random sex!” Kelsey admonished.
“B-but I need it soooooooo badly! None of the guys in here are any good at doing me, and most of them can’t even last five minutes when I’m poopy!” Hannah frowned.
“That’s because you don’t even KNOW them… none of those boys have any idea what floats your boat, and it’s not their fault. All you let them know is that you’re a poopy bottom instead of an actual girl!”
“Well, um, what am I supposed to do? I need to get it!”
“Here, Hannah, pay attention to this.” Kelsey opened the office door and spotted Brittany across the room, helping a giggling Allison fit into a too-tight pull-up. “Hey Britt, c’mere!” she called out playfully, immediately catching Brittany’s attention and convincing her to hurry over.
“Hey, you,” Brittany grinned and tossed her long black hair, entering the office to stand face-to-face with Kelsey.
“Hannah, would you pretty please close the door?” Kelsey asked, prompting Hannah to do so and Brittany to giggle.
“What’s up with Hannah?” Brittany asked, noticing the diarrhea that by this point covered Hannah’s legs and feet entirely.
“Oh, she’s just being a little dork,” Kelsey smiled, as she began to nuzzle Brittany’s face with her own.
“Oooh, hehe,” Brittany murmured as Kelsey lowered her hands to her hips and began to suck gently on her neck. A pink glow almost instantly washed over Brittany’s face, and her eyes glazed over slightly.
“Um, did you really have to flaunt this in front of me?” Hannah complained.
“Oh just shut up and watch,” Kelsey answered, as she pressed Brittany up against the wall and moved her left hand to her lower back. With her right hand, she gently traced the outline of Brittany’s crack on the back of her jeans, running her fingers from the perineum up to the top and back.
“Ohh… ooohh… ooohh… “ Brittany moaned softly, shivering in Kelsey’s grip. “Ooooh… ooohh… oooh…. OOOOOOHHHH!” she suddenly squealed, crumpling back against the wall and thrusting her hips against Kelsey. Kelsey giggled and treated Brittany to a firy-hot kiss.
“What the fuck?” Hannah stared in confusion. “You barely even touched her, and neither of you are even poopy! How did you make her cum like that?”
Both Kelsey and Brittany grinned at each other. “I know what goes on in that hot little body,” Kelsey affirmed, squeezing Brittany’s bottom. Hannah blushed.
“I, um… I want that too.”
“Geez, you look like you need it!” Brittany laughed as she looked over Hannah’s tight, poopied lower body.
“But how am I supposed to find another real boyfriend like, right away? I don’t think I can wait…” Hannah whined.
“You just need to promise yourself you’ll try,” Kelsey advised. “Yes, it’s not going to happen right away, but you need to start sometime. For fuck’s sake, you’re hot enough… think you can do that?”
“I’ll try…” Hannah blushed.
“Well then… maybe we should take care of her now so that she doesn’t get caught up in something on the way out, huh?” Kelsey raised her eyebrows at Brittany.
“Mhmm!” Brittany laughed and winked at Hannah.
“Umm, what?” Hannah furrowed her brow in confusion as Brittany and Kelsey faced each other and pulled down each other’s jeans to reveal matching pairs of shiny red booty shorts.
“Ready?” Kelsey asked, grabbing Brittany’s hands.
“Ready!!!” Brittany laughed. *ppppffftttthhhhhbbBBBBBBBBBLLLLLOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP*
Both pairs of underpants inflated simultaneously with soft, steaming mushy crap, straining to escape at both the waist and legs.
“Oh fuck yeah, that was awesome!” Kelsey squealed. “Now let’s get these things on.” Both girls turned their backs to Hannah, giving her a full view of the half-volleyball of poop somehow packed into each pair of shorts. From Hannah’s perspective, it was unclear what exactly the couple was doing, only that there were lots of audible snaps and pops and a lot of giggling. Already baffled by the point of all this, Hannah grew impatient after several minutes and cleared her throat loudly. *Ahem*
“Sorry babe! Don’t worry, we didn’t forget about you!” Kelsey grinned as she and Brittany turned around. Hannah stared in shock.
“Are those for…?” She couldn’t quite finish.
“Yep! These are for you! Brittany stuck out her tongue playfully and stroked the clear blue vibrating dildo now strapped to her crotch.
“Um, you guys, I... d-don’t like… um… eep!” Hannah stuttered until she felt Kelsey’s hands unbuttoning her jean shorts (now completely orange-brown) and allowing them to drop to the floor.
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to… you know…?” Hannah mewled disconcertedly.
“Hehe, you won’t even want to for awhile after this!” Brittany wiggled her hips as she approached Hannah’s front, and Kelsey moved around to face Hannah’s back.
“I… dunno…” Hannah blushed a deep purple.
“Holy shit, you’re so poopy!” Kelsey yelped as she and Brittany grabbed each other’s messy bottoms and sandwiched Hannah tightly between them, deeply impaled by both dildos.
“AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” Hannah threw her head back as her legs gave out under her, and Brittany and Kelsey held her up by the back of her thighs. “FUCKKK MEEEEEE!!!!” Tears ran down Hannah’s gorgeous face as Brittany and Kelsey frenched passionately over her left shoulder.
About an hour and a half later, Hannah stumbled out of the office giggling. As she sat down comfortably and wiggled her bottom in her poopy shorts, another random boy approached her, staring at the ridiculously poopied mess everywhere below her belly button.
“Are you ready Hannah? I think it’s my turn,” he grinned. Hannah stood up, farted loudly, and began to walk away bouncily, turning over her shoulder to wink and answer, “Oops, I guess not!”
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