This story contains lesbian, celebrity (Jennifer Lopez), interracial, watersports, and scat.
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Another tiring live performance. These performances always took a lot out of Jennifer Lopez. Dancing and running across the stage for this amount of time was always exhausting.
But besides being exhausting these dynamic performances sometimes also had another effect on Jennifer. Because she moves so much and so fast on stage for such a long period of time, sometimes the latinaâs âpipesâ would loosen up to the point where she needs a half hour of "retreatment" into the ladiesâ room to relieve herself. So as soon as she got off stage, she went straight for the girly potty room. She went inside, the usual sweet scent of a ladiesâ room penetrated her nostrils. She went into a stall, closed the door, lifted her miniskirt and lowered her panties. The wetness of the panties she had grown accustomed to. The movements were causing the crack of her ass to sweat and after two hours of dancing, the panties were lodged completely into her brown crack, soaking up all of the sweat present. Jennifer sat down, and allowed her insides to do most of the work. But for some reason this time it didnât go too well. Where usually the bowel movement was quick and smooth. This time it was like it struggled against being forced out. So Jennifer applied some pressure on her lower body, but it wouldnât help.
âThis is going to be a long one," she said to herself, after which she heard the door to the ladiesâ room open. A woman, probably one of the dancers, went into the stall next to Jenniferâs. The sultry singer and actress heard the woman sliding down her panties, snapping the elastic band. As Jennifer struggled to push the content of her guts toward her backdoor, she couldnât ignore the sounds being made in the stall next to hers.
The lady was moaning, the crackling of a turd sliding out was loud enough to be heard, and Jennifer couldnât deny a smile as she heard a fart thundering in the hollow sounding ladiesâ room.
âWhoa, that sounded like a real birth," Jennifer said casually to the mysterious lady in the next stall.
âLike you wouldnât believe," a womanly voice answered. âIâve been holding this up for over half an hour."
Jennifer knew the voice. It belonged to Natasha, a stunningly beautiful black dancer, recently added to the group.
âYeah, I can sympathize. Iâve been holding up myself. For over an hour."
âSo you must be relieved to get rid of it then, huh?â
âI wish. For some reason it just wonât go as easily as it should."
Jennifer heard the girl wipe her privates, pull up her panties and flush the toilet. Then she spoke again.
âYou know, this might sound odd. But I have a successful method on how to make it go more smoothly, if youâre interested off course."
âWell, I donât want to spend my entire day in here. So if it helps, Iâd be happy to know what that method is," Jennifer said honestly.
âOkay. But in order for me to help, youâll have to let me in there."
Jennifer unlocked the stall, and saw Natasha entering. Once again Jennifer was in awe of the beauty of the girl. Her chocolate skin was shiny from the sweat of the performance. And her face resembled that of Brandy Norwood, the R&B singer. Wide eyes and a wide smile.
âCan IâŚyou knowâŚtake a look to see if I can see the problem?â the girl asked in a light innocent voice.
Jennifer felt somewhat awkward. Although she was a closet bi-sexual. And had been in this position with several guys and some girls, she still felt a bit weird. But the girl wanted to help her out with her problem, so Jennifer leaned back against the wall, lifted her legs, and placed her feet on either side of the girl against the door of the stall. Natasha made no hesitations in dropping to her knees and staring at Jennifer crotch area. Without Jennifer noticing or realizing, the girl took pleasure in looking at Jenniferâs great looking pussy. Shaven at the sides so no hair would be visible in bathing suits, but hairy on top and on the lips, lips that were long and thin. Looking further down her breathing went faster as she looked straight at Jenniferâs asshole. A dark, wrinkled pucker that was pouting outward.
âThis may sound a bit strange, and if you donât want to answer you donât have to, butâŚdo you ever put your finger in your anus, for instance when you masturbate?â the girl asked while never taking her eyes off of Jenâs asshole.
âWhat? No! NoâŚI mean, Iâve never thought about doing that. Why do you ask?â
âWell, because my experience is that if you regularly finger your anus, you will experience far less constipation. You see, by fingering yourâŚass, your muscles learn to relax when pressure is applied. And it loosens up easier."
âI never knew that. So what your saying is thatâŚif I finger my asshole, I should have no problem relieving myself?â
âThatâs right. Thatâs why porn actresses have enemas before doing anal. So that it doesnât become a mess after the guy pounds her hole so long."
âI donât know. Iâve never done this. I donât know what to expect."