Asstr Toilet

Asstr Toilet

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"Hurry up, Amanda," Travis Blackwell said to his younger sister. The
two children were walking in the cool night air to a rest stop somewhere in
Illinois. Amanda followed Travis into the deserted restroom area and
entered the men's restroom with him.

They were traveling on a cross-country trip with their father from Des
Moines to Boston to visit their grandparents. Todd Blackwell waited
in the car with a watchful eye as his kids trotted to the bathroom, with
Travis walking a good ten feet ahead of his little sister. Although eight
years old, Amanda was afraid to use the bathroom alone and her older
brother had to accompany her, meaning they two kids were forced to use the
men's restroom.

In the restroom Amanda made a beeline for the bathroom stall, ignoring
the bank of urinals. Closing the door behind her, she pushed her jeans and
underwear to her ankles and sat down. The restroom was empty because it
was almost eleven P.M. Her father worked the third-shift at a dried-soup
packaging plant so they had begun their journey a little past ten P.M..
Amanda was excited because she liked long car trips but the only problem
was that she constantly had to go to the bathroom. Her father always said
she took after her mother and had to go pee every hour. The men in the
Blackwell family apparently had bladders of steel because Travis and her
father rarely had to use a rest stop bathroom.

Amanda had barely sat down when she heard Travis yell at her, "Are you
almost done yet?"

"No!" Amanda yelled back, her voice echoing throughout the
porcelain-clad bathroom.

Travis rolled his eyes. He was four years older than Amanda and he felt
much older and wiser since he was twelve years old and she was only eight.
"I'm going to look at the vending machines," he yelled to her.

"Wait!" Amanda cried. "I'm almost done!" But it was too late. She
heard Travis's footsteps fade away and then the gentle `thud' of the restroom
door as it closed behind him. Amanda swallowed nervously as she tried to
hurry up. She had always been fearful of using public restrooms and rest
stops were the worst. If her mom had accompanied them, she would have
escorted her daughter to the ladies' restroom and waited, but her mother
had been unable to take time off to visit the grandparents.

She heard the restroom door open and someone entered. The `click,
click' sound of boot heels on the tile informed her it wasn't Travis and
his sneakers. It didn't matter, Amanda was done peeing anyway. She
reached for the toilet paper but found the dispenser was empty. The young
girl panicked for a moment, wishing Travis hadn't left her.

"Um, hello?" she said. "Is someone there? I need some toilet paper
please." She heard the click-clack sound approach the stall next to her.

"Why, certainly, young lady, I can help you," a voice said. She heard
the sound of the toilet roll dispenser unwinding the next stall.

"Oh, thank you," Amanda said gratefully. "Could you just pass it under
the wall here?"

The stranger chuckled. "No, no, let me hand it to you. Can you unlock
your stall door for me?"

Amanda balked for a moment. She didn't like the idea of some stranger
seeing her sitting on the toilet. But she needed that toilet paper and her
dad and Travis were waiting... "Um, okay," Amanda said, reaching up and
straining to release the catch on the door. "Okay, it's open."

The stranger opened the door and peered in at her. Amanda blushed,
feeling embarrassed. The man appeared to be in his forties and he wore a
bright orange hunting cap. He seemed quite rugged in his worn pants and
jacket vest over his plaid shirt. He smiled at Amanda and she returned his
smile, amused by his bushy eyebrows and mustache.

Amanda reached for the toilet paper but he didn't hand it to her. "What
are you doing in the men's restroom?" he asked her instead.

Amanda looked at the floor sheepishly as she explained. "I don't like
using the women's bathroom all alone. My brother was supposed to wait for
me but he left."

"That's not very nice," the stranger said, opening the door a little
wider. Amanda felt very exposed, sitting on the toilet before this unknown
man. She kept her thighs clenched together and leaned forward, trying to
hide her private area.

"Can I have the toilet paper?" Amanda asked politely.

"Well, of course," the man said agreeably. But instead of handing it to
her, he stepped inside the stall and closed the door behind him. Amanda
looked at him, surprised.

"It's not right for little girls to have to use the bathroom all alone,"
he told her. "Tell you what, why don't you let me wipe for you?" He
reached toward her midsection with the toilet paper.

"Oh no!" Amanda exclaimed, her face reddening even more in
embarrassment. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? "It's okay! I can do it
myself if you give me the toilet paper."

"Now, now," the stranger said, squatting before her. "Just be a good
girl and let me do it..." He parted her knees with his hands. Amanda tried
to protest and keep her legs closed but he was insistent. She found
herself relaxing her legs and letting them fall open, exposing her hairless crotch to him.

"That's a good girl," the man said to her. He reached between her legs
with the toilet paper and gently wiped her peehole, swabbing several times
between her lips. "There!" he said. "All clean!"

Amanda noticed he was still staring between her legs, even after he had
withdrawn his hand. She shifted uncomfortably on the toilet. The man
stared at her bald slit for a long moment, drinking in the plump flesh of
her crotch.

"Tell you what," the man said, "I better check and make sure I did a
good job..." Before Amanda could protest, the stranger reached between her
legs again. This time, she felt his bare finger caressing her privates,
stroking her undeveloped lips and quickly probing the depths of her
virginal hole.

But then it was over before she could react. The stranger pulled away
his hand and beamed at her. "All clean now!" he informed her cheerfully.
His demeanor was so friendly and jovial that Amanda found herself smiling
too. He stood up and Amanda hopped off the toilet and pulled her pants
back up.

"Aren't you such a pretty girl!" the man told her, tucking a strand of
her brown hair behind her ears. Amanda smiled demurely at his compliment.
Standing only four feet tall, she was indeed a beautiful little girl with
her naturally curly hair that fell in wavy ringlets around her pretty face.

The pair exited the bathroom stall together. "You're lucky I came
along," he told her as they washed their hands. "You might have been stuck
sitting there all night without toilet paper, huh?" He laughed and Amanda
laughed with him. The tense moment between them passed and
the eight year old girl felt less troubled by what
just happened.

"So where are you headed for?" the man asked her.

"Boston," Amanda replied. "We're visiting my grandparents."

"Well how about that!" the man said admiringly. He reached into his
vest and pulled out a can of Mountain Dew. "Here, take this," he urged
her. "That's a long drive and you'll get mighty thirsty on a drive like
that!"

"Thank you," Amanda said gratefully, surprised by his kindness. She was
drying her hands now but the man was already done washing and was headed
for the exit."

"Take care!" he wished her cheerfully over his shoulder. Amanda waved
goodbye. Just before paused before letting the restroom door close behind
him. "Say, what was your name, pretty girl?"

Amanda blushed a little. "I'm Amanda," she said shyly.

The man touched the bill of his orange hunting camp. "Pleased to meet
you, Amanda," he said, smiling. Then he turned and left. The door shut
and she was alone in the restroom again. Wiping her hands on her pants,
Amanda left the men's restroom and went to search for Travis. The lobby of
the rest stop was completely empty so she headed for the car. As she
suspected, Travis was already sitting in the passenger seat with her
father.

"Thanks for waiting for me, jerk," she said, climbing into the backseat
of the car.

Her father started the car and they began pulling out of the rest stop.
"Travis," he said, "you better wait for your sister next time. I don't
like her being all alone in the bathroom like that."

"Okay, okay," Travis grumbled. The car merged back onto the freeway and
picked up speed. Amanda opened her Mountain Dew and began drinking it as
she watched the nighttime scenery whiz past her car window.

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My name is Sarah; I’m fourteen so
naturally I still live with my parents. We live in a fairly big house out in the
country, nothing fancy but not small. I used to have my own room but we recently
got the attic converted to a room three times the size of my old one and
en-suite so now I share with my twelve year old sister Stacey. I would never
have noticed what my sister got up to if we weren’t in the same room but now
that we were it was that bit harder to keep our secrets.

Now seeing as we were the only
people ever to go into the room besides the odd occasion when my parents came to
check it wasn’t a total dump, so we got into the habit of leaving the bathroom
door open, there wasn’t a lock anyway so it made little difference to us! But
one night it did make a difference. One night, sometime after I had gone to bed;
being a light sleeper, I was woken up by the light from the bathroom shining
across the room and directly into my face. I couldn’t say what time it was, I
was absolutely shattered so it’s safe to say it would be the early hours of the
night.

I looked around trying to get my
bearings, I looked away from the light to try and focus my eyes when they met a
pile of Stacey’s PJs on the floor next to her bed. I looked up and saw her bed
was empty, no surprise there I guess, but then looking up higher still I noticed
her panty draw open. Now at this point I couldn’t even imagine my sister doing
was I was about to witness, I was just confused. I turned my attention back to
where the light was coming from and I could just make out a silhouette of the
toilet roll holder dispensing half its contents. At this point I thought maybe
she had a bit of an accident and I thought I would try and ignore it to save her
the embarrassment. With that in mind I rolled over and tried to get back to
sleep.

Minutes past, I couldn’t get back
to sleep, I could only concentrate on the shuffling sound coming from the
bathroom which seems quite loud in the middle of the night when your in the
country. Then the sound suddenly changed to a faint straining noise, my eyes
opened suddenly. What could she be up to? This time I had to find out for sure.
I climbed out of bed and tip toed over to the bathroom. When I looked around the
corner of the door I saw a sight I would never have expected to see here. She
was sat on the toilet with her panties right up! She had her legs wide open and
a mirror accurately positioned on the seat so she could see her rear towards her
crotch. I could also make out the edges of toilet paper poking out of the sides
of her white cotton panties that she lined them with. I was staggered, unsure
what to think. Then there was a crackling noise that came from her butt and she
stopped straining to catch her breath for a second and opened her eyes to see me
staring back at her.

She froze. I saw the colour fade
away from her face and then return in a flush of scarlet. We didn’t speak for
seconds that felt like minutes. Then I asked, “What are you doing?”, clearly
knowing exactly what she was doing, it was why I was really interested in. She
continued just to look at me and then down at the floor. It was clear from the
smell that something came out with the crackling. There was no denying it or
turning back.

“What made you do it?”, I had to
ask something, that was a silence that had to end.

“I… I don’t know”, she murmured at
the floor. “Sometimes I do at night”, I could probably have guessed from the
expert placing of the mirror. But hen I heard those words, images of her
straining started to flash through my mind. Pictures of her knickers expanding
in the seat and the crackling noise going along side it. A shiver went through
me as I realised, I was enjoying this!

At this time Stacey was not so much
and I could see that she was just about to loose the ability to stop herself
from crying so I hopped into the bathroom, snatched away the mirror and gave her
a big sisterly hug.

“It’s okay, I wont tell anyone”, I
backed off slightly and gave her that sincere look that you can only get looking
into someone’s eyes. She knew instantly what I meant and a smile crept along her
face. I sat down on the floor in line with where the mirror used to be, now I’d
be keeping an eye on her progress. Hesitantly she took a deep breath and began
to push again. The crackling noise started and I could just make out a small
bump appear in the lined panties and then shrink a bit as she paused and
clenched her ass freeing the first little piece. Her hand reached behind and
felt the small piece up for size, she let out a small gasp of satisfaction. I
was starting to get excited myself, my eyes transfixed on her tiny bulge.

She picked up the straining again,
obviously having to put some force into pushing this one out. My eyes glossed
over as I watched in amazement while the bulge started growing. After a few more
moments she didn’t need to put the effort in anymore as the logs momentum
carried it all the way out. It certainly was solid but not rock hard, I could
see the long lump that was pushing the fabric out slowly giving way. I was
almost shaking in excitement as the smell started to fill the room. She stood up
and felt her rear, caressing the mound and squishing it slightly, where she was
standing I was looking up between her legs. She put the seat down on the toilet
and I reached up to her ass which gave her a bit of a surprise but she wasn’t
going to resist. I felt the warmth coming through the toilet roll and panties
then I gave her bulge a firm little squeeze and I could hear it crackle again as
it spread lightly around her posterior.

I stood up and smiled at her, moved
to give her another hug and whispered into her ear, “I need to go too”. As we
moved back from each others embrace, I saw the same smile creeping up onto her
face again.

Unsure of what to do I started
layering loo roll on the floor into a square that I thought would take all I
could pass. I hurriedly stripped off my PJs, this wasn’t any big deal, we had
seen each other naked every once in a while for years, the next bit was
something new however. I faced the toilet where Stacey stood and squatted right
down until I was almost touching the floor. My heart started to beat faster as I
contemplated what I was about to do. I let all my inhibitions go, and started to
push. I didn’t really need to go that badly so I expected this to take a little
longer than it took Stacey. She watched in eager anticipation as I tried to
force out what I had in me. In the gap, Stacey reached over for where I had
placed the mirror on the tiled floor and set it up, knowing all the angles, so I
could see my virgin hole and the other which was starting to gape as I continued
to push.

Chills ran through my body as I
could see a small end piece starting to emerge from me. As I got ever more
excited a drip juice from my pubic hole dripped onto my self made catch matt. As
the head of my poop began to emerge from within me, Stacey moved down to get a
better angle so as to catch the same view as the mirror. She sat on the very
edge of the toilet seat, staring down at where she would just start to get a
glimpse of what was emerging from my widened ring. We both looked down as the
start of the log grew to an inch before making contact with the toilet paper.
This was much stickier that Stacey’s poop, it immediately began to spread a
little. As I continued to push, the load moved out and up and was looking to
start pressing back on my hind. I could see the load moving up and could feel
the warmth radiating. Well before I was going to finish it pressed up against my
ass and a rush of bloody passed all through my body, I didn’t want to try and
hold myself up anymore. I let my body go and pressed down into the sticky mess.
It spread a fair bit in all directions and only just stopped short of my crotch.
We both gasped as we looked on in amazement at what was creamed between myself
and the toilet roll. Of course I still hadn’t finished so I let the last bits
slip out and push their way into the mass which in turn pushed the mess up to my
pubic region, making contact with my lower lips and causing me to quiver.

I closed my eyes and just let
myself absorb the feelings for a moment before trying to catch my breath. I
looked up to my sister who was still staring at my turd, now caking my virgin
slit. I noticed that her bulge had grown a little since I last looked. I then
looked her in the face. Her eyes met mine. Then she lifted herself up a bit and
lowered herself down square in the middle of the toilet seat. As she lowered I
could see what she was doing. She was spreading her load in the same way mine
was, I could see the mass expand towards the front and bits start to force their
way towards the band of her underwear and beyond. What escaped was stuck to her
inner thighs. The bit that came forward moved all the way forward, she pulled
her waistband away to peer down the front, I had to take a look. I brought my
head forward and stared down at the brown mass that had crept all the way up to
where the fuss that will become her pubes start.

This was a time that will stay with
us for a long time and certainly be repeated before we move away.

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