Cindy In Traffic

She liked her job as accountant, and the new position with the firm paid much better than her previous job. But the hours were a bit longer, and one thing she could do without was the weekly Friday afternoon meetings.

Tired, she walked back to her office. Most people were already gone, and she just shut down her work laptop, closed the lid, and locked her office. All she was looking forward to was getting home and starting her weekend.

In the hallway she felt a twinge in her abdomen, and wondered for a moment if she should stop at the woman's restroom before she got into her car and started the 40 minute drive home. But then she smiled at herself, and decided not to. Maybe it could lead to some… fun… later.

Pulling out of the parking lot at the company, she was soon on the beltway, driving along and listening to the drivetime show on the car radio. As she passed a truck, her stomach gave another twinge – stronged this time, but then it extended a bit down into her belly, turning into a not very comfortable cramp. She shifted uncomfortably on the seat, eyeing the clock and the traffic around her. She recognized the sensation, welcomed it even, but… she wondered if she miscalculated a bit by not stopping off at the restroom before getting on the road.

She tried to think of something else. Her stomach twinged again, and she grimaced. Again it was a cramp, and it had an unpleasant edge and a hint of urgency to it that she really did not appreciate.

She grew up in an orphanage. She had never known her parents, and effectively her mother became “Aunt Lorinda”, one of the caregivers at the orphanage. It was the stereotypical “orphanage story” - too many kids and too few caregivers – and very early she realised she had to fight for attention just like the other girls and boys.

Her hands whitened on the steering wheel – another cramp had seized her guts, this one a -lot- stronger than the last. It had a very unpleasant feeling to it now, and she felt something shift and move low down in her stomach, and she was suddenly -very- uncomfortable.

She regretted now skipping the bathroom visit before leaving work.

It was developing too fast…

After a few seconds, wonderfully, the feeling left, but only partially, and she suddenly felt… full? Bloated? She was apprehensive, but there was also the familiar, tingling excitement coursing through her body at what was happening. It was tense, on one hand she was slowly slowly starting to get aroused, on the other she could tell the feeling would be back, and at the same time she dreaded and welcomed that.

She scrunched her thighs together, the fat, furry wedge between her legs starting to swell and tingle.

She did not remember much from the very early days at the orphanage, neither could she remember when she started her acting-out, but she knew now it was a cry for help, for attention.

One of her earliest memories was Aunt Lorinda cleaning her diaper, the feel of the rough toilet paper against her buttocks and in between them, and the sheer joy of just being touched by someone.

Maybe that is where it started?

She did not remember much after that, but she did remember that she soon learned that at least, if she had to be cleaned, there was some touch, some attention lavished on her, even though it was not entirely positive and based off something she was told was private and not supposed to draw attention to her.

Another cramp hit her stomach. It was a lot more powerful than the last one, and she gritted her teeth, for now it was slowly becoming what she loved / dreaded. The full feeling now shifted down some more into her pelvis, the pressure rising, and even though her mound felt as if it was starting to slowly glow from inside, it was marred / stimulated by what had now started to turn behind it into the familiar, completely normal urge – only this felt worse, more powerful, more… full. More urgent.

She suddenly considered her options, for the full, grossly repulsive animal-basic feeling was now unmistakable and the dire need quite urgent in her lower belly. Again there was a dangerous edge to it, a warning from her body, that she would sooner, rather than later, -really- need to get to a toilet.

The terrible / wonderful urge had become too strong, too fast.

She had made a mistake.

Again she pulled out left and eyed her speedometer. She was already at 55 mph and it was a 55 zone. The torturous / pleasant urging cramp slowly faded, but her stomach felt… wrong somehow, and it left a feeling it would be back, and be more powerful, the next time it came round. She was slightly overwhelmed, for the driving, animalistic arousal that came with the normal natural need was coursing all over her body, making even her toes tingle. She gritted her teeth, both with pleasurable anticipation and endurance of the insidiously intense physical desire that had her in grips.

So she started messing herself. She deliberately held it on the regular bathroom breaks the orhpanage school had during the days, then, five or ten minutes after the break, she'd let it happen. Aunt Lorinda would smell it, and look around for whom had done it (for the other kids, by accident, had it happen quite a few times) and then see it was Cindy. She'd take her to the bathroom (not angrily or unkindly) clean Cindy's bottom, then dress her in clean panties.

But each time she had to touch Cindy, wipe her buttocks, pull down the soiled little-girl panties and pull up a clean pair. She loved it – some attention, being touched by someone, even though Aunt Lorinda sometimes raged or got angry, Cindy wouldn't trade the scrap of attention for anything.

It went on for a long time, she'd do it and Aunt Lorinda would clean her, until well after she should have been capable of controlling herself, and asking for the bathroom. They despaired of her, taking her to a doctor who examined her there and pronounced her perfectly healthy. The next day she did it again, to Aunt Lorinda's despair.

There was the final time, she must have been six or seven, when she did it again and this time Aunt Lorinda had lost her patience. She dragged her to the bathroom, pushed up her little skirt and pulled her panties down, raging, for it was a mess. She'd scolded Cindy, usually she'd clean her from behind but she was so angry she half pushed her on her back on the cold bathroom floor and jerked up both her legs by the ankles, letting the paper scrape and rub down below, but doing it angrily so the rough paper brushed a few times over Cindy's small little pudgy sex.

This she remembered well, for some reason the rough toilet paper rasping against her child's genitals had… triggered something? She had not known what it was, the same physical joy was there at at least being touched, but the moment Aunt Lorinda had brushed the toilet paper against the pouting lips between Cindy's legs a new, vibrant, -extremely- nice feeling had suddenly came over her entire body like a storm of sparks fountaining up from between her legs, something she could not describe and had never experienced before.

It had been utterly thrilling, absolutely wonderful, she'd suddenly felt heavy all over as the riveting, surging wave of a new and amazing and wildly pleasurable sensation washed upward over her body from the tiny pouting slit between her legs to roll outward all over her, making her feel hot and freezing at the same time, both frightening her with its incredible power and delighting her with its almost panicky intensity and a piercing, electrically physical delight she'd never experienced before.

It had faded the moment Aunt Lorinda had lifted the tissue for another wipe, then flared hotly all over again as she stroked it a second time over Cindy's budded cleft. She did it a third time, still raging, and all Cindy could do was ride the unbelievably wonderful surge of panicky ecstasy the rough paper against her tiny little vulva brought over her, she had never thought herself capable of experiencing anything that had felt -this- good.

Cindy pulled right again, her stomach was churning horribly, a low, dangerous tone all over her belly, the sensation unmistakable. Still at least 30 minutes to home, and she was not sure – not sure at all – that she'd be able to hold out till then. Her belly lurched suddenly and powerfully and her hands went tight around the steering wheel, and she gasped and half rose on her seat, no no no she couldn't not now…!

After a few terrible seconds she managed to subdue the overwhelming, driving need, and she horribly, slowly -felt- something move inside her intestines, thankfully moving up slowly toward her chest, not down toward…

The urge slowly faded, but not completely but she was starting to panic.

She needed to get to a toilet.

She needed to get to a toilet RIGHT THE HELL NOW.

She slowly pressed down on her car's accelerator, letting the needle go over 60, then 65, started passing people in the left lane, little twitches and movements low down in her stomach torturing her, but still delectably mixed with the slowly pulsating heat building between her legs, behind the gusset of her white cotton panties. She ground her teeth, yet wanted to smile with the soaring arousal that also had a hold of her sex. She scrunched her vagina in on itself, it felt empty and hungry as it always did at these times, her labia felt swollen and tingly and hot and her slitted sex wet and melting all at the same time.

After that episode she messed herself a few times more, but Aunt Lorinda, even though she patiently and lovingly cleaned Cindy, never let the paper brush over Cindy's private parts again. Of course she tried it herself, but it just not had the effect she had felt that day, it was vaguely nice but the exploding / sparking / stabbing sensation of that first moment was absent.

She had stopped after that, mostly because the fiction was getting old, all the other kids were now toilet trained, and the messes became embarrassing and the attention given less positive and more negative. For a few years after that she almost forgot about it, and though she -did- enjoy going to the toilet, the feel of the cool plastic against her legs and butt, the straining and then the release of her feces, the smell of it - but it never again had that animalistic, electric edge of intense delight that she had experienced once.

Until one day, when she had been about seventeen.

She could not remember the rest of that day, for one thing only was burned into her mind that happened.

She had had to go to the toilet, and for some reason, she could not remember why, she had sat down and gotten started, then had rested her elbows on her knees and her one hand, with toilet paper, had naturally brushed against her mound. She had pubic hair by then, a nice, triangular jungle of dark, jet-black hair, and her vulva had enlarged in the meantime, her slit opening and dividing as she became an adult woman, her inner labia emerging and becoming naturally exposed and hanging slightly outside the rounded, furred folds of her outer labia majora which had parted to the sides to allow her inner womanhood to protrude through the dark cleft between them.

And it happened. It was that same riveting pleasure, the same soaring heat, and it flared powerfully like a guttering torch between her legs, so intense she gasped with it, startling her so that she jerked her hand away and low down between her buttocks her anus had snapped shut like a bear-trap, bisecting a long turd of her feces with an audible plop which she was midway through straining down into the toilet bowl.

Another cramp hit her, the need to immediately defecate now almost irresistable. She eyed her speedometer. Dare she go 70?

Things were slowing down. She passed a truck, then the road suddenly was full in front of her, and with a sinking, desperate feeling she had to keep slowing down, and then the entire road was full of cars.

Traffic jam.

Her stomach churned warningly. Oh god no… she had to strain again to keep herself under control. She could feel her rectum filling up with her turds, it was expanding and and her belly hurt and her spchinter quivered and tortured her with the desperate need to defecate this stimulated.

After a few seconds of jerking upright on the toilet, and letting out a startled gasp, she had very carefully pressed the handful of toilet paper back onto the open pink flower of her young  womanhood. Again the rushing surge of that incredibly nice sensation, but a bit muted this time, and she had experimentally rubbed the paper slowly and firmly downward against her most intimate  lips. The feeling was back in a flashing instant, hotter and more intense than before, and she had almost forgotten what she was busy with but her rectum chose then to remember and her anus had opened and she'd strained instinctively and the incredible phyiscal pleasure had suddenly peaked so sharply she almost shouted with it.

The act of pushing out a turd of her feces, -while- she was rubbing her vulva, had been the best feeling yet. The sensation had a strange… edge to it, like the already visited ecstasies she felt if rubbing it was just the beginning of something far worse, more intense, so powerful it scared her. She concentrated, paying rapt attention to her body, rhytmically drawing her handfull of toilet paper up and down over her open vulva which suddenly had felt hot and wet and swollen and tingly all at once. She'd slowly started defecating again, the pleasure rising almost vertically, almost becoming unberable at the point her anus was fully open, the delight so intense she couldn't stand the rough paper against the sweltering, electrically surging lips of her sex an instant longer and had to jerk her hand away.

Cindy rose up in the seat. Another horrid cramp hit her, the most intense so far, the explosive urge to shit now so strong she wimpered with it, she gritted her teeth, she could -feel- the turds being squeezed down into her rectum by her merciless intestines, uncaring of her needs or her ideas or propriety, the pressure behind her anus rising and rising, the deeply sexual urge to defecate like a living thing, a vice, it felt as if something was already in her tiny opening, slowly forcing down from inside, forcing it to open.

It was so bad she briefly considered going in the car, there, just like that, but stupidly she'd worn pants and there was just no way… she groaned and gritted her teeth again, imaging her anus like a castle gate, a portcullis, slamming shut, forever and ever, amen, keeping the horrible boiling tide of her tightly packed turds of which more and more were being squeezed in, behind it, at bay.

Her melting, still-pantied cunt pounded and glowed and spasmed wetly and she didn't know if she had to groan with the tide of gloriously intense sexual pleasure or another cramp from her slowly-overloading rectum just below her wet cunt's pulsing sex-lips. She tried to again visualise her anus's spinchter, staying -shut-…

It was like a spring, like in a watch, something being wound tighter and tighter, in her belly, as she had sat on the toilet, slowly and agonisingly rubbing the handful of toilet paper over the fat, inflamed lips between her legs, slowly pushing and tensing and then relaxing, letting a turd emerge from her anus, sometimes trying to pull it back up into her, other times relaxing to a glorious cresendo of the most wonderful feelings imaginable soaring out of her vagina and anus, to then let the feces drop out of her as she shivered her entire being around her hot swollen, pounding vulva between her legs.

The spring in her belly kept winding itself, tighter and tighter, the electric delight burning in her pouting young cunny getting worse and worse every time she dragged the rough toilet paper down or up over her folded, dripping vulva, squeezing out a tiny turd at the same time. It was so rivetingly intense she felt as if she could jump out of her skin, the most intense, glorious physical sensation of pleasure and enjoyment she'd ever felt in her entire life. It had felt as if she could feel each little hair, each little fold of her cunt, every millimeter of it humming, burring and buzzing and melting between her tensed thighs.

At some point she was aware of a… border somehow, a limit, she could feel it in her vagina, feel it start to tremble and contract and pulsate inside her, it was so horribly sharp it felt like she was being stabbed down there, the pleasure fading to slowly give way to a kind of feeling of panicky… anticipation… was best she could think of.

The heaviness she had felt the first time with Aunt Lorinda had touched her there was back, only much more intense, and she had sagged on the toilet, her hand rubbing the toilet paper over her melting, sparking cunt's folds but doing it firmer and harder and faster each second, pressing the sensitive lips flat under her hairy mound.

The spring inside her furry woman's mound had wound and wound and wound, and now the unendurable pleasure returned like a bolt of lightning between her legs and started intensifying, rising and rising and rising, and got worse and worse until she felt she had to let out a choked-off shriek of enjoyment. She gritted her teeth, and then the last of her feces had started slowly curling out of her straining anus, and at the same time the toilet paper touched something, something tiny and unbearably sensitive, and behind and below she'd flared open uncontrollably and a burst of her fresh turds had shot out of her, and the torturous spring in her lower belly suddenly broke, shot loose somehow, and then it was behind her fat mound and it tore open and indescribable pleasure exploded out of it all over her, so intense it bordered on pain.

Higher and hotter and meaner, her entire genital area vibrating with it, resonating, and there was terrible pressure down inside, behind her fat hairy mound, and in the furry lips, the silky folds, the crenelated curves and wet excited lips of her vulva. The torturing pressure built and built and then it felt as if her sweltering hot vulva was bursting open, and the “spring” melted and the heat moved down into her mound, and then something like hot, flaming lava came spewing out of her sex with no warning at all  in a raging, glorious torrent, torturing her, setting her cunt lips and then her buttocks and anus and then her entire body afire, a driving, riveting, animal ecstasy of a roaring physical delight so intense it bordered on pain, immolating her clefted sex, a rolling, burning catastrophe of unendurable heaven, higher and more intense than any sensation she had ever, ever before experienced in any way.

And still I got worse, the spring wound and shot loose, wound and shot loose, the sensations was so shatteringly powerful she lost control and heard herself let out a groaning, choked-off cry of unutterable enjoyment as her whole body burst into flames of ecstatic physical pleasure, ramming up into her from the splayed, orgasming lips of her cunt, again and again and again, the electric delight in her dripping vulva like something alive, eating, consuming her, a nuclear explosion between her legs, in her wet cunt, her vagina dancing behind the wet, burning lips and folds, quivering and then cramping in on itself and releasing, cramping and releasing, cramping and -releasing- until she felt she was going out of her mind, her soft, urgent, choked-off shrieks of unbearable ecstasy echoing in the bathroom stall.

She had no idea how it ended, seconds later she was half hanging over the toilet, the echoes of her sof, screams of delight slowly fading from her explosively relaxing body.

It took her another year to figure out that she had just had her first orgasm, there on the toilet.

Many more came after, but for her, for some reason, it had all became bound together inextricably in her anus, in the act of slowly defecating, and stimulating her vulva at the same time with a handful of rough toilet paper.

Another terrible, surging wave of defecation cramps hit her belly. She tried to reason with herself, but could feel her self-control evaporting. She could feel her rectum, getting packed fuller and fuller with her feces by her large intestine, the pressure behind the gate of her anal sphincter rising, rising, always rising, torturing her, the churning, repulsive urgency swirling in the pit of her tensed stomach.

Mercifully, the traffic had cleared, and she floored it, going in the left lane, not caring about the speed limit, she had to get to a toilet, she had to get to a toilet she had to get to a toilet and she had to get to a toilet NOW…!! Oh god… ohhh...

An agony of time later, at over 80 mph, the lights flashed in her rear view mirror.

A cop.

Oh no.

Not now.

He tipped his siren, and the meaning was totally clear.

Pull over.

She had no choice.

And she needed to take an -enormous- shit SO bad she felt as if she was dying. She guessed she had about sixty seconds, not more.

She let off the accelerator, touched her brakes and indicated right to pull over. The shock of seeing the car behind her had worn off, and as she braked through 40 mph she felt her belly stir horribly, and the sudden pressure was like a knife, low down, twisting, and she gritted her teeth but it did not help and she felt it… -move- and she tried to fight but her anus was having none of it, she was at -bursting- point, her rectum over-full of her turds to the point of overflowing, the horrible urge overwhelming her awareness and her anus could simply no longer hold it, she felt the mass move downward, irresistable, as she groaned and grimaced and tried to keep her quivering pucker shut.

Even if the pope himself was in the police car, she was going to -HAVE- to do it, right there, right now, there was just no way in heaven or earth she was going to be able to hold it for a minute more. She gritted her teeth until her jaw ached, watching the dash, and at last her car stopped.

Her anus felt as if it was going to explode. The pressure and the terrible urge was indescribable.

Her cunt felt as if it was going to explode as well, only in a -very- different way from her ass.

She knew you were supposed to stay seated, let the cop come to you, but the act of pulling up the handbreak somehow broke her. The horrible need of it was torturing her, it felt as if her belly was burning, and she felt her valiant sphincter start to ignore her frantic efforts and start to give way back between her buttocks.

She was going to... detonate. She simply could not help it. Not for anything in the world.

She stumbled out, the changing of position finally ramming her over the edge. Her hands shaking terribly she crabbed over and opened her rear door, her other hand already scrabbling in a frantic panic with her jeans' belt, trying to undo it.

She cursed herself for wearing pants.

With the rear door open, she glimpsed the cop, he was out of his car, walking up to her. Tall, square jaw, mirror shades.

It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

“I'm sorry…” she groaned out, looking away from him.

Her hands were at her belt, she managed to slip the pin and draw it out. It was torture, she screamed mentally at her body, telling it to -keep it shut- as she scrabbled with the pants' button, got it loose, then ripped down the zipper. Her anus was already giving way between her round buttocks, and she heard herself release a loud, exploding fart, but it didn't matter, she had to do it she -had- to!

She heard the cop's boots on the gravel, he had clearly come round the rear door. She couldn't help it, she felt her stomach contract, felt the horrible exploding pressure at her opening, and as she jerked down the pants she felt it start to happen, felt her sphincter surrender, then she scrabbled frantically with the elastic of her panties. She let go another loud, obscene fart, heard the cop say something, her ass was now exposed, she couldn't care, she wouldn't care, and she just managed to ram down her panties in time and then bend forward, groaning aloud, and stick out her naked buttocks.

The cool air on her behind was like the gates of heaven itself.

She grimaced, and the “down” feeling back there got worse and worse, the unbearable urge to shit and she started another loud fart, and it suttered into silence obscenely and she whimpered with relief and her anus quivered and finally surrendered and she could weep, it quivered again and then it descended down between her buttocks and she felt it flare open and she groaned aloud and then it  exploded. She could not help it, she pushed frantically, felt her anus burst outward and an enormous, gigantic, watery turd exploded out of her, went fountaining out from between her little buttocks to splash obscenely onto the tarmac behind her feet, the relief utterly sexual, and she forgot all about the situation, the cop, the traffic, the road, and reached round her front and groaned again and drew back her cunt lips and the thick stubby hood of her slowly pulsing clitoris and started flicking the rounded tip with her finger as she farted like a gunshot and another of her long, stinking turds burst explosively out of her little brown anus to splash onto the road and a kind of desperate, animal relief stabbed into her and she felt like screaming, letting go with and another loud, ripping fart.

She farted once more, and now it was slightly slower, and then farted again liquidly and that too bubbled to a stop and a long, brown turd started wriggling out between her buttocks and appearing from her anus and getting longer and longer out of her raised brown opening as she shat, arcing down toward the already considerable heap of her explosively shat feces laying below her, steaming, on the road.

Cindy's third enormous turd hit the ground under her, broke off just below her flared anus, which immediately closed, dimpled, rose, then desccended down, flowered open, and she farted loudly once again and the unbearable -satisfaction- of being able to shit and then her straining opening gaped wider and started more slowly this time pushing out another of her long brown watery turds to her immense, steadily soaring sexual delight. Her rectum was still overfull, immense relief was washing over her, but the terrible urgency was still on her, and at at last the turd fell free, but immediately another started emerging from her straining anus.

She was being immolated, her arousal was climbing like a rocket, and she grimaced, keeping up the steady flicking of her fingertip on her erect, buzzing clitoris head, then dropped the newest turd and she strained and her ass opened anew and again a fresh spluttering rush of her feces spurted obscenely out between her buttocks, the arousal and the immense sexual pleasure and the agonising,  relief of being able to defecate and empty her overloaded intestines onto the road and the steady, flicking rubs on her clit head and the relief of relieving herself in the best way possible mixing together, driving her to the utter most realm of ecstasy.

Without warning her melting cunt suddenly contracted warningly, then again, and she gasped, half rising off her ankles, still crouched, still urgently shitting large dark turds. Her vulva cramped again, and again, she knew what it meant, gritted her teeth, started to pant, started a low whining moan of pleasure back in her throat even as she shat another substantial turd out of her ass, enhancing and intensifying the sexual excitement.

Her orgasm, when it came, was like a sudden bolt of lightning, one moment she was still rising up into sexual pleasure, the roiling delight rising and rising and getting worse, driven by her finger rubbing over her clitoris and her still-shitting anus, the next moment her vagina contracted powerfully and emptily again, then locked solid and started clamping and releasing on itself, clamping and releasing, and then her cunt, agonisingly slowly, started melting and then it started burning, slowly, the fat lips bursting into flames from below, just above where she was still pushing feces out of her rectum, het cunt feeling as if she was slowly dipping her genitals into a bath of fire, and the pleasure became delight, and the delight turned into a panicky sexual ecstasy and an animal joy that suddenly fountained out of her cunt and dipped her entire body into fire as her orgasm began.

It was so bad she couldn't keep rubbing her fingertip over her stubby, thick clitoris, she just sat there, whining to herself, rocking herself, shuddering and choking, pressing her fingertips down into her hairy venus, enduring the merciless driving delight of her climax, feeling her vagina dance and shudder, her clitoris contract and jerk upward rhythmically in orgasm, the fire between her legs and the flame roaring in her erect clitoris torturing her, just under her soft fat mound's apex, intensely aware of her anus opening yet again in the middle of the direst sexual enjoyment starting to slowly, sexually, thrust out yet another of her black turds as she continued shitting right through her orgasm.

Its ending was like dropping off a cliff, the piercing ecstasies slowly fading,leaving her cunt feeling swollen and irritated, the lips sparking and guttering like a doused fire, her clitoris suddenly over-sensitive and almost painful, and back there she at last felt satisfaction too, she could feel one more turd start to emerge, but at last her rectum was now empty, and, breath and heart racing, she groand softly and one last time and pushed and her anus descended and opened and the black tube of feces started sliding out from her buttocks.

At last it plopped down on the veritable mountain of Cindy's fresh turds she had desperately shat out onto the road. Her anus jumped back up between her buttocks, and she groaned to herself with the unberable relief that glowed all over her. The feeling kind of mixed with the glorious satisfaction glowing from her just-orgasmed vulva, but the nirvana ended as she realised the police officer was still there, standing behind her, and she was on a public road, crouched over a huge -pile- of her own turds, her pants on her knees.

It wasn't much worse (it was impossible that something WORSE than what had just happened, could happen) but the next need was already queued by her rebellious body and gave her almost no warning.

Once again, beyond her control, the sensation and need overwhelmed her like a thunderbolt, and it peaked horribly, and her cunt hesitated only a moment and then it started pissing powerfully and loudly and uncontrollably, as if it wasn't she that was doing it, but something separate from herself.

She simply couldn't help it, she just couldn't, it always happened like this, but the climax had been so intense she had forgotten, and now she was powerfully, almost explosively urinating in front of him too, and it was going everywhere, spurting out onto the road and also over the mini mountain of her feces laying steaming on the road behind and under her.

He said something behind her, the cop, but she couldn't, wouldn't face him (what the fuck was he going to do, or say? Write her a ticket for speeding? Frantically shitting her intestines out on a public road, right in front of him only two feet away? Doing what she did in front of a total stranger was already a worse humiliation than anything else she could imagine…?!)

Her stream ended, but her bladder was still like a stone behind her furry venus, the unsupportable need-to-shit feeling from earlier had eclipsed it, and as her stream stopped the pee-sensation peaked and then peaked again deep inside her cunt and then overwhelmed her and she began peeing unstopably all over again, another powerful leaping, spurting stream of her urine bursting out of her still-wet cunt's fat poised slit, totally out of her control.

Another word – an exclamation – behind her?

It stopped for a moment, but her bladder was still half-full and then she was peeing explosivley all over again, it was almost like the gigantic shit she just did on the road, in front of the police officer, she thought it was finished but each time it just began all over again.

At last that too slowly started finishing, and with a last little forced spurt of pee she finished.

Now what? Do I turn round, pull up my pants and smile? Do I stay sitting?

She looked down, shocked at the sheer mass of feces that had come out of her, it lay in a stinking heap just inches from the backs of her shoes. It seemed incredible all those turds could have been held inside her, but now she fully understood why the need had been -that- urgent and explosive and was amazed she had managed to hold out as long as she had.

Well, she couldn't stay crouched like this all day over a mini mountain of her feces and with her pee running all over the road so she started to rise, drawing up her panties…

“Stay down,” he said suddenly, behind her, a hand on he shoulder. Embarrassment, fear, humiliation all made a toxic cocktail in her mind.

She looked up, and he had come round in front of her, and -

His uniform pants' fly was open. An utterly -magnificent- and almost impossibly large uncut penis, fully erect and poking out of the fly of his pants at a 45 degree angle, came into her view.

What the….?!

He waved it in front of her face. It was -huge-, and had a large blue vein runing down the one side of the thick-headed shaft, the foreskin long and partially rolled back exposing a dark blue, almost purple glans, fluid pearling out of the tiny slit in the tip. He was clearly highly aroused. His head was almost as large as an apricot, and it must have been as thick as at least three of her fingers.

Behind it at the base of his cock's shaft he had hooked another not-inconsiderable part of his manhood out of his pants, a large, heavy-looking, hairy ballsack containing two huge, low-hanging testicles that almost looked as large as ping-pong balls to her.

He eased the thing toward her face, and she realised what he wanted.

“I don't have to report this, do I? Cite you for public indecency, stopping on the carriageway, obstructing traffic…?” She was not obstructing anything, at the side of the road, and his hands suddenly cradled her head, almost gently, and he shuffled forward.

She -stank-, the rank smell of the heap of her freshly shat turds she had deposited under her reaching her nostrils mixed with the reek of her urine, but it was like some nightmarishly wonderful dream and she smelled him, and then his burstingly erect cock was against her lips and she opened her mouth as the blood-hot naked purple head of his big penis pushed forward and it slipped into her open mouth as he pulled her head into him.
He groaned with satisfaction, a long, low “ahhhhh….” but she could tell it was grudging.

At least she had done this before.

He was just a bit too large, her jaw almost immediately started aching, but she pushed her tongue forward and into his foreskin, licking in and under the rounded lobes of his penis's head, sucking powerfully on the purple plum of his cockhead. His pre-cum was salty on her tongue.

“AhhhhhhhhhHHHH!!!” he groaned again, and she looked up, it was almost strange, he was staring down at her, but still had his mirror shades on and she couldn't see his eyes. His hands, contrary to her expectation, were gentle around her head, stroking her dark hair over and over.

She licked the underside of the head again, running the tip of her tongue in the clefted fold of the underside of his glans, pulled her mouth slightly back and grasped his shaft. It was like soft silk, at least the skin, but as she squeezed and drew back it was as hard as bone in her hand and she elicited another gritted moan of delight from him as she pulled away and back on his erect penis and his foreskin slid back exposing the entire purple head of his manhood and she sucked it back into her hot mouth.

“Ah…. Ahhhhhh….”

He shuddered in front of her, his hands still gently stroking her hair. She licked, sucked, nibbled gently on the almost bone-hard shaft with the satin-soft head sitting like a club's bulge on the end of it. She reached with her hand and stroked his big scrotum, gently rolled a large, hot, heavy testicle over her fingers. He groaned.

She'd just cum in the best way possible for her, while shitting powerfully, but she found herself immediately starting to get aroused all over again. Slow, aching sexual emptiness and immense anticipation smoldered and then slowly started simmering again inside the flat lips of her cunt.

Any idea she had (she DID feel ready for it, she realised) of having him push that thing up into her smoldering cunt to satisfy the cramping emptiness she felt in her vagina – at least right there, right now - she realised was a pipe dream. He was moving around too much, groaning too loudly, his head was too big and swollen and the steady flow of pre-cum coming out of his penis and onto her licking tongue too immediate.

He didn't signal much, his hands playing with her hair just suddenly stilled, and then he just gripped her neck and the back of her head, he made a strange sound that sounded like “huh!” above her, and suddenly moved one of his feet. A tremor went through him, and he kind of bucked forward, bending over her, and she looked up, his face was beet-red, his strong jaw clenched, and she realised he was actually handsome, broad-shouldered, tall, and as she watched he grunted and exposed his teeth and grimaced as if in agony.

He uttered a sudden low, keening wail, sounding strangely female to her ears, but then stopped, and he started shivering, and his knees bent suddenly as if his legs could not support him and he repeated the wailing cry, but this time it was more of a bubbling shriek of unbearable ecstasy, and then he stopped, gasped and let loose another girlish, rishing shriek and her mouth was suddenly completely full.

It was so fast and overpowering she was astounded by it, but she knew what was happening and it was unbearably stimulating and sexual, and then in a second her mouth was overflowing for he had started cumming and his penis was already pumping yet another spurt of his thick, hot semen into her mouth in time with his rising feminine screams of pleasure as his orgasm ignited again in his huge quivering cock.

She swallowed it.

It tasted wonderful, thick and salty and creamy almost, and she just managed to empty her mouth and swallow again down before he emitted another rising, girly scream of ecstasy and another hot gushing spurt of his hot seed filled her mouth in an instant. And then another, and another, so thick and fast and so much she just managed to keep her mouth from overflowing and spilling his semen onto her blouse.

She sucked as hard as she could, flicked her tongue against the spurting purple head's underside, and he went on screaming rhytmically, each spurt accompaning an agonised scream of pleasure, then a gasping breath, and another scream of pleasure each time he came and his semen jetted out powerfully and exploded from his penis' tip into her mouth.

She kept swallowing, her cunt afire between her legs, nothing she could quickly remember was this good, a man in her mouth, his seed exploding out of his penis against the back of her throat again and again, the relief of having shat out so much of her feces, the smells, the -humiliation- of it, the danger, the exposure, the big penis she was sucking on… she DRANK it into herself.

At last he made a strange “hu… huh!” sound and rocked once more on his feet and his penis pumped out a final spurt of his seed that hit the back of her throat and his hands started moving again, gently, almost lovingly stroking her hair, and he kind of staggered a bit upright. She sucked on his head again, as hard as she possibly could.

At last he stepped back, his enormous blue tip dripping, removed his sunglasses with a shakey hand. She was pleasantly surprised, he had nice brown eyes.

Handsome.

She felt suddenly embarrassed (she wanted to laugh at herself – she was -embarrassed- - here, now, after the last few minutes?!) so she came upright and dragged her panties up, knowing he was probably getting a pretty good look at her furry lipped sex anyway.

He cleared his throat.

“Hi...”

She smiled, wanted to laugh. She bent forward, starting dragging up her pants, stepping slightly away so she didn't get any of her shit on her shoes or the pants.

“Hi… I'm Cindy, by the way.”

He laughed. She liked the sound. Her mouth was rank with the taste of his semen.

“Rick.”