I can't

Days went by and Glenda peed off and on. Then I heard her answer the doorbell, and soon footsteps were headed in my direction. Glenda entered with Patsy, our next-door neighbor. Pastsy was a woman in her thirties who lived alone. I had noticed her sexy body on many occasions. I remember once watching her mow the yard with a push mower that didn't look like the self-propelled kind. The day was close to one hundred degrees, and she was sweating. Her tiny shorts left the lower half moons of her ass showing. Sweat slicked her breasts as they wobbled and swang while she wrestled with the mower.

Glenda was not home that day, so I had the house to myself. I masturbated from the upstairs window watching Patsy sweating with the mower. She bit her lower lip, and her cute face was wet, making the dark hair strands cling to her cheeks.

That was a good day.

Now she stood over with Glenda.

"Sorry, but my toilet is clogged and the plumber won't be here until late this afternoon," Pasty said. "I was mowing the yard and it came on me sudden."

"Not a problem," Glenda said. "This is kind of new. So, just press this button first and then this one if you have to do more than pee." Glenda glanced down at me and grinned. "I leave and give you some privacy." I heard the door shut.

Patsy didn't take the time to look down into the toilet because I could see her sweaty face strained. She had a gray T-shirt with dark places under her arms. She turned, and her tiny shorts slid down her sweaty legs. I never thought I would ever get to see her perfect ass like this up close. But Pasty was not waiting for me to enjoy the view. She plopped down on the seat above me. The smell of sweat was strong and mixed with something unclean. Perhaps she had not showered that day since she was set to mow her yard.

She wasted no time with the screen on the wall, and the machine hummed to life. My face rose closer, and as it did, the awful smell was stronger. I had hoped she only needed to pee, but my hopes were dashed when after another tap my face continued to rise with a lower hum on the device. As my open mouth pushed into her ass cheeks, I felt the slick oily sweat smear across my face, and I was pushed deeper into her ass.

I had grown to hate the sexy computer lady's voice as she now said, "Air Tight."

Was this life's way of getting back at me for using this poor woman for a secret orgasm? Perhaps. Perhaps I had to lie there and take whatever she had to give. Of course I did. What choice did I have?

I smelled the sweat that collected near my nose. Her back was moist, and I looked up at the dark hair hanging down her shoulder blades. She had put off the trip to the bathroom long enough. Having gotten over her embarrassment of asking Glenda to use her toilet. So, she had gotten over the worst part, and now she could relax and let nature take its course.

What came out of her puckering asshole was the largest round turd I ever expected to slid out of anyone on this planet. I heard her sigh as I slid down into my mouth and my throat swelled painfully. I did not come in short segements like a normal person. She had an anaconda coiled in her bowels and now it was making it's way down my throat. My eyes were bulging as I took this down my throat. I positive she had not know it was me down there swallowing this, because how could anyone do this to another person? Finally, after about three feet it broke off and I suffered the awful bitter taste of shit. With a stomach that was bulging with her shit, I had paid my dues with my secret orgasm.

But she wasn't done with me yet. Her grunted and even more came out. She must have had three days of shit building up in there. Another long turd pushed its way down my throat and broke off. Once more she strained and another shorter one slipped out of her cute ass.

I heard her sigh with relieve as I lay miserable beneath her. The I heard taps on the screen and my tongue became lapping her shitty asshole. She moaned a little as she enjoyed this. Finally, she tapped and I was lowered back into place and my shit smeared mouth clamped shut.

She had trouble pulling up her tiny shorts over her sweaty legs and when finished, her half moon butt cheeks showed at the bottom. She turned and acted like she only then noticed I was down there.

"Oh, Greg. That was you. Sorry about that. Glenda said something about it a week ago but I thought I heard wrong. I figured it was some stranger she had as a human toilet." She looked shy. "I guess I should feel bad but you wouldn't be there is you had been more productive." And before she left she added. "And don't think I didn't see you that day as you were wanking you cock in the window at me mowing the yard. Serves you right. I hope you learn to respect women more in the future."

She left.