Katha pt.2 - A pantyshitting bus ride + a faces(h)itting at home

It was only a few days after our first shitty sex game at school when Katha and I met again.

I hadn't planned for this 'date', it just happened out of the chance. It was a friday afternoon, I had skipped school that day (the lessons at schedule had been unimportant and uninteresting to me, I had written myself a faked excuse) and, instead, spent the day in Chemnitz (the next bigger city from the town where I lived). Now, in the afternoon, I was taking the bus back home - a 45 minutes trip, the bus was not going the shortest possible route but served the smaller villages left and right of the highway as well. In one of the villages, I knew, Katha was living, from there to my home stop, there are about 10 minutes to ride. The bus was crowded well, nearly all seats were occupied (those seats where no person was sitting at were occupied with bags that were removed only with a very grim glare should any new passenger dare to ask whether this seat would be available), and I was the youngest in the whole bus - nearly all other passengers were working women in their late 40s and 50s, years of frustrating jobs (mostly at bureaus, I guessed) had digged deep traces into their faces. I had expected the bus to become emptier as we passed one village stop after the other, but nearly no one exited, we all wanted to go to the final stop or at least the town it was in. Well, at least I had a seat, a single seat near the 2nd door. Entering the bus was only allowed at the first door, at the drivers desk, and every passenger had to present his ticket to the driver or to buy a ticket from him. Exit was allowed only at the 2nd door.

After an over 30 minutes ride, we reached the village where Katha was living. To my surprise, I saw her standing at the stop, wearing sexy tight-fitting jeans and waiting for exactly this bus. The bus stopped, she entered, presented her ticket and started to look for a seat when she discovered me. Gleefully, she came up to me.
"Hi Michael! How about giving your seat to a lady?"
I looked at her a bit irritated, there was something about how she spoke, but then grinned.
"Nope, there are no free seats here. But maybe you can get a seat on the seat", I grinned. She made a face that could've said, 'you unpolite guy, you are nothing of a gentleman', but then shrugged.
"Would have thought better of you. And what's that 'seat on the seat' thing? Hey, wait, you have that dirty smile - I got it!"
With that, she whirled around and took her seat exactly where I had planned her to do - on my lap. I enjoyed the feeling of her weight, her warmth and her body on my legs, and, no surprise, my dick began to get hard. This, of course, didn't pass unnoticed by her.
"Ooooh, Michael, enjoying the ride?", she asked with a teasing voice. Since her face was much closer to my own now, I could smell it now: obviously, she had drunken champagne.
"Well, thanks, I enjoy myself, but what about you? What makes you celebrate this friday afternoon?"
"Don't know? It's my birthday! Wooo-hooo!"
The other passengers started shooting indignated and angry looks at us, but that didn't seem to disturb her in the slightest.
"Really didn't know that. Congratulations! And where are you going now? Celebrating? No, wait... you did that celebrating already."
"Yesss! Champagne!", she exclaimed happily (there was no danger in this, in Germany, it is legal to drink champagne, whine and beer from the age of 16). "Now I'm going to your town, meet some of the other girls from school, some hanging around, maybe some boys... we'll see."
"And what about me? Don't wanna celebrate with me?"
"Should have known earlier. But our girls club is nothing for you."
After a minute, an idea came to her mind.
"Would you want to fulfill me a wish for my birthday?"
"Depends on what it is. If it's expensive and money-wasting: forget it, honestly. I'm near bankrupcy."
"Nooo.... -", now she lowered her mouth down to my ear, "- it's something special only you could do. Has to do with something brown... and soft... can you guess?"
I felt myself blushing.
"Hmm, yes, I could. And how?"
"You will see!"
For the next minute, she remained silent and seemed to be glancing out of the window, but at my crotch, I could feel her body tensing and shifting. Then I felt a difference in what was at my lap, her face color changed a bit towards red - impossible, I tought at first: is she really going to shit right here and now, in a crowded bus, into her jeans?
Well - she was. It was only a short time until a well-known, certain smell came up to my nose: the smell of horny, sexy girlshit! She shifted around at my lap a bit, and the aroma became a bit more intense. I had to accept it: this little minx had just shitten her jeans right here and now!
She looked at me with a devilish grin, surely feeling my hard dick against her body.
"Got any idea what I could want?"
All I could to was nodding.

For the remaining five minutes she continued to chatter around happily whilst I sat under her, in some shit smell and with a bright red head. The elderly passengers around us continued to shoot us angry glares, and Katha continued to ignore them. I was lucky when my stop came in sight and pressed one the stop-demand-keys within my reach (in our region, suburban buses only stop at stops if either new passengers are present, waiting, or if someone demands the stop with the appropriate key for exiting).
"Sorry, but this is my stop, I have to exit now", I told her with some real regret in my voice.
"Don't wanna invite me for a little birthday party?"
My face lit up.
"For sure! I'll be alone at home at least until 6 p.m., now it's not even 3 - so you wanna come with me for a special 'party'?"
I didn't have to ask twice. The bus pulled over for the stop, the driver opened the 2nd door, and some other passengers went out. Katha jumped off me and hurried out the door, and I followed her - we both ignored the
indignated and now really infuriated glances the others still shot at us. I catched up with her, and since she clearly wanted to play, I forcefully slapped my flat hand at her ass. She jumped a bit, but less of pain and more of surprise.
"Wow, Michael! Giving me my bithday spanking? You know what you're doing with the inside of my jeans?"
"Of course! You may get a birthday spanking, but better don't ask for it unless you really want one - you know what happened to Janet. But for the rest of the way to my home, you'll have to endure my hand at your shitty horny ass", I told her with a really dirty smile. And as I had told her, I kept my hand right at her ass, caressing and rubbing around, thus bringing her soft shit anywhere. Since we where outside, no smell or aroma was present, but I could feel at my hand she had produced a nice amount of soft shit.

Once we were at my home, I took her straight into my room.
"I wanna have you, have you completely, all naked", she purred and started to pull my shirt. I gave her some help with undressing me, and soon I was naked, my dick standing at attention at its full size. Then I pulled away her shirt - sure enough, she wore no bra, her nipples at her nice little tits were almost as hard as stone. But before I could get down at her jeans, she grabbed my arm, catching me by surprise.
"Now it's time for my birthday present -", with this, she whirled around a little and threw me at my sofa/bed. "Now just wait and look... guess you'll like what's going to come."
She unbuttoned her jeans and slowly took them down, showing me her backside - and I discovered she wore nice white cotton panties that day which were, of course, brown at her backside, some of her shit had come out where I had rubbed it out of the limits of the panties. It wasn't much that had gone into her jeans. Once she had her jeans away, she lowered her panties - and now I could see her ass: ...

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