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“Okay, you have to tell us more,” Jennifer begged. We were working our way through another round of drinks when she said this, and she nearly spilled her drink with excitement. Tara laughed. “Well, what do you want me to tell?” “Anything,” Jennifer said, “about you and Danielle. What else did you do?” “Well,” Jennifer said, “I can tell you about this little ladies night thing, kind of like what we’re doing right now. When I say little, I mean it was like five of us. It was about a month after our night in the dorm room and by this point, as I said, we had become more adventurous with our peeing experiences. The fun started on the cab ride over to the party, though, when Danielle gave me a look and then scooted forward in her seat and slid the back of her skirt up. A few seconds later she was peeing through her panties and it was dribbling quietly over the edge of the seat and to the floorboard. I tried to hide my smile as I checked to make sure the driver was not wise to what was happening. But she didn’t seem worried at all and just smiled. “She had told me earlier that we were going to a little party at her friend Kiki’s house. There were no guys there, just some girls and some drinks. I remembered Kiki from our high school days when a bunch of them spent the night at my house and a game of Truth or Dare became a game to see who could hold their pee the longest. I did not win, by the way. I looked at Danielle and said, ‘Wait a minute, the same Kiki?’ Danielle laughed and any nervousness I felt about going to a party at some stranger’s house was gone now. “We pulled up to this nice two-story house, and I could already see people on the porch, a familiar-looking brunette with long, curly hair and a sporty-looking body, a thinner brunette with straight hair, and another brunette who was obviously older and a little more plus-sized but no less attractive. ‘That’s Kiki’s mom, Cheryl,’ Danielle said. ‘Don’t worry, she’s cool.’ I smiled, and I honestly could not stop looking at this woman who just seemed so classically beautiful, not knock-out hot but just so womanly. ‘Oh, there’s something else,’ Danielle said. ‘I figure I should tell you before you get surprised. Kiki and Cheryl are the ones who got me started with peeing.’” Not even waiting for a pause in Tara’s story, I parted my legs, sighed, and soaked the couch under me. I licked my lips as it swirled around my crotch and she continued. “I know my jaw dropped, but I was smiling, too. ‘So,’ I said, ‘you’re saying there might be some peeing at this girls’ night thing?’ Danielle just smiled at me. ‘I wouldn’t say “might be,”’ she said. I just smiled wider. “We hopped out of the car and right away the curly brunette ran from the porch and greeted Danielle with a big hug and then an unexpected kiss on the mouth. Danielle introduced me Kiki and I both hugged, remembering each other. Pretty soon we were being led onto the porch where I was introduced to Lara, who was the thinner girl, and of course Cheryl. I didn’t mean to stare, but I’m pretty sure I was. But she smiled and greeted me, and I did my best to smile back. “’So,’ Kiki said, ‘did she already tell you?’ I smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘and trust me, I’m totally okay with it.’ And to prove it, I stood right there on their porch and soaked my panties.” “Oh my god,” Jennifer said. “You just pissed yourself on a stranger’s porch?” Jennifer was squirming again, and I knew she was holding her pee until she was ready to burst. I also knew she would probably have another orgasm when she did. “Well, they weren’t all strangers. I knew Kiki and Danielle.” “Yeah, but the other two…” “I think that’s why I did it,” Tara said. “Especially Kiki’s mom, Cheryl. She was just looking at me, smiling, and when I let go I could tell she was pleased.” “Tell us more!” Jennifer said. Tara and I laughed at her childlike eagerness. “Well, they all watched me soak my panties and let it dribble down my legs and Lara said, ‘Yep, she’s one of us.’ And we all had a good laugh at that until Cheryl led us inside. It was a nice house, but I smiled when the first thing I noticed was dark furniture, a couch and loveseat obviously vinyl, and dark carpet. Cheryl told me I could take my wet panties off if I wanted and she could wash them, or I could leave them on. I slid them off and was surprised when she just grabbed them like they were her own and walked down the hallway. ‘Make yourself at home,’ Kiki said and pointed to the furniture. “I sat on the couch at the far left end and Danielle sat in the middle next to me with Lara to her right. Kiki sat in the recliner, leaving the empty loveseat for Cheryl. We started talking and reminiscing about our days on the swim team, about how Danielle and I had lucked into becoming roommates in college, about Kiki going to beauty school. Pretty soon Cheryl was back with drinks and food. She had some wine coolers and a tray of cheese and crackers and some vegetables. She sat them on the coffee table and took her place on the loveseat. We munched and talked some more, and I looked over and saw Cheryl sitting up in her seat. ‘Excuse me, girls,’ she said, and we watched her as she unsnapped her jeans, pulled them and her panties down, and sat back into the loveseat. A few seconds later we could hear a hissing sound as she started peeing right into her seat. I watched it dribble out of her and sort of swirl around at her crotch, because the couch was vinyl so it wasn’t going to absorb or anything, but she just sat there and kept pissing, making her puddle bigger until it started dripping over the front and onto the carpet.” “Okay, I’m going to, OHhhhh!” Jennifer screamed, and sure enough a loud, splashing torrent of warm pee flowed out of her and soaked the couch cushion under her. She gasped and scooted back, still blasting the cushion with a steady stream that sprayed her thighs and the couch. I was not surprised when she reached her hand down and touched her vagina, not caring that she was still peeing all over her fingers. I could feel some of it splashing on my bare legs, and I could not help but feel my own pussy getting wet. Tara did not continue talking but was also watching Jennifer. To our surprise, she stood up and came over to Jennifer. Without hesitation, she knelt down right between Jennifer’s knees and allowed her warm pee to spray all over her breasts. Then her lips were on Jennifer’s, who did not stop her and who was still peeing against Tara’s stomach now. I couldn’t help myself any longer and sat back, spread my legs, and started rubbing my clit. Tara saw me and stood up, her breasts and tummy dripping with shiny pee. We all three seemed to be caught up in the mood of her story and everything that had happened so far. “Let me help you with that,” she said. She stepped closer and I watched as she spread her pussy lips. “Keep rubbing,” she said. I obeyed and she sighed as her warm pee squirted out and splashed first my legs and then up to my vagina. I couldn’t hold back a scream as I rubbed harder, feeling her hot stream against my clit and dripping down between my legs. I could see Jennifer kneeling beside me now, with one hand buried between her legs and another reaching out to caress Tara’s ass. When Tara’s flow finally stopped, she knelt down on the floor in front of me. “Let’s masturbate each other,” she said. I took my hand away and looked at Jennifer, who also took her own hand away and scooted closer to me. I reached over and placed my hand between Jennifer’s legs. She did the same for Tara, who already had her hand caressing my vagina. “I have to pee again,” I said. “Go ahead,” Tara said, but she did not stop rubbing. I threw my head back in ecstasy as I let go. The combined feeling of my warm pee dribbling out of me and Tara’s fingers slipping in and out of my vagina and around my clitoris was enough to bring my orgasm hard and fast. I started panting and could hear Jennifer moaning and breathing more heavily. I opened my eyes and looked at Tara, who was still kneeling on the floor, eyes closed and head thrown back as Jennifer rubbed harder and faster. Tara moaned and I could see a clear dribble of pee flowing out of her, all over Jennifer’s and, and to the carpet. This must have set her off because she rubbed me harder, and I gasped and started rubbing Jennifer harder, until my climax came and I threw my head back again, screaming and moaning. Jennifer and Tara joined me. I slumped back into the couch, panting as the last dribbles of my pee warmed the couch again. Tara lay on me, her head on my breasts, and Jennifer slumped onto my right shoulder. “And the night still isn’t over yet,” Tara said. "I need to finish my story."
It was typical of Tamsin to skip out of supervising the builders, again, to go fucking - sorry, exercising. But Tamara didn't see it as a chore to take time off in order to stare at sweaty men all day. Plus today was The Day as the finishing touches were to be completed by about lunch. Leaving her the entire afternoon to play by, or rather with, herself. The couple had made the decision to convert the study into a playroom because when they did work from home it was inevitably curled up on the living room couch. Six months of planning whilst nuzzled in bed together had gone into today - which inevitably lead to other kinds of nuzzling before breathlessly cumming in each other's arms. Having fed the crew and hustled them out under several knowing leers Tamara now stood before The Door. Her nipples had been so hard all morning - something else not unnoticed judging by the hot stares of the workmen, which didn't help her obvious arousal. Now her generous boobs were aching from being ignored and she had to forcibly stop her hand from teasing them... she wanted to see their creation first. She opened the door... The floor had been sunken, and padded, and heated. It was basically one giant shower cubicle with a bench along the opposite wall. But the focus of the space was a raised circular knee-high platform in the centre which had a shallow bowl as its top surface. One entire wall was a mirror and touch display with several pairs of small cameras behind it. The opposite wall had a 100 inch LED screen that could show the live view from any of the cameras while recording everything in glorious 3D for later. Tamara slowly removed her thick socks and gently stepped down to the warm, rubber coated memory foam and sighed as it moulded around her toes. Reality was way better than their fantasy ever was. She fired up the cameras and looked around herself with a wicked smile. Where to begin? She swayed over to the bowl and watched herself as she knelt in the centre. Her hands slowly gliding up her waist to grip her needy tits in both hands and squeeze them firmly. They gratefully sent a zing straight to her pussy which had been steadily leaking juices into her tight rubber panties all morning. Now she was alone she finally allowed a small burst of piss to escape her. It swirled around a little with the involuntary rolling of her hips before leaking out around her firm arse cheeks to darken her pale blue leggings with warmth. Another, longer burst ballooned the front of her crotch and caressed her pussy-lips. Her left hand pushed the bulge back down and her thighs mysteriously became wet. She looked down and admired the puddle between her knees before laying fully out and slowly lowering her breasts as they strained the front of her tee-shirt into her liquid. The very instant her nipples touched the surface her puss twitched, drawing a small squeak from her. She dipped her head and slurped up a small taste. Making sure to gaze directly into one of the lenses as she did so. This was a performance for her wife, after all. Rolling over a few times and moving her hands all over her body ensured that her clothes mopped up as much as possible. Tamara then gracefully stood and slowly pirouetted before peeling her now sodden clothes from her figure as sexily as she could. All the time imagining the look on her wife's face when she showed her the recording. Now with nothing but the rubber boy-shorts to go she leaned forward and shook her tits for the camera before straightening and filling her pants again with more pee. Turning round to present her curvy bum she bent over and grabbed her ankles, the motion forcing the fresh piss out and down the back of her thighs to make a new puddle. Sliding her hands back up her legs she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and ever so slowly drew the black panties down to her feet and daintily stepped out of them. Turning again to face her reflection Tamara admired the way her dark, wet curls clung to her impressive, gravity defying rack. No silicone here. She pinched and rolled their tips as she pissed herself again holding her knees tight together. Sinking down to sit in her collected fluid she gathered some in cupped hands and poured it over her head, her face and both breasts before drinking again and savouring her unique flavour, wishing it was Tamsin's. Lying back Tamara raised her feet in the air and parted her legs, opening herself fully in order to display her charms. Her hands glided inwards up and down her wet thighs, teasing herself some more. When finally her fingers met she separated her lips and forced the last of her bladder out, arcing through the air to splatter the mirror first before angling her hips up to direct the stream over her face and into her mouth. Her head was spinning from the taste and the need to cum hard so she wasted no more time and began masturbating herself furiously with one hand while her other hand rubbed, pulled and squeezed her boobs roughly. The only sound was her heaving gasps and the lapping of piss against her rhythmically quaking butt cheeks as her fingers flew in and out of her quivering cunt faster and faster. Her pussy lube was flowing freely now and dripping down to mix an exotic cocktail with her sunshine yellow urine. She was so close, closer, and now on the very crest of a porno worthy finish when the door opened to reveal.....
Tamsin was getting a bit bored with her gym session by now. She'd been working hard while checking out the firm bodies of the sweaty boys. Not to mention quite a few of the other girls as well. She paused to take a big gulp from her water bottle. And to stare quite openly at the wildly flopping crotch of the man on the treadmill facing her, telling her that he wasn't wearing any pants under his gym shorts. Now, it’s true you need to drink a lot during exercise but nobody ever seemed to notice that she always drank far more than necessary. All of the eye candy, coupled with her wonderfully dirty imagination had made her pussy so wet that she was starting to slide around in her panties as she moved, and the extra water meant that the full feeling in her bladder she’d been enjoying for the last twenty minutes was beginning to crest. She wouldn't be able to hold on for that much longer so she finished her current set and walked out to the changing rooms. She forced herself to slow down her step and, keeping her legs tight together, savoured the sensation of her slipperiness. She stopped at the mirrored wall of the gym and briefly admired the perky figure honed by these twice-weekly sessions reflecting back to her before she almost flooded the floor with her pent up pee. She just about managed to control herself and only lost a few drips to her panties then, when she was certain she’d make it, continued out. Once safely secluded within one of the cubicles Tamsin rubbed the palm of her hand over her crotch, moving her Lycra shorts in small circles designed to spread her cream further out from its source. She was so horny by this point that the motion instantly hardened her nipples. So her other hand grazed over them, triggering her first orgasm and causing her to slide down the wall in delicious convulsions. Once she’d calmed down, enjoying the aftershocks as she gently kneaded her modest breasts; she crossed her legs and finally succumbed to her body’s demands to release some of her now insistent piss. It pooled in her crotch and before she could control her flow, some escaped by following the waistband of her tight lacy panties to flow over her hips and under her bum. She reverently dipped two fingers into her makeshift urinal font and wiped them over her face, returning twice more to scoop some over each of her boobs in turn and then finished by slurping some from the palm of her hand. She was ready to cum again from the slightly sweet flavour of her own pee but forced herself to wait. She opened her thighs and luxuriated in the feeling of it trickling over her pussylips, adding a bit more at a time, having fun trying to stop herself until the piddle puddle on the floor was big enough to roll around in for a short while. Then she got somewhat unsteadily to her feet, massaged her pissy clothes all over herself before finally stripping off, and ever so slowly peeled her sodden knickers from her firm bottom. She wrung everything out over herself, watching her yellow fluid dripping from the tips of her still hard nipples and landing on her stomach to flow through her untamed bush. Then she balled up her gear and sealed it all up in a plastic bag for laundering when she got home. Following a fast rinse under the shower Tamsin dressed in her one size too small swimsuit to have some more fun in the centre’s pool. She hadn’t dried herself and so couldn’t resist releasing another warm spurt into her suit while it wouldn’t be noticed which, because it was so tight over her crotch, went up into her bush before trickling in rivulets down the inside of her long legs and covering her bare toes. She wiggled them, splashing her piss over her feet before leaving to lock up her gym bag, gulp down the second half of her water bottle to ‘top off her tank’ and head out, leaving wet footprints behind her. With her eyes half-lidded and a sway to her step she made a slow circuit of the pool area, taking in the views and making certain everyone got a good look at her body. Stopping by the deep end, she dove into the water and swam a few laps. She liked to use more than one style but it pleased her to finish with the breaststroke because of the name. Slightly out of breath, she stopped by the edge and lay back against it, her tits far enough out of the water that the wave action repeatedly splashed over and excited her nipples. Looking around, trying to decide whom she would fuck today she lazily scissored her legs, which gently stimulated her hungry clit and pushed her a little closer to her next orgasm. She peed again, into the water, exited by the thought of sharing her liquid with all the men and women around her. Then she spotted him. He wasn’t much to look at, a teenager still growing out of his baby fat. However, she could see the man he would become starting to develop. What made her breath hitch with lust were the drips falling from his shorts as he entered from the changing rooms whilst the rest of him was suspiciously dry! He walked down the steps into the water and began to swim. She surreptitiously adjusted her suit to one side of her puss, pushed off, and set herself on a deliberate collision course. They were approaching each other at a slight angle and she sped up her stroke so that the oblivious teen swung his arm up, over and the palm of his hand landed smack across her partially exposed arse cheek. Perfect! He exploded out of the water in panic, apologising profusely while she calmly took in his features. Eighteen would be her guess – ‘young, dumb and full of cum’ as they say. She smiled disarmingly as she steadied him in the water. “No harm done, entirely my fault.” She admitted. “Did you enjoy it?” “Enjoy what? Accidentally groping you?” She grinned at that. This one was going to be fun. “Well, that too. No, I meant your…” She searched for the right way to put it. “…pre-soaked trunks.” His eyes widened in shock at his being caught out and he stammered a denial. Tamsin shushed him by putting a finger to his lips, taking his hand in hers, and holding it between her thighs. Shock turned to astonishment as he felt first her naked pussy and then the temperature of the water around his hand increase while she leant towards his ear and whispered. ”I like doing it too. I’m Tamsin. Would you like to fuck me?” She gently nipped his earlobe and continued. “I’d love to taste your piss.” She squeezed his growing cock through his trunks, and then her hand snaked past his waistband and began to stroke him firmly. Her nails grazed his heavy balls on each down stroke as her hand sped up. “Does that feel nice?” She asked, pushing down his foreskin to tickle the tip. All he could do was nod as she coaxed him to the edge with long practiced ease. Just as he began to twitch in her palm the highly qualified cock-hound paused in her ministrations and looked around – nobody was paying them the slightest attention. She locked eyes with her current prey and told him, “I’d better finish you off before we go, there’s no way we’ll make it out of here with that weapon stretching out your trunks.” She sighed as if put out by her turning him on, “Keep a lookout.” With that admonition, she took a deep breath, making her breasts strain out against the confines of her swimsuit and vanished beneath the surface. In the same motion, she pulled his trunks down, releasing his cock to bob in the water to the rapid beat of his pulse and swallowed the entire length before retreating until only his swollen bell-end was still in her mouth. Her hand firmly tugged and massaged his ball sack while she sucked hard. She wasn’t under for very long before she received four long squirts of thick, creamy cum. She managed to swallow most of it but some escaped her lips to drift in the water before falling captive to the shoulder-length blonde hair surrounding her head like a nimbus. “That was lovely,” she gasped as she came up for air. “I’ve never tasted cum like yours before. I think I’ll keep you.” “P-pineapples,” was all he could manage. “I read somewhere it can improve the flavour, so…” he shrugged. “Well, it works.” She replied as she palmed his buttocks, stroking and squeezing them rhythmically. His arms were around her by now as well, pulling their bodies together and crushing her chest against his. His fingers traced designs up and down her spine making her shiver delightedly in his embrace. There was just the one problem – he wasn’t going soft. It was probably her own fault, she mused. Because they were so close together, his dick was between her legs and she was rubbing her swollen clit along it unconsciously. So she made a decision. She swung her hips back and wriggled a bit until she’d lined him up correctly, then pushed forward slowly in order to savour his girth until she came to a halt when her pleasantly stretched out pussylips reached his balls. She pulled up his trunks so what they were up to wasn’t so obvious and said, “Come on big boy, you know what to do.” He began to thrust gently inside her deliberately tight crevice; she made a point to exercise all her muscle groups. He was half-scared his luck would run out and she’d change her mind. She drew in a gasp of sudden pleasure but stopped him. He looked crestfallen and made to withdraw but she gripped him with her pussy, stopping him again and pulled his full length back into her. She kissed him then – softly, and spoke again. “You misunderstand; first I want you to fill me up some more. You know… like this.” He felt his balls get hot and a sudden current tickle his pubes as she peed on him again. He got the message and released his own piss deep inside her. She kissed him again much harder now and when she was full of his golden liquid, she began to fuck him, creating a faint yellow cloud around their hips as, trying to keep quiet; they rode their second orgasm together. She held him in until his penis finally stopped twitching, signalling that his balls had finished emptying themselves again and slid herself off him when he finally softened. She tucked him back inside his trunks and swam away. He watched her go, marvelling at his good fortune at getting off with such a hot, older woman when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. She beckoned him over and admonished him, “What made you think I was finished with you? We haven’t drunk from each other yet. And you’ve got to eat your cum out of me. Come along now.” She snuck him into the women’s changing rooms and shoved him inside one of the cubicles. She leant back against one wall, peeled her costume down to her tiny waist, and her tits bounced free. His eyes widened as he stared at them and she grinned at the power they still had to mesmerise. She directed his hands to her chest and spoke only one word – “Kneel.” With his arms up as if in surrender and her bullet-hard nipples poking into his palms, his face was level with her crotch. Her hands on the back of his head pulled him into her and he began chewing on her steaming hot twat through the cloth. She quickly pulled her suit off entirely before thrusting her furry pussy back on his face. He stuck his tongue as far as he could past her lips and sucked hard on her clit, which made her legs tighten around his head, and she squealed as she squirted a little in his mouth, followed by a longer squirt of her wee. He slurped both up hungrily as she shook. “Stop,” she commanded and pushed his head away from her crotch. “It’s my turn.” They switched places and she knelt reverently at his feet. His length was hard again and twitching over her upturned face. Even though he now had the superior position, they both knew who was in control here. “I’m thirsty,” she pouted. “Do you have anything for me to drink?” He moaned and the tip of his cock began to dribble over her forehead, she quickly leaned back so his flow fell across her tongue instead. Each time her mouth filled up with piss she swallowed, and each gulp meant he was spraying over her chin, down her neck and over her breasts before splashing on her thighs where her hands rubbed his golden nectar all over her body. Once he’d finished, Tamsin was a glistening vision below him. Moreover, when her warm, pissy mouth slowly inhaled his wet cock it only took her a few hard sucks before he gave her something else to drink. With a drip of pineapple flavoured cum sliding down her chin she rose to her feet and, closing the distance so their wet naked bodies were touching she gently kissed him, feeding back some of his issue before swallowing again. Then she turned the shower on for them both and he rinsed his trunks before she threw him out of the cubicle. As he left to get dressed himself, he asked tentatively if he could see her again sometime. To which she replied, “I expect you to be here tomorrow at noon. My wife and I will be hungry for a pineapple lunch.”
Denise felt like a new woman after her and Starla finished their afternoon at the spa, and not just because of the hot tub, the massages and the facials, but because of her new brazen attitude towards wetting herself without caring. After peeing during her massage and soaking her chair and floor during her facial, combined with pissing herself at the movie theater and on a train in front of a mother and daughter, there was no turning back. Emboldened by Starla's own shameless wettings, Denise was looking forward to what the rest of their time together as roomates might look like. She didn't have to wait long. As soon as they sat in Starla's car, Starla smiled and adjusted her skirt. Denise could hear a soft hissing. She looked down and saw a small stream dribbling through the gusset of Starla's flowery panties. "Sorry," Starla said. Denise laughed, as if any apology was needed. "Wanted to pee before we left." A puddle was forming on the seat cover, making a burbling sound. Starla reached down and slid her panties aside and let out a moan as the stream grew and splashed loudly into the puddle. "Ohh, it's getting my skirt wet." She sounded more aroused than bothered by this. "Ohh, I don't care." Her flow finally weakened to a tinkling dribble and Starla put her keys in the ignition and started the car. She didn't make any effort to clean the puddle, but instead sat up and pulled her skirt back down, no doubt enjoying the warmth as it soaked into her skirt. Starla smiled and put the car in reverse. Ten minutes on the road and Denise was feeling her bladder fill again. She held it, though, as Starla started talking. "So, tell me your hottest pee fantasy." Denise coughed. "Well...I'm kind of new to this thing, so..." "Give it a shot." "I guess I would like to live somewhere where I could pee anytime and anywhere and not have to worry about a mess or being embarrassed." "Yessss!" Starla said. "Like be a rich girl and have servants who clean up after you." "Yeah. So I could wake up, let it all go in my bed and make a huge mess on my mattress and not have to worry about it. Or I just walk around my house and pee whenever I feel like it, soaking the carpet, my couch, my bathroom and kitchen floor, and someone would come up and clean everything." "And," Starla said, "like when you're out in public and you just let it go in your pants and no one says anything. It's like they don't notice or they don't care." "Yeah," Denise said, squirming. She sat up to adjust her skirt and Starla smiled. "Well, my fantasy is to have a pee party. Like a house full of people who are into peeing, to not have to worry about the mess, and just let loose wherever and whenever, on furniture, on the carpets, on each other." Denise blushed, but not because she was embarrassed. She was imagining a party where she and some other girls and guys are walking around their apartment, fully nude, peeing anywhere they felt the need. She pictured herself kneeling on the carpet, a dribble of pee escaping to the floor, as a hot brunette guy empties his own bladder all over her chest. She had seen it in videos, but never in real life. She was also blushing because the pressure was becoming too much Denise reached under her skirt and slid her panties off, dropping them into the floor. She grinned at Starla as she parted her legs a little and rested her arms at her sides. It only took a few seconds for a tiny dribble to tickle her slit and then grow to a trickle. Denise sighed and the trickle grew to a hiss as a steady stream splashed messily from her, sprayed her thighs and pooled between her legs. Like Starla, she relished in the warm feel of her pee as it soaked her bottom. It was over soon, though, but she wasn't finished. Denise reached down and touched her labia gently, rubbing her wet fingers against her clitoris. It only took a few soft strokes before she was moaning and moving her hips to meet her hand. She sighed and slumped into her seat, smiling widely. "Damn, girl," Starla said. "My story get you hot?" she asked. Denise nodded. "We're going to have to get you to a pee party, then." She chuckled. When they got home, Starla unlocked the door to the apartment. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Starla stood still and sighed, emptying her bladder into her panties and all over the tile floor. Denise watched her as Starla shut the door with her back and leaned against it. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a messy stream in front of her, then stroked her slit, splashing warm pee all over her fingers. She thrust a few fingers inside her vagina and cried out as she climaxed, still squirting a soft flow of pee as she did. Her knees must have weakened because she sat down, ignoring the warm puddle under her. "Yeah," Starla said, "we're gonna find a pee party."