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About hentaixt

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    Loyal Member
  • Birthday 05/25/1978

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  • Gender
    So straight I'd be a Lesbian if I were female.
  • Occupation
    Bit too nosey.
  • About Me
    Null... except I'm going to say I write some stories for here.

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  • Favourite Thing About Pee
    Naughty peeing (Pee on everything), Lesbian peeing, Girls drinking Guys (full swallow no spill), Girls drinking Girls, Group peeing (Mostly Girls, some Guys present), Hentai and Anime peeing.
  • Your Hottest Pee Experience
    Rather not share... still pretty novice.
  1. Wet Carpet magazine

    Hey all, super short one for you. I'll likely post again but needed something to break the ice and what I just did qualifies. LOL So you can call me Joan, but details later, I'm on my phone typing this so going to stay on point. I've gotten really comfortable peeing in garbage cans in bathrooms. Doesn't have to be a dirty bathroom, just a single with locking door. Still walking around the bookstore I just did this in acting completely normal. Went into the toilet, saw the there was tank on the back and thought about that, but the bin was full of used towels and feel like using them a 2nd time is better for the environment too. Anyway. I'm standing there pissing away from under my skirt out my muff and I look in the mirror. On the opposite side of the room by the door there's a short plastic cabinet with locks on it and the top doors are broken open. I stop my stream and close my legs so my panties drop and step out of them. I crossover and open the door to find the expected paper rolls. They looked like used ones with very little left on about 10 to a dozen roll. So yeah, skirt up, stream starts back up, and soggy paper ho! I had more than half my payload spent in there when I hear dripping over the splash and spray, I realize the top shelf is open and all my watering is going down to the NEW ROLLS below. At this point I'm all, "F- it!" I changed my angle and pushed to the end. Collected my panties into my purse, washed my hands (wiped my cunny with the towel), and now I'm waiting in line at the register. Need to pay for the books I'll pee on later. ROFL
  2. Asian pissing porn sites?

    Yes, I do... and the answer is No.
  3. A request

    Here you go, this'll be short and super simple just to make sure that I've got the idea right: [Imagine she's explaining this to a friend or relative after it happened] Hey, I had a weird thing happen the other day. I've been doing a lot of interviews trying to find work since I just graduated college and moved to the different state. The "Girl in The Big City" and all that non-sense, I guess. Well anyway, I had a good prospect and they sent me in for my blood and drug screening yesterday. Nothing too out of the ordinary, they got the blood sample just fine (usually have trouble finding a vein in my tiny arms). Then the nurse hands me a sample cup and I knew I'd be peeing in that, but here's the rub... I had to do it there in front of her. The scene keeps replaying in my mind: "We'll need a urine sample next, here's your cup. You need to fill it at least to this line here. If not you will have to wait and come back." "K, which way to the bathroom?" "I'm sorry, no bathroom. You will be doing it right here with me. You need to be observed giving the sample or we cannot verify it legitimately as yours and not faked. Please completely remove your pants and underwear and pee here." "Uh, I... uh... O... K... I..." "Please hurry, we have other people to see." If I'd known I was going to have an audience I might have put on some better panties at least. I kicked off my shoes and worked my butt out of my tight jeans, then took my panties off. Thankfully I had shaved the other day so my bush was presentable. I stood there naked from the shirt down (except my socks) and I immediately realized I was exposed in front of another women. I'm not gay, I might be a little bi-, but this had me so red faced embarrassed I could feel the heat in my cheeks. She asked if I'd do better sitting and if I wanted her to hold the cup for me... if I was red before, I'm sure I matched a boiled lobster after that. I decided to stand and hold the cup myself, but now that meant she was just staring at me. Waiting, expectantly, pee anxiety kicked into high gear. After two minutes of waiting, she said this: "Would you like me to help you?" "Ummmm...... HOW??" As she puts on a fresh pair of gloves, "I am going to touch, Okay?" "Sure?!" She reached up and began to massage my clit. If I wasn't bi- before I certainly felt it then, I also felt my face go red hot again. She worked in little circles, three clockwise and three back pausing for an up then down and repeat. It did the trick, she finished twice and it felt like everything was going to drain out of me. My pee dripped a few times and then I finally relaxed and started a torrent. It was all coming out now and my nerves had only made me more full. I overflowed the cup in literally seconds and she quickly swapped the cup with a plastic hospital urinal. I finished my business in that and it was almost half full after that. She handed me a tissue and told me I could redress and leave, my results would be sent to the company next week. So yeah, super strange... the other thing is, I splashed her hand with pee when we did the switch between the sample and the urinal and I swear I saw her lick her glove as she turned away to put the lid and labels on my sample. I can't be sure, I was too lost in concentration and relief... but I KNOW I saw SOMETHING. Alright, there you go... hope you enjoyed it. Just a quick 1 off the top. ^_^
  4. Wet Carpet magazine

    First time posting so, I'll give you something to call me: AshPee. It's really close to my real name so I’m sure you can guess, but just playing it safe. I've been reading for awhile but it never occurred to me to post despite having the perfect thing to talk about. I belong to a local pool, and it used to be communal, but there were some incidents with some of the guys and the owner decided it would be best to split the pool into male and female sides. The structure was already almost split anyway. The men's changing room was on one side and the women's on the opposite of an Olympic size pool. The owner just build a wall down the exact center and split it into two small full length pools. It may sound odd, but at the time the wall was added they were closing for resurfacing and maintenance. That stopped most of the harassment, except the bathrooms were still on the men's side. A door that locked on the men's side only was installed too and women were given a key to get back. Unfortunately women were still getting bothered when they crossed over to use the facilities. As a result of this, the ladies got accustomed to peeing in the changing room whenever they needed to go. Eventually the hooligans got tired of never seeing anything but guys and left permanently, but the culture had already changed at least for peeing. There is actually a sign in the entrance hallway that reads, "Please be courteous when peeing in this room. Do not leave anything on the floor you do not want to get wet." The second line is there because, since we all pee on the floor regularly, it gets hosed down multiple times a day. The daughter of the owner comes in and does it about every two hours, making sure to pick some things up before she pees herself and then hoses it all to the drain. I asked if the males were allowed the same and she told me the sign on their side says, "If you are caught urinating in this room for any reason you will be fine, banned, and reported to local authorities." So as you can guess it's rare to enter the changing area and find no one taking a wee... sometimes it is hard to find less than three to five girls going. At least now you understand why I have things to tell you, it had been a regular thing for so long it never dawned on me that y'all might want to hear about my experiences. To open I have a fairly comical one to share. I'm pretty athletic and swim at least once a week to keep my figure. This particular day I had just left the showers and was headed to my locker, I passed by a mother and young teen daughter standing together peeing. I could tell they were related because they both stood with hands on hips and the stream shot forward almost to the wall they were facing before arching down to the concrete floor, I suppose now it could have been her aunt. Just past them was a pair of twenty somethings one was squatting to pee and the other stood brushing her hair and peeing too. They said, "Hi!" as I passed and asked how my day was going. Now I finally reached my isle and there on the bench are three teen girls, completely naked, sitting next to each going full force across the distance from the bench to the locker. That is roughly 4', and it was not like the three arcs were low to the ground. Of course this caught my eye and I stood to watch both impressed and blocked off. I was trying to come up with a reason to stare and not seem rude, so I decided to play a prank on them. I took the towel over my shoulders and dried myself a bit waiting for them to finish. When they were done they glanced at me and I started with this, "I don't recognize you three, but from what you've just done it is clear that you didn't read the sign by the door either. It says 'BE COURTIOUS when peeing.' I know these isles are wide, but when you shoot all way across and block access that is not ver~" and that was as far as I got before I lost it to laughing. To explain it in a way that makes more sense it went like this: I am drying off my boobs, I start talking and throw the towel back over my shoulders, I finish the first sentence and then start peeing on the floor myself, I was naked except the towel obviously and I shave since I wear a race swimsuit, I make a jet that comes down hard and fast in a straight shot to the floor at a sharp angle, so there was no mistake when I started and what I was doing, as I said the part about the width of the isles I bent my knees and swayed to spray from the bench to the lockers and back to the bench, this caused the girls to get a confused / surprised / amused look and seeing that was enough to make me lose the concentration on my tone. I started laughing, which caused them to start laughing and the harder I laugh my boobs bounce and my six pack abs show only then too. I was still going full force and the laughing made my flow erratic, so I turned to keep my pee from splashing them until I finished. Once we all calmed down I told that I was surprised at their control and in the future just to be aware that were blocking the path. They apologized and went about getting dressed. We all left about the same time and hollered at each other, "See you soon." I will write again when I get another good sighting. Until then, "Keep the Carpet Wet for Me."
  5. Wet Carpet magazine

    I am just going to jump right in here. I work in a large office building doing janitorial work. It is somewhat thankless and definitely dirty work, but it has its benefits too. You have all heard of the women with weak bladders from childbirth, well I am one of them. I work a second to overnight split shift and during those hours the floor I work is closed and usually empty. This allows me to pee freely if the need arises and clean it up immediately if I choose to be a bit lazy about where I go. However, my letter is to tell you about another lady I met recently with a similar but different issue. I was doing my usual rounds one evening on a Tuesday, unlocking rooms, checking the bins, the regular stuff, when I opened a room and heard a strange but familiar noise, it was the hiss of lady filling a garbage can with spent liquid. I followed the sound and as I got closer I could now hear the lady groan with fear and start to apologize. "Sorry, sorry, I can't stop, please don't report me, at least let me explain, I'm so sorry, I just can't, I..." I interrupted and tried to calm her down, "Hey at least you are going somewhere that's easy to clean. I don't mind, go ahead and finish." She thanked me and continued to give the details of how she got in this situation. So I mentioned that her ailment was similar, see she had a child by C-section and ran into a complication. The baby was alright, but the birth caused some additional nerve damage to her pelvis. This left her with the odd problem of only being able to tell her bladder was full when it was about to burst. The nerves were deadened around it and so the only way she could tell her tank was full is when it's OVERFULL and pushes against the nerves above her bladder or near her opening. She told me that tried several control medications, some had no effect and others made it worse. When I told I had a weak one and would release discretely, she stated that was no good either. Whenever she releases, her bladder is full enough that her stream lasts a minute at minimum at full force, nothing "discrete" there. Being stuck with this malady also meant that her bladder continued to increase in size the longer she went without a regular break, so she usually stops ever two hours and tries to go even if she may not need to at the time. Now to punctuate this whole thing, she never stopped the whole time we were talking. An at least 2:00 conversation of non-stop releasing, not just a trickle but not full bore either. Her position was in IT and she had been working on the computer in the room, stuck on an error with no clear solution, and distracted so much by the task at hand she lost track of time and got into an emergency where she filled up to her limits. When it hit she knew it was a makeshift toilet or wet clothes with only seconds to decide. She was done at this point and I handed her a tissue to wipe and toss in the VERY full bag. I asked if she minded if I went too and she was totally fine, so I emptied my tiny amount in with all of hers and then carefully pulled and tied the bag and tossed it in the large can I roll with me. I told she had nothing to worry about and I wasn't going to say anything to anyone. As I went back to leave I saw something on my cart I had picked up long ago and just had there with me, it was a set of self-stick file folder tabs in all yellow. I tossed them to her and said if she ever got caught short again, to leave one stuck to the inside of the door. That way I knew the bag needed changed and there was less chance of someone removing it on the inside since she would lock the door after leaving the room. She thanked me profusely and it has worked well for a few months now. I still don't know how she does it, filling a bag over half full, but I guess we all have to deal with our own issues. Actually speaking of that, the plant in the corner looks a little dry. . . excuse me for a minute.
  6. Long Running French Blog

    http://pausepipi.canalblog.com/ This has a lot of good posts... can any1 can find "Le Kama-Sutra Ondiniste"?
  7. Wet Carpet magazine

    Hey everyone, I found this place after doing some searching about a situation that happened to me recently. My parents got divorced and my Mom remarried... to another Mom. Which is fine, I have no problem with that. I however, ended up with a new older step-sister. Things have been a little strange between us; she seems to treat me like someone she is babysitting. I am not that much younger than her and she is in college, so you kind of see what I mean when I say odd. The thing that happened just recently though has really altered our interactions... and I can't seem to read her anymore. I guess let me explain first and then it will make more sense. Since it is winter right now and close to Christmas, it has been snowing recently. My Moms told me to go shovel the walk, I'm getting ready when she comes by and says, "Hang on squirt I'll come help too." She gets a jacket and wraps a scarf around my face and helps me with my gloves before doing the same. We head out to the garage and grab the shovels and get to work. It's fairly slow going, the snow is heavy and there is a layer of ice on the concrete so we have to scrap and chip it loose. We’d been working maybe a half-hour when she stops and turns to me, "I don't know about you, but I could use a warm drink." I replied, "Nah, I'm not cold but I really need to pee." "Well if we take a break now, well never get done." She stares at me for a few seconds, then does this fake laugh and starts to work again. Not even a minute later, still shoveling snow she says, "So are we going to do this or what?" I stop and look at her puzzled. She grabs my shovel and tosses both on the walk, grabs my arm and pulls me to the side of the house. She drops to her knees and starts to unbuckle my pants, grabs my dick and pops it out and then as she lets go of it says, " Just aim right, I don't want to get soaked that'll just make me colder... AHHHH~" and opens her mouth with her tongue out. Thank goodness I really had to go; I think the super cold actually helped. My stream shot out and splashed her, so she wrapped her mouth around the head of my dick and swallowed all of it. My whole reservoir drained, I finished with a few spurts and squeezed my dick out of habit even though she sucked the last drops out on her own. "Thanks, that has me all toasty in my core now. I guess I'll do something for you too." This of course turned out to be a BJ. It was really nice, her mouth was super warm and I came in her mouth in no time. "Wow that was a BIG HOT load too. I could feel the warmth sliding down my throat and that was almost as much as you pissed. Alright, back to work!" She bounces up and just goes right back to the walk and grabs a shovel. I get myself together and head back over and we finish with nothing else said. So, now she's been the same babysitter sort of person, but like everything she says is an innuendo now. I'm not talking subtle either... some of them are pretty obvious; quite a few about drinking me dry again. I don't know if it was a one-time thing or if I should ask or what to do. I mean she is cute in that mousey sister way, unless she's getting dressed up, then she can look stunning. I do like her boobs; they are just the right size... a little too big for her frame. Ack!! What am I saying...? I said I found this place because I was searching, I didn't know people actually drank pee. I'm not naive, just never occurred to me, but clearly she knows about it and has no problems doing it. I'm not going to ask for advice, because I don't think I'll get any here... but if somebody has some send it my way.
  8. Wet Carpet magazine

    Hey, I figured you folks might be able to help me... I did a BUNCH of searching and this was only place that even seemed close to the issue I have, which is kinda sad. Small bit of background, my sister and I live basically alone. Nothing tragic (except our lives... that'll make sense in a minute), our parents both travel for their jobs and have a large house. I moved back in about a year ago after I graduated college and since I can't find anything but part-time employment, I freeload a bit as well as clean and watch the place. My sister just graduated too and has been back home about a month or so for the same reason. Now we get to the actually problem I need help with, my sister sorta has the girl version of “Morning Wood.” I really don't know any other way to describe it, so I'll just tell you what happened. About two week ago we both got up and stumbled blearily into the bathroom we share in the house. I took one look in the mirror and had to start fixing my hair, in the meantime my sister drops trough and plops her butt on the toilet on the other side of the room. It is a big open space with the large walk-in shower and oversized bath next to each other, the toilet is next to the shower and the sink is near the bath. Not sure if any of that made sense, but moving on. I'm still fussing with my hair when I feel something wet on my back. I turn around to find my sister dozed off on the throne, her knees spread, and her rump sinking into the basin, so her vag was in full glory sorta out and upward, and the wet thing hitting me in the chest now was her piss. Thank god I sleep in just a seamless thong, because if I had gotten anything soaked with pee I would have been furious. I immediately yelled, "WHAT THE FUCK!!??!" That of course startled her... spraying more pee all over me, the floor, the bath, etc... Needless to say I made her clean all of it herself while I took a shower. So here's the thing though, there's a good 6 to 7 feet between the toilet and the sink and her pee was hitting me square in the tits and I'm a bit tall at 6'3". Before she moved out for college she never did this, I know she's always had a forceful stream... but come on? Seriously, she was asleep when she did it, so it's not like she was pushing or anything. The reason I said it was like girl "Morning Wood" is I know guys that have to deal with wild streams when the wake up with a hard-on, but I didn't think girls had deal with that. HELL, I DONT. Can someone shed some light on this for me? I started keeping a bucket near the sink just in case... since it has been a semi-regular occurrence now. Last time was this morning and her aim was off so it went full force into the mirror on the wall. I grabbed the bucket and just held it there to catch the flow. I think next time I am going to line up the bucket to catch it and walk across the room filling it up as I go and just dump it back on her. It would serve her right for falling asleep on the john anyway. Anything y'all can tell me would be appreciated, as I said this was the only place I found that MIGHT have an answer. XD
  9. Wet Carpet magazine

    Sorry for the late reply... I just now saw all the posts. I'm not going to shun the praise like I usually do, because this isn't about me this time. I'd never the intention of hi-jacking this thread and for a long time I questioned whether or not to even post in it at all. I know this was your idea and you have filled so many pages with those ideas, that you have every right to take a step back, breathe, and brainstorm. I'll say for this thread to stay "humble" as it were, we needed stories that were somewhat similarly repetitive. It added the aire of believably to the stories, seeing 1 person try a simple act that another was already comfortable doing. They might not be the most interesting reads in the thread, but they help the other stories stand out too. So, take your time and find your creativity again. Post less frequently, the thread has a life its own at this point. I'll post as often as I always have and we'll just have to watch and see how things go.
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    I just looked and I'm running ESR, so I likely have nothing to worry about for a while.
  11. Wet Carpet magazine

    Hey Again Everyone! It is Margo Astra back with more good stuff to share. These just happpened today and I am typing this on my phone in the hotel on WiFi, so if there is grammar or spelling issue... please understand. ON. MY. PHONE. :1_grinning So, as I said these were both today and I wanted to make sure I got you all the details while they were still fresh in my mind. I was hanging out with the naughty pee girls Lauren and her sister Laura at the hotel for another trade show. I was off hours so to speak, as I was hired only part time for the booth I was working. Now on to what you want to hear, actually context first right? Lauren had a video she found online of an elevator trick. Im sure you have seen them, the button codes that are supposed to put it in express mode? Well her video actually showed both normal operation and override scenarios. We made sure to test it, we dropped Laura on a floor and ran all the way to the lobby. Lauren entered the code and texted Laura to call the elevator from her floor. So heres the thing, it WORKS! The only difference was that the elevator stopped on Laura's floor but the doors would not open. We tried the door open button and Laura actually knocked on the doors from outside and then the elevator went on and delivered us to our chosen floor. So now you can kinda guess what we had in mind. A private carpeted elevator that we knew would not open (YES, we were going to pee in it). We would only have 1 attempt and we were going to try and cover every inch of carpet. The cabin had fully cover floor and up to the railing with carpet. Now as I have said previously, this whole peeing where you are not supposed to is not really a thing for me, but I was on-board here for he the challenge. Besides, the carpet in hotel elevators is made to handle the wet from pool patrons. Our first try was thwarted though. We got in at the lobby, put in the code, and just as the doors closed a couple stopped them closing and joined us. They got off at their floor and the elevator run us to the top. This was actually beneficial, because we timed it for an approximation. We figured out the full ride would be just about 2:30 (two minutes: thirty seconds), so we knew we were all good. None of us pee more than 40 seconds, even (long-distance) Lauren. When we hit the top floor, we had already started prepping. Pants unbuttoned, thumbs in hemlines, you get the idea. Lauren hit the door close and entered the code for lockout and then the lobby. Laura and I were already half naked before the cabin started moving. I squatted in the middle and did surprisingly well in cover the corner (just about 1/4 of the floor). Since we were going for coverage we did not want puddles, which meant I had to work on controlling my flow. It was difficult, but I think I am going to continue working on it. If I get good enough I could pee anywhere and stop then leave or change places quickly. Laura was in a opposite corner and I was shocked to see she had covered half the floor and half way up one wall in the same time it took me to do my (tiny by comparison) area. Lauren was the real showoff, she stood and literally sidestepped along each wall, swaying her hips and drenching everything from the railing to the floor. When that was totally covered, she stopped in my corner and finished the floor off from across the area. That girl can go and she even had enough left to spot check areas. By floor three we were all dressed again and stand in the middle of very squelchy floor. We hit the lobby and dashed for hallway to conference area and disappeared in the crowd. However there's one more story to tell. The site that Lauren had used to watch the video had a code calculator for card keys. It seems that an employee for the security company that produced the keys leaked the way they are encoded and that the keys will almost always work for at least two rooms at the same time in the same building. Someone else took that info and created a web plugin that allowed you to enter your room number and output the other room you could enter. There were several comments saying the plugin was not perfect, it was often off by rounding errors and might be the room next to or across from the number it gave. We tested that too with their card and the comments were right, but we got in a room. Before the door even closed Lauren had kicked off her shoes in the bathroom and was shedding her jeans, Laura was pulling the desk chair down the hall and sitting in front of the now closed door, before getting out of her jeans too. I looked around the room to make sure no one was actually staying there and it was all clear. Real quick though, this was an average room. When you step in the bathroom was first on the left, then the closet, and the room proper from there, desk by the TV and this was a queen single. Now, the girls had wanted to show me a trick they had been working on and you sort of have the set-up already. Lauren was sitting with legs spread on the toilet with the seat down, one foot on the bath and the other on the counter. Laura had her naked butt planted on the desk chair with her heels on the edge of the seat. They were talking about coordination for a few seconds, basically making sure Laura was ready to go. I stood by the desk and looked down at Laura. Lauren started her release and from the toilet was dowsing the wall of the room. So all the way across the distance of the bathroom AND hall and still with a enough force to splash back higher than the desk. Laura started and her stream shot forward and climbed in height passing through her sister's until it hit max distance. SO, here is what you have... one stream blasting through the open door and impacting the wall, while a second stream makes a graceful arch OVER the first and soaking into the carpet on the opposite side. One girl peeing over another. ONE. OVER. THE. OTHER!!! It was the most impressive skill display I had ever seen. It didnt last very long, but it was super cool. I wanted in the fun, but I was empty, so I told them we would have to do it again sometime when I could join. They agreed of course, I would love to figure out how to get a picture (or video) of that though, because it will be THREE streams vertically next time. Not sure when I will get to write again. Trade shows have been pretty slim this year and I am getting some more modeling work but not enough really. I am taking some classes for school again and my time is not as free as it used to be... Anyway, that is enough depressing stuff for now. Hopefully I'll be back with another incident real soon.
  12. Wet Carpet magazine

    Alright, so I am doing this. My sister promised something and expected me to deliver on it again... We likely should not have been here to begin with, if you add our ages together (since we ARE triplets) we might be old enough. ANYWAY, I am supposed to fill in the last part of the trilogy for you so you can stop wondering about it. As my youngest sister told you we all urinated under the bed and in the water mattress. I am supposed to tell you about "Hide and [Take a] Leak" not "'Hide and Go Pee'", she always gets the name wrong. So yes, after things wound down at the reception, our Mother was helping clean-up and suggested we entertain ourselves for a bit longer before we left. The rules are pretty basic, but slightly different that regular Hide and Seek: All players split up and find a spot to release (only one spot per player). Once you finish you return to Home. If you return home first, you can try to catch another player in the act. If you are not first, you must wait for all players to return. Now you as a team head out and look for the wet patches. Once you find one you have to guess who made it, if you are right, that person is out. If you get it wrong, then you are out. There are more advanced rules, but for just three players you get the idea. You can get back in and you can still win if you were out, but I am not explaining all that for now. Since I have better control over my flow, I can start and stop whenever I want, so I let out enough and then always go hunting for my older younger sister with the bigger bladder. Once a round has ended, the loser has to wet themselves. If they cannot, the winner gets to do it for them. So we played a few rounds and when everything was done, I was the only one with dry pants. I should not say this, because I know the two of them will read it, but I have a secret way to win. When we split up, I find a spot that will soak up or not show my puddle. This is usually a drawer with clothes (I like to pee on bras, especially when they are still being worn), or things on hangers. The pocket of a coat holds liquid surprisingly well. Since I win most rounds, I get to pee all over my younger sisters, and that is a great feeling. Standing with my slit exposed and raining pee all over their crotch, it is a good feeling of power and dominance (and I often get licked dry). Well at any rate, that is all you will get from me. I fulfilled my obligation to this ridiculous endeavour. My middle sister might write here again, but I doubt you will see me around. I do hope you enjoyed our escapades though and some of the other folks here have expanded my ideas for future fun, but for now... So Long and Goodbye.
  13. Wet Carpet magazine

    Sooo... my sister told me I was supposed to talk about us peeing. Since I'm the youngest, I usually do what I'm told... most the time. You know about the stuff we did at the wedding in the kitchen, so I won't go over that again, but I do want to say that I love destroying things with pee. I just got a little tingly thinking about someone eating that ice cream. :) ;) If I can pee on it, I want to, and if I can't, I want to figure out how I can. Anyway, we were at the reception and drinking a bit more than we should to... uhhh, refill(??) and we kept trying to trade out our sparkling apple juice with the champagne, except we had plastic wine glasses and they were in the real deal. We did manage to mix some in with a couple glasses, but not the whole cup. We only wanted it because we knew it would make us have to pee faster. That worked with enough of what we could steal. Then we sorta wandered off with no one looking into another section of the house, not a huge place, but big enough to disappear down a hall and into a room... with a waterbed. Older sis, not middle sis (from last time), is really smart. She spends her free time looking at all kinds of random web stuff. She went to the corner of the bed and found the plug to add extra water. So we took turns adding our water to the bed. It really was a three girl job, two to hold and one to pee, who had to work on aiming. We were giggling the whole time about "peeing in bed" and I just got another tingle thinking about my cousin and her wife having sex on our pee and wondering how long it will be before it gets drained and replaced. Of course we couldn't be gone long, so we crept back to the party and started the routine over again. It was a bit easier to drink this time; we were downing soda and water at this point, since they had put out the buffet. In no time we were full again, thanks to the "break the seal" situation. We also had a better chance to sneak off too; people were sitting together and chatting, so when we walked by with plates and cups they thought we were just going to find a place to munch. We did find a place, it was another empty bedroom and we were going to eat, but we were just going to be relieving ourselves while we did it. Now middle sis told you we could pee all at the time and this is when we did it. The room was set up with the bed perpendicular to the door, so you could not see the far side of it. We put our plates down over there and squatted down after getting half naked. The bed had a long cover on it, so we threw it up and over our knees and let it drape down to our waists. That meant we couldn't see ourselves going, but neither could anyone else. We waited until all three of us were steady and comfortable and then we counted down, older sis: three, middle sis: two, me: one. You could just hear all three streams patter into the carpet under the bed. We swished and swayed a bit and I pushed really hard and saw the cover flutter on the other side of the bed just a little, so I know I shot far enough to hit it. I can do a bit farther than my sisters if I really want to try. Since we all knew when we were about to be empty, we lifted to see our damage and pushed our butts out so we could soak the cover over our legs. We watched the material darken from the top with our urine squirting into it from underneath. Then it was used to wipe of course. Okay, middle sis says that's all I'm supposed to tell you. Except that we also played "Hide and Go Pee," but I think older sis is supposed to tell you about that if you do the same as last time. She says as long as we get close to the same response, older sis will be back to talk some more about our fun times. I really like talking to you all, let me know you like talking to me tooooo~ :)
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    I'll be honest, for what she was doing... low chance of harm. Assume the system was off, after it all dried out... no damage done.
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    Hey, so my sisters and I have been into pee play for quite some time. We actually got started really young, because we are triplets. We actually figured out our streams and arc are almost exactly alike too, so we would do things like squat facing each other and start going at the same time, the two opposing streams would arch up and hit splashing all over the place and making us giggle. The other thing's we can pretty much synchronize when we start. So if we want to, all three of us can count down and pee in unison. I have an advantage though; my bladder's bigger so I get to pee even after my sisters run dry. I'm writing, because we did something fun at our third cousin's wedding. She was getting married to her girlfriend and extended family got invited. During the service, we ducked out saying we needed to pee. Our Mom knows we often have to go at the same time, so nothing surprising there. We got out in the hall and ducked around a corner the opposite direction of the bathrooms and found a kitchen, since this was rental space for parties. There was no one there, we were doing food after the service. My youngest sister (came out last...), took her panties off under her dress and went immediately to the fridge. She opened both doors because it was side by side and then hopped her butt onto the counter across from it. With a little bit of shuffling she got her dress situated and started shooting her spent urine all over the contents of both sides. My other sister helped by opening containers and moving fruit around. There was a 3 gallon package of ice cream that got a little melty, well-watered down, and eventually refrozen. I went next and decided the stove needed a good washing. Since my younger sister had just finished wiping (with my other sister's tongue LOL), she came over and helped me up to the counter. I stood all the way up to take down my pants and undies, and popped a squat next to the cook-top. I peed over most of it before she lit a gas burner and then I got to extinguish it. We repeated it with all 4 and I was able to put out the whole flame ring on each. We made sure the gas was off when we were done playing I was still quite full though, so I tensed up and blocked my hole with a finger, hopped off, and opened oven door. I can just barely pee standing if I have something to lean against, so my sister helped me out. I was able to douse the inside really well with her directing my piss. She wiped me with her hand and licked her fingers clean. However, that was when we noticed our older sister had disappeared. We looked around, but my younger sister actually heard the hiss of our sister’s flow through a door at the back of the kitchen. As it turns out there was a second entrance to an office at the back. She had completely removed her shoes and pants (she goes commando) and was on this big desk launching pee all over the flat screen monitor and keyboard/mouse. We both came over and she, with our help to balance, turned to face the chair without stopping. I said I had an idea, so we moved the chair being careful not to get in the flow. Then my sister and I lifted our peeing sister off the desk and walked her around the room to spray anything we wanted like a squirt gun. We drenched a shelf of awards, a sofa, there was a suit jacket on a hall tree that got rained over, we carried her back to the desk and made a small lake that turned into a water fall as it dripped over the edge, and finally we just let the rest go on the carpet. We set her on her feet and she got dressed, before we headed back to our seats. Mom asked why it took so long and we said the toilet only had two stalls (that is true, we checked) and we were all clear. There was more, but that happened at the reception. If you are interested in hearing about us doing a simultaneous pee, just give this post some love. I think I'll let one my sisters write it, but only IF we get enough feedback. ;P