Life begins at 40. Well, it sure did for me. By that time I had had two happy marriages , both of which had ended when my wives had left with other men. I still don't know why either marriage ended, but I had been left with a deep distrust of women. Over the next couple of years I managed to hold all women at arm's length, convincing them that I could be a good friend, but not worth taking to bed. I found that I was avoiding anyone who showed any interest in me. My last wife finally moved away with her boyfriend and my kids, so I decided to move as well. I found a nice, remote village on the coast, and moved into a small cottage in spring. The cottage was at the end of the village and had good views of both the hills and the sea. My dog and I loved it.
My nearest neighbours were a large family in a large house, a couple of hundred yards away. I was never quite sure who lived there, as there seemed to be a lot of adults and kids around. It was a nice looking place, with a pool out the back and large, well kept grounds. I always got a friendly wave and greeting as I went by, but hadn't really spoken to anyone there in the couple of months that I had been living there. I could often hear the children playing in the garden, which I found very soothing, and from my bedroom I could see their pool and a lot of their garden, and watch what was going on. They looked to be a very friendly family , with an easygoing attitude to nudity, similar to my own. I spent many hours watching them, and remembering when I had been part of a happy family. This changed one day in the early summer. It was a lovely, warm day. A slight sea breeze was holding the temperature down to something reasonable. I wasn't working for a few days, intending to spend the time pottering around adjusting my new house to suit myself, and making a start on the garden. By mid-afternoon I decided that I had done enough outside, and that it was time to rest for a while, before starting on the work to be done inside. I was sat on the settee in the lounge, drinking a cup of coffee when there was a knock at the door. Answering it I found one of the young ladies from next door standing on my doorstep. She was short, slim and very attractive. She was dressed in a small, thin, loose, low cut white top, and a very tight pair of white stretch shorts. She was clutching her stomach, leaning forward, with her legs slowly grinding together. I had a perfect view of her small, budding tits as her top fell slightly forward. My cock responded immediately, starting to expand and produce an obvious bulge in the front of my shorts.
"Could I use your loo please? I am desperate" she said. That was obvious. Looking at her shorts I could see a small stain where she had already started to piss herself, and there was a damp mark on the inside of one of her thighs. My arousal jacked itself up another notch.
"Sure," I said, "come on in. It's at the top of the stairs."
I stepped to one side, and let her in, wondering if she was going to make it. She hobbled in, thighs clamped together, and hands heading to her pussy, obviously in desperate need. As she walked past I admired first her
sweet, little tits
, and then the tight arse that her shorts showed so well. They were pulled up so tight into her arsecrack, I could swear I could see her arsehole. No panty line, either, and an even larger stain on the back of her shorts. My cock was now fully erect, and very obvious if she happened to look in the right direction. "What happens when she gets to the stairs, and has to separate her thighs" I thought. I wouldn't have moved from that spot for a million pounds.
She got to the stairs, and her thighs separated as she started to climb. One hand was now over her pussy, squeezing hard. She was not climbing fast, trying not to lose control on my stairs. She was giving little gasps, and her bum was wriggling delightfully as she slowly ascended the stairs. I was now looking up at her bum, I could see her hand rubbing at her pussy, and I swear I could see her fanny through her shorts, which appeared to be becoming transparent. She stopped and gasped, and her bum shot out backwards as she squeezed her thighs together again. But she was too late. I saw the stain on her shorts suddenly grow a lot larger, and her piss started to flow down her legs, just a little at first. Realising what had happened, she decided to rush, but as soon as she separated her thighs again, everything started to pour out. Her shorts were rapidly soaked, and pee was pouring down her legs, but the major stream was coming straight from her fanny, through the hand that was still clasped over her cunt, and pouring to the ground. A golden stream was flowing down my stairs as she stood, mortified.
Then I heard a soft fart. Then another. Was that a bulge? YES! As I watched, this lovely young girl was filling her shorts with shit. The shit very rapidly mixed with the piss that was flowing from her fanny, and a brown mess started to flow down her golden thighs. But the lump just kept right on growing. And growing. Her shorts were being slowly forced away from her body by the sheer weight of shit. Suddenly I realised just how mortified this young lady must be. I could hear her gasping and moaning as she filled her shorts right in front of me, a total stranger. I moved towards her, and put my hand on her shoulder, intending to comfort her. She turned to me, and fell into my arms. I put my arms around her, intending to cuddle her, try to comfort her, make her feel better. She was far, far too young for anything else (or so I thought).
At first things went the way I expected. I held her tightly, making soothing noises, and feeling her trembling against me, obviously (!!) very upset. Her head was down, and all I could see was her hair. Her hand still appeared to be between her legs, and her tits were pressing into my chest. I was doing my best to hide my arousal from her, not wanting to upset her even more.
Then I felt a hand on my cock. I froze. The hand slowly outlined my cock in my shorts, and then dived down, up the leg of my shorts, and grabbed. Her small hand just barely managed to surround my
painfully erect cock.
I groaned, as she slowly moved her hand further up, until she was able to rub the piss-hole, and feel my pre-cum leaking out.
She looked up at me, smiling, excited.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you. I hoped you would."
What could I say. She was holding the evidence in her hand, and slowly jacking me off in a way that convinced me that she new exactly what she was doing. She slowly and carefully bent my cock down, and worked it out of my shorts. She wriggled out of my grasp, and dropped to a squat, face level with my cock. She leaned forward slightly, and started to lick my cockhead, still wanking me with one hand. I noticed that the other hand was still between her legs, not holding her fanny, but exciting it. As her hand worked between her legs, and her tongue cleaned upmy pre-cum, she was moaning with passion. Down her shirt I could see her nipples sticking out like organ stops, large, beautiful, excited and begging to be nibbled. I could see her chest rising and falling erratically as she worked herself to orgasm, the muscles in her stomach fluttering as she got closer and closer. Her orgasm, when it came, was not particularly big, but seemed to carry on for a long time. When she finally finished she looked up at me, face flushed, and said "why don't we find somewhere more comfortable to continue." By this time I had completely forgotten her age, my hormones overuling everything else. I raised her to her feet, placed my hands under her bum, and lifted, resting her fanny against my stomach. Her face was level with mine, so I kissed her, a tongue fighting, saliva swapping kiss that finally ended when I ran out of air. I could feel the wetness of her shorts against my stomach, and the huge load in her shorts was squeezing out all over my hands as I felt the cheeks of her arse. I carried her back down the stairs and into the lounge.