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Dave
Below is an experience which recently happenned to me. I hope yoy will
put it on your site:
There were five of us; four males and one girl. The girl was Nicole who
was Johns girlfriend; the rest of us didnt have girlfriends. We went
out for a days walk together in the Lake District. We all knew that
Nicole was an exhibitionist; she was attractive with pale skin and a
little overweight; she always wore short skirts or dresses or sometimes
long skirts with long splits; she seemed to like showing off her legs
which were always bare; I had never seen here wearing hose. Also we had
all seen her pee; once when we had all been to a nightclub together on
the way home she had been desperate and done it down a side street. We
didnt get a close up view but got a glimpse of her bum as she pulled her
panties down and had a clear view of the powerful stream hitting the
pavement.
Today even though it was a cool November day she wore a skirt just above
knee length with walking boot! s; in between her pale legs were bare as
usual. We had been walking for a couple of hours and had stopped for a
drink and a snack. Nicole got up from the boulder she had been sitting on
and said:
Im just going into those trees; I need go to go the loo. The trees
were more than a hundred yards away.
John said Why have you suddenly gone shy? Everyone here has seen you
pee. You dont need to go all the way over there.
No you dont understand, Nicole replied. I need to have a poo.
Thats ok, said John. just do it here. Im sure the guys would love to
watch.
What do you really want to watch me poo?
Yes sure. What do you think lads? Totally amazed we all mumbled our
agreement.
What about the smell? Nicole said.
Dont worry about that were outside. John replied.
Where shall I do it then?
Whats wrong with where you are?
So you seriously want me to shit right here?
Sure.
With that she stood with her bac! k to us lifted up her skirt and pulled
down her panties revealing a beautiful round ???? bum. She then squatted
down with her back to us with her legs apart and leant forward. We were
sitting down on the ground about two yards from her and now had a clear
view of the back part of her vagina and her bottom hole.
Here goes, she said and almost immediately started peeing in a very
fierce fast stream.
From the back of course we couldnt see it emerging from her body, but
after about ten seconds as the pee stream was slowing we saw her anus
start to distend. Then it all happened very quickly. A big fat turd,
about 3 inches long emerged followed by 3 or four smaller ones; it was
all soft because it lost its shape as it collected on the ground.
When she was done she said smiling You can tell I eat plenty of bran
cant you.
Then with us all still watching she reached in her bag found some tissues
and wiped herself clean. She asked us if her bum was clean before sh! e
pulled her panties bag up.
Since this occasion we have all seen her piss and poo many times; Im
sure she enjoys it. If you put this on your site Ill write and tell you
about some more.
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Rose
Today, I had what you would call a normal poop session. However, when I
pooped the turd dropped down so hard in the toilet that it basically fell
right into the hole. (I’m sure that this has happened to many of you). It
wasn’t a phantom turd because I could still see half of it, but when I
flushed the toilet, the turd just got sucked away and the only thing that
had the chance to swirl around and go down was the TP. Quite
disappointing.
Has this happened to any of you?
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Sunday, December 19, 1999
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BeachMike
I really believe that if toilet facilities were unisex there would be a
decrease those who like to watch or listen. I believe once we are
bombarded with the sounds that it wouldn’t be as appealing since now it’s
not common. Guess the grass is always greener until your in the other
person’s place.
I’ve never been so desperate as I was out today. With all the heavy
traffic a week before Christmas, I was on the verge of losing it. None of
the stores had public bathrooms. I spotted a vacant building with an
indented storefront that was out of the flow of people. I ran and pulled
down my pants. I never felt so good getting some all that relief.
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when you gotta go you gotta go
I once again had to pee so bad while driving I just pulled over and
happily watered the scenery. It was done discretely but if you saw me so
be it. I never felt so relieved – sometimes when you have to go so bad
and you finally do it causes an orgasm which it did in this case.
Relieving yourself in the great mother nature is definitely better than
using a disgusting public toliet and much more germ free.
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squeezeguy
To Patty,
Alot of guys can’t pee in front of a female without getting excited. I
know I can’t. In the ear;y days of drug testing a nurse had to actually
watch the pee come out of the pee hole in order for it to be accurate.
Alot of times something else would come out instead of urine.
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Finbar
I am writing to get some views on that most insidious of women’s
clothing: tights or pantyhose. Recently my girlfriend and I were coming
home from a Christmas party and were waiting in a taxi queue. Jenny
whispered to me that she was bursting to do the toilet. We slipped away
from the queue and headed for a clump of bushes on the far side of the
road. She had never peed in front of me before and was quite drunk. She
quickly ran behind a bush, asking me to stand guard. She was wearing a
business suit – jacket, skirt tights and high heeled shoes. She pulled up
her skirt and forced her tights and knickers down over her hips.This was
difficult to do as the skirt was close-fitting and the tights got caught
up with the knickers as she hoicked them down. This looked very
unlady-like, but the desperation to get her bum exposed overcame any
inhibitions. She eventually got them down below her knees and a loud
hissing sound emanated from her. It was a hot steamy piss and I was more
than ! turned on. She held her tights and knickers out from her thighs in
order to avoid splashing and moved from a full squat to a half squat as
the piss bounced back off the ground. Midway through her piss, a group of
blokes came around from behind me, observed the sight and started
shouting “we know what you are doing”. Jenny leapt up and tried to pull
her tights and knickers up but got them horribly caught up. She couldn’t
separate them. She flipped down her skirt and waddled over to me with the
pants and tights at “half mast”. She was very embarrassed and just stood
thre waiting until the blokes had passed. She then adjusted her clothing,
still finding difficulty in getting her pants and knickers straigt. She
confided to me that she couldn’t stem the flow when she was disturbed and
had wet her knickers quite badly. Luckily her skirt appeared to miss most
of the flow.
We got home and she quickly threw the clothes into the washing machine.
She was too embarrassed to discu! ss it the next day.
My question is however. Why do women bother with such a messy item of
underwear.Maybe in cold weather perhaps, but then there are crotchless
tights that allow for breathing of the genitals.It also would allow for
easy “pulling down” in the event of an emergency piss. Stay – ups ar also
an alternative. To me, tights in hot weather, must be uncomfortable for
women and definitely slow down the ability to bare their bums in the
event of an emergency. I’d welcome comment from posters on these
observations. By the way my girlfriend still wears tights!
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Susan-STL
I read for some time now about the guys getting to buddy dump! Well,
today I got to budet dump! I was out Xmas shopping with a girl friend and
we hit several dress shops. We stopped for lunch and enjoyed a quick
sandwitch and a bowl of soup. After lunch I felt the urge to poop coming
on so I told Terry we had to find a toilet. We were at the other end of
the mall and by the time we tracked them down, a little of my poop had
already slide out but. We found our way into the toilet only to find a
line (of course)! When our turn finally came, we smile and pushed in
together and shared a stall. Terry said I could go first, so I reached
under my dress and dropped my panties. Lucky for me, my poop was firm so
most of it stuck to my butt cheeks. As I set down on the toilet, Terry
could only see a small poop streak in my white panties. I didn’t have to
push hardly at all before my bowels let loose and out came 4 poops, one
after another! I was glad for Terry that they didn’t! smell all that bad.
I felt like I was done, so I stood, pulled up my panties and traded
places with Terry. She slipped down her slack, then her little red
panties and was peeing before she even got fully seated on the toilet!
She let out a couple of farts, and then I cold hear her poop crackling as
it pushed out of her butthole. I only heard her do two poops before she
reached for the toilet paper to wipe. As she wiped, she smiled and stated
something about me still not wiping after my poops! We both laughed as
she pulled up her panties and slacks. While we washed our hands I
followed up on her statement and told her, “No, I still don’t wipe after
my poops!” “My panties do a good job of catching any left over poop!” As
I turned to leave the sink area, I saw two other women staring at me
after hearing my last statement. We both laughed again and went back to
our shopping. Another good day for me! Did anyone else have a good
pooping experience today?
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Dirk
I was recently a guest of an old high school mate in his very nice home
in Arkansas. As a recovery divocee, my buddy’s wife invited to ladies to
help entertain me during my week end stay. All three were nurses that
loved to drink wine and cheese. It was difficult to become involved with
them at first, however later, they both put me at ease. One by one people
excused themselves to bed until just one of the invited guests and myself
were left on a big sofa, looking at each other. Without a word, she took
my hand and lead me to my bedroom and restored some of my former self
confidence. In the morning, I awoke and had the tighest cramp in my
belly, knowing it time to open my bowels. When I went to the guest bath
the other nurse was taking the longest shower. My hosts where sleeping
late and I was shy about breaking into the room. The subdivison is a
walled community so I decided that a Sunday morning was not the time to
show my butt in public. The pain got so bad that I w! ent back into the
room. My lover sat up in bed and asked if something was wrong. I
confessed. She reached for the plastic waste basket, a small yellow 2
galloned sized one, and open all the windows. She said it was alright,
she was a nurse and it was the only bed pan handy. She confessed that she
became aroused when she gave enemas, inserted catheters, and watched men
squat to poop.
It was strange for me to squat over a little can and feel long hard turds
plop into the basket. When I was done. She placed a towel over the can
and went into the guest bath and flushed it all away. She returned and
told me that her friend was awaiting me in the shower and when I returned
she would like to sleep in for the remainder of the morning.
These events are true. I’ve not seen either lady since. But I remember
how well they treated me. Perhaps they might find this thank you i am
posted, like a message in a bottle.
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Saturday, December 18, 1999
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Stubborn
Hey! I have a good question!
Have any of you ever flushed CEREAL down the toilet before??
And did you have a situation where it clogged and you had a mess?
I’d love to hear the stories!
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Joe B
I’m in my 50’s and just had my first 3″ thick poop. I really enjoy
pooping and am usually pretty regular. I take enemas when I need help and
also enjoy recreational enemas. Every month or so, I take 3 or 4 doses a
day of Metamucical waffers a day for a couple of days so I’ll have really
huge poops. Up till now the biggest poop I’ve ever had was about 2″ thick
and 30″ long with the help of metamucial.
My natural poops are seldom over an inch thick. Usually I poop once a day
and produce 8 or 10 inches on the average.
The poop I just had was about 18″ and varried from 2 to 3″ thick. It was
wonderful.
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Lawrence
(True story) Once when I was at the beach, I saw a very pretty women with
her boyfriend. She looked like a model. I was making a sand castle behind
some planks of wood so the tide wouldn’t destroy my sand castle, and they
couldn’t see me. I heard the women mention in a quite desperate tone that
she needed to pee and poop very badly. Unfortunatly this was a remote
beach and there were no bathroom facilities. The man was telling her to
go in the water to releive herself since she was in a two-piece swimsuit.
The girl refused, saying saltwater was extremely painful on her vagina.
The girl was now jumping up and down, holding her crotch and doing a very
strange dance. Finally she just let go, and her once white bikini bottom
turned yellow, as pee just exploded out of her uteras. It ran down her
tan legs and stainde the towel she was standing on. Then the back of her
bikini bottom turned brown and poop somehow came out of her extremely
tight bikini bottom and dropped on ! the ground. All this was done in
about two or three minutes, and the girl told the guy that that was the
best experience she ever had.
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JacobG
I agree with Coprologist that it is really difficult to pee at a urinal
when someone walks up to the next urinal and farts. About eight years, my
first job out of college was in an office where most everyone farted at
the urinal. I’m talking loud, long, wet, explosive farts – and here I am
just inches away trying to pee. These guys would act as if nothing
happened – no comments, no laughs, no excuse me comments, etc. As an
added annoyance, they would proceed to strike up a conversation (about
work), which also makes peeing difficult for me. The restrooms in this
building were located directly off an elevator reception area. It was a
popular gathering place for people to talk. The restroom had only one
door with a large vent in it. No joking, often I would be in this lobby
area trying to have a conversation with a coworker – or guest – and would
suddenly hear loud farting noises emitting from the restroom. So could
the woman who had a desk nearby. It was really awkwar! d for all of us to
try to pretend like we didn’t hear it. What was worse, for me, was to be
in the restroom peeing, have some guy come in and fart explosively, then
have to walk out of the restroom, past people who I know heard it, and
who looked at me as if I did it. I hated that. Also, unlike the office
building I work in now, where everyone is so quite, these guys were loud
grunters. You could hear that in the lobby too. This one man used to
grunt vocally, very loudly, then conclude his grunts with, “Oh God!” The
first time I heard this, it actually frightened me. It was so dramatic. I
thought he was dying. Then I got used to it. I’d be peeing and suddenly
hear, “UGGGERRRRGURRRR . . . . . OH GOD!” then a loud kerplop, followed
by a loud exhale, and loud inhale, and process all over again. This was
an everyday occurrence. After two years, I was promoted and moved to the
building with the mirror-like tiles in the restrooms. I posted about
those experiences several! weeks ago. About a year into that job, I went
to computer training in a large conference center. During break, I went
to the restroom to pee. This was a very large restroom with maybe fifteen
stalls and 30 urinals. Everything was quite, with the exception of about
ten guys peeing in the urinals. Suddenly, coming from one of the stalls,
I heard, “UGGGGGGRRRRRG . . . OH GOD,” then heard it about three more
times. The other guys quickly exited the restroom. I, of course, took my
time washing my hands and combing my hair, while listening to this. I
knew it must be the same guy. Sure enough, later in the day, I did see
him in another classroom. I couldn’t believe it.
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PV
PHILIPPE: Not so, dear! Re the use of urinals by females, the deviceyou
mention is called the “Travelmate” and is used by around 30% of women
whom nature has not equipped to favor the standing pee as a “neat” way of
going. However, I can vouce for myself andfor many ladies who use urinals
without any problem, and without any undue mess. I keep a tissue on
standby in case of drips, I often hold it just under myself as I go, and
it’s in place to dry afterward, but I can say that I have never had any
specific difficulty, ever since I learned the actuallity of the
situation, and of course the method, in using a male urinal exactly as a
man uses it. It’s more dignified, it requires less undressing, and it’s
infinitely cleaner (ie. eliminates even the possibility of catching germs
from seats). I can’t recommend it highly enough, nor can I stress
strongly enough the redundancy of so-called “female urinal” designs. One
design covers the bases for almost all, just as one restroom is su!
fficient.
All the best, PV
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Traveler
BUZZY, I’d buy a Christmas present for that cleaning woman. See, this
whole thing intrigues me. You said she spoke in “broken English,” so
she’s likely from a place where it’s OK for someone of the opposite sex
to be in the toilet room while it’s in use. Then again, maybe she knows
that it’s taboo where you are but does it anyway because she’s used to it
and/or knows it gives guys a little thrill. Maybe she gets off on that,
too. Who knows? Next time, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, try
having a conversation with her from your stall. Where are you from? how
long in this country? the usual pleasantries.
Some of you from outside the US seem to think that doorless stalls are
very common here, especially in men’s rooms. There are some, yes, but in
my experience, they’re rare. Most public and semi-public facilities with
more than one stall have doors. I know, women have posted here about
doorless in NYC’s Grand Central Station, which surprised me. Another !
recent exception: my work often takes me to college campuses and in some
men’s rooms every other stall door has been removed, or if not the entire
door, then just the lock, probably to hamper the cruising nuisance that
Aleks mentioned recently. My college dorm’s shower and toilet rooms had
no stall doors but the administration splurged on beautiful marble
dividers. It was the same in a nearby dorm just converted from men’s to
women’s. (This was before the current split-floors practice.) A lot of
male and female students didn’t care for the exposure and proposed
installing shower curtains in front of each toilet. One student rep won
over administrators by saying, “Shitting in public is for the birds!”
For you, KATHY (mid TN), once when I was a freshamn I needed a dump
pretty badly and used the dorm toilets (see above). (I usually tried to
find someplace more private.) It was a real stinker, too! Right in the
middle of my doings, in walked two upperclassmen who! stood in front of
me and teased me mercilessly by telling me I ought to stay regular, be
more careful about what I eat, and on and on. I just laughed and wiped.
What else could I do?
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I had a good poop when I woke up this morning, after a Shredded Wheat
breakfast. It felt like there was definitely something in there, but I
didn’t have to go bad or anything so I held it until I needed to pee as
well. I got in the bathroom, lowered my white cotton panties to my knees
and sat on the toilet. In answer to someone’s question a few days ago –
when I have to do both poop and pee, I always start to pee first, and my
poop will either start to come out while I pee, or right after I finish.
Sometimes when I have to poop real bad but don’t have to pee, my poop
comes out first. Today, I took a long, satisfying pee, and then started
to grunt and push. After less than a minute, I felt a good poop sliding
out. I continued pushing, and it just seemed to keep on coming and
coming. When I wiped, there was soft, light brown poop on the paper. I
stood up to look at my poop, and there were about 4 soft, short 4-inch
logs and 2 2-inch logs all floating in the water. Since it f! elt like
one piece coming out, I guess it must have broken up when it hit the
water. Some of the tips stuck up like icebergs. I had to wipe a couple
more times to get clean, but when I flushed the logs all broke up into
brown water and went down the hole, so the toilet didn’t clog, even with
a large load like that. After that I felt hungry again even though I
already had breakfast.
Yesterday I had my first semi-buddy toilet experience. I was on the phone
with a friend and I really, really had to pee so I told her, “Look, I
have to pee, is it okay if I do it while we’re on the phone or do you
want me to hang up and call you back?” and she said “Since you already
told me, well, go ahead.” I took the phone in the bathroom and yanked
down my panties with my other hand, then sat and peed for almost a minute
while she talked to me. Then I wiped, flushed and pulled up my panties.
It was strangely exciting and I wouldn’t mind doing it again. In fact I
think I might not mind p! ooping over the phone for someone else, either,
except that I wouldn’t be talking or listening very much, because I like
to concentrate.
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Patty
DANIEL (U.K.) == I did thank Justin for letting me watch him. But I don’t
think I’m in for a repeat performance any time soon. Last night, he was
over, went into the bathroom, shut the door, locked the door, and
proceeded to urinate (I could hear the piddling sounds). So just days
after I had seen him do everything, he did not feel he could even pee in
front of me.
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adam from canada
I had a good poop tonight. I was having gas for the last few hours and
then it was time to let it all out. I sat on the can and it came out
right away. It was very silent and to enjoy it, I let it out slowly
instead of rushing it. The poop was sized as 5 inch thick chuncks and it
was smelly. My poos have been like that lately and I feel like I lost 2
pounds. After I took a poop, I remained put and had a long pee.
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Aleks
Camping story:
My last year in college my roommate Dave and I, and two other friends,
got totally fed up with everything and decided we needed a lost weekend.
We took off up north– the first weekend in December. We camped out on
some property the one guy’s family owned where there was nothing but a
very junky old trailer and an outhouse (the outhouse was in far better
repair than the trailer!). We bundled up in layers of thermal this and
that, we had wood enough for a bonfire that would have done an auto da fe
proud, and we had lots of “anti-freeze”.
The second night it got really cold. I went to use the outhouse and I
really gained some respect for our plumbingless ancestors. I was
shivering so bad I almost fell off the seat! Afterwards I went over to
the bonfire and exposed my ass to it to warm it up.
Later that night Dave and I were sitting in the truck and Dave had more
or less passed out. All of sudden he roused up in panic and exclaimed
that he was about to ! shit his pants. He staggered off to the outhouse,
which he had trouble finding in the dark. Of course the rest of us
laughed at him as he stumbled through the woods bitching. And we heard
his explosion when he got there. After a while he called out, “Uh, guys–
help. I knocked the toilet paper in the hole. I need some more!” We
teased him for a while, told him to use leaves and that. Finally I took
him another role. He was sitting there with the door open, for the sake
of what little light there was, and he had his pants just barely past his
butt (can’t blame him in that cold!) He proceeded to wipe and wipe and
wipe right in front of me. I could smell the stench despite the cold.
Next day we got home and he was getting his laundry together
and some of his stuff, including a pair of his briefs, fell off the
basket as he carried them by. The underwear had a huge brown stain. He
admitted then that he had actually been starting to shit himself when he
woke up in the truck.
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