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  1. Wetting Japanese ladies. https://javshare.pro/tube/421321/日本デニムwettings-4.html
  2. Author's Note: This is a new series that I have been working on that will take place in a fictional mountain town. Hope you enjoy it. It was a warm and sunny Sunday in the beginning of spring as three college students were making their way to Woodland Springs-a mountain town famous for its hot springs-for spring break. Driving the car was a twenty-one-year-old female named Vanessa. She was president of her university’s student council and well-liked by professors and students alike. Her brains and beauty had earned her the distinction of being the most sought-after girl on campus. Sitting in the passenger seat was twenty-year-old Daphne, who was the student council’s event chairperson. Daphne was outgoing, athletic, and for better or worse, had a tendency to speak her mind. She was also very much a tomboy, never one to be told what she could and couldn’t do because of her gender. In the backseat behind Vanessa was Daphne’s younger twin sister Misty, the vice president of the student council. Misty was a bit of a bookworm, extremely shy, and rarely ever complained or asked for help as she did not like inconveniencing people. However, Misty was also extremely beautiful, so much so that her sister Daphne had to protect her from guys who might take advantage of her shyness. While Misty certainly had a large pool of men from which to choose from, she wasn’t interested in any of them. Rather the one who had stolen her heart was none other than Vanessa. Of course being the type of girl she was, Misty found herself unable to confess her feelings and had thus opted to join the student council so as to be close to the one she loved. Daphne had merely joined the student council to keep an eye on her sister. As usual, Misty appeared to have her nose in a book, although in reality her mind was elsewhere. As she stared blankly at the pages in front of her, she thought about what had led to this little vacation. It had been the Monday before spring break was to begin, when Vanessa had first proposed the idea of heading out of town for a hot springs vacation. Vanessa had had the good fortune of winning a free weeklong trip to Woodland Springs and had offered to take Misty along with her. The original plan was that the two girls would go alone, but that changed the moment that Daphne caught wind of it. Daphne, being the overprotective sister that she was, had told Vanessa that she wouldn’t let Misty go unless she could go as well. Despite Misty’s objections, Vanessa accepted Daphne’s terms and allowed her to come along. Misty couldn’t help but sigh as she thought about the missed opportunities she could have had by being alone with Vanessa. “Stupid overprotective sister,” she mumbled to herself. “I heard that,” said Daphne as she looked back at her sister. “How can you expect to have any fun if you spend all your time pouting?” “I’m not pouting,” replied Misty, “I just don’t see why you felt the need to butt in on our plans.” “Settle down you two,” said Vanessa. “This is supposed to be a fun little getaway. Let’s just relax and try to make the best of it.” Despite her calm tone, Vanessa was fairly pissed. The truth was that Vanessa was attracted to Misty and had wanted to use the time alone together to try and start a relationship with her. Vanessa had gone to great lengths to keep her feeling for Misty a secret, and yet Daphne had somehow figured out not only her secret but her true intentions for the trip as well. In fact, Daphne and secretly threatened to tell the whole student body unless Vanessa took her along as well. She didn’t know exactly why Daphne despised her, but right now the feeling was pretty much mutual. “How long until we get to the next town?” asked Daphne. She was crossing her legs just a bit. They had been in the car for roughly four hours and she had drank about three 16oz. bottles of water from the cooler they had on the floor near the backseat. “With how bad the traffic is, I’d say maybe another hour, possibly more,” replied Vanessa as she stared at the mountain road ahead of her. “Why do you want to know? Do you need to stretch your legs or something?” “No. If it’s going to take that long can you please pull over to the side of the road? I really need to take a piss,” replied Daphne, not really caring about how unfeminine she sounded. Misty who was drinking from her fourth bottle of water did a spit take that splashed all over the back of Vanessa’s neck. “Daphne! The road is packed with cars. People will see you. Don’t you have any shame?” “Who cares. Guys pull over to the side of the road to take a leak when traffic is bad all the time. What’s the difference?” asked Daphne. “The difference is that you’re a girl. Maybe you should start acting like one,” Misty retorted. “Both of you shut up,” ordered Vanessa as she used one hand to steer the vehicle and her other hand to wipe the combination of water and spit off her neck with a napkin. She then turned to Daphne and said, “If you really need to go that bad, then I’ll pull the car over. Just don’t complain about people laughing and staring at you.” “I won’t,” promised Daphne as she mockingly ran her fingers in the shape of a cross above her heart. “Alright then, I’m pulling over.” And with that, Vanessa pulled over. As she put the car in park, Daphne got out of the car. Misty unbuckled her seatbelt, moved over to the passenger side of the car, and unrolled the window. At this point she was curious to see whether her sister would really do it or not. Looking out the window, Misty saw that beneath them was dirt and gravel dotted with a few patches of weeds. Both girls then watched as Daphne unbuckled her pants and pulled them down just below her shins. Daphne then grabbed her panties and did the same thing. She then spread her legs, leaned back while thrusting her hips forward, and placed one hand on the roof of the car while using the other hand to spread her labia. Vanessa and Misty both watched in disbelief as a torrent of golden water spewed forth from between Daphne’s legs, landing in a foamy pool in the dirt some four feet the way. “Ohhhhh god, this feels sooo goood,” moaned Daphne. As she turned her head back towards the car, she saw both girls staring at her and could tell that they were both starting to squirm a bit. “Why don’t you two come out and join me? You’ll feel a lot better.” “Thanks, but no thanks,” replied Misty. “Unlike you, I actually have a bit of decency. I’ll wait until we get to the next town.” “Suit yourself,” said Daphne as she turned her head back to what she was doing. All the while cars were slowing down a bit just to catch a glimpse of the unusual sight. “Hey Misty, can you do me a favor?” asked Vanessa as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “What do you need?” “Can you hand me one of those empty water bottles on the floor?” “Here you go,” said Misty as she handed her an empty bottle. “What do you need it for?” “Hey Misty, please don’t think any less of me for what I’m about to do.” Misty watched as Vanessa lifted herself up off the seat just enough that she could reach underneath her skirt and pull her panties down. Vanessa then removed the bottle cap and placed the bottle underneath her skirt and pressed it up against her pussy. Within seconds, the sound of water splashing against plastic filled the car. “This does feel good,” mumbled Vanessa as she released the yellow flood she had been holding in for the past two hours. She then turned her head towards Misty who by this point was staring at her in utter shock. “You sister is right you know. If you have to go you should probably do it now. Just use one of the empty bottles in the back…” There was a split-second pause. “OH SHIT! The bottle’s almost full and I can’t seem to pinch of my stream. Misty, I need you to grab another bottle and climb into the passenger’s seat. Hurry, there’s not much time.” Misty quickly grabbed a bottle, exited the car, and swung open the passenger side door, almost whacking her sister in the process. She then kneeled over on the seat to hand the empty bottle to Vanessa. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can cut my stream off long enough to make the switch myself, you’ll need to help me. Just lift up my skirt and make the switch as quickly as you can. Please, you’re the only one I would trust to do this.” “Alright,” replied Misty as she grabbed Vanessa’s skirt and lifted it up. As she looked down, she saw that sure enough the bottle was nearly full. With one hand clenching the empty bottle, she prepped her other hand to receive the piss filled bottle. Misty only had a couple seconds to make the swap and as she exchanged the bottles, a little bit of piss spilt out of the bottle and onto her hand, but other than that small mishap, the switch went perfectly. Once Misty had the bottle of piss in her hand, she stated, “I’ll go dump this out.” She carefully backed herself out of the car, almost bumping into Daphne who by this point in time was wiping the last few drops off her legs with a napkin. As Daphne pulled up her pants and turned around, she noticed the bottle. “Is that apple juice?” she asked looking at the liquid inside the bottle. “If it is can I have some?” Before Misty could stop her, Daphne snatched the bottle away from her and took a swig. “Ewww, this is disgusting. What sort of apple juice is this?” “That’s my pee your drinking, dumbass,” yelled Vanessa as her stream petered out into drops before ceasing all together. “Shit,” screamed Daphne as she dropped the bottle, its contents spilling on the ground. “Why didn’t you stop me?” she cried as she began spitting on the ground. “Because you snatched it out of my hand before I could stop you. If you ask me you had it coming,” chuckled Misty. Misty then leaned back in the car and grabbed the second bottle from Vanessa. This one was about half-full. As Misty turned to face Daphne, she held out the bottle and teased, “Would you like to sample this one too?” “Sure,” said Daphne as she grabbed the bottle, took a swig from it, and then dumped it on the ground. Misty looked at her sister in disbelief. “You know I was only…,” but before she could finish her sentence, Daphne grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. As Daphne kissed her sister, she forced the swig she had taken from the bottle into Misty’s mouth before quickly pulling away. The incident happened so fast that Misty was unable to spit it out and ended up swallowing it. “Oh my god! You’re fucking disgusting,” she gagged. “And now you know how I felt,” replied Daphne as she spat on the ground once again. “Now we’re even.” Daphne then leaned next to Misty and whispered into her ear, “By the way, if it was your piss in those bottles I would have gladly drank every last drop.” “You’re a freak,” muttered Misty as she stepped back, still gagging on the aftertaste. “I was only kidding,” teased Daphne as she got back into the car. “Now let’s get this show on the road.” “Fine,” said Misty as she hopped into the backseat once more. And with that, the group was once again on the road. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Forty minutes passed and the group had hardly made any progress. Both Daphne and Vanessa were doing okay because they had been able to relieve themselves, but Misty was now in desperation hell. Desperately holding her crotch, she leaned forward and asked, “How long until we get to the next town or gas station?” “Probably another thirty minutes or so. If we’re lucky,” replied Vanessa. “Would you like me to pull over?” “No, I’m okay. I can hold it a bit longer.” “Don’t lie,” said Daphne. “We’re twins so I can tell when you’re in pain. Just admit that you need to go so we can pull over. Hell, I’ll even grab a blanket and hold it up like a curtain if you need me to.” “I already told you, I am not going to pop a squat on the side of the road while people stare at me.” “Then why don’t you use a bottle like I did?” asked Vanessa. “I mean it should be easy since you’re wearing a skirt.” “I’m not doing that either, I can wai…..” but before Misty could finish the word, she felt a small warm spurt hit her panties. It seemed her sister must have sensed it as the next thing she said was, “You just pissed yourself a little, didn’t you?” Realizing that she could not get past her sister’s sixth sense, Misty nodded her head. “Look, there is one more thing we can try. Why don’t you just put on one of your adult diapers and use that?” “I don’t wear adult diapers,” denied Misty, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Maybe not during the day but you do at night.” “Is that true?” asked Vanessa. Daphne decided to speak up before Misty could deny it any further. “It’s very much true. Now don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t wear them because she’s incontinent, rather there is another reason she wears them.” “And what it that reason?” inquired Vanessa, her face becoming a bit red herself. “Daphne please don’t,” begged Misty, but it was too late. “Misty wear’s adult diapers at night because she is such a deep sleeper that she sometimes cannot wake up in time to go to the bathroom. It’s been that way since we were little kids.” “DAPHNE!!!” screamed Misty, tears of shame and embarrassment staining her cheeks. Misty couldn’t believe that her sister could so openly embarrass her in front of the woman she loved. Burying her face in her hands, she cried out, “How could you do this to me?” Suddenly Misty felt a hand grip her knee and give it a soft but reassuring squeeze. As she looked up she saw that the hand belonged to Vanessa. “Look Misty, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re not the only one who has that problem. In fact, I was in a similar situation until I was eighteen years old.” “Really?” asked Misty as she began rubbing the tears from her eyes. “Yes,” replied Vanessa. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. It is apparently obvious that there is no way that we can make it to a bathroom before you explode. That said, since you didn’t like the first two options, then we should probably go for the third. Honestly though I don’t care which one you pick, so long as you don’t wet the backseat of my car.” “I vote for the third option,” declared Daphne, “after all she would probably make a huge mess if she peed in a bottle.” “That’s probably true,” admitted Misty. “I guess I’ll use the diaper.” Misty then unbuckled her seat belt and reached back for her bag. She then unzipped the bag and pulled out one of the adult diapers she had so carefully tried to conceal. Misty then lifted up her skirt just enough so that she could remove her panties and replace them with the diaper. “All right. It’s on.” “Hold on a second,” ordered Vanessa. “Before you let loose, I want you to reach inside my bag, grab my swim towel and place it on the seat beneath you just in case there are any leaks.” “Got it,” said Misty as she did as she was told. A couple minutes later she was sitting on the towel, lifting her skirt above the diaper so as not to accidentally soil that as well. Minutes passed but nothing happened. The pain in her bladder became so bad that Misty resorted to pushing but still nothing came out. “What’s the hold up?” asked Daphne as she turned around. “I’m trying but it won’t come out,” whined Misty. Suddenly a sharp burst of pain slammed her bladder. Misty let out a bloodcurdling scream as she slumped forward, clenching onto her crotch for all she was worth. Misty’s scream almost caused Vanessa to lose control of the vehicle. As she corrected herself she yelled back, “Are you alright?” “It hurts. It hurts. It really hurts,” whined Misty, no longer able to straighten herself into a proper sitting position. “Just keep trying,” replied Vanessa who at this point was feeling utterly helpless. Then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Daphne was acting strangely. Turning her head slightly, Vanessa could see that Daphne was clutching her lower abdomen, tears beginning to roll down her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel it,” sobbed Daphne. “I can feel her pain through our twin link and its bad. If something doesn’t happen soon I think her bladder might burst.” Since she was not a twin herself, Vanessa didn’t know whether twins really had a link that allowed them to feel each other’s pain, but she could tell just by their reactions that the situation was serious. “Just hold on a little longer. I’m going to try to pull over.” It took a couple minutes for her to find a place to pull over, but the moment she did, she ordered Daphne to get into the backseat with Misty and hold her up in a sitting position. Daphne did as she was told. Vanessa then climbed into the backseat with them. She then lifted up Misty’s shirt and to her shock saw that her bladder was seriously bulging. “This is not good,” she said as got up and fished into one of the other bags for another towel. Vanessa then placed bunched up the second towel as much as she could and placed it under the diaper. Looking up at Daphne, Vanessa said, “I’m going to need you to hold onto her as tight you can. What I’m about to do is going to cause her serious pain.” Vanessa then proceeded to place her hand down in the diaper, right up against Misty’s bladder and using two fingers, began gently applying pressure. As Misty began screaming in pain, Daphne held onto her tightly and sang to her, “Let it go, let it go…,” but her singing was drowned out by Misty’s screams. Unable to take Misty’s screaming, Vanessa leaned in and before Daphne could stop her from doing so, planted a passionate kiss on Misty. The shock of Vanessa’s tongue passionately caressing her own, shocked Misty’s body enough that a spurt of urine came out. A second spurt came out seconds later, followed by another and then another until the dam finally burst, releasing a golden tsunami into the diaper. Misty’s body went limp as it finally began to relax. The moment that Vanessa pulled her lips away from Misty’s, she looked down and watched in utter amazement as the front of the diaper, which had been a pinkish white less than a minute earlier, was beginning to yellow. It was then that Vanessa felt the wet warmth running through her fingers. While she thought it was disgusting, she had to keep her hand down there to apply pressure. However, it soon started to feel good, so good in fact that Vanessa soon lost herself in thought. “Hey Vanessa, I’m all good now so could you please get your hand off my crotch?” asked Misty. Her question brought Vanessa back to reality. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she yanked her hand out of the diaper. By this time her hand, just like the diaper and rolled up towel, was completely soaked. “I think I have some paper towels and trash bags in the back, I’ll go get them.” She then exited the car and walked to the back. Just as she was getting ready to open the hatch, she stopped and looked at her piss stained hand. Without really thinking, she lifted her hand to her nose and inhaled deeply. While it reeked like ammonia, it also had a trace of a sweet smell. Unable to control herself, Vanessa put the back of her hand to her mouth and licked it. Her body shuddered in ecstasy. As she prepared for another lick, she was startled by a cough coming from a few feet away. Looking up from her hand, she saw that it was Daphne. “Wow, you truly are a freak,” said Daphne, her eyes staring daggers into Vanessa. “I’ve spent my entire life protecting my sister from freaks and perverts so I knew exactly what kind of person you were the moment I met you.” “I can’t deny that what I just did wasn’t perverted, but I am telling the truth when I say that I am not one of those creeps who would take advantage of her. I truly do love her, although you probably don’t believe me.” “Of course I believe you, but I still cannot allow you to be with her. You see she and I have been together even before we were even born. We have a bond that you could never hope to achieve, let alone understand.” “I know that,” replied Vanessa. “I’ve always known that. But I don’t care. The heart wants what the heart wants. I will make her mine one day with or without your blessing. If you’re with me good, if not, then you best stay out of my way or come at me with everything you’ve got.” Daphne burst out laughing. “You’ve got guts. I like that. But don’t think I’ll let you have my sister so easily.” She then opened the hatch, grabbed the paper towels and a trash bag and went to help her sister clean up. Vanessa was left alone outside the car once more. She looked down at her hand and clenched it. “If she wants a fight, then it’s a fight she’s going to get and I always fight to win.” Vanessa then gave her pee stained hand one more good lick before she got back in the car. To be Continued…
  3. wetwulf

    Girl's Night 8

    Not long after I settled into the warm bath water, the door opened, and Tara entered, still completely naked. She smiled when she saw me and winked, then walked over to the toilet, put the seat and lid down, and sat down. “So,” she said, still grinning, “how much did you see?” I could feel my face go red. “Most of it,” I said, “especially the tail end of it.” She giggled and rolled her eyes. “Did it get you off?” she asked. I hesitated but then nodded. “Good,” she said. “Does Alan know?” I asked. “Yeah, but it’s okay,” Tara said. “I think he thinks you literally just realized what we were doing and ran into the bathroom really quick. But I know you.” I blushed again and smiled. “You like to watch.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept smiling and looked down at my bath water. Tara looked down at the bathroom floor and saw the towel near the door. “Was that you?” she asked. I nodded again. “Well then,” she said, “I guess I might as well add to that.” She sat back on the toilet as she scooted the towel closer to her with her foot. Without bothering to get up and lift the lid and toilet seat, she opened her legs and started to spray a warm stream of pee all over the lid. It soaked the lid and then dribbled down over the edge to the floor. Some of it leaked over the rim and down into the bowl, but most of it dripped over the edge to the towel. As I watched her, I felt like I could pee a little more, so I just sighed and added warmth to my bath water. “Hey, I can see you’re enjoying your bath,” she said. “I am,” I said as I sighed and let go completely, feeling it swirl around my vagina. Her flow finally stopped, but warm pee was still dripping from the rim of the toilet as mine was easing to an end. “What have we done to ourselves?” she asked, still grinning. “I have no idea,” I said. “When you get out of there, let’s go back downstairs. Alan is getting some sleep, so we can still have some girls’ time.” “Sounds great,” I said. She stood up and left the bathroom, the remnants of her messy pee still all over the toilet seat and on the towel on the floor. I laughed as I finished washing off and got out quickly, wrapped a clean towel around myself, and went to join her and Jennifer back in the basement. When I got down there, Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress, laying on her back with the covers off. Tara was standing next to her. When she saw me, she put her finger to her lips and whispered, Shhhhhh. I smiled as I watched her kneel down and slide Jennifer’s panties aside as she touched her vulva. Jennifer groaned and moved just a bit. Tara and I both laughed silently as Tara continued to gently rub Jennifer. “Stop,” Jennifer mumbled, “I have to pee.” “Good morning,” Tara said, but she did not stop. Jennifer squirmed again, but she made no effort to move away or force Tara to stop. “Ohhh, that feels good, but… mmm… I’m seriously about to explode.” She spread her legs a little, allowing Tara to slip her fingers in just a little deeper. “Just tell me when,” Tara said. “Mmm hmm. Not much longer. Ohh… keep doing that.” Tara obeyed and slipped her fingers in just a little deeper, curving them and focusing on the upper part of Jennifer’s vulva. “Oh, god, that’s so good, ohhhh… mmm…” I watched her writhe and squirm as Tara stroked her vagina, and I couldn’t help but reach under my towel and start rubbing myself. “Ohhh, it’s coming, ohh, okay…” Tara took her hand away and right away a steady stream of pee flowed from Jennifer’s pussy and sprayed all over the crotch of her panties, her inner thighs, and the mattress. “Ohhh my god it’s so warm, ohhhh.” Jennifer reached down and pulled her labia apart as she continued to pee. “Oh, oh, OHHHHHHH!” and as she peed it was obvious that Jennifer climaxed, her eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. I slipped my own fingers into my vagina and gave my clit just a few strokes before I was going to my knees as I also had a small but satisfying climax. As I knelt there, I peed a little again, feeling it tickle the inside of my thigh and dribble onto the carpet under me. “So how much longer are you girls staying?” Tara asked. We laughed.
  4. wetwulf

    Girl's Night 7

    We finally decided to turn in for the night, and we had only been asleep for maybe an hour so when I was woken up by moaning. I sat up and looked around. Because of a nightlight that was plugged into the wall next to the basement steps, I could make out most of the room. I saw Tara just barely moving around on the couch. Her eyes were closed, so she must have been having a dream. I watched her as she lay still for a moment and then moaned again and moved just a little bit, then stopped again. Her lips were parted, and her breath was a mix of soft with small gasps when she moved. I watched curiously. “I jus…” she mumbled, and then moved and gasped again. “Oh, I can’t hold it.” Then I heard the unmistakable dribbling sound and could see the shiny sparkle of her pee as she sighed and soaked the couch cushion under her. “Mmm, I’m peeing,” she said, her eyes still closed. “Don’t stop, ohh, yes.” Her flow continued, and I watched as she peed full force, drenching the couch again. I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching Tara as she squirmed and moaned again while still dribbling pee into the couch. Still sitting up, I spread my legs just enough and reached under the covers to rub my slit. As Tara’s flow came to an end, I could already feel my orgasm getting closer. “That felt good,” Tara said, her eyes still closed. “You should do it, too.” I started trying to imagine what she must be dreaming about, and the image ran through my mind of her with another girl maybe licking her pussy or rubbing her as she peed. “Yeah, like that,” she said. I imagined the other girl knelt on all fours over Tara’s pussy, still licking but opening her own legs to let her pee fall freely to the floor. As my climax swept over me I let go of my bladder and sprayed a messy spray of pee all over my fingers, the blanket, and the mattress. I bit my lip to keep from screaming because I didn’t want to wake Tara or Jennifer as my warm flow soaked my legs and the mattress and crept under me and up my back. I finally finished and flopped back onto the mattress, enjoying the last few dribbles as they warmed my crotch and I drifted back to sleep. I was woken up again to the feeling of someone crawling onto the mattress next to me. I was startled at first until I realized it was Jennifer. She noticed she had woken me and smiled. “Sorry,” she said, rolling over onto her side to face me. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but can’t let you have all the fun.” In my grogginess I wasn’t sure what she meant until seconds later I heard a soft hissing sound. And then I could feel just light pricks of wetness as she peed and her warm pee splashed onto the mattress and all over her legs. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Scoot over here,” I said. I was surprised when she smiled, cut off her flow, and scooted closer to me, her knee and upper thigh touching my leg. Then she sighed and continued peeing, and I could really feel it now dribbling onto the mattress, splashing my leg and flowing around my butt and lower thigh. Then she surprised me again as I felt her finger gently caress my labia and then slip into my slit. “I might pee,” I said. She smiled and did not stop rubbing. I took that as a sign that she didn’t care, so I relaxed and let go. The sensation of her fingers gently caressing me and the warm dribble of my pee combined with her waning flow dripping from her crotch to the mattress was enough to have me moaning in no time until I was bucking my hips and biting my lips to hold back a scream. I looked over at her, and she was rubbing herself with her other hand, also, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. After we both finished, Jennifer made no effort to get up, and I didn’t make her. We were soon drifting off to sleep. I had an unexpected dream after that. I was back at the beach house at Hilton Head, and my mom was there, too, with Evan. In my dream, I’m standing out on the balcony, naked, spraying my pee off the deck when Evan steps up behind me. He grabs me gently by the shoulders and turns me around. I’m still peeing but down my legs now. Evan is also naked and fully erect. I see my mom behind him, smiling, naked as well. “It’s okay,” she says. Evan groans and a stream of hot pee sprays out of his big dick, all over my tummy, and dribbles down to join my own flow from my slit down my legs. Then he moves forward, and he is quickly inside of me. “He feels so good, doesn’t he?” my mom says. I only moan in reply, but I can see her behind him as she squats on the deck and blasts a strong stream of pee all over the wood, making a big stain and laughing as she watches us. Evan pulls out of me, turns me around, and enters me again from behind. “Go ahead and pee,” my mom says. “You know you want to.” I lean back into him and start peeing again, letting it dribble down my legs and his cock. He groans and I swear even though it’s a dream I can feel him just fill me up with his semen and I finally break my silence and call out. Which woke me up. I sat up and looked around the room. Sunlight was creeping from the upstairs to the bottom of the basement stairway. Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress next to me. I looked over at the couch where Tara had been, but it was empty. I could see now how badly she had soaked her couch. Only a few spots of the upper part resembled the original color. The rest was darkened by her many wettings. Confused by her absence, though, I tried to listen for any sounds upstairs, and I thought I heard moaning. I closed my eyes and shook my head thinking maybe it was my dream still hanging on, but when I opened them the sound continued. I stood up and Jennifer stirred a little as she rolled over on her stomach, but she did not wake up. I heard a hissing and burbling sound and knew she was wetting the mattress again. The moaning continued, and I walked to the steps to listen more closely. Right away I recognized the moaning as Tara’s, so I crept up the steps and into the upper room, which was the front room of her house. I still did not see her, but the sound was getting louder. I followed it, but quietly, until I could see down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was open and I could see Tara laying on her back on the floor and her husband between her legs, his ass on full display as he pounded her. They didn’t see me, even though I lingered and watched. I couldn’t help it as I felt my pussy getting wet again, just hearing her cries of pleasure and watching him hump her with such eagerness. He stopped, though, and moved beside her onto his back. She climbed onto him and reached down to guide him back into her, moaning again. Feeling bold, I took a few steps down the hallway. Tara’s back was to me, and her husband couldn’t seem me at all because she was blocking his view. So all I had to do was be quiet and they might never know I was there. Tara arched her back and leaned back onto her hands as she lifted her pelvis and rode him. He moaned, now, adding to her sounds of pleasure. Then she sat back up, placing her hands on his chest and raising her ass up and down slowly. Then she was saying something, and I couldn’t make it out perfectly, but it sounded like, “Do you want me to do it?” I heard his answer perfectly. “Yes,” he said. “Are you sure?” she asked. “My god, yes,” he said. “Okay,” she said. I crept a little closer to get a better look and snuck into the bathroom doorway. I peeked my head out and I watched as Tara lifted her butt just enough that I could see his penis beneath her, the tip of it still right at her vagina. Then she sighed and a clear flow of pee fell from between her legs and splashed all over his penis, testicles, and thighs and dribbled to the floor. “Ohhh, my god I’ve been holding that for so long. Ohhhh.” Her flow became a strong spray that I could see splashing messily from her slit and all over his stomach and groin. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back down onto him, even though she was still peeing. I touched my labia and slipped my fingers into my soaking slit as I watched them. I also realized I had not yet emptied my morning bladder, but I stood there and continued to watch them. This time she laid her entire body over him, still writhing her hips and ass. I could see his penis as he moved in and out of her, wet with her pee. He grabbed her ass and controlled her thrusts and soon they were both crying out “Oh, I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna come,” he yelled as he ejaculated into her and she screamed her pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, either, and I climaxed quietly and secretly as I watched them. I also couldn’t hold my bladder anymore, so I held my legs together and let it flow just as quietly as my orgasm, down my legs and to the tile floor under my feet. It pooled around me and I moaned again as I had another weaker but still pleasurable orgasm. I heard their bedroom door shut, so I shut the bathroom door, found a towel to soak up my mess on the floor, and decided to take a bath. I wondered if they had seen me. A part of me hoped they had.
  5. It was a wet rainy day and business was slow. I made the best of it
  6. Was 2 hours into a hold when I watched a wonderful vid on here, kindly posted, about Becky. As she peed in a most personal way, I needed to join her, and was mega turned on. First just peed my pjs, then put my favourite pee mug over my pjs and continued to pee, went on for about 3 minutes or so. Hope you like my offering !!
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  9. I had a secret that I wasn’t sharing with the ladies. It is true that since my pregnancy, my bladder isn’t what it used to be. It is also true that some of my accidents weren’t accidents, and it is definitely true that I enjoyed each of them, starting with the very first one. I was with my husband, shopping for baby items. I was close to full-term at this point, and so the pressure on my bladder was common. I had managed to mostly avoid accidents, but lately I was cutting it close. As we were walking through the store, I felt it coming as the baby moved. “Babe, I’ve got to pee,” I said. We weren’t close to the bathroom as I said this, and both me and my husband looked around to see how far we would have to walk. “It’s at the front of the store,” he said. “Can you make it?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I guess I’ll have to try.” He took me by the arm and led me towards the bathrooms while pushing our cart. I was close to telling him to just leave it because it was slowing us down, but it was already filled with stuff. We did our best to get to the front end of the store, but as we got closer I could feel the pressure growing. The baby moved again, and I gasped as a small spurt warmed the gusset of my panties just a little bit. “What?” my husband asked. “What’s wrong?” “I just peed a little,” I said. “We’ve got to hurry, or I’m going to piss all over the floor.” I quickened my steps as he continued to follow me and push the cart. We finally reached the front of the store, and just as I saw the bathroom doors I could also see a bright yellow chain across both bathrooms with signs that read “Closed for cleaning. Please use other restrooms.” I groaned and looked at my husband desperately. “What do we do now?” “Can you make it back to the other bathrooms in the back?” He asked. I started to answer, but another wave of pressure hit and I stood tall, squeezing my legs together. “No,” I said, “there’s no way. What am I going to do? I’m seriously about to move that chain and go in there anyway.” “You can’t do that, sweetie,” he said. “Let’s make our way back to the other bathrooms, and if you can’t make it we’ll figure something out.” “What?” I asked, annoyed. “What will we figure out?” “I don’t know,” he said. “Just try your best to make it, and then we won’t have to figure it out.” I groaned again, but we started towards the back of the store. We didn’t make it very far, though, before I felt another wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I kept back a spurt this time, but it was clear I would not be as successful the next time. “I can’t do this,” I said, feeling close to tears. My husband stopped and looked at me, and then he looked around as if he was trying to find something. He nudged my arm and led me down an aisle through the women’s clothing section, grabbed a few random items off of racks, like a gown and some shirts, and then we stopped at the changing rooms. “Umm…what are we doing?” I asked. “It’s not the bathroom, but it’s the closest I could get,” he whispered. I was about to protest until the baby moved again and I felt another warm spurt. “Look, babe, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s this or you piss yourself out here in front of everybody.” He handed me the clothes, and the concerned but determined look on his face was enough to convince me. I had no other choice. There was no attendant at the counter but the doors were all opened, so I stepped into one of the changing rooms, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I saw that the bench along the back wall of the room was covered with a thick black cushion. My bladder screamed again, and I dropped the clothes onto the floor turned around to place my bottom on the soft seat. I didn’t even bother with my panties as I just sat back and relaxed. Seconds later, a hot flow of pee filled my panties. I could feel it spray through the gusset of my panties and soak into the cushion under me with a warm, tingling comfort that made me sigh. It was also making me quite horny as it gently swirled around my pussy and clitoris and warmed my bottom. I reached down and slid the crotch of my panties aside and squirted the last bit of my pee right into the cushion, licking my lips at the warm spray against my inner thighs and vagina. It was over too soon, though, and I stood up to survey the damage. The cushion was only a slightly darker shade of black around where I was sitting. You would have to be looking for it to notice something. I straightened my skirt and walked out of the changing room, leaving the clothes on the floor. I grinned at my husband and his face reddened a bit as he also smiled. I stepped up to him and touched his arm. “Feel better?” he asked. “I do,” I said. “Thank you. Let’s check out and get out of here.” Then I leaned closer and nibbled his ear before whispering, “My panties are soaked, and I need a good reason to take them off.” Later, after we checked out and took everything to the car, he drove us to the back parking lot where no one was around, and I slid my wet panties off. He watched me, licking his lips eagerly. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get out.” I smiled as we opened our doors. We walked to the back of the car and he took a moment to look out at the view of the mountains behind the store. But he was also leaning against the trunk and unzipping his fly. I walked to him and placed my back against his chest and soon my skirt was up and his hands were touching me beneath it, feeling and caressing my vulva. It didn’t take me long to get wet again as I felt first his finger and then the tip of his penis touch the back of my pussy. I lifted my hips and butt the best I could until he entered me and I moaned. He kissed the back of my neck and reached around to caress my breasts. “Easy,” I said. “They’re sore.” He whispered Okay and we continued to writhe and move together, me rocking my hips gently and he lifting his pelvis. I could feel my climax getting close, but I could also feel the familiar pressure building in my bladder. I wasn’t sure how bad it was until another wave came over me as my husband’s thrusts grew quicker. “Umm, I kind of have to pee again,” I said. “Okay,” he said and stopped thrusting. “No, no, don’t stop,” I said. He laughed. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I mean I really want to fuck you right now, and if we stop I might lose it, so please, don’t stop.” He chuckled again and grabbed me by the hips as we continued. I moaned again as he continued to enter me, each thrust a little deeper than the last. I was getting closer and closer to coming, so I placed my hands behind me onto his thighs and moved quicker and quicker, feeling his penis pulse inside of me with each thrust. He grunted and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As my climax built, I felt a wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I cried out and just let go. Immediately, my warm pee flowed out of me, all over my thighs, and down over my husband’s penis. I could feel it flowing under me, soaking his jeans and the back of my skirt, but he didn’t stop thrusting and I didn’t stop moving. He finally groaned and I could feel his penis pulse again and again as he ejaculated inside of me while my warm pee trickled out and soaked our crotches. When we were finished, I leaned back against him and he kissed my neck and shoulders again. “I love you so much,” he said. “I love you, too,” I answered. After this experience, each time I had to pee I would simply find a way to let it out. A few times, I let myself get as desperate as I was in the store, and then find a quiet or secluded place to just let my warm pee trickle down my legs or sit in a cushioned seat somewhere and feel it warm my bottom. My husband and I repeated the wet sex one night when we stepped outside naked onto our back deck and he sat on a chair as I straddled his lap, again facing away from him, and again I had to pee and just let it go when I climaxed. This time, though, when I finished, he said he couldn’t go because he had to pee, as well. So I scooted forward in the seat and said, “Go ahead.” I felt his warm urine against my back, hot and wet, and I turned around and knelt down to let it soak my breasts. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot,” he said and continued to spray his hot urine all over my chest. I rubbed it into my nipples and felt it trickle down my tummy to my vagina and slipped a finger inside myself. “Let’s go to the bed,” he said. In spite of my wetness and our nudity, he was able to pick me up and carry me to the bed. I laid down and turned on my side, exposing my ass and very ready pussy to him. He pressed his warm body against my back as we spooned, and he was soon inside of me, thrusting madly this time, panting and groaning. I was surprised when I came again and dribbled more pee all over the bed and us as we cried out together and he again ejaculated inside of me. We fell asleep just like that, wet and messy but comfortable in each other’s arms.
  10. wetwulf

    Girls' Night 4

    “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."
  11. wetwulf

    Girls Night 3

    After our wetting experience was over, we all three looked at each other, smiling but also realizing nothing would be the same between us. Tara was the first to break the quiet moment. “More drinks?” she asked. Jennifer and I agreed and Tara reached behind the bar and took out some glasses, a bag of ice, some strawberries, a lime, and the bottle of Bacardi. She took all of this to the blender and was soon making us all daiquiris. She handed mine to me and then Jennifer’s and took her own and walked to the other couch across from us. I took a sip and right away tasted the rum. “Strong,” I said, laughing. Tara just smiled her now-familiar wicked smile. “Okay, so I have to know,” Jennifer said. “How long has this been going on?” “What?” Tara asked. “You know what,” Jennifer said. I took another sip of my drink and laughed. “Out with it,” Jennifer said. “Fine,” Tara said, sighing and taking a sip of her drink. “It started when I was in college. I lived in the dorms, and my roommate was a party girl. I didn’t mind, though, because she never partied in the room, and I met a lot of cute guys through her when I joined her at a few parties. But she came back smashed a lot, like almost every night. There was one night she came in and tried to be quiet, but she made a lot of noise struggling to get up into her bunk. I watched her in the darkness but didn’t say anything to let on that I was awake. She eventually gave up trying to climb the ladder and just stood next to our beds. I heard her curse, and then she said, ‘I don’t really want to stumble all the way out there.’ “I had no clue what she was talking about, assuming she was just really drunk, but I kept watching her. She sighed and walked over to the corner of our dorm room. It was a little tougher to see her in the dark corner, but a few seconds after she stepped over there I heard a soft hissing sound. I tried and tried to figure out what it might be, and every time my brain came back to the same thing. She was peeing on our dorm room floor. I finally had to say something.” “’Uhh, Danielle, what are you doing?’ I asked. She gasped, but she didn’t seem to move from her spot in the corner, and the sound continued. ‘I’m really sorry, Tara. I just really had to pee, and I’m too drunk to make it out to the bathroom. I’ll clean it up in the morning, I swear.’ All I could think to say in return was, ‘Umm…okay.’ I was also amazed that she continued to pee a full hissing stream even while talking to me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I really had to go. Ohh, that feels much better.’ I still couldn’t see very well, but the sounds of her pleasure and relief were unmistakable. Speaking of relief…” Tara sat up and spread her legs. She sighed and a steady stream of urine sprayed from between her bare pussy and soaked the couch cushion under her. She took another sip of her drink as she continued to warm her seat with a hot gush of pee. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Anyway, back to the story,” she continued, still peeing. “Danielle finally stopped peeing, and I really didn’t know what to say. She walked back over and grabbed her covers and pillow from the top bunk and threw them onto the floor next to our bunks. I noticed she was naked from the waist down. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I understand if you’re grossed out and you want a new roommate, but I had to go.’ I told her it was okay, that it happens sometimes, and she then asked me if I’ve ever been caught short like that. I told her I had, and she pried further until I told her about an accident after work when we were really busy, and we locked up after closing, and I realized too late that I hadn’t used the bathroom. I didn’t make it home, but had to pull off and still ended up wetting my work uniform. Luckily, no one was up when I got home and I changed and showered.” I heard a hissing sound next to me and looked over to see Jennifer licking her lips and sighing. She was sitting normally, though, but the sound and her expressions of relief made it obvious what she was doing. Tara just smiled and continued her story. “So as I’m telling this, I notice movement under Danielle’s covers. She kind of has her legs apart and I gasp when I realize she’s touching herself. ‘Are you masturbating?’ I asked. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘Alcohol makes me randy as hell.’ I laughed. ‘And so does peeing.’ ‘Peeing makes you horny?’ I asked. I was more confused than bothered by it. ‘Well, not like any peeing. It’s not like I get off every time I go to the bathroom. But, like…what I just did…and like in your story…I get off on peeing places I shouldn’t.’ I honestly didn’t know what to say, but I could hear her still rubbing herself like it didn’t even matter that I was right there. And to be honest, I felt kind of horny, too, just from hearing her sighs of pleasure.” I moved in my seat, feeling the pressure in my bladder grow, but I wasn’t ready to release it yet. Tara and Jennifer both looked at me, probably expecting something. “Sorry,” I said, “not yet.” They both laughed. “Anyway, she kept rubbing herself, and in spite of how awkward this whole thing was I found myself reaching under my covers and slipping a finger between my panties to rub myself, too, but being as quiet and subtle as I could. It didn’t matter, though, because Danielle wasn’t subtle at all. Her sighs had become moans and gasps, and I could see her silhouette in the dark room squirming and writhing. She was really into it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna come. Ohhh!’ She moved and bucked and gasped and then stretched out on the floor and sighed as her climax ended. The sounds of her pleasure and the feel of my fingers stroking my clitoris sent me into my own orgasm, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, too.” “Wow,” Jennifer said. “Oh, that’s not even the end,” Tara said. As I was coming down, Danielle said, ‘Oh, I always have to pee after I come. Ah, what the hell.’ And I kid you not, she just sighed and I heard her warm pee dribbling as she just laid there and let it out. ‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I really will clean it up in the morning.’ I told her it was no big deal, but then I realized I also had to go.” I finally felt the pressure growing enough that I needed relief, so I sat up in my seat, put my legs under me and spread them slightly. I sighed and let my pee go in a steady dribble that splashed against the couch cushion. I sat back and relaxed as I felt some of it absorb into the cushion under me, warming my bottom, and some of it continued to splash and dribble all over my butt, vagina and thighs. “Nice,” Tara said and smiled at me. “Anyway, I knew I needed to pee, too, now, so I had this debate in my head. Do I get up and make the trip down the hall to the bathroom? Thinking that was the sensible thing to do, I sat up and started to get out of bed. Danielle asked where I was going, and I told her. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘I just peed on our dorm room floor…twice. You don’t have to walk out there if you don’t want.’ I sat still, wondering if she was serious. ‘For real, Tara. This might be the only time you don’t have to walk all the way down the hall just to pee.’ I laughed. ‘Well what do you want me to do, pee on the floor, too?’ I asked. ‘Do whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Just go over in the corner like I did.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was kind of thrilling, too. I wanted to, but it seemed so wrong. ‘You really don’t mind?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘No, I don’t mind.’ I heard hissing next to me again and looked to see Jennifer smiling and biting her lip as she warmed the cushion under her again. “Ohhh, god,” she said as the hissing grew louder and I could see a puddle forming under her before soaking slowly into the cushion. “Feel good?” Tara asked. Jennifer just nodded. “So, I got up from my bed and walked over to the corner of the room. I felt the wet carpet on my feet and giggled, surprised that I wasn’t more grossed out that I had just stepped in my roommate’s pee. But by now I knew I would be adding to it anyway. I felt the pressure growing, so I stood still and waited until I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew I wanted to try just standing there and going through my panties like Danielle had done, but at first nothing would come out. ‘Just close your eyes,’ Danielle said, ‘and imagine you’re in the bathroom, on the toilet, about to go.’ I did as she said, and still nothing. ‘Have you ever peed in the shower?’ she asked. I said yes, that I had, lots of times. ‘Picture that, then,’ she said. I closed my eyes and imagined I was standing in the shower. I could feel my pee getting close, so I reached down and pulled my panties aside. Within a few seconds, a small dribble started and I gasped when it came out. Danielle laughed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ All I could do was mumble as the dribble became a steady flow that trickled down my legs and splashed to the floor. Not caring anymore, I brought my legs together and sighed as I just emptied my bladder into my panties and let it run down my legs. I gasped again, and I must have had another small orgasm because my knees got weak and I thought I was going to collapse with pleasure. When I finished, I slipped my soaked panties off, left them in the floor, and crawled back into bed. I could hear more dribbling coming from Danielle. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘had to go some more.’ I laughed. “Two more times that night I heard dribbling and hissing coming from Danielle. And when the alarm woke us up the next morning, she looked up at me and smiled as she emptied her morning bladder right there where she lay. The carpet under her was soaked. I smiled and sat up at the foot of my bed, facing the corner where we had peed the night before. I could see the dark wet spots from where we had peed there. I had to pee, too, but instead of getting up and walking to the corner I just hung my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted my bare bottom out then let it go. That was the beginning of a friendship that messed me up forever. We scrubbed the dorm floors, but after that Danielle and I looked for opportunities to pee other places: the library, lounges, at parties, and sometimes we would sneak off and masturbate. That was how it started.” Jennifer and I both applauded, and Tara leaned forward into a small bow. When she sat back up, she smiled and sighed and we could see a puddle forming under her again. “And now I’ve messed you two up,” she said. We all laughed.
  12. NicoleHolds4U

    Video for Sale

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  13. maxxii95

    WD girls

    Does anyone have any full lenght or shorter clips from the site WD girls? Used to watch a lot when the site was open and i loved their films, thanks beforehand!
  14. "Lisa's" Story Part 2: Adventures with "Dr.P" by Dr. P. On a particularly beautiful moonlit evening in the fall, we decided to visit one of our favorite bar/restaurant establishments. It had a bit of a reputation as a "meat market", in the late '70's, but we liked it because the music was pleasant, the drinks were not as watered as those of the competition, and there was a small, but adequate dance floor, if the mood struck us. The crowd was about our age at the time, 30's and 40's, so the music was not too loud and irritating. You could actually carry on a conversation. I was wearing a close-fitting knit sheath dress, which was kind of "clingy." It ended a few inches above my knees. Under this, I was wearing "Thi-Hi" stockings, with elastic tops, no garters (or "suspenders"), and shiny black heels with ankle straps. I knew I looked good, as the dress rode up to mid thigh, when I sat down. We had 2 or 3 drinks, and ordered another round, talking and laughing intimately, when I told him I had to "go". With a wink and a grin, he said, "Well, you know where the Ladies' Room is. Come back and tell me a good story!" I said I had another idea. I wanted him to go with me, and I did not want to use the Ladies' room! "Let's go outside," I said. We walked outside together. It was a pleasant, warm night in late Fall, in L.A. The full moon had just risen, casting a surprisingly bright glow over everything. We looked in the parking lot. No way. Too small and well lit by the moon. Too many cars and people going in and out. Then we looked across the street, seeing trees and bushes, and remembered that the street was at the western edge of a large park. We crossed the street at the light and continued on the dry grass, to the east of a large grove of trees, which would shield us from view from the street. Further to the east of these trees, the grass and trees of the park stretched for as much as a half mile. It was predictably deserted at this time of the evening. We chose a spot between two cusps in the line of bushes and trees, which faced east, toward the rising moon, and was somewhat protected on the other three sides. I stood, smiling and facing the moon, and slowly raised the hem of my dress, looking alternately at him and at myself. I slipped my panties down, and leaning on him for balance, took them off and put them in my purse. Then I adjusted the hem of my dress until it was just an inch or two above my pussy, and spread my legs comfortably, until my feet were about shoulder width apart. I held my dress up, but it stayed pretty much in place, because it clung to my body. I smiled at him and said "Ready?" He dropped to his knees about 2 feet in front of me, to get the best view possible, as I started to pee. He watched me intently in the moonlight. I was able to keep my stream straight and under control, landing about 6 inches in front of my feet, in the grass. I peed for a long time, possibly for 20 or 30 seconds, until my stream weakened to a trickle and stopped. At the end, a few drops sprinkled my shiny shoes, but my legs and stockings were completely dry. I noticed the dribbles on my shoes, and giggled, a little. He leaned forward, still in his kneeling position, hugging my thighs to his face, pulling me toward him, so he could lick my pussy dry. Just then, I squirted a few final drops, and he caught them in his mouth. I giggled again. He licked my lips for a minute or so. Then I brought some Kleenex out of my purse and had him wipe me, just to make sure. He even wiped my shoes when he was done. I fluffed the hem of my dress, to free it from my body, and he helped me pull it down evenly, front and back. I did not put my panties back on. I totally enjoyed having him help me with all of these little details. His willing, enthusiastic attitude gave me a nice feeling of being well cared for. Since I hated public restrooms anyway, I suggested to him that we agree that I wouldn't use them when we were together. Instead, we would find discreet places to park the car, or other sheltered locations, where I could pee, with him watching, and protecting me from other eyes. He thought this was a wonderful idea, and readily agreed. We had some very erotic, fun adventures, as a result of this agreement. He has described most of them very well in his memoir, so I won't repeat many of them here. There was one incident which was spectacular and exciting, but almost ended in a wetting disaster, for me, so it is worth my telling about it. We had tickets to a play at a theater that was about a 40-minute drive from where we lived and worked. So we met beforehand for drinks and snacks in our local area. We were both dressed well; I was wearing a garter belt and real stockings, under a very pretty dress. We wanted to keep our pact, and I certainly wanted him to see me pee in this outfit, so I didn't do it in the bar, before we left for the theater. We agreed that we would find a place for me to "go," on the way. Traffic was heavier than expected, and we had a hard time finding an exit from the freeway where there would be some chance for privacy. I was fidgeting and getting more and more desperate with every minute, as he drove. I had my hands between my legs, pressing hard on my pussy, through my dress, trying desperately to hold my pee in. Finally, I lifted my dress, pulled it out from under me, and gathered it around my waist, exposing my bare thighs above my stockings. I told him that in case I squirted or dribbled, my legs and panties might get wet, but my dress would stay dry. I pressed my hands against my pussy, over my panties, which were thankfully still dry, and crossed my legs, for added pressure, to stop leaks. I saw him sneak a peek at my legs, showing obvious excitement and admiration. Somewhat to my surprise, I was feeling a little embarrassed by my own desperation and the extreme measures I was taking, and letting him see, to keep from wetting myself in front of him, even though I had let him watch me pee many times, under a variety of circumstances, at that point in our relationship. I told him very emphatically that he absolutely had to take the next exit, no matter what, because I couldn't possibly hold my pee a minute longer. He could see that I was very serious, and more desperate than he had ever seen me. He did take the next exit, and we were extremely lucky. The exit took us into a quiet, poorly lit residential neighborhood, with older houses set back from the street, and quite a few trees. He stopped under a tree, which afforded some privacy from the houses, and there was still some light from one of the street lamps, so he would be able to see me pee. I couldn't have cared less at that point, whether he, or anyone else could see me pee. I had to go now! I had my door open, panties off, dress already around my waist, and was sitting on the running board with my legs spread wide, before he could even get out of the car. When he got around to my side, I was already pissing a hot, ragged, wickedly hissing stream, which splashed on the pavement. It sprayed wildly and splattered on the street, pretty much out of my control. A few drops sprinkled my upper, inner thighs, above my stocking tops, but my dress, stockings and shoes stayed dry. This went on for about a minute, until my stream slowed to a stop. Then a few more drops came out, in a couple of spurts. He was there with the box of Kleenex to help me wipe my thighs and pussy. I would much rather have had him lick me, as he wanted to do, but there was no time. Besides, we didn't know anything about the neighborhood we were in, or whether we had been seen. I looked at the huge puddle on the pavement, and told him I couldn't believe that all of that had come out of me! We closed the car doors and got back on the freeway, continuing to marvel at how much I had peed, and how spectacular it looked, as it hissed and gushed out of me, in a raging torrent. I was amazed at the size and power of my stream, and how forcefully it sprayed. I told him how desperate I had been, and how I would have wet myself and my beautiful dress really badly, at any second, if we hadn't stopped when we did. He said I looked incredibly sexy, sitting there in the car, with my dress around my waist, showing my beautiful legs. He told me that my lifting my dress, pressing on my pussy with my hands, and crossing my legs tightly were all incredibly erotic in his eyes, and also gave him a very intimate look into me, and made him feel much closer to me, sharing my anxiety about wetting myself and my dress. He confided that he was feeling panic that we wouldn't find a suitable place on the first exit we took, off the freeway, but was profoundly relieved, when we did. He had no idea that I might be put in such a desperate situation, and he felt guilty that he hadn't encouraged me to pee in the Ladies' room at the bar we had left, earlier. That made me feel much more relaxed, and less anxious, knowing that he was totally on my side, and he hadn't been secretly enjoying my extreme discomfort. We remembered this incident warmly, reminisced, and chuckled about it, for months afterward. He decided that he liked to lick me dry after I peed, instead of just wiping me with t.p., when we were in the privacy of our hotel room. I enjoyed that a lot more than using t.p. He seemed to really enjoy having my pee on his tongue and in his mouth, so it occurred to me that he might like me to actually pee in his mouth. I didn't have the nerve to ask him whether he wanted me to do that, and he never asked me to do it, directly. But I noticed that the wetter I was when he licked me, the better he liked it. We occasionally met for drinks at "happy hour" in one of our favorite bars, which also had a nice, relatively secluded parking lot behind it. On this evening, when we left the bar, we got into my car, a large Cadillac, where we had room to get comfortable. We got situated in the back seat, and started kissing and fooling around. I don't know what came over me, whether it was the alcohol giving me courage, or some strong, subconscious desire, but I looked him in the eyes and said "I have to go." He looked very pleased, and started to open the car door for me to pee outside, sitting on the running board. I stopped him, saying, "No, I want to do it right there," and patted the car seat. Then I told him to lie down with his head on the spot I had pointed out, and get ready. He quickly understood what I wanted to do, and got into position, as best he could. It was summer, and I was wearing only panties under my dress, no stockings or pantyhose, so I slipped them off quickly. Then I lifted the front of my dress, and knelt over his face, with one thigh on each side of his head. My dress blocked my view of him, but it also blocked the view of anyone from outside, so I left it there, covering both of us. I had to guess where his mouth was, as I lowered myself onto his face. I really had to pee, and knew I wouldn't have any trouble getting started. Holding it while I got into position was more of a challenge. When I thought I was there, I peed a little, and felt it gush, wetting my right thigh. I stopped, and asked if he was getting any. He said yes, he was, and it was delicious. So I started again, but I could feel the warm pee running down my right leg, so I knew he must have been catching most of it with his mouth on my thigh, which I could feel. That was fine with him, but I really wanted to do it directly in his mouth, and to be a little neater, in the process! So I stopped again, shifted position, and restarted. This time, my pee gushed straight into his mouth, and he loved it, but I had to slow it down by stopping and re-starting several times, to give him time to swallow. I finally gave him all that I had, then lifted the front of my dress to watch him lick my wet thigh and lips, between my legs. He looked like he was enjoying that too, even though his face, hair, and shirt collar were soaked with my pee. We dried him off as best we could with Kleenex, but his knit shirt was still damp, when we said good night. He told me later that he loved my scent so much that he didn't wash that shirt until my pee smell faded from it, after several weeks! This gave me a couple more ideas for us to have fun. First, peeing in his mouth was an option, when we couldn't find any other place for me to pee. That could be both fun and practical, at times. And second, his keeping his pee-wet shirt unwashed after our "happy hour" adventure gave me a naughty idea: I would give him a pair of my panties, with my pee scent on them, to remember me by when we were apart. He would return them to me the next week, in exchange for a freshly scented pair. So I decided to start by wetting my panties right in front of him one night, as we were getting dressed and ready to leave the hotel room. I called him into the bathroom, wearing only my bra and panties, telling him that I wanted to show him something. I stood over the toilet, facing outward, straddling it, with the seat up, and peed in my panties, after catching his eyes, when he walked into the bathroom. When it started coming out, it gushed through the thin cloth, soaking them instantly, which surprised me a little. I was glad it kept on going through them instead of running down one or both of my legs, as I was afraid it might! I shared that concern with him. He said that if it ran down my legs, it wouldn't have been a problem, at all. He would have been more than happy to lick them "dry" for me! I knew he was making a promise on which he would deliver. I had seen how turned on he was, on the rare occasions when my pee wet my legs, and he got to lick them dry for me. There was something about seeing my pee dribbles on my legs that excited him more than anything else. I was very curious about that, and asked him why? He told me about an experience in his early life. He said he had looked up a girl's skirt, in grade school, as she returned to her desk from the bathroom, and he had seen pee dribbles on her inner thighs. This was incredibly exciting to him. He fantasized about how she peed, and how her legs got wet, for years afterward. From that time on, he confided that seeing pee drops on a woman's legs was a fantastic turn-on, for him, reminding him of that early experience. That was a very interesting revelation to me, and I kept it in mind for the future, which turned out to be fun, on several occasions. He loved watching me pee in my panties, which he had never seen me do, before. He loved it even more when I slipped those wet panties off, and handed them to him. He sniffed them and kissed them, then put them in his pocket. Kneeling on the floor, he hugged my thighs, and licked my wet pussy dry. We repeated this ritual for several weeks. To keep it interesting, I did it in different positions or styles, every week, first in a high squat, then sitting with my legs spread wide apart, then pressed close together, as if I were trying to stop my pee from coming out. I even peed sitting with my legs tightly crossed, which he didn't believe I could do. It hissed and sprayed a little at first, and my upper inner thighs got wet, so it was a little messy, and I knew he would love that! He was only too happy to lick me dry when I was done wetting my panties, and handed them to him. There were situations on our dates when there was no outside place for me to pee, and I had to use public restrooms. In one such situation, I told him I had to "go" just as we were leaving a bar. It was summer, and I had nothing but panties on, underneath my skirt. "Please don't wipe," he whispered in my ear. "OK," I said, wondering what he had in mind. I often skipped wiping in our hotel rooms, because he was going to lick me dry. But this was different. We were in a public place, and I was worried about visible dribbles running down my legs, as I walked back to the car. The restroom was relatively clean, so I sat when I peed, with my legs spread wide. I peed a lot, gushing and hissing. When I finished, I saw that my lips and hair were quite wet, but my legs were dry. So I didn't wipe, but just pulled my panties back up, thinking that they would absorb everything. But as I walked out to meet him, I could feel some dribbles running down the backs of my legs, toward my knees. That made me very anxious, so I grabbed his arm and told him we had to hurry back to the car, laughing nervously. As soon as we got in the car, he ran his hands up my legs, all the way to my damp panties, and found the dribbles on my thighs, as well as some that had already reached my calves. He dove under my skirt immediately, and started licking his way up my legs to my panties, then buried his face in them, moving them aside with his tongue, as he licked my pussy. His tongue felt awfully good, and I soon forgot my anxieties. I told him I wanted his cock in me. I took my panties off handed them to him, and straddled him on the car seat, just like I was squatting to pee, and took his hard cock into my wet pussy. We both came very quickly. There was a time when I wanted him to fulfill a fantasy of mine, where we fucked standing up, outdoors, as part of our noontime jog. He was very willing, but he said he didn't know if he could "rise to the occasion," under those circumstances. I told him not to worry. I drank a lot of liquids and held my pee for five hours, then stood, with my legs wide open, and let it all fly out, in a fantastic spray, just relaxing, and letting it go, without trying to control it. I noticed that my legs got wet, too. He saw that, and had no problem at all, rising to the occasion! On another occasion, I deliberately peed on my legs for him. This started when I stood and peed on a hilltop, with him watching. I had planned this as a surprise for him, ahead of time, but pretended that the need to pee just hit me suddenly. I started to do it with good control of my stream, which I usually had, but the wind swirled around me, and blew my pee all over my legs, which was a surprise to me, and to him! He was ecstatic, and licked me from my ankles all the way up, afterward, then tongued me to one of the best orgasms I ever had. I think I squirted a little pee in his mouth, when I came. He swallowed it and said, "Delicious." (What a difference from my former lover, who was disgusted when I peed on his hand, during an orgasm!) I rewarded him by showing him how I could spread my lips and sprinkle pee drops on my legs, while lying down. I had already peed a lot, so I didn't know if I had enough pee left, but I managed to wet my upper thighs, with a few drops. He watched me intently, as I sprinkled my thighs. He wanted to rub his cock on my legs, because we didn't have much time left, and I wanted to make them wet and slippery for him, so he would cum as quickly as possible. He was so excited by what he saw and felt, that he squirted a huge load on my legs, almost immediately. Another time, when we were going to shower together, I deliberately saved my pee until we were in the shower, intending to put on a little show for him. Then I just let it go, making no attempt to control it at all. It gushed all over my legs, and I watched it run all the way down them to my feet, It was a dark yellow, so it was very visible, quite spectacular, I thought. It felt surprisingly hot on my legs, and I called his attention to that. I think he would have missed my little show entirely, if I hadn't said something. I didn't let him know I had planned to put on a show for him, claiming that I just wanted to be "efficient," peeing and showering at the same time. So remembering his odd little quirk about seeing me pee on my legs added to my fun, as well as his. We eventually disagreed about the future of our relationship, and broke off seeing each other regularly, which was disappointing to both of us. But we still got together a few times a year. Once I had experienced pee sex with "Dr.P," I realized that I really liked it. To me, it was just another expression of love, between two people. I shared that with him, and he agreed. More importantly, I lost my feelings of shame and revulsion about my bodily fluids and processes, which had influenced and inhibited me, for my entire life. So when I began dating other men, I told them stories and asked them questions, to gauge their interest in my peeing. I got a wide range of responses, from curiosity and enthusiastic interest, to disinterest and disgust. Some who professed disinterest, showed definite signs of arousal, during our conversations. One guy came in his pants, after listening to one of my little stories! So I have to say that my experiences with peeing and sex broadened my outlook, for the rest of my life. Dr. P.
  15. WetKecks

    Chloe - Part One

    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.”
  16. owlman76


    Ann was a slim girl, early 20's, not too tall, attractive but didn't flaunt it, to be honest she probably didn't realise how attractive she was, the most striking feature was her long dark hair, it reached almost down to her slim waist and had a shine to it that you couldn't help but notice. She was painfully shy and this had held her back in life, most girls with her looks would have used them to gain certain advantages in life, this had never occurred to Ann She had struggled to find a job, there were not many going in the area where she lived, but that was common in small towns these days, she always tried her best and would often work late to make sure her job was done,it didn't bother her, she didn't have a boyfriend and hardly ever went out. She'd managed to find a job in a local engineering firm, they needed a sort of "girl Friday", it had been run for years by an older man, he'd done all the office work himself, but as he got older, in an attempt to keep going he'd finally realised he needed help, he could answer phones, he even managed to type letters, computers and the like were a complete mystery to him. She'd worked there happily for about 6 months, then one day he told her something that almost turned her world upside down, he had a health problem and would have to sell the business. He managed to find a buyer pretty quickly, and it was agreed that the new boss would keep everyone in a job, there were only 4 men in the workshop, and Ann in the office, it was a small firm making specialised components, what was known as a niche market. The new boss was due to arrive on the following Wednesday, the old boss would stay until Friday to show him the ropes, The first time they met she could feel him looking at her in a way that made her nervous, he was friendly enough but there was something about him that made her uneasy. The first week after he took over he began to make some changes, the old desk in the office was replaced with a new one, her desk was also replaced, and moved into the same office as the boss,new computers were installed and the whole office looked much more cheerful, he even had a small table with a coffee machine on it. Her job had not changed much in fact it had gotten easier, the new phone system meant she hardly ever had to run down to the workshop with messages, she just picked up the phone and dialled through.Her boss spent most afternoons sat in front of his computer, occasionally he'd take an afternoon off, the work, being specialised generally found them, rather than them finding it! Occasionally he'd pass a comment on something she was wearing, or how she looked, she'd blush every time he complimented her, and , just occasionally as he sat at his computer she thought she caught him staring at her, as if he was deep in thought.He drank massive amounts of coffee, and every time he got up to get a drink, he'd get Ann one also, some days she felt as though she spent more time in the bathroom than she did at her desk. One day he told her that he'd be taking the following day off, and would she be ok running the office, she said she'd be fine, and not to worry. She arrived at work the following day and set about her work, about an hour later the telephone rang it was her boss, he needed to contact a client, the number was in his computer, would she be kind enough to find it for him? She sat at his desk and switched on the computer,the screen flashed into life, and to her surprise instead of the normal background picture there was an image of a slim dark haired girl leaning over a desk. She entered the password he'd given her and opened a folder marked "contacts", she soon found the number, read it out to him and after hanging up, returned to her own desk, her mind kept wandering back to the picture on the screen, was it his wife? she didn't know, but the girl on the screen looked much younger than her boss, who, appeared to be in his mid forties. About 30 minutes later she received another call from her boss, he needed her to email a picture to him, it was a machine part, in a file marked "photo's", she logged back into the computer and opened the file, non of the pictures were named, they just had numbers to identify them. She clicked on one, it was a picture of a big house, the next was a sports car, she carried on clicking, eventually there were a few of the girl on the background screen,they started of with her wearing a tight top,jeans and long boots,several pictures later she was down to some black underwear and the long boots. "I'm sorry sir, this file hasn't got any work pictures in it, it appears to be personal pictures" she stammered, "yes that's right, what was I thinking" he laughed, it's the file marked "photo's 2", she clicked on the file and sure enough the first picture was the one he wanted, she sent it over , hung up the phone and returned to her desk, she couldn't get those pictures out of her head, was that really his wife? The following week he announced that he had to meet a new client, he'd need her to go with him, it was only a day trip, they'd leave early and be back the same night. they went to the meeting and by 11 am it was all done, he said he'd take her for lunch, there was a nice restaurant in a large shopping centre nearby, they had a pleasant meal,a few drinks then he suggested she might like a walk around to see some of the shops,she'd never been here before and readily agreed.As she passed one of the shop windows she saw a pair of blue fitted jeans on a mannequin in the window, they clung to every curve, not like the cheap ones she was used to wearing, that didn't cling anywhere. She let out a little gasp, when , looking down she saw the price tag, they were nearly £50, she'd never spent that amount on a whole outfit, let alone a pair of jeans. "do you like them"? asked her boss,"yes, but they're awfully expensive" she replied. He began to walk towards the shop door, "this way" he said, they walked into the large store, it was as though he knew where he was going, suddenly see noticed a large rack full of the jeans she'd seen in the window. "go on, try a pair" he said, call it a perk of the job, she picked a pair in her size "here we go, are you sure"? she asked, "yes but I'd try them on first if I were you" he replied pointing to a changing room. She handed him her jacket, kicked off her shoes and stepped behind the curtain, she emerged a few seconds later wearing the jeans, "what do you think"? she asked doing a little twirl, "I'd go for a size smaller if I were you"he replied, "they're a bit baggy at the back". She picked up the next size down, headed back behind the curtain and several minutes later emerged once more, these fitted more like the one's in the window, they were very tight, in fact she wished she'd worn smaller panties, you could clearly see the outline underneath the tight denim, her boss nodded his approval, "much better" he replied with a smile, she stepped back into the changing room to remove them, when she re-emerged he was stood holding her shoes, "don't forget these "he said as he handed them to her. She put them back on, then taking the jeans from her he walked to the counter, paid for them and they headed back out of the store. They were heading back towards the car park, as they approached the exit, her boss stopped suddenly, "damn, almost forgot" he handed Ann the car keys, "would you mind waiting in the car, I just need to pop back for something", she took the keys and went back to the car, about 10 minutes later he re-appeared, carrying a bag, he placed it on the back seat and they began to drive back. It was nearly 7pm when they arrived back in the town and he said he'd drop her off at home rather than going back to work, as she was getting out of the car he handed her the bag he'd had earlier, "for you, you've earned it" he said before driving off. She let herself into the empty house and made a drink, she picked up the bag and looked inside, there was another bag, and a large brown box, she took out the bag and looked inside, it was a black stretchy top with long sleeves and a polo neck. Next she opened the box, it contained a pair of black knee length boots with a 3" spiked heel, they looked expensive! Later on, as she was getting undressed for bed ,she decided to try her new jeans on again, she removed her clothes, then completely naked, she slid into the tight denim, they fitted perfectly,much better without those big panties, she thought as she admired herself in the mirror, remembering the other things he'd given her she decided to try them all on, she put the top on, then the boots,everything was so tight and clingy, she couldn't believe the way her jeans blended into the boots, the look was seamless. She admired herself in the long mirror,she'd seen the look before somewhere, but for the moment she couldn't think where, she undressed and slipped into bed,very soon she dropped off to sleep. END OF PART ONE
  17. Outgoingcouple

    Office accident

    Office accident So on my first day of my new office manager job last Monday and I also experienced my first wetting accident. I arrive at the office about 20 minutes early to get situated and aquanted with the building. My boss briefly shows me around the floor I'm going to be working on and introduces me to a few of the other employees I'd be working with before he suddenly gets a call and the day quickly begins. Before I could settle in, or even locate the restrooms, the phones started to ring off the hook. The phones wouldn't stop ringing for even just a second. I have been sitting at my desk for five hours now and haven't been able to get a minute to go pee. I've been drinking coffee and tea all day. I didn't want to ask if I could have a pee break. I was a little bit embarrassed to have to interrupt everyone's work day so someone could leave their office to sit in my office to answer my phone. So I continued to wait. I assumed I would be getting a lunch break sometime soon, so I would go then. Then I saw my boss walking towards me, I figured he was going to send me on a lunch break, I started to feel a little bit excited and relieved that I was finally going to be able to go pee. Just as I felt the excitement of about to get some relief, he bursted that thought. He stepped up to my desk and said..." We are so busy today so I ordered everyone lunch. I was devastated, I was about to burst. I began bouncing on my seat. I was so embarrassed, I was hoping he didn't notice. Ohhhh I had to pee so freaking bad!!! He then asked me if I could receive the order when the delivery guy arrived. I, of course said yes. He handed me a company credit card, said It will be here soon, go ahead and sign my name. As he walked away, I looked at the clock, it was already 4pm. What? Wait... Ordering food now? I thought to myself.... We get done in an hour and we are ordering food!!? I took a deep breath and regathered myself. Ok I thought to myself..." It's one hour, I can make it, I can hold on for another hour and go pee quickly before I have to catch the bus. My bus doesn't come until 5:15 I will have plenty of time. I take a few more calls before they shut the lines down at 4:45. I clean up my desk and area real quick so I can get out right at 5:00. I'm watching the clock tick, it's at two minutes till five... I'm getting anxious, I'm ready to explode. Just the thought of finally peeing is getting me excited. Ok... Yes!!! One minute till... I stand up, start to push my chair in, look up towards the restrooms. NO!!!! The delivery guy!! Omg!! I take the bags, sign the receipt and send him on his way. Now I have to take the order down to my bosses office. Omg!!! He's going to cause me to not be able to make the restrooms before I catch the bus. I hand him the order, I try to get away quickly, but he insists that I take something home with me. He fishes through the bags, grabs me a few things and finally tells me have a good night and sends me on my way. I practically jog down the hall. As I get close to the restrooms, I look at my watch, it's 5:11!! I only have four minutes to get down the elevator and to the bus stop. If I stop to pee, I'm definitely not going to make the bus. I decide that I should catch my bus because it's the only bus that goes to my neighborhood. I hurried to the bus stop, barely made it. I boarded the bus, grabbed a seat near the front so I could get off quick. As the bus started to move, my bladder began to ache. The urgency started to grow quickly and immensely. I was bouncing and wiggling all around my seat. I was struggling to hold on, I was beginning to panic. My body began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. I felt little beads of sweat forming on my forehead, I started feeling little shivers run throughout my body. My pussy began to ache and tremble. I couldn't resist the urge to grab myself. I reached down and pushed on my pussy, pressing as hard as I could. Believe it or not, applying pressure somewhat felt relieving. The harder the pressure, the better. My stop was next.... THANK GOD!! I took the last few minutes before my stop to regain control. I took a deep breath, stiffened up my posture, got ready to stand up. As the bus stopped, I slowly stood up, took another deep breath and started to take my first step. Just as I took my first step, I felt my bladder began to quiver. I got so nervous, I started to panic. I couldn't get the control back. I stood still there. I was frozen right there in the aisle of the jam packed bus. Front and center in everyone's veiw. The bus was filled with both men and women. All I could think of was what if I piss myself... what are all these people going to think? As I stood there in shear panic, gripping onto the hand rails. With my face glowing red with embarrassment, I looked all around taking in all of the people's faces. The bus driver telling me that I had to go if I wanted off here because he had to go. Once again I take a deep breath, and I start to take a step... I knew I was going to burst right there, but I had no choice.... The driver was demanding I get moving. I had to keep walking. I feel my hot liquids begin to leak. The flow started out slow stream on the first step, but by the second step, they were just gushing out and down my legs. With every step, I was leaving a little puddle of warm pee on the bus floor. After about 6 steps, I'm finally off the bus and almost to my appartment. I run up the stairs, get in my front door, strip off my wet clothes. I lay down across my bed, let out a long sigh in relief to finally be home. As I'm laying there, thinking about the whole situation, I realize that it really made me feel turned on and horny. I kept replaying the episode over and over in my head as I pleasured myself into a extreme orgasm. I definitely think I want to try this again sometime
  18. Independence Day boating mishap So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat docks in our small town. Alot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd. About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the coolers and all of our other belongings onto the boat. Us ladies all ran up to the restrooms to pee before leaving. Our plans were to head up river to a small island, stop and picnic. This particular island was a quite popular place to hang out. Usually there was good bit of people to party with. This year was no different, in fact this year was the most crowded I've ever seen. We docked, unloaded our coolers, found our spot and began to drink and party. We usually stay there for the whole day and get back in the river about nine. This year was different..... About 7:30 the River Patrol pulled up to the island and made everyone vacate the premises. We had to pack up our things quickly and get out. Leaving us no time to pee before we left. Ok, so now it's only 7:30, the fireworks aren't going to start until a little after dusk which is probably around 9:30 or so. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and giggling. The guys decide that we should take a little run up river since we have about two hours to kill. Well... You know how guys are, they get crazy sometimes. It wasn't bad enough that us ladies have to pee, they decide to go speed demon up the river. Causing cold ass river water to splash all over us. I don't know about anyone else, but being cold and wet only intensifies the urge to pee. Now the other girls are starting to get a little nervous about the situation. I, of course am not stressing about it a bit. I keep looking up at my husband to see if he is noticing the situation. Of course he is too busy horsing around with the guys and doesn't have a clue. I decide to secretly send him a text to make him aware. I also suggest to him to try to sneak some pictures and videos. Now that I have his attention.... I'm going to have a little fun with this. Even though I really have to pee bad too, I grab us girls another cold one from the coolers. We continue talking, laughing and goofing off. My husband asks if he can have a turn driving the boat. John says of course and trades him seats. My husband is no rookie when it comes to driving a boat, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He turned us around and headed back up river, knowing that our waves from earlier were probably still there. Instead of missing them, he intentionally cut right through them. Well,.... When you go back over top of waves, it's very very bouncy and bumpy. The bumps definitely were intensifying everyone's urge to pee. The girls were now becoming quite despetate. Just then my husband, by the way his name is cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do it again so he could video it. Wow.... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were alot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves. As we traveled down the river, hitting every bump, we all were holding onto one another, and squirming and wiggling all around in our seats. Finally after about 5 minutes, Cliff was at the end of the choppy Waters. He asked us if we had to pee or something because he noticed us squirming. We all sighed and answered YES!! He pulled the boat over into calm water in a secluded area and dropped the anchor. Then he said.... "Well ladies... I can't get you to shore, but you guys can pee off the side of the boat. With having to pee so bad, we definitely are game for his idea. Two of us take one side, and the other two take the other side. We all drop our shorts and panties and hang our asses over the edge. As soon as we had our asses over the edge, our hot pent up golden liquid began to gush out. All you could hear was the hissing of our piss spurting out and the sighs and moans of us feeling that sweet relief. I glanced up at the guys to see their reaction. I knew that my husband would be enjoying it, but I was surprised to see that the other guys were also enjoying it. And guess what?... Remember Cliff was videoing his river run? Well he never turned the camera off!! So we got the whole scene on video. We headed back out into the river enjoyed a few more drinks and watched the fireworks. As we sat there, we made a few comments about the ordeal trying to figure out wether or not anyone in the group would be interested in playing out another scenario... We didn't get a definite vibe, but we got some little vibes to maybe bring up sometime later. So.... Until we figure them out, I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope to have another one for you soon!!
  19. Independence Day boating mishap So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat docks in our small town. Alot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd. About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the coolers and all of our other belongings onto the boat. Us ladies all ran up to the restrooms to pee before leaving. Our plans were to head up river to a small island, stop and picnic. This particular island was a quite popular place to hang out. Usually there was good bit of people to party with. This year was no different, in fact this year was the most crowded I've ever seen. We docked, unloaded our coolers, found our spot and began to drink and party. We usually stay there for the whole day and get back in the river about nine. This year was different..... About 7:30 the River Patrol pulled up to the island and made everyone vacate the premises. We had to pack up our things quickly and get out. Leaving us no time to pee before we left. Ok, so now it's only 7:30, the fireworks aren't going to start until a little after dusk which is probably around 9:30 or so. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and giggling. The guys decide that we should take a little run up river since we have about two hours to kill. Well... You know how guys are, they get crazy sometimes. It wasn't bad enough that us ladies have to pee, they decide to go speed demon up the river. Causing cold ass river water to splash all over us. I don't know about anyone else, but being cold and wet only intensifies the urge to pee. Now the other girls are starting to get a little nervous about the situation. I, of course am not stressing about it a bit. I keep looking up at my husband to see if he is noticing the situation. Of course he is too busy horsing around with the guys and doesn't have a clue. I decide to secretly send him a text to make him aware. I also suggest to him to try to sneak some pictures and videos. Now that I have his attention.... I'm going to have a little fun with this. Even though I really have to pee bad too, I grab us girls another cold one from the coolers. We continue talking, laughing and goofing off. My husband asks if he can have a turn driving the boat. John says of course and trades him seats. My husband is no rookie when it comes to driving a boat, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He turned us around and headed back up river, knowing that our waves from earlier were probably still there. Instead of missing them, he intentionally cut right through them. Well,.... When you go back over top of waves, it's very very bouncy and bumpy. The bumps definitely were intensifying everyone's urge to pee. The girls were now becoming quite despetate. Just then my husband, by the way his name is cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do it again so he could video it. Wow.... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were alot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves. As we traveled down the river, hitting every bump, we all were holding onto one another, and squirming and wiggling all around in our seats. Finally after about 5 minutes, Cliff was at the end of the choppy Waters. He asked us if we had to pee or something because he noticed us squirming. We all sighed and answered YES!! He pulled the boat over into calm water in a secluded area and dropped the anchor. Then he said.... "Well ladies... I can't get you to shore, but you guys can pee off the side of the boat. With having to pee so bad, we definitely are game for his idea. Two of us take one side, and the other two take the other side. We all drop our shorts and panties and hang our asses over the edge. As soon as we had our asses over the edge, our hot pent up golden liquid began to gush out. All you could hear was the hissing of our piss spurting out and the sighs and moans of us feeling that sweet relief. I glanced up at the guys to see their reaction. I knew that my husband would be enjoying it, but I was surprised to see that the other guys were also enjoying it. And guess what?... Remember Cliff was videoing his river run? Well he never turned the camera off!! So we got the whole scene on video. We headed back out into the river enjoyed a few more drinks and watched the fireworks. As we sat there, we made a few comments about the ordeal trying to figure out wether or not anyone in the group would be interested in playing out another scenario... We didn't get a definite vibe, but we got some little vibes to maybe bring up sometime later. So.... Until we figure them out, I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope to have another one for you soon!!
  20. diapeetje


    lovely girls just let it flow into their bikini I just call them 'PEEKINI'
  21. So i just want to say. That my first chapters are slow just because I wanted this to be realistic. Something that can happen anywhere. And with that enjoy this new chapter. If someone still remember this series XD When they were done with breakfast. The girls ran upstairs to get their mattresses. They took them outside and lent them against the house in the sun. Meanwhile Linda was inside washing-up. Jenny looked around and saw that no one could see them. Whit out warning she pressed Sara against the wall and started to make out with her. Sara got really surprised. But didn't stop her friend. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. The girl’s tongues danced in their mouths. Both moaned of pleasure. Just when Jenny could feel her friends hand seeks its way to her panties. They heard Linda was coming out again. Sara pushed Jenny away from her and before Linda came around the corner they stood just like normal. - So what are you girls talking about? Linda asked. - We were just talking about how funny it is that both wet our beds. None of us have done it since we were little kids. Her daughter replied. - Well to me you will always be my little kid. But I know what you mean. - Mom stop! - What else can I say? Especially now when you have started to wet yourself. - It´s not like I’m the only one. You have also done it a couple of times. - Yes but I always do it in bikini. Not in my everyday clothing or bed. - It was just our panties we wet. That’s not that so different from bikini panties. - The material is different. So it doesn’t feel the same does it? - No they stay wet a longer time. But the feeling is quiet nice. - You just make me believe that you are going to do it again. If the last time wasn't on purpose. Next time will. - No mom I will not start to wet myself in my everyday clothing. Even if it does feel good. Both Sara and Jenny started to laugh. They thought it was a funny joke. But Linda didn't laugh. But after a couple of seconds she smiled. She loved to see her daughter happy. And she started to see the funny side of everything that has happened recently. - I just have one question. What are you going to say to your mom Sara? Linda asked. - Oh no. I haven´t thought about it. She will be angry. - Don’t worry I will help you. Just borrow a pair of panties from Jenny and I wash yours. And hang them in the sun. They will be dry before you have to go home. - Thank you so much Linda. - No problem. Where did you put them? - Oh they are inside. I´m using my bikini panties. - Good then I will get in and start to wash them. - You are so kind. Thanks again it means a lot for me. I don´t have to say anything to my mum. - I don´t think you have to worry. Accidents do happen. Linda said with a smile. Linda went inside. Jenny and Sara smiled at each other. Jenny got closer to her friend and took her hand. Pulled her closer and said “Now where were we?” She lent in for a kiss but Sara stopped her. - Jenny stop. What are we doing? I know we did have a great time in the shower together. But I thought it was a onetime thing. - It could have been. But we were really close to doing it again earlier. And you didn't stop me then. - No I didn't. But now I had time to think about it. - And you don’t want to continue? - I´m not sure. What kind of friendship will we have after this? - Closer than others. Jenny said with a big smile. - I´m not sure if it’s a good idea. I´m a single girl making out with my best friend. It´s tempting though. - I have a solution. What about I stop to be your friend. - What? How’s that a solution? I don’t want to lose you. - Let me finish. What if I became your girlfriend instead? - So you want us to be a couple? I´m not sure if I want to explain for my parents that I´m having a girlfriend. - Oh come on. I will be there with you when you tell them. - Good. But I won´t do it just yet. If we are going to be a couple. Do you promise me do keep it a secret until I say it’s okay to tell anyone? - Sure. I´m not sure I want to tell my mom either. Not now when she just found out that I pee both in the shower and my bikini ha-ha. - Then I just have one more thing to say about this. Give your girlfriend a kiss. Sara said and got closer to her now lover. Jenny just smiled and started to kiss Sara. And soon her hand was once again searching its way in to Sara´s panties. This time she wasn't stopped. Her fingers finally touched Sara´s pussy. She stroked it slowly. And soon she felt her lovers hand on her pussy. And they continued do kiss all the time. Both felt this was the right choice. Sara started to pull her lovers pants down to make it easier to caress her. Jenny did the same to Sara. Now they both were standing in t-shirts and bikini panties. Both girls had their hand inside the panties. Without saying anything Sara started to pee. This was heaven. Too let her new lover masturbate her while she peed. She moaned and started to bring her hips back and forth. She wanted Jenny to speed up. It wasn't long before Jenny knew exactly what she had to do. Something Sara´s moans confirmed. Soon she orgasmed so hard her legs couldn’t hold her up. She falls down and took Jenny with her. While she was lying there and taking deep breaths. She felt Jenny sit on her stomach and leaning down to give her a kiss. Their lips touched and soon Sara felt something familiar. The nice feeling from pee flow down her stomach and down to the ground. Jenny was still caressing her. And too her big surprise, she came for a second time. This was a new experience for her. Never before had she managed to get two orgasms so close to each other. Jenny was still peeing when Sara turned to one side. So Jenny feels of her and now it was Sara who was on top. It didn’t take long before her hand was inside Jenny´s panties. Feeling her pee was great. And she really wanted Jenny to come too. As soon she kissed her. It happened. Jenny screamed when she came. Fortunately Sara put her other hand over her mouth. Sara got down from her and now they were both lying on the grass breathing heavily. As soon they could get up they ran to the hose too wash off the pee. - That was great. I have never had an orgasm like that before. - Neither have I. And the good thing is. Now when you are my girlfriend. It won´t be the last time we do this together. - And now let us enjoy the day and wheatear. Now Lena was done washing clothes. She went outside to find Jenny and Sara sitting in the garden chairs talking. I should not disturb them she thought. So she decided to walk to the side of the house where she planted some flowers. While Linda looked around to see how much they have grown. A pressure in her bladder said it was time for a pee. No one could see her so she decides to just let it out where she´s standing. Soon her bikini panties turned darker as her pee came out in a slow spurt. She felt the warmth go down her legs. It felt so good. So good it made her feel something she hasn’t felt in a long time. The need to have an orgasm. But she wanted to empty her bladder first. It started to form a puddle around her feet. She could soon splash her feet in the puddle. But unfortunately her stream came to an end. So she sat down and started to masturbate. It felt so good when she felt some warmth from her pee. She stroked faster and not long after that she came. Somehow she didn't scream. But she took deep breaths and just enjoyed the feeling she had in her body. She figured she didn't have to wash off. Both her daughter and her best friend wet themselves too. Linda went back and sat down with the girls. - Mum did you wet yourself again? Your bikini is darker in the crotch. - Yes I did. Why go inside to pee when you have a bikini on? Especially now when we all pee through it. - You are right. It´s so much easier. And it gives a freedom too. To just pee wherever you are is great. Summer is always good. But now it´s great. - I have to agree with you. Sara said. - Before I just peed in the shower and in the lake. Who thought peeing could be this fun. Jenny replied. - Girls I think we are comfortable with each other. Can I ask something that you two promise me to answer honestly? Both girls said yes without hesitation. Even if they were a bit nervous about what it would be. - Well I just want to know. I think I know the answer. But I want to hear it from you. Did you really have an accident when you wet your beds? - Honestly mom. No I did it on purpose. I just was curious about how it would feel. And when I did it. Sara wanted to try too. So I said sure. And now you know. - Great thanks girls for being honest. Just promise me that you won´t do it again. I don´t want you to ruining the beds. - Sure mom I promise. - I promise too. Sara said. - That’s great. At least wait until it’s time to change beds. Al three laughed. This was really a great day. And it isn't over yet. After half an hour of talking. They decided to have a barbecue evening. And they wanted it to be girls only. So they decided to invite Sara´s mother. Just so Linda had someone her age to talk with. They also decided it will al start in about an hour. Jenny and Linda had to go in to the city to buy everything they will need. And Sara was going home to tell her mother about it. The girls stood up and started to walk. When Linda stopped. - I just got an idea. Why don´t we take one last pee before we go? - But what will my mum say when she sees that my bikini is darker between my legs? - It´s very easy Sara. We are going do wash off first. Then use your towel to dry as much as possible. - Sounds good. I need to pee anyway. Al three of them stopped and looked at each other with a smile. Then one by one they started to pee. What a sight if anyone would have seen them. Three girls wetting themselves even do they should know better. If someone would have seen them. They would have seen streams going down all three girls legs. But they would never feel the warmth and relief they felt. That they felt relief wasn't hard to hear because all of them were going ahh. Linda stopped first followed by Sara and after ten seconds Jenny. They started laughing and washed off. Before they said goodbye for now.
  22. Lulu A.

    Beachside Playtime

    A/N: Finally decided I did want to share this, which I wrote as part of a larger piece (which doesn't center on any particular kink, hence all of the other stuff, too). I bolded where the piss things start, to help y'all along. I'm nothing if not verbose! These four friends have been with each other through so much, but have kept it pretty tame when it comes to sharing their sex lives until one wild trip to Paris had them showing off to each other. But now, the real couples' vacation is here, and it's steamier than ever when Ashley, Adrian, Natasha, and Mario head to Hawai'i over Christmas time with 100% more wedding rings, 100% fewer inhibitions, and all kinds of fantasies to fulfill. "I'm so psyched!" Adrian bellows as they exit the Honolulu airport. "It's so warm and we've been so busy and God I miss hanging out with you guys." Mario and Natasha cheer and Ashley squeals as they schlep their bags towards the taxi she had waiting for them. They scuttle in and are soon heading to their luxury resort, right in the middle of the excitement of the big island. They'll head to a private residence on a secluded island in a few days, with fewer bells and whistles but much more privacy. Considering what happened the last time they all went on a trip together, she thought it wise they do that for the last leg of the trip. They went to Paris together a year after Mario and Natasha’s wedding, but way before she and Adrian would get married. Through all of their friendship, they’d all been easy going and flirtatious with each other, born from both familiarity between them all (Adrian and Mario had been friends since boyhood), each person’s individual personality, and the kind of sexual chemistry within each couple that made people around them aroused, too. After spending days enjoying the sights of the City of Lights, they spent their second to last night drinking and getting high together in their gorgeous hotel suite. Ashley had known Natasha had a fierce streak for exhibitionism and had even passively assisted her in fucking Mario where she shouldn’t before, but as they bought their wine, Natasha had pulled her aside with a thrilling spark in her eye. They plotted, and with some careful motions and blatant teasing, they turned stealthy kisses on the couch with the other couple next to them into full blown fucking next to each other on the same bed. It was incredible, and Ashley and Adrian would occasionally revive the memories for an extra good night. After being blissfully married for a few months, they brought up the idea of going on another couples' vacation with Mario and Natasha. After looking at schedules and different options, they decided Hawai'i after Christmas would be the best. Her job had gifted Ashley with a very generous gift card to the set of resorts they're about to go into, with a great deal on flights, and when she sweet talked to her travel agent again, she got them this amazing experience for a fraction of its original price. They were incredibly excited to do it, and Ashley remembers when they all got together to discuss it with a rush of heat. They came over for lunch one weekend day in September to brainstorm everything. After the boring things had been talked about, the topic every one had on their mind finally came up. "So…" Natasha cooed, shifting her weight on the chair. "Are we going to do a repeat of Paris?" The memories swirled through Ashley’s brain—she and Natasha seducing their partners slowly, until they were fucking them in front of each other and fulfilling their fantasies of being watched and watching another couple. They all glanced at each other, trying not to seem too eager. "Well," Ashley said nervously. "I was thinking maybe we could jump off Paris, if you guys want?" When they all got on the same page, they really got into the fun planning. They agreed that they wanted the trip to be 50% fun tourist things and relaxing, and 50% fulfilling those fantasies they all had. They agreed to each brainstorm a list of a few things they'd want to do on the trip, with the only caveat being that all four of them be present for all the things and involved in some way (whether in the midst of the sex or in its documentation), and Ashley moved forward with booking the two different resorts. A week later, they came back together and went over their lists. Some were very easy to predict; Mario's just had 'piss' in all caps at the center, and then little bubbles coming out of it with all of his ideas. He also had 'fucking + pegging @ same time', as did Adrian. Adrian surprised her a bit; he'd written 'spanking Ash, watch Mario spank Nat' (not super surprising), 'experience Nat's twerking reverse cowgirl' (pretty surprising), 'both girls blow me and/or Mario at same time' (not a bad idea), 'watch Ash & Nat masturbate or come in public' (surprising at first but then she remembered that panty vibrator they use on her all the time). Natasha was shyer with hers, and Ashley realized why once they got past the ones she'd expected to see (all forms of exhibitionism, DP, watching her and Adrian doing the piss game Mario likes to play with her); a lot of her fantasies had to do with Ashley. As PG-13 as making out with to as explicit as oral sex, strap on sex, and piss play. "We obviously don't have to do any of these," she mumbled, blushing. "But… well, I'm bi. And you're kind of my type. Specifically, the type of woman I'd lust over at parties and hook up with before Mario and I got serious. And, honestly, you're the first woman I've felt really attracted to since Mario and I got together. So… you asked for fantasies, and honestly, these are a few of the things riling me up recently." Ashley and Adrian exchanged a glance, and Mario looked unsurprised. "Umm," Ashley stuttered, thinking hard. "It's okay, just forget I said anything," Natasha said quickly. "Wait a second," Ashley huffed, her brain whizzing. "Let me think for a second. And let me talk to Adrian for a second." She took his arm and they went to their bedroom, closing the door behind them. She turned to him. "What do you think?" He pursed his lips and thought for a long moment. "If we're talking just in terms of sex, and things I'd like to see happen, then I would be... very happy watching that." Ashley giggled and blushed at the sheepish look on his face. Adrian chuckled and took her hands softly, looking into her eyes as the silly moment passed. "I feel comfortable enough in our relationship that I don't feel jealousy imagining that. But, I think it comes down to you. Are you okay with it? Do you want to do any of it? It's beyond anything we've done." She bit her lip. "I think I do. I've never kissed a woman before. I've never even really felt attracted to one like I do to men, but something about Natasha… I'm still not sure if it's that I'm attracted to her, or the idea of having sex with her." Adrian nodded, and listened as she tried to figure it out. "I mean… it is arousing to me, those things on her list. Or, imagining them is. So, in terms of just the sex, I think it sounds hot. But I think we need to talk about feelings, too." He sighed and nodded. "Yeah. If anyone catches feelings, then… that's cheating. And that's gonna really hurt. Maybe ruin one or both of our marriages." She exhaled. "I love you. More than anything. And right now, for me, I'm very sure that what I feel for Mario and Natasha is friendship and sexual infatuation." "Yeah, that's fine," Adrian nodded. "Like, they're both incredibly hot, that's fine. But Natasha is bi. She's bi, and if there's any possibility that doing this is going to cause problems in her and Mario's marriage or ours, I don't think we should do the trip." She bit her lip. "You're right. But I think that's for Mario and Natasha to tell us. And it sounds like we're on the same page." Adrian nodded and squeezed her hands. They wandered back, finding Mario and Natasha talking quietly. "So?" Mario asked. Ashley glanced at Adrian and he nodded encouragingly, so she took a deep breath and said to Natasha, "I am in for those things, but only if… you and Mario can guarantee that, as far as you know right now, us fooling around won't cause any friction in your relationship. Because, the truth is, you are bi. I'm not. I just… sort of have a one time sexual infatuation with you, or the idea of sex with you. And to me, having sex with you feels the same in my head as fucking Mario during DP would. Especially since if we do what you're saying, Mario and Adrian will be jerking off and making commentary and shit right next to us. Does that make sense?" "Oh, yeah," Natasha sighed, almost relieved. "Yeah. Mario and I have talked a lot about this. And my bisexuality and his kinks and all that shit too when we got married. We agreed really early on that we'd be upfront with desires like these and handle them together, and we have a really awesome couples' therapist that helps, and this isn't the first time something like this has come up." She was surprised by that. Mario nodded. "A few months ago I got a crush on a client. Who reminded me a lot of Nat. And we talked it through. I was projecting my frustration with Natasha working such long hours and feeling neglected. Once we worked it out and figured out our schedules better, the crush disappeared. This isn't like that." Natasha smiled softly and squeezed his hand before turning to Ashley. "So don't worry about that. If we fuck, it'll be to fulfill fantasies, have good orgasms, bring a little spice to our sex lives in a safe space. And Mario and I agreed, if there were ever going to be a woman brought into our bed in any way, we'd prefer her to bring her partner, too, to try and avoid complicated feelings." "Okay. It sounds like we're good on that, then?" Adrian probed. Everyone nodded, and they got to the fun part. They finalized the list of fantasies, combining similar ones and bringing in new ones for balance. (If Adrian's going to experience Natasha's twerking and deep throating, then they agree Mario and Ashley should do something he can't do with Natasha, and they decide on tit-fucking and fucking her however he wants until she squirts on him.) They fought a little about doing something to mirror Ashley and Natasha’s play; the girls wouldn't mind seeing the boys do something together, but they don't get anywhere concrete as the boys hold back and resist. Moving on, they decided to split up all the fantasies over the days, and made lists of what extra toys or accessories to bring. They all agreed to get tested again, since none of them have in at least two years, having been in monogamous relationships, but it was a good an opportunity as any to check in. They also all agreed to make sure Mario and Adrian's ejaculate would stay on and in their own wives. ("There's, like, a 1 in 1000 chance our IUDs won't work, but if that happens, we should guarantee we'll be getting pregnant from our husbands!" Ashley said, Natasha nodding.) Three weeks, four clean bills of sexual health, suitcases packed with bathing suits and strap on harnesses and sunscreen, and an eleven hour over night flight later, they arrived ready for their week-long vacation. Ashley looks at her phone as it updates the time to be just around 4:45pm local time. "Okay, so today's a chill tourist day… we've got our helicopter ride over the island at 5:30 that's picking us up from the hotel, which is gonna rock, just before sunset! And then a lu'au for dinner by the ocean! And we'll be back in the hotel by nine." "Awesome," Adrian beams. They roll in the beautiful resort soon, cooing at the amazing decorations. It's quite large and exclusive, with its own gorgeous and spacious beach, and its own set of sea and adventure activities. They make their way in, through the glamorous ocean-themed lobby, and check into their roomy apartment suite. "This is gorgeous!" Natasha gasps when they open the door to the suite. They go in and all awe at the common space. It's decorated in a theme of seashells and sunshine, with lots of gold and sea green and lovely white couches and marble counters, and the balcony is very big, with a hammock and a view of the ocean. The bedrooms are huge, with perfectly white California king beds with tons of squishy pillows, and both bathrooms have large showers with nozzles pointing in all directions, and bath tubs with jets and removable shower heads. "Ooh, I think we'll have to add shower sex in at some point," she says eagerly, Natasha nodding next to her. They realize they don't have very long before they get picked up for the helicopter, so they very quickly change into bathing suits (just in case), casually dressy clothes for the lu'au, and grab what they need for the rides and dinner (mainly, Adrian's camera with the SD card they designated for vacation pictures). They dash downstairs to the concierge table, and head out in the nick of time. They get in the helicopter after a fifteen minute drive to the airpark, all a little nervous and very excited, and soon they're up in the air. "Holy shit, this is so gorgeous!" Mario gapes as the lush landscape blooms under them. They awe at the amazing beaches, the incredible volcanoes, and consider the at times painful history and present of the islands. Adrian takes pictures the whole time, of the landscapes and of them, and they feel like they've learned a lot by the end. The sunset takes all their breaths away, and they share a lot of moments of amazement that they're seeing something so beautiful. After, they're taken back to the hotel and go to the lu'au that's thrown there every night. Pretty cheesy and for tourists, but a spectacle nonetheless. They eat tons of meat and fruit, enjoy dancing to the music, and even try to learn a little bit of hula from the performers (the boys really like watching Ashley and Natasha try that, especially when they strip to their bikinis and put on the skirts). After eating, they wander down towards the beach. A cool breeze tempers their hot skin, and the water is crisp at their feet as they approach the edge. "This is so beautiful," Natasha sighs, swinging Mario's hand where he holds hers. "Should we swim?" Ashley suggests. There's a few other people out on the beach, too, but far away. They strip to their bathing suits and hide Adrian's camera, and splash into the ocean. "Oh, this feels incredible!" Adrian gasps as he wades deeper in. Ashley giggles and catches up to him, jumping on his back. He laughs and twirls her around, splashing her and making her laugh, until she's wrapped firmly around him with their faces close together. "Mmm, my beautiful wife," he purrs. "My breathtakingly amazing life partner." She blushes and presses a kiss to his lips, her heart warming and thumping for him. The sweetness of his lips, tinged with the flavors of their dinner and drinks, dizzies her. "Oh, Adrian," she purrs against his mouth, "…I love you so incredibly much, baby…" He smiles and pulls her closer, making their chests press together. "I love you so much, too, Ash…" and then he gives the happiest chuckle and kisses her softly. "What are you thinking, baby?" she giggles. He gives a gorgeous smile and gazes deep into her eyes. "It just hit me again that we're married and how lucky I am to share all these moments with you." Her heart bursts and she beams. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me." He beams, too, and they laugh together as he swings her around in the water. They kiss a little more, sharing tender words, then part to splash in the water. Natasha and Mario are hanging back a little bit, since she didn't wrap her hair and it can't take the sea water without a little TLC like Adrian's can, but they're having fun, too, dancing to the sounds of the music of the party and swishing the cool water around their legs. Ashley takes Adrian's hands and they walk toward Mario and Natasha. "This is already one of the best vacations we've ever taken, hands down," Natasha coos, turning around to face them as they go towards them. "And we haven't even gotten to the super fun parts!" Ashley beams. Mario chuckles and winks, and she rolls her eyes. "I'm talking about the scuba diving and cliff jumping, not just our shenanigans, you pervert!" They crack up and move closer together. "So. Should we go back to the room, start on a few of our items?" Adrian asks, waggling his eyebrows as his hands squeeze Ashley's waist. "What was on the list for tonight?" Mario wonders aloud. "Well, there were a few things we put on specific days, just because they take a while. So your kink day's gonna be on the fourth day, when we get to the secluded bungalow and we can be freer with your stuff. And all the anal things will probably be on the last day, once our bodies have gotten used to the food and we can be a little more confident we won't have any unwanted… fudge." They laugh at her words. "Maybe we should start slow and ramp up," Natasha suggests. "Do kind of what we did in Paris and get back in the mood of sharing again.” "That's a good idea," Ashley admits. "I've been really excited but still nervous, we only did this once, and I'm worried it'll be different this time." "I think it'll be better," Adrian murmurs, kissing her cheek. "You and I are married now, and it sounds like we're all pretty equally matched sexually. Last time, remember we'd just started doing anal and we hadn't even gotten a finger up my ass yet!" They all laugh. Mario leans down and kisses Natasha's long neck warmly. "Mmm, I know you're excited, baby girl…" he coos, sliding his hands up her stomach to cup her perky breasts, looking amazing in a very small bright orange bikini top. Ashley watches her inhale a sharp breath and her eyes hood at his tease, and feels her own breath speed up. Adrian chuckles and pushes Ashley gently forward, so she steps closer to Natasha, and then stands behind her and wraps his arms around her. He doesn't cup her breasts, though, since they're facing the beach and people are walking by. Mario's muscular hands gently massage his wife's breasts, making her nipples harden and press out of the fabric. Ashley and Adrian watch silently, and she feels his cock start to harden against her. Natasha takes a sharp breath when Mario pinches her nipples and meets Ashley and Adrian's gazes. "I think my favorite part of Mario's job is how amazing he is at massages…" That breaks the ice, and they all laugh. Mario smirks and nibbles on Natasha's earlobe so she purrs. "You are absolutely my favorite person to massage, baby girl… Now, let's see just how hard your nipples are, hmm?" And the gently pulls the fabric of her bikini top down, so her pebbled tits are on display for them all to see. "Oh, I forgot how cute your nipples are," Ashley sighs, licking her lips at the sight of the large areolas and buds, pouting upwards and longer than Ashley's. Natasha blushes and presses her chest out as her husband's hands return to her breasts, squeezing the flesh and teasing her nipples. "I'd ask to see yours, but I hear people on the beach," Natasha pouts. "Maybe we should go back to our room…" "Yeah, let's do that," Adrian nods. "You two go ahead. I think Mario and I need to cool off a little bit." They crack up, and Ashley swats at Adrian's halfie as she moves towards the beach. Natasha giggles and follows, putting her hand in Ashley's. "I'm so excited," Natasha admits as they get closer to shore. Ashley swings their hands and beams at her. "Me too," she admits. "What are you most excited for?" Natasha licks her lips. "Getting double penetrated by Mario and Adrian. I bet it's going to be so much better, so much hotter, with two real dicks. And I'm looking forward to fooling around with you, too. You've never really done anything with a woman before?" Ashley shakes her head. They reach their things, and they turn and watch their husbands as they talk in the waist-deep water. Natasha squeezes her hand, so she looks over at her. She licks her lips and whispers, "It's really different than being with a man. Kissing feels different when your partner doesn't grow facial hair, and all the curves match yours, and they smell like flowers and conditioner. And whenever I'm with a woman, the sex has always been… slower and steadier, almost. Not as intense. Since we can just keep coming and coming, and not wait for the sensitivity to pass like men have to, and we know how to make a pussy feel good instinctively, it makes it all feel so different. The orgasms are softer, too, and they build and build. So if I fuck you how I want to, you probably won't come as hard as you do with Adrian until I've made you come two or three times over an hour or two. But you will come a bunch of times, and I think it'll feel really different, in a good way. And the boys will probably be exhausted and covered in multiple rounds of their cum by the time we're really revving up." "Wow," Ashley breathes with a chuckle, her pussy pulsing at Natasha's words. "That sounds really hot." "Yeah?" Natasha's eyes sparkle. Ashley nods, but bites her lip as her doubts return. "But I should be honest with you. The idea of you making me come is hot to me right now, but I can't promise how I'll react once we actually do it. And I don't know how I'll react once I try to return the favor." Natasha nods, and turns to watch as their husbands start towards them, erections gone. "That's okay. I know this is all new to you, and we'll only do what makes us comfortable and feel good." "Thanks," Ashley responds shyly. Their husbands grin as they approach them. "You're both so hot," Adrian purrs, shooting her a wink and pulling her into his body to kiss her forehead. "I can't believe I get to have sex with both of you this week!" Mario laughs and smacks Adrian's shoulder. "And at the same time, too!" "I'm even putting up with your ugly mug, which says a lot," Adrian teases Mario, who whoops and pulls Adrian into an impromptu wrestling fit. They laugh hard as they fuck with each other, and Ashley and Natasha laugh and roll their eyes as they pick up their things and pull their dresses back on. Soon, the boys calm down and they all walk back to the resort, couples holding hands, silent and eager. They get into the elevator, still quiet since there's a very visible camera there. "I think we need to shower first," Adrian muses when they're going up. "Get all the sea salt off us and get ready for bed." "The shower looked very luxurious," Natasha coos, leaning into her husband's arms. Ashley shoots her a wink, and then they file out of the elevator and go to the entrance to their suite. As soon as she's inside, Ashley pulls off her dress, feeling her heart already pumping eagerly. "Anyone need to use the bathroom before we all shower?" "Depends, are we indulging Mario at all?" Natasha purrs, looking over at him as she takes off her dress, too. "Ooh, yes, I do really need to pee! Good thing we went at the restaurant." He wiggles eagerly. "I'm game, and I only have pee in me," Ashley shrugs. "I'll take a moment to use the bathroom, so why don't we use your shower?" Adrian says bashfully to Mario. Ashley smirks at him and he goes into their bathroom. Mario takes the women's hands, and pulls them to the kitchen, boner leading him. "Let's chug water," he suggests as he fills a few of the very tall glasses. He hands Natasha one, and she chugs it quickly, and Ashley does the same. "I know Natasha drank a lot during dinner, did you?" He says once he's swallowed the whole glass. She thinks hard and nods. "Yeah, I was thirsty, and I think I got a few glasses down. I do kind of need to go now." "Okay, then you should be really feeling it in fifteen or so minutes. Nat?" he asks, eyes dilated and cock pressing out in his briefs. "I knew we'd swim later, so I drank a bunch just in case you wanted to be naughty," she winks. Mario exhales shakily and grins. He fills their glasses again and they take them with giggles at his eagerness. "Ash, when we get to the bungalow, would you be up for peeing in places outside of the bathroom?" Mario asks, licking his lips. She nods. "Natasha talked me through what you like. And it doesn't immediately repulse me, and the ones you're into don't make problems for anyone but you, so yeah, sure! I'll try it. Maybe Adrian or I will really like it. And seeing you so into it is hot, too." He beams and his cock twitches in his briefs. Ashley and Natasha crack up at the sight, and he rolls his eyes. Adrian wanders back with hair ties and beams. "Ready?" "Yes!" Ashley giggles, dashing towards Mario and Natasha's area as she puts up her hair. "Mario is very, very ready, as we can all tell." She and Natasha laugh again and he smirks. "I'm about to watch my wife and another gorgeous woman piss, I don't care if you make fun of me for my boner!" They all laugh as they go into the bathroom. "Aren't we stripping?" Adrian asks as Ashley goes to turn on the water. "We should rinse off the bathing suits, then we can wear them tomorrow," she says as she tries out all the controls on the side of the huge shower. She feels Adrian step up behind her and press a kiss to her shoulder. She finds a setting that has all the shower heads shoulder-height and below only going off, so she makes the water warm. "Are you excited, baby?" Adrian murmurs, kissing along her shoulder slowly. "So excited," she beams, winking at him over her shoulder. The water's ready. "Let's go, everyone!" Adrian says as he tests it out. They eagerly squeeze in. "Oh, these shower heads are amazing!" Natasha sighs as she's impacted by three down the center of her body. "Can we get naked now?" Mario asks as his hands roam up and down the curve of Natasha's side. They crack up and start taking off their newly dampened bathing suits. Ashley eagerly takes in the familiar sight of her husband's body, and feels herself get wetter at seeing Natasha's dark curves and Mario's rippling tan muscles after so long. "Oh, I forgot how hot you two are," Natasha winks at them. "All those sinewy muscles and those big old boobies!" Ashley and Adrian crack up, and Mario and Natasha laugh along when Ashley dramatically shakes her chest and trills, "Boooobies!" Natasha mimics her and they all laugh harder. Finally, their bathing suits are slung over the top of the glass walls that line the shower, and Adrian reaches for the body wash in the shower. "Why don't we scrub each other up, hmmm?" he waggles his eyebrows. "You always want to scrub me up when we shower," Ashley teases. "Can you blame him?" Mario winks as he holds out his hand. "Well, I could scrub you first," Adrian says as he puts some body wash in his hand before handing the bottle to Mario. "And then, if everyone's cool with it, we could swap partners. I mean, Mario's gonna be fucking you and I'll be fucking Natasha later tonight or in the next few days, so we could start getting acquainted with each other's bodies a little bit." "That's a great idea," Mario winks, putting the bottle aside. "What do you guys think?" Ashley feels a rush of heat go through her. "I'm interested to see what Natasha means about those physical therapist's hands." "And Ashley always goes on about how gentle Adrian is and shit like that," she giggles as she turns off the water. "Sounds like we're all agreeing," Adrian beams, and then he gives her a blazing look and brings his soapy hands to her wet skin. "Mmm, Ash…" She sighs as his hands travel over her, skimming her stomach and back. She settles her hands at his strong shoulders and watches his face as he takes in her body. He hums and pulls her up against him, sliding his hands to her back and roaming deliciously over her. "Oh, Adrian," she breathes when he squeezes her ass and soaps her up. "You're so sexy," he smirks, and then he pulls her into a kiss that leaves her breathless and makes her clit swell. When he pulls away, she's panting and pliant as he turns her around. She opens her eyes as sees Mario soaping up Natasha just like how Adrian was, hands all over her big ass, and watching each other so steamily. Adrian's hands keep moving over her, one rising to cup her breast and the other to her little bush. He squeezes her breast and she moans. "Mmm, open up, baby," he coos, and she lifts a leg and rests her foot on a nearby ledge, and she moans as Adrian's soapy fingers start running up her labia. Mario and Natasha glance over and smirk. "Ooh, did someone get a wax for us?" she teases, shifting to match their pose and sighing when Mario squeezes her tits again. Ashley nods and blushes. "I thought the pain would be worth the dozens of orgasms, and it'd look hot on camera." "You thought right, mami," Mario winks. "Did you get waxed, too?" she asks Natasha, cooing as Adrian's fingers slide up and down her inner slit. "I really don't get that much body hair," Natasha says, tilting her head as Mario sucks on her neck. "It's great, since my pussy and legs never need to be shaved, but I always need to pencil in eyebrows. Thank god for waterproof eyebrow pencils!" Ashley laughs with her, but their laughter quiets when their husbands amp up their caresses. "Oh, Adrian, mmmm," she whispers when he pinches her nipple and starts rubbing across her clit slowly. He exhales and grinds harder into her, his long cock pressing into her ass. She hears Natasha moaning, too, and sees Mario's fingering her slowly as she curls her leg up. "Mmm, let's cool off a little," Ashley pants, lowering her leg again. "Swap partners?" "Yes!" Natasha beams, and they cross in the shower. Mario smiles at her, and she stops for a moment, suddenly feeling awkward. "You okay?" he asks, holding out his hands. She puts hers in them and bites her lip. "I think so. Just nervous." "Let's do this, then," he says, putting a hand at her waist and gently guiding her towards their lovers. Adrian and Natasha are in the same predicament, eager and turned on but feeling unsure. "Maybe we should ease into the easing, too," Mario says as he twirls around her so he and Adrian are standing next to each other with them in front. "See, now we're all together again." He meets Natasha's eyes. She takes a deep breath, and steps up to Adrian. "Okay?" she asks as she puts her hands on his shoulders. "Yeah," he smiles warmly. He meets Ashley's eyes. "We're all having fun with our friends." Her nervousness releases and she beams. "Okay, show me those hands!" she tells Mario. He laughs but steps towards her and puts them on her waist. He's shorter than Adrian, but much broader. She runs her hands down over his chest and arm muscles with awe. "How are you so ripped?" Mario laughs and slides his hands up to softly cradle her breasts. Warmth echoes from his hands, and she inhales as he massages her, so differently than how Adrian touches her. "I lift and shit, you know. I also like fucking Natasha against things, so I try to make sure I won't kill us picking her up." She laughs, feeling her breasts pebble as his firm and experienced hands caress her more firmly that Adrian does. "Adrian and I try to limit the standing-up sex, but it is really fun when we do it." "Well," he waggles his eyebrows and pulls back to pinch on her nipples, making her bite her lower lip, "when we have sex, we can do it standing up if you want. I've never managed to get Natasha to squirt that way, since I can't hold her up for more than ten or so minutes and getting her to squirt's the best kind of marathon, but I bet we could do it." "That'd be fun," she says, letting her hands fall to his picture-perfect abs as she glances over to her husband and Natasha. She's facing them and smirking as she watches, one hand resting right on Adrian's abs and the other tweaking her nipple as Adrian stares down at her ass, one of his big hands roaming over it as the other holds her stomach gently. "I think our husbands are fascinated by our unique assets," Natasha giggles. "No shame," Mario smirks. "The last time I got to play with boobs this big was freshman year of college." "Really?" Ashley laughs, feeling her pussy swell at his touch and the sight of Adrian and Natasha. He nods. "All my girlfriends were in the itty bitty titty committee. I mean, don't get me wrong, I fucking love Nat's tits, I love it when she doesn't wear a bra out, but it's nice to experience the opposite." "Are you excited to titfuck me? Adrian finds it super hot," Ashley teases, running her hands up and down his chest, making sure to scratch lightly over his nipples. Mario licks his lips, staring at her breasts as he touches them. "It must feel amazing, they're so soft and tender… and it always looks really hot in porn…" "How are you doing back there, Adrian?" Natasha asks, arching her back into his hand. "I'm great," he says absently, which makes everyone crack up. "God, I've never gotten to touch an ass like this… Ashley's almost got the biggest ass out of all my exes, and hers doesn't feel anything like yours…" "Oh, really? Can I see?" Mario asks. Ashley beams and turns so she's facing Natasha. Mario's hands slides down her back and gropes her ass. "Oh, I see what you mean… it's denser, and warmer… No wonder you like spanking her so much!" They laugh. Ashley bites her lip as Mario explores her curves, one hand still at her breast. She explores, too; his ass is so muscular, and softer than she expected, and when she wraps her hand around his cock, he chuckles and shifts so she has easier access. "Wow, you're really thick," she murmurs, fascinated at how his cock has the same texture as Adrian's, but looks so different and hangs so uniquely. And he seems to have different sensitive spots, more at the top part of his head and right at the base, than Adrian does. "Ooh, that twist motion is nice," he says as she does something Adrian always likes. "You can play with my balls, too, if you want." "Don't be shy, they can take a lot," Natasha winks as she runs her hand up and down Adrian's cock, too, as he watches and squeezes a nipple. Ashley tries, and when she does her normal strokes she would on Adrian, Mario just opens his legs wider and turns her so she's facing him. "Go harder, mami, don't be afraid…" "Be gentle with Adrian's," she tells Natasha, "For him, less is definitely more, especially with the ridge of the head of his cock…" "Squeeze Mario's base more, he really likes that…" The men breathe hard as their wives teach each other to jerk them off, both of them bringing their hands to the women's breasts and teasing them. The sensations are so different with Mario, and everything feels so sharp and new. Both in good and bad ways; she realizes with Adrian, his knowledge of her body and their love is so thorough that he arouses her much more and much faster. But the new sensations are interesting. "Okay, that's enough of that," Mario groans when she's combined both hands on him. He pulls her hands off and steps a little back, and Adrian does the same. His cock is the shade of dark red he gets when he's really turned on. "Why don't we tease you two a little bit?" "Okay," Ashley giggles. As she shifts back, her bladder twinges, hard. "Wait, I really need to pee.” "Me too, I've been holding it until you said something," Natasha says, licking her lips and shifting her weight. "Oh, fuck," Mario pants, suddenly flushed. "Let's give our husbands a show," Natasha says teasingly. "How do we do this?" Ashley asks, shifting as her muscles work hard to hold. She bites her lip as a wave of desperation hits her. She hears Mario exhale hard and sees Natasha smirk. "I think for the first time, why don't we try seeing how far we can pee standing up? Mario really likes that position." She takes her arm and leads her to step back to the other wall. She hears Mario talk to Adrian behind them. "So what do you think of watching this, bro?" "I'm not sure. I forgot to look up pee porn before this trip, so I don't really know how I'll react." Adrian's softly jerking himself off as Ashley follows Natasha's lead, leaning on the wall and standing with her legs apart. "Well, you like watching Ash squirt, right? And having her be slutty, right?" Mario asks, his eyes entranced on their pussies as they shift. Adrian hums his agreement, and Mario nods. "It'll look just like she's squirting, but for longer. But you know she's doing something really naughty where she shouldn't. That's why it's hot." "Okay, so hold your pussy lips apart with your fingers, like this, and try to aim as you pee. Ready to try?" Natasha beams, showing her on her own pouting labia. Ashley nods and mimics her, holding apart her bare flesh and feeling her bladder ache. Natasha looks over at the boys, shifting a little on her feet and lengthening her body. "Ready to watch?" "Fuck, yes," Mario groans, his hands clenching and unclenching next to his hips. "Sure," Adrian says good naturedly, his hand moving leisurely up and down his cock. "Okay, pee!" Natasha says to Ashley. Ashley takes a breath and concentrates on the pressure in her bladder. This is just like when she pees in the shower, she thinks to herself as nothing comes out. She huffs and thinks hard, and gets an idea. "Wait, let me…" She squats and tries pushing again, and finally it releases. She gasps as the piss squirts from her hard and out and a little yellow, and stands up quickly when Natasha squeals and Mario exhales quickly. "Oh, I really needed to go…" she gasps as she holds her lips apart, watching her stream go out in a strong line before hitting the tile in the middle of the shower. "Good girl," Natasha breathes, and she sees another stream, clearer and fatter, hitting farther away. She follows it up, and her mouth falls open as she sees the piss fiercely squirting from the little hole right between Natasha's fat clit and her gorgeously pink slit. Natasha licks her lips and looks between Ashley's cunt and face, and pushes harder and shifts a little. "Wow," she awes as Natasha's stream goes farther and hits Mario's foot. "Fuck, baby girl, yes," he pants, and she sees him ogling them both with a lust that she only sees from Adrian when he's about to come, his cock twitching hard in front of him. She looks at Adrian, sees him staring slack jawed between both the pissing pussies, his hand still on his hard cock. She licks her lips at his arousal, and suddenly the relief of emptying her very full bladder feels sharper and deeper. Her cunt clenches with arousal, and she pushes her piss harder out towards Adrian, starting to like how her thin squirting fountain goes so far from her pussy. Her pee runs out, and she pouts as her stream dies and thins back to her wet lips, but wallows in the relief of an empty bladder. Natasha's ends soon after, but she gets one more long squirt out before sighing deeply and closing her legs. Their big puddle finishes going down the drain. Ashley suddenly laughs as she realizes what she just did; she just peed in front of her husband, and her best friend and her husband, all for sex! Her pussy swells at realizing this is a whole new incredibly slutty thing she's done. "What did you think?" Natasha coos. "I feel like I could come right now," Mario growls and breathes hard. "That was so hot. Holy shit!" "Don't you need to piss, too?" Natasha purrs. "Why don't you piss all over my ass, tiger?" Mario growls and steps towards her quickly, hand at his cock. Ashley moves next to Adrian and they watch as Natasha turns teasingly, her gaze flaring as she watches her husband, arching her back so her ass points at him. "God, I love you so fucking much, Nat.." Mario pants dropping to his knees and licking at her pussy. Ashley realizes he's cleaning the piss from her with a pang. He stands again and aims his erection, concentrating as he pants. His whole body tenses, and Natasha stills and watches eagerly, and then a thin stream of piss is shooting high from his head. "Let me piss on your sexy body, yesss…" He aims his hard cock, and then his strong stream is falling onto the small of Natasha's back and cascading over the huge globes of her ass. "Oh, yes, that feels so hot, Mario!" Natasha gasps, spreading her legs wider. Ashley sees some of Mario's piss drip from her thick labia, and feels her clit twitch. "I can't believe he can piss with a boner," Adrian murmurs under his breath as they watch in awe. "I can't believe how much he's pissing," she awes. "Turn around, I want to piss on your tits and pussy," Mario growls, his stream coming out stronger as he softly waves his cock around to piss all over her wide hips. "Yes, baby," Natasha mewls, flipping quickly and lifting one leg onto the ledge to expose her pink pussy at him. "Oh, fuck!" she gasps as soon as his fast stream starts impacting onto her chest, the liquid rippling and falling over her perky breasts and hard nipples, clear as water and pebbling on her dark skin. He points down and she moans as his stream hits her clit directly. Mario's face is one of a man lost in lust, staring at where his piss hits the body of his lover. Natasha scrambles to pull her lips aside, so his stream hits the opening of her pussy. She moans low and long, and Mario groans as his cock bobs and messily sprays pee off target. He aims again, and they both pant as his long stream wets her already very wet vulva, marking every inch of her clit and pussy with his piss. He finally runs out of pee, and lets his hard cock drop to its natural place. "You're the sexiest woman in the world, Natasha," he growls as she settles back to standing. Natasha beams and reaches around him to turn on the water as she meets his lips in a steamy, passionate kiss. Ashley and Adrian break out of their daze. Mario turns to them, ecstatic in his kink and arousal. "What did you think?" "Of which part?" Ashley asks absently. "All of it!" Natasha laughs. Adrian meets her eyes with a dazed expression and blinks hard. "That was one of the weirdest sexy things I've ever seen. I never thought I'd find watching my wife piss like that sexy. And I never thought I'd find it sexy to watch a man piss on his woman. I don't know how to feel…" Natasha and Mario crack up. "Well, you're supposed to find it hot, we're posing and showing off our pussies on purpose, and Mario was pissing on me like it was the hottest thing!" Natasha laughs as she rinses the drops of piss from her body and the floor. "What did you think, Ash?” She gathers herself and shifts her thighs across each other as her clit thumps. "It was fun to see my pee go like that, I think. And I think I liked watching Mario piss on you, especially with that huge boner. But I really liked how slutty it felt. And how slutty it looks like it felt to have Mario piss on you. Like I'm a dirty whore showing off my cunt, and you were a slut for every part of him." "Yes, girl! Oh, we're going to have such a blast in the bungalow!" Natasha beams. "Do you think you'd want to try pissing on each other, too? Or on us, or getting pissed on by us?" Ashley turns to Adrian. "Can you piss with a boner?" He shakes his head. "No, but maybe I should start learning to. That was… surprisingly arousing." Natasha giggles. "We'll try it all in due time." She reaches over Ashley and turns off the water. "Now, why don't we dry off and put those big cocks to good use, hmm? I don't know about you, but I'm so incredibly turned on." "Fuck, yes, I'm so horny," Ashley gasps, jumping out of the shower and grabbing the towels. She throws one at Mario and Adrian quickly takes hers and starts patting her dry, squeezing her skin hard. "Oh, Adrian, mmm… so what do we want to do?" "Should we swing? I need a cock in me now, and I don't care which one, but since we already started down that road…" Natasha purrs as Mario dries her off hungrily. "Yes, let's do that," Ashley pants, yanking the towel from Adrian and rubbing it over his body. He licks his lips and presses his cock into her ass. "How does that sound, baby?" "Great," he smirks before meeting Natasha's eyes. "Can you do that twerking thing on me?" She laughs and nods as she dries off her husband. Ashley giggles, too. "You'll love how his cock feels against your G Spot, Nat." Natasha winks. "And you'll love how Mario can just pick you and fuck you any way you want until you squirt everywhere!" Ashley laughs and feels her body rush with eagerness. As soon as they're all dry, they quickly run out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. Adrian runs and grabs towels from their bathroom while they get the bed ready, throwing aside the pillows. He brings them back and he and Mario spread them out on the big bed. Ashley and Natasha scramble on it and get on their backs. "Let's get ready to rummmmmmble!" Ashley trills as she shakes her chest. They all crack up and their husbands crawl onto the bed. "This is so cool," Adrian beams as he settles between Natasha's spread legs. "It is," Mario breathes as he takes the place at Ashley's pelvis, his eyes roaming over her body while hers greedily take in his almost unbelievable muscles. They all pause and look at each other. "Thank you," Ashley whispers. "This is going to be great, and I'm so happy we're all so close that we can share this with each other." "Yeah," Natasha beams, reaching to squeeze Ashley's hand. "Now, if everyone's okay, let's remind ourselves of what it's like to fuck people apart from our spouses!" They crack up. "To sharing our wives with our best friends!" Mario bellows to Adrian, who grins. "To sharing our husbands with our best friends!" Ashley mimics, making Natasha laugh and smile happily. "All right, let's go, mami," Mario winks, grabbing his cock at the base and lowering himself onto her. She breathes deeply as they figure this out; the height difference means her legs need to go somewhere new, and her hips are closer to the bed than Natasha's since her butt isn't as big, but soon, Mario's leaning easily on an elbow while bringing his cock to her pussy. "Ready?" he smiles warmly. She nods, her pussy clenching at the knowledge a cock is near, and brings her legs a little higher on his hips. Mario bites down on his lower lip and guides his cock into her. "Ohhh…" she breathes as he enters her. She can immediately tell he's thicker than Adrian and doesn't have a curve; her G Spot feels like it trembles for a direct tap it won't get, but her walls sing at the extra stretch. "Wow, I forgot how different pussies feel," Mario laughs as he presses himself entirely into her, bringing his other elbow to rest on the other side of her. "Right?" Adrian chuckles next to them. Her eyes smash open and she looks over; he's biting his lip as he presses his cock into Natasha's rosy pink slit, and she's sighing deeply as he goes. "You weren't kidding when you said he'd hit my G Spot, fuck…" she murmurs, turning her head to look at Ashley. "And I can't believe you take a cock this thick every day," Ashley laughs, gasping when Mario starts moving. "And she's just as tight as the day she first let me lick that pussy!" Mario winks. They crack up, and settle in as they get used to each other. Soon, they're panting and keeping a steady pace. "Fuck, bro, your wife has one sweet cunt, damn! How are you so wet?!" Mario laughs when she starts clamping down, realizing timing it right makes the thick head of his cock pass her G Spot. Ashley laughs and clamps harder, making his huge muscles quiver as he sucks in a breath. "Bro, your wife has one sweet cunt, too!" Adrian teases with a laugh, looking over and watching her pussy suck Mario's cock in. He licks his lips and meets Natasha's eyes. "How are you clamping down in that pattern?" She must do something since she smirks and bites down on her lower lip and Adrian's eyes roll back. "Fu-uck, you gotta teach Ash how to do that..." She laughs and turns to Ashley. "I don't know about you, but I'm all warmed up… why don't we start having some fun with these cocks?" "Ooh, yes!" she giggles. She turns to Mario, her mind whizzing suddenly. "Can we try some positions? Adrian's cock makes me come so hard, but the curve he has and the way my pussy is shaped makes some positions kinda uncomfortable, and I don't think I'll have the same problem with you." "Sure, mami," he smirks, pulling out and sitting back on his haunches. His cock's covered in her wetness, which gives her a deep satisfaction. She rolls off the bed and looks around. Adrian's rolled to be where she just was, his big cock bobbing and moist with Natasha's pussy juice, which gives her a shock of lust, and Natasha's arranging herself over him, tossing her legs to straddle his hips in reverse cowgirl. "Ooh, I want to watch this," she coos, turning to face them. She looks over at Mario. "Can you fuck me standing up from behind?" "Yeah, mami, that sounds hot, we can watch Natasha twerk on Adrian!" He bounds off the bed over to her, putting his hands on her hips. "Okay, let's go!" Natasha trills, giving Ashley and her husband a wink before turning to look at Adrian. "Give a sister a hand, hmmm?" He smirks and grabs his fat cock at the base and guides it to her pussy again. Ashley feels Mario's cock at her entrance again, and she sighs as he presses back into her and she watches Natasha's pink and brown lips swallow her husband's gorgeous cock. "Damn, you feel really big this way, shit!" Natasha pants as she gets him all the way in. Ashley leans down on her elbows and gasps as it tightens her cunt around Mario, making him feel extra big and start swiping over her G Spot. "Ohhh, this is it, yes!" "Fuck," he says, settling his hands on her ass and starting to move inside her. "Shit, Nat," Adrian pants, putting his hands on her big ass and squeezing. The sight of his long fingers pressing into Natasha's dark, soft flesh rockets arousal through Ashley. "Look at our husbands, speechless with some big asses to hold on to," she jokes, biting down on her lower lip as Mario starts bucking into her a little harder. He chuckles and grabs onto her ass harder. Natasha tosses her head back and laughs. "And I haven't even started twerking yet!" She's still moving slowly over Adrian's cock, probably getting used to his size and shape inside her. Adrian chuckles, still watching her as she moves over him. "Anytime you wanna start is fine," he coos, looking over at Ashley. "How’re you doing?" he murmurs softly, his eyes dilated with lust and amusement. "Awesome," she whispers with a grin. "You?" "Awesome," he echoes. She leans forward, pulling off Mario, and kisses Adrian for a warm second before going back to where she was. "Sorry, keep going," she tells Mario over her shoulder. "Don't apologize for being adorable with your husband, mami," he smiles, holding his cock and getting back into her. "Now, let's fuck proper, hmm?" "Yes!" Ashley beams, and then he really starts fucking her harder, dragging his thick cock over her G Spot and making her cunt tremble with pleasure. "Aah, that feels great, oh!" She opens her eyes and sees Natasha's fucking Adrian faster now, panting as she drags herself on and off him. "Okay," she gasps, clenching her hands on Adrian's thighs, "ready, Adrian?" "Give it to him, baby girl," Mario groans from behind Ash. "Ride him real hard, gorgeous!" Natasha giggles and takes a deep breath and then she starts, and Ashley and Adrian moan at the exact same moment, watching her gorgeous ass, so curvy and fleshy, start bouncing on top of him. The sight sends a shock of lust through Ashley and she feels her pussy get wetter. "Oh, that's so fucking hot…" "Shit," Adrian pants, grabbing at the bed as he stares at her ass bouncing on top of him. "Fuck, that's so sexy, and it feels like…" Natasha leans the tiniest bit forward, which arches her ass out just a little more, and Adrian groans and lifts his hands to press his hair back. "You like riding him, baby girl?" Mario purrs, fucking Ashley firmly and making her steadily climb between his cock and the sight of her husband coming undone. "Mmm, yes," Natasha purrs, looking like she's loving the motion just as much as Adrian. "You know my pussy likes riding a cock like this…" Their dirty talk shoots arousal through Ashley, and she feels her cunt start to tighten and heat more. "Why don't you give her a good spank, Adrian?" Ashley pants, focusing on the feelings passing through her vulva as Mario's cock stretches her and swipes over her G Spot and his balls smack into her clit. "I know you're a naughty boy that likes spanking big asses on sexy sluts… and Nat's being a slut, twerking on a cock that isn't her husband's, aren't you?" Natasha's eyes flutter shut and she moans at Ashley's words. "Yes, and I love it…" "Fuck, yes," Ashley mewls, seeing her orgasm pop up in the distance, starting to bubble right in her G Spot. "Spank that ass, baby, make it shake…" Adrian's eyes blaze and he brings his hand down in a loud smack right on Natasha's right cheek, making it shake gorgeously and making Natasha shiver with sensation. He does it again, a little harder, and she moans and bucks against him. "That's right, baby girl," Mario growls, fucking Ashley harder and squeezing her ass harder. "Natasha's a slut for spanking now, too… you were right, bro, some women just love feeling like sluts and getting punished like them…" Adrian's eyes flash and he glances over. "Spank my slut wife," he growls, meeting Ashley's desperate gaze. "Look at her, getting fucked by another man and getting so wet from watching her husband get ridden and spanking another woman…" She feels a sharp smack land on her ass and she gasps as the sting mixes with her arousal. "Aaah, yes! I'm a slut, ah!" Another lands and she pants as the pleasure starts coiling. Adrian growls and lands another spank on Natasha, and her moans mix with Ashley's. "Spank my wife again," Mario groans. "Spank her harder, she's being a slut, aren't you?" "Yes!" Natasha pants, yelping and moving faster when Adrian lands another hard spank on her fleshy ass. "Ah! I love how my husband's watching, and how the wife of the man I'm fucking is watching too… are you getting turned on, watching me ride your husband?" "Fuck, yes," Ashley purrs, moaning hard when Mario lands another spank on her. "Aah, it looks so good, it feels so good…" "Mmm, I'm getting close, watching my wife be a slut, and fucking another gorgeous slut…" Mario pants, landing another spank that makes Ashley's breath catch and her orgasm swell within reach. "Fuck, me too…" Adrian growls, one hand squeezing Natasha's ass while the other keeps landing sharp smacks on the other side. He glances over at Ashley. "I want you to come on his cock, Ash, squirt all over him like a slut!" "Aaah," she pants, everything starting to twist. She pulls off Mario and turns around. "Pick me up and fuck me, please!" "Si, mami," he growls, and suddenly she's up in the air, so she scrambles to hold on, and then when her arms are tight around him and his arms are hooked under her knees, Mario turns them around so she can watch her husband, and then Natasha's pulling off Adrian and he's scrambling to lean on the headboard, and then Mario's cock is inside her and she moans as his thick cock stretches her in his position she's never fucked in, her nerves trembling in pleasure. "Aaah, you're so big, fuck!" She watches as Natasha mounts Adrian in traditional cowgirl, and she immediately starts grinding down on his desperately with a loud groan. "Ohhh, God!" And then Mario's literally lifting her on and off his cock, dragging her tight and wet walls over him and she screams at the intense feeling, and then Adrian's hands are so tight on Natasha's gorgeous ass while she rides him and he's bucking up into her, too. "Yes, Adrian, fuck her!" Ashley gasps, meeting Adrian's eyes as he helps Natasha fuck his cock. "Use your big cock, fuck it into her G Spot so she comes all over you, baby…" "Aah!" Natasha mewls, turning and meeting Ashley's desperate gaze. She sees she's coming undone, too. "Fuck her harder, Mario, drag that wet cunt on your fat cock until she squirts all over you…" The men groan and somehow everything speeds up and Ashley and Natasha moan uncontrollably. Mario's cock is hitching on her G Spot just right like this and his abs rub over her aching clit perfectly. "Aaah, I'm gonna come!" she gasps, desperately watching her husband fucking her best friend to orgasm. "Me too," Natasha pants, her hands so tight on Adrian's shoulders and her perky tits bouncing as she grinds on the cock Ashley loves so much. Natasha watches her desperately, the lust overflowing. "I want to watch you come, please, squirt all over my husband's cock, please, Ash!" The look in her eyes, and then Adrian's when he licks his lips and takes in the sight of his wife getting fucked like a slut, makes the bubble of pleasure inside her explode. "Aa-AAAH!!!! Ohhhhhhhh fuck!!!!" Her whole body shakes and trembles, and her cunt pulses fiercely on Mario's thick cock as he continues to pull her on and off, and her pussy gushes a huge squirt of liquid that splashes all over his pelvis and soaks his cock and puddles on the floor as she moans and gasps as the pleasure rockets through her. And then she hears Natasha moaning uncontrollably, "Fuck fuck fuck YE-ESSSS!!!!", so loudly, and the men groaning their approval, and then Ashley's on her back on the bed next to Natasha, both panting, and she sees Mario and Adrian kneeling over them, jerking off their cocks fiercely. "I want your cum," Natasha gasps deliciously. "I want to you come on our tits and then lick it off, big boys…" "Come on us," she pants, lifting her hands to squeeze her breasts. "Come all over us, squirt your cum on your slutty wives…" Adrian's hand stutters on his cock and it twitches in his grip, and Mario gives a sexy low groan, and then they both start coming; Mario, with fast panting breaths as he pushes down the base of his cock with his hand, his fat cock covered in her squirt jerking hard and shooting those thick sexy globs of cum over Natasha's stomach and breasts, and then Adrian, with a shaking sigh as he jerk his hand quick and fast and tight right over the ridge of his head and guiding his bobbing cock as it shoots those delicious streak of cum over her breasts and collarbones, over and over, until they're drenched and the men are heaving for breath with their gorgeous cocks satisfied and with dews of semen at their tips. "Oh, yes," Natasha moans when they're done and looking over them adoringly. Ashley glances over and sees her rubbing the cum into her breasts. "Look at all this cum…" Ashley giggles, and Natasha looks over and smirks, flipping to her side and rubbing the cum into Ashley's skin. "Doesn't it feel good, Ash? Rubbing all this cum you fucked so hard for into your sexy tits?" Ashley nods, sighing at the feeling of Natasha's soft hand sliding slickly over her breasts. "God, you two are so fucking hot," Adrian pants. Ashley sees he's crawling over to her slowly. "Baby girl, we're supposed to lick that off you," Mario teases, breathing hard as he curls over his wife and starts sucking the cum off her tits. "Mmm, yes!" Natasha giggles, arching up into her husband's mouth. "Ashley, baby," Adrian coos, pressing a kiss to her mouth warmly as he moves over her. "You're so incredible, I love you so much…" "Adrian," she sighs, loving the look in his eyes as he rounds her head and brings his mouth to her skin. He winks at her as he starts lapping up all the cum on her chest. "Oh, that feels so good…" The men murmur soft words to their lovers as they gently clean them up, until finally they curl together in warm hugs. "Oh," Ashley sighs when Adrian's pulled her into him, spooning her gently from behind with his arms wrapped around her. Natasha and Mario are laying the same way and facing them, looking so sated and comfortable. "That was so awesome," Natasha breathes, meeting Ashley's eyes. She grins back and nods. "I guess there really is something to be said for this whole swinging thing." They all laugh together. ---------------------------------------- "Ready?" Adrian asks gently, raising an eyebrow playfully. Ashley smirks and nods. They've just finished packing everything up in their resort suite and taking everything down to the taxi that's taking them to the plane to the smaller island of Kauai. "Everything's packed up." "No, I meant for the next few days," he laughs. Ashley bites down on her lip. The past few days had been very fun; for example, they spent one day visiting the volcano and walking easily around the national park, and spent the evening partaking in very enthusiastic group sex. They started off taking turns at having Ashley and Natasha be the center of attention again; Mario went down on Natasha expertly while Ashley kissed her breasts and neck as she laid down and Adrian photographed them, until she came hard with a sexy gasp. Then they did the same for Ashley, but with Natasha licking her clit, Mario kissing her tits and neck, and Adrian fingering her as he took one-handed pictures, until she came fiercely onto them. Then, two of Adrian's fantasies were fulfilled; Ashley and Natasha gave him a blowjob together, teasing him with their tongues, and when Natasha took him so deep into her throat, Ashley licked naughtily at his soft balls and teased his ass with a finger, until he moaned desperately and shot his cum all over their faces. All the while, Mario was buzzing around, taking pictures or being naughty and sliding his hard, hard cock into both Ashley and Natasha's pussies, offered so eagerly as they arched their backs to suck Adrian while on all fours. He eventually shot his own load all over his wife's fleshy ass. After the men cleaned up the cum off their wives, they shifted around a little, since both Ashley and Natasha were aching to come again. While the men were waiting to get hard again, Ashley and Natasha fooled around a little more; they got into a delicious 69 position and licked at each other's clits teasingly, only fingering each other with a few fingers to build up anticipation. Ashley really liked that--feeling Natasha's amazing and talented tongue on her hungry clit while suckling on her sweet little bud, and she got really turned on by the feedback cycle of sucking on a clit as hers was getting teased. Once the men were hard and had gotten their fill of more lesbian pictures, they slid their hard cocks into the cunts closest to them; Mario approached his wife's ass, so round and high above Ashley's head, and pressed his thick dick into her pussy. His tight balls teased Ashley's face, so she lifted a hand to squeeze and caress them as she kept licking Natasha's bud and making her gush more wetness onto them and moan on her hard clit. Adrian went to the other side and inserted his delicious boner into Ashley, making her gasp as his curved length stretched her out so well. Ashley groaned and twitched when he started moving, the head of his cock sliding over her G-Spot, and the combination of that with Natasha's licks and suckles made her quickly approach her orgasm. They all continued like that, fucking and sucking desperately, until Natasha came apart above Ashley, squirting over her face unexpectedly, and when she was done coming, it only took a few more minutes of sucking and fucking and dirty talk for Ashley to squirt her own orgasm all over Adrian's cock and Natasha's mouth. Once they got their senses back, the women eagerly teamed up to get the second round of orgasms from the men; they went down on Mario's cock together, sucking and licking him hard and teasing his ass too, while Adrian fucked their pliant and satisfied pussies from behind, until Mario panted and groaned as he buried his cock deep down his wife's throat as he came, and Adrian moaned and fucked his cock in and out of Ashley's cunt as he spewed cum all over her walls. They all lay tangled together as they caught their breaths, laughing easily and enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms. They kissed each other good night, and after cleaning up, Ashley and Adrian made tender love, riding his cock as he held her and shared sweet nothings, until they both came again and felt straight to sleep. "I am," she admits, blushing. "I'm excited to try those new things, and try old things with a new twist. Are you?" He nods and opens the door of the taxi for her, looking over at Mario and Natasha settling the room tab. "Definitely." Soon, they're all in the cab and rolling to the port. After all this time together, the four of them have settled quite a bit; there isn't the pressure to always be talking like there was at the beginning, and when they do talk, it comes easier. The ride over, Natasha sits next to Ashley, and they stalk each other and their husbands' instagrams and give feedback, which makes everyone laugh and feel better about themselves. After the half an hour drive, they pull up to the local terminal in the airport, and quickly check in and get to the gate for their local flight. A half an hour-long flight later, they arrive at the airport on the gorgeous, lush island. They pick up the rental car Ashley hired, and follow the GPS through a spectacular 45 minute drive next to the ocean. They exit the highway, and take tiny roads until they read the directions they were given. Ashley found this place on AirBnB and was awed by the pictures, and contacted the owners immediately, even despite the markup during the holiday season. They pull up to the property, sprawled over a few acres, and coo at the beautiful wooden home, very modern and classic still. The owners greet them, a smiley white couple in their sixties, who show them the whole property. It's definitely too big for the four of them, with four huge bedrooms, three equally huge bathrooms (and another outside), a pool, a multipurpose sports court, and a whole shack full of things to use on the beach. The owners tell them they were surprised to hear there'd be four of them ("it's usually just couples or huge families," the woman cooed. "Well, we're all awesome friends, and the vacation's funner and more affordable taking it together!" Mario laughed.) The agreement they all made was that they would cook for themselves (and the owners would stock the kitchen with expected items), and that they wouldn't need the cleaning until they left. Ashley puts in the second part of the security deposit, and the owners bid them goodbye and head off to wherever they must live regularly. "Holy shit," Natasha laughs in disbelief once they're all alone in the secluded property. She looks around in awe. "This is so gorgeous!" They all eagerly look around in all the nooks and crannies. They find unexpectedly nice things, like more toiletries and things to make their stay pleasant, and cleverly hidden things (a closet full of cleaning supplies hidden in a push-panel on the wall, another closet with extra pillows and towels and blankets). A little nervous, Ashley looks for any recording or video devices in the bedrooms and common areas, but doesn't find any, even after using some tricks she'd looked up on the internet. She instantly feels more relaxed. "Best part?" Mario beams as they all meet up in the living area. "No part of the house is fully carpeted!" Natasha laughs and smacks his arm. "Naughty! But yes, that is good. We'll just have to be sure to move the little carpets if we do anything." They all laugh eagerly. Then, Ashley's stomach rumbles. She pouts, making Adrian crack up and sweep them all into the kitchen. "Let's get some lunch in us! And then we can go have fun on the beach." He whips up some delicious sandwiches for them all out of ingredients in the fridge and they enjoy tall glasses of soda, and water, once Mario waggles his eyebrows and fills up a bunch of glasses for everyone. "It's my day, so we're all going to over-hydrate!" "We won't get water poisoning, right?" Adrian asks a little nervously as he gulps down the water. "Probably not," Mario shrugs between big sips. "You'd have to drink, like, gallons all at once and be working out really hard. And we just ate really salty food, so we should be okay, but if anyone gets light headed or nauseous, speak up." They finish eating and go put on their bathing suits. Knowing they'll be alone on the beach, Ashley breaks out her sluttiest bikini that always makes Adrian lick his lips, with a tiny thong bottom and a bra-like top that gives her awesome cleavage and leaves half her boobs out with tiny straps, all in a leopard print. She puts on her easy orange see through cover up, and freshens up in the bathroom and reapplies sunscreen as Adrian gets ready in their bedroom. "Ready, baby?" she asks as she finishes putting her hair back into a mermaid braid and walks out into the bedroom. "Yeah, I--" he starts before choking up. She giggles as he ogles her fiercely, looking so delectable himself in slim-fitting swimming trunks and with his curls tied back. "Fuck, Ash, you're wearing that one?" "Get the camera prepped!" she teases, giving him a wink as she pops out her hip and slips on her flip flops. "Are y'all ready?" she calls out as she goes out into the living area. "Almost!" Natasha calls. Mario's sitting on the couch, handsome in his trunks and sunglasses, and he whistles loudly when he sees her. "Damn, mami, you've been holding out on us!" She laughs hard, and yelps when Adrian pinches her ass softly as he follows her out. "She's been saving it for when there aren't kids around, haven't you?" "Maybe," she teases. "What are you all going on about?" Natasha asks, walking out into the living room. "Wow!" Ashley coos while the men gape at her. Natasha's wearing a true string bikini in white, her breasts almost entirely exposed behind the small triangles, and when she turns a little bit, they can see the bottom leaves most of her ass open. She beams and puts on the little cover up robe she had slung over her arm. "I've been saving this one, too," she winks as she struts to the kitchen. "One more glass for everyone?" "Yes, please," Mario purrs, zooming from the couch to her, grabbing a glass and taking a deep gulp. "I can't wait to watch the piss come out of your pussy…" A rush goes through Ashley at seeing them falling into their game they like so much. She glances over at Adrian and sees him smirking. He meets her eyes and raises his eyebrows. "If we're doing this, we're doing it all the way, right?" She giggles and reaches for his hand and leads him to joining the other couple as they down water and watch each other steamily. "Definitely." They each down another two tall glasses of water (Ashley already feels the urge starting a little), and fill the cooler the owners left with bottles of water from the fridge. They put on their sunglasses, grab their towels and other things for the water, take the camera, and walk the few hundred meters out the back balcony to the gorgeous beachfront. "Oh my god," she breathes, squeezing her husband's hand as the wide open ocean greets them, so gorgeously blue and calm. The beach extends so far on each side of them, and the only thing she can hear is their breathing, the waves, and the wind in the palms. "This is so fucking gorgeous," Adrian sighs, smiling so beautifully. "God, I'm so glad we decided to go on this vacation." "Let's go!" Mario whoops, starting to run over the sand. It's so white and fine it isn't even that hot. They all laugh and follow, bounding over the last hundred feet to the water. They spread out their towels, set up the umbrella, put out their things next to a patch of palms and boulders, and take the swimming boards and go out into the water. They revel in the beauty and pleasure of the ocean as they paddle out all together (their boards are very buoyant and tied together, just to be safe), and the water's quite calm. Suddenly, they see dolphins a few hundred feet away, bounding happily in the water. They get a little closer, and watch in awe as the dolphins jump as if they're auditioning for Sea World all around them. One even swims close enough for Natasha to touch, which makes her giggle gleefully. Eventually, the dolphins leave, and they spend a little more time swimming in the water, until they're tired but sated with the ocean. They all walk back together. "It's so gorgeous out here," Natasha sighs. She takes her hair out of the wrap she put it in slowly, undoing the wet cloth. She pulls off the swimming cap covering her braids and shakes them out. Ashley notes her bikini's size isn't the only reason she doesn't wear this in public; the white cloth has become somewhat see through from the water, and she can make out Natasha's dark nipples behind the triangles. The men notice, too, and Mario steps towards her. The air suddenly heats and Ashley's skin prickles as all theirs minds turn to the same thing. "I love this bikini on you, baby girl," he murmurs, putting his hands on her waist. Natasha licks her lips and turns into him. "Yeah?” Her voice lowers and her eyes hood. "Mhmm," he hums as he stares at her nipples, lowering his hands so they rest over the little knots at her hips. "It's so see through…and the white is turning me on…" "You look so incredible in this bathing suit, baby," she hears Adrian purr, feeling his hands slide over her hips as he approaches her from behind. His pelvis presses into her ass and he hums as he presses a kiss to her shoulder. A sigh escapes her as her skin warms. "You like it?" she whispers as she brings her hands over his. "Your ass looks so fucking hot," he growls, kissing up her neck. "Seeing you in this thong makes me want to do filthy things to you…" His mouth fixates on her pulse point and Ashley can't help but moan at her husband's lips suck on her. She hears Natasha give a sexy giggle, and Ashley sees her walking away from Mario, who's smirking and has a bulge in his briefs, and over to the cooler. She takes out two bottles of water and steps towards Ashley and Adrian. She hands one to Ashley with a smirk. "Are you thirsty?" She takes notice of her body; her mouth feels parched, but her bladder suddenly reminds her of all the water she drank before. The pressure collides with the sexual energy buzzing around them, and her pussy warms. "Kind of," she murmurs as she takes the bottle. "But I think I need to pee, too." A sly smile swells over Natasha's lush lips, and she looks over at Mario and Adrian. "I think we're ready to start our games, hmm?" She unscrews the bottle and takes a big swig. Ashley's heart thumps and she does the same, until Adrian takes the bottle halfway through. "Let's take a few pictures first," Adrian says when he finishes the bottle, giving his wife a steaming look as he reaches for the camera. "Those bathing suits need to go into the spank bank!" They crack up, and he smirks as he changes the memory card in the camera. Ashley hops over to Natasha, eager to be naughty. "How are you feeling?" she asks, biting her lip. Natasha takes a deep breath and shifts her thighs as she takes another bottle out. "I'm getting kind of desperate. But I really want to be bursting…" She opens it and takes another big gulp. When she's halfway through, she hands it to Ashley, who finishes quickly, her heart pounding. "Are we ready?" Mario beams, smacking his lips eagerly. His bulge has gotten bigger. Natasha smirks and nods before going to Adrian and motioning for him to give her the camera. "But let's get some pics of you boys before we start getting dirty!" Ashley squeals and the boys blush as she and Natasha start making them pose, getting pictures of them flexing and with the ocean, both PG and not. (A little butt wiggle from Ashley, nipple flashing from Natasha, dirty talk, sexy selfies, and a flirtatious woman-on-woman kiss has them good and hard after a while.) Then, Natasha hands Ashley the camera and nudges Adrian away so she can pose with Mario. Ashley feels herself get more turned on as she watches them flirt and pose sexily for the camera as Adrian buzzes around and takes pictures, tugging at each other's bathing suits and kissing each other steamily and teasing each other's bodies (Natasha pulls Mario's cock through the hole in his briefs and lazily jerks him off and runs her hand over his chest as he teases her nipples and squeezes her ass). When they're both breathing hard and Mario's cock is oozing precum, Natasha pulls away and wanders back to Adrian and Ashley. "Your turn," she breathes as she takes the camera from Adrian and shoots Ashley a wink. She giggles breathlessly and takes her husband's hands, pulling him towards her and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him hotly. "Mmm, baby," he rumbled against her, his big hands roaming over her back. His lips make her arousal flare, and she brings her hands to his chest as she falls back on her heels. "You're so sexy," she purrs, caressing his abs and soft brown skin while his hands roam over her front, lifting to squeeze her breasts. She hears the camera snapping, and feels her heart pound faster. She drops her hands to his big bulge and rubs his length through the briefs, making him lick his lips and pull the flimsy fabric of her bikini top back so her breasts pout out at him. "Mmm, Ash," he murmurs as he pulls deliciously at her nipples, making her gasp. "Look at you, getting so turned on from getting naughty pictures taken of you…" "Adrian," she pants as he suddenly pulls her up against in, turning her a little and latching his mouth onto her neck and dropping his hands to squeeze her ass. She moans as he sucks softly on the soft dip in the column of her neck and his big hands massage her flesh, exposed to the camera. She grasps desperately at his broad shoulders, feeling her pussy tremble and the pressure increase in her bladder with her rush of arousal. "Oh, yes…" He teases her like this for so long, until her brain is pounding with arousal and a need to pee, and she's wiggling in his dizzying grip. "Oh, fuck!" she gasps when he lands a hard slap on her ass cheek. "Are you ready to be a slut for me, baby?" Adrian growls as he spanks her again. The shock slaps furiously with her growing desperation and she mewls and trembles. "Fuck, I really need to go," she gasps, shifting listlessly. "God, finally," Natasha bursts out. Ashley turns, and sees her hopping on her feet, hands gripping her hips tightly, as Mario takes pictures with a huge boner. She dashes over and grabs Ashley's hands and pulls her from Adrian. "I need to piss so bad, shit!" "What should we do?" Ashley breathes, her own desperation suddenly so much worse now that Natasha's aching, too. "You haven't pissed on Adrian yet, have you?" Natasha breathes, squeezing Ashley's hands as she pants. Ashley shakes her head and bites down on her lip as a fierce waves hits her and almost makes her let go. "And you liked the naughty peeing, too, right?" Ashley nods quickly, everything in her mind shifting to a need to release all the piss in her. Natasha's eyes flash and she pulls her towards the big boulders next to them. Their husbands scramble behind them, and settle close in front of them as Natasha pushes her to sit on the boulder. She sits next to her and puts a hand on her thigh. "Let's put on a show," she gasps, her legs trembling with the effort to hold back. "Try to not let all your pee out at once, okay?" "I don't know if I can," Ashley groans as another wave hits her and her legs quake together as she holds back. "I'm gonna piss through my bathing suit first," Natasha pants, breathing hard and opening her legs wider. Ashley mewls as she holds back, but she can't help but watch Natasha's crotch as she trembles. She can make out the shape of her full inner labia and even her clit through the wet fabric. Suddenly, Natasha gasps and then her crotch is flooded and the fabric fills with very light yellow piss, which pours out of the sides and in a slim stream right at the middle of the panties, and dribbles down her wide thighs and the rock as Natasha lets out soft moans and trembles. Then she shakes hard and her legs smash together as the flood cuts off, and all the piss caught in her bikini slips out of the edges. "Fuck," Ashley pants, her urge suddenly stronger than ever. She writhes on the boulder, everything in her clenching to hold. She glances up, and sees Adrian snapping quick pictures and Mario jerking himself off firmly and panting as he watches his wife wrestle for control. "Try it, the warmth feels really good on your pussy," Natasha mewls, her thighs quaking and her eyes riveted at Ashley's center. Inhaling sharply, Ashley carefully parts her thighs, her cunt clenched as she tries to hold it in. "Yes," Natasha breathes, shifting her thighs together. "Let a little out in your bathing suit, just a little…" And the moment the idea settles in her brain, her bladder releases, and she moans as a gush of piss escapes her tightened hole, and the swelling warmth makes her gasp, and she revels in the feeling of it covering her whole vulva, and feels a thrill of naughtiness when it's too much for her thong and bursts out of the sides, and even wets her ass as it follows the strip of cloth between her cheeks. "Don't let out too much!" Natasha laughs breathlessly, and as soon as she hears her, Ashley clenches everything up again, the desperation back and just as fierce. She laughs nervously as the burning melds with her arousal, and the last bits of her piss escape her little tight thong and tickle her skin, and she glances over at Adrian, and sees him staring at her pussy with amusement and arousal, and sees that Mario's watching them both slack jawed with his hand unmoving on his cock. "What now?" Ashley asks quickly, her pussy burning. Natasha licks her lips and grimaces as she fights off what must be another wave of pressure. "Let's… let's keep pissing naughtily, for a little longer… how should we piss?" She meets her husband's hungry gaze as she bites down on her full lower lip. "Turn around and bend over," he growls, his erection bobbing. "And pull your bikinis away from your pussies!" The women simultaneously bound off the boulders and whirl around, desperate to relieve just a little bit of the pressure. Ashley's breathing hard and her hands are shaking as she fights to hold back as she reaches between her legs to pull the fabric of her thong off her labia, widening her stance as much as she can. "Don't let it all out, I want you to piss on me," Mario purrs, a little closer. As she yanks the damp fabric aside and parts her swollen labia with her fingers, Ashley glances over and sees Mario holding the camera and standing behind them, aiming at their centers. Natasha's done the same, and is arching her huge ass up into the air as she grimaces and fights to hold back. "Ready?" she gasps, meeting Ashley's eyes. Ashley nods desperately, and as soon as she sees Natasha close her eyes blissfully, Ashley lets the pressure go with a long sigh. Her pussy tingles as she lets her piss squirt out as hard as it wants, the stream stimulating her clit the tiniest bit, and she feels herself get more turned on at the sound of her and Natasha's fierce streams hitting the ground between their spread legs (just like the sound of her squirting when Adrian makes her orgasm so hard), and the sounds of Natasha's moans and their husbands' aroused gasps and the camera's clicks. "Fuck, Ash, that looks so sexy," she hears her husband growl, and she feels a rush of arousal bubble through her. She cranes her neck and looks over; Natasha's tossed her head back and is sighing in satisfaction, and her back is so arched her piss is shooting out of her pussy in a strong thin fountain straight behind her, towards her husband as he takes frantic pictures of them. Adrian's pulled his cock out of his swimming trunks and is jerking himself off slowly, his eyes riveted on Ashley's pissing cunt. "We should stop," Natasha pants suddenly, her legs trembling and her face clenching as she stops her magnificent stream. Ashley inhales sharply and groans as she manages to make her own pee pull back, making her whole pussy pulse and heat with desperation, still. "How do I still have to pee so much?" she gasps as she brings her legs together hard, trying to control her bladder. "Once you start, your body just wants to let go," Natasha keens, turning around and pressing down on her pelvis with her hands, her pussy still exposed to the air as her bikini gathers on one side of her fleshy labia. "…but you need to feel how amazing it is to orgasm and piss at the same time!" "Wait up, baby girl," Mario bursts, taking off the camera and tossing it onto their towels gently before reaching over and squeezing her hips. "Let me piss on you a little first!" "Fuck, yes," she pants, arching her body towards him. "Do you want to, too?" Ashley breathes to Adrian, who's watching eagerly but with a little hesitation. "Yeah," he murmurs, stepping up to her so his big cock almost touches the skin of her stomach. "But I don't know if I can piss right now, even though I need to go so bad…" He clenches his face, and she watches all his muscles shift and tense, but he exhales hard and shakes his head. "It's not gonna come out, I'm too hard." "It'll all come out eventually, bro," Mario smirks, shooting them a wink as he gives his hard cock a few jerks. "Even if your hot wife needs to get the cum out of your first!" And then Mario grimaces and meets his wife's eyes, and then his thick cock starts spewing out a thin fountain of piss. First, it hits Natasha's thigh, but Mario quickly aims his cock at her pussy, making her mewl as he wets her already piss-soaked bikini bottom with his own stream, staining it even more light yellow. "Fuck, yes!" Natasha gasps, reaching down and pushing her bikini bottoms past her pussy, and bringing a hand to rub her clit desperately, her husband's pee splashing everywhere as her hand moves. "That's so hot," Ashley breathes, clenching her legs tightly and groaning as the worst wave so far smacks into her. "Wow," Adrian coos, pressing against her body. The warmth of his skin and cock make Ashley dizzier with arousal. "Yes, baby girl, touch yourself…" Mario growls, pointing his cock all over and around her, soaking her top and breasts and stomach with his hot piss and making her moan and flick her clit faster. When he's pissed all over her torso and pussy, he growls and grimaces again and cuts off his flow. "Fuck," Mario gasps, bringing a hand to Natasha's pussy and rubbing her clit for her. "God, I want to feel you piss all over me!" "Take this off," Adrian growls, his hands suddenly pulling at the sides of her thong. Breathing hard and thinking of nothing but the need to piss, Ashley lets him yank it down her legs. "Let's fuck, please!" Natasha pleads after a few long moments of Mario's fingers on her clit. "I need to let go!" Mario groans in his throat, and then he's pulling Natasha towards their towels, and Adrian pulls her along, too, and then the men push aside their things so the beach towels are bare. "Get on your back," Adrian orders as he pushes his trunks off his legs. Ashley gasps and scrambles down onto the towel and flips onto her back, her hands clenched tightly over her pussy as the desperation hits hard. "Yes, baby girl, spread your legs for me, yes," she hears Mario purr, and she looks over and sees him kneeling between his wife's open legs, his cock so hard and his face so hungry as Natasha's wet pussy clenches again and again and her face grimaces with the effort of holding back her pee. Her hands fly to grip his as he lifts her legs and brings his cock towards her. She feels something touch her thighs, and when she glances back, she finds Adrian in a similar position, so hard and aching for her. "Open your legs, baby," he whispers as he runs his big hands over her tense thighs, pressed together to hold back. "I'm gonna piss everywhere if I do," she mewls, a rush of arousal at her sluttiness overwhelming her. "It's okay," he chuckles, his cock bobbing. "I want to feel it squirt all over my cock…" "Open your legs," Natasha gasps next to her, sounding so desperate and out of control. "Let your husband put his cock in you, so we can piss on them together…" "Aaah," Ashley pants, clenching so tight and opening her trembling legs. The breeze of the ocean sweeps over her wet skin and she almost lets go, but holds back with a gasp. "Fuck, yes," Adrian growls as he settles over her and presses his fat cock onto her pussy, rubbing it over her slit and clit. "Let's let out just a little," Natasha mewls, her hand suddenly gripping Ashley's. "Just a little, so we can keep holding while our husbands fuck us to orgasm…" "I can't!" Ashley cries, everything in her aching to just let go. Her clit feels so huge and she feels like she's going to explode. "I'm gonna piss it all, I can't do just a little!" "Yes you can!" Natasha pants. "Do it with me, just a little, all over that gorgeous cock…" And then Natasha sighs highly, such a sexy sound, and Ashley can't help but moan and look down at herself as her pussy takes over, and the most incredible feeling of satisfaction rumbles through her as her bladder starts to release, and a clear, shiny, thin chute of piss shoots from her wet pussy, arching high up and hitting Adrian's sleek abs, making him sigh and rub his cock over her more, and then her stream's interrupted by his hot cock, and they both moan as the warm liquid splashes all over them, and fuck it looks so sexy, like when she squirts her orgasm all over him, and then Natasha's clenching down on her hand. "Stop, stop," she gasps, and Ashley groans as she orders her bladder to stop, forces her pussy to cut off, and gasps with the exertion of stopping her desperate piss and the ache to just keep going. "Fuck!" she growls, writhing as her body screams. "God," she hears Adrian pant, and then his cock is probing at her cunt, all clenched with the effort to hold back but soaked with her arousal, and then he's pressing into her and she's moaning because nothing ever feels as good as this. "Yes, fuck, you're so tight!" Next to them, Mario's also groaning as he fucks his cock into his wife, and Natasha's mewling breathlessly as her pussy takes his fat cock and she holds back her fountains of hot pee. "Aaaah," Ashley groans when Adrian starts pounding into her fast. It's all so much--her pussy feels like it's a pressure cooker, so hot and full and near exploding, and the sensation of Adrian's cock in her and the friction of his fucking just heightens the feeling and adds the extra layer of sexual pleasure that makes her mind fizzle and short circuit. Everything in her wants to keep holding, but another part just wants to let go and take Adrian in as deep as she can. But then Adrian changes his angle and then his pelvis is pounding and rubbing over her hard, hard clit, and Ashley's whole body shakes as the sharp shocks of pleasure echo through her nerves and smack into the need to piss, and she clenches hard again as she feels another wave, but then everything smacks together into painful pleasure, and her eyes smash open and she screams as her body simultaneously crests and lets go, her piss squirting out of her wildly, out of her control, in a fat and strong stream that shoots out high, hits her husband's abs and pelvis with every pound, and soaks their rutting centers, just like her orgasmic squirts but three times as much and as hard and intense and for so so long, and every tectonic pulse of her cunt in her fierce orgasm and shock of pleasure over her makes her piss just shoot higher up Adrian's body, until it suddenly pulls back and her stream is back in her control, and she gasps and sucks it all back into her and moans as her first orgasm passes like a summer storm. "Fu-uck," Adrian groans. "That was so hot, fuck, I'm gonna--" he growls deep in his throat and suddenly pounds onto her, his hands pinning her arms down above her head and his cock fucking her impossibly harder and his eyes raging as he watches her with immeasurable lust. "Did you like that?" he pants fiercely, fucking his cock right into her aching G Spot and making her moan as the pressure starts building in her again. "Did you like coming and pissing all over your husband like an out of control slut?" "Aaaah," she yells and writhes under him, her arousal peaking at his words and the strength of his hands. "I'm gonna fuck you like the slut you are," he snarls, fucking her impossibly harder and making her eyes rolls back as her clit starts getting smacked again and the wave approaches for a second time. "I'm gonna fuck your tight, pissy cunt until I squirt my cum all over your hot walls… and then I'm gonna punish you for being a filthy little slut!" "Yes!" she screams, fighting harder and making him growl and wrestle her down harder. Their eyes meet, in blazing lust and passion, and then they come undone--Adrian's face relaxes and his eyes roll back and he gives the softest, sexiest moan, and his cock bobs and twitches and squirts hot semen into her, and her whole pussy's on fire again, licks of orgasmic heat rumbling up and across her limbs with every pound of his cock, and she's mewling as every inch of her body sings in bliss, again and again and again, squirting the last of her piss all over their heated bodies. And when her mind works again, she finds Adrian collapsed half on top of her and gasping for breath, looking over to the side. She turns her head, and sees Mario and Natasha coming to their own orgasms. Natasha's moaning and groaning and begging Mario for more, and he's saying the dirtiest things to her and fucking her high and hard and rubbing her clit, and then her whole body tenses and she lets out a hoarse scream and all of her limbs shake, and a huge burst of piss explodes from her, flooding her stomach and Mario's pelvis, and then he's laughing and fucking her harder and moaning and coming, too, and as she shakes through her orgasm her explosion of piss turns into that gorgeous thin and fierce fountain, streaming and shooting from her bubble gum pink pussy, so much piss, until Mario's stopped moving in her and her body's relaxing and her magnificent fountain's diminished into a tiny little burbling stream flooding her cunt and her husband's cock. And with one last little squirt onto his rock hard abs, they both let out deep sighs of ultimate satisfaction. "Fuck," Natasha pants when her body's melted onto the towel. "Aaah, Nat," Mario pants as he pulls out of her, trembling from the sensitivity. Adrian laughs and pulls out of her, too, going soft, and heaves himself to his knees, kneeling like Mario is. "Fuck," Mario gasps, his chest heaving for breath. He looks over at them and grins exhaustedly. "Fuck!" Ashley giggles breathlessly, and Natasha chuckles and sighs. "Fuck indeed," Ashley breathes. "Best idea you've had in a while, bro," Adrian murmurs, his eyes roaming over Ashley's sated body. "We're not done," Mario laughs. "Don't you need to piss?" Her husband reaches for his half-mast cock and smooths a hand over his thigh. "Now that you mention it, I really do..." Adrian muses as he ogles his wife. Mario smirks and grabs his own deflated erection and wiggles closer to Natasha. She purrs and lithely shifts under him, as if presenting her sated body to him. "Piss on me, baby, warm me up…" Adrian watches and mimics him, lifting himself to his knees and meeting Mario's eyes. "How do we do this?" "Just piss," Mario smiles serenely, looking over Natasha reverently. "Just piss on your gorgeous slut of a wife, return the gift she's already given you…" And then a thick stream of piss comes out of Mario's cock, fat and splitting into two paths, colliding onto Natasha's deep brown skin. Her eyes flutter as she slides her hands over her body, spreading her husband's piss over her skin. Then she feels the warmest liquid impact on her stomach, and Ashley snaps back to Adrian. He's biting on his lip and watching his own cock shoot a wide stream of piss onto her stomach and hips, strong and pebbling into drops in the air. It's so warm, and there's so much, that soon she's soaked everywhere. She doesn't rub it in, though, content to watch and feel her husband's cock shoot warm pee all over her torso. It feels extra nice on her breasts and collarbone, and she likes the look of curiosity on his face and the sight of his cock just squirting and squirting, and it isn't too hard to imagine him shooting an endless stream of cum onto her, and that's an image she really likes. But all things end, and the stream whittles away and Adrian drops his cock with a satisfied exhale. She glances over and sees Mario leaning over Natasha, kissing her deeply and reverently as she holds his face. Adrian settles back onto her and a smile crosses her face as their bodies naturally wind together, damp with their combined piss. "Wow," she breathes as he settles on her, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as his face meets hers. He chuckles and presses a tender kiss to her lips, which she returns, love bubbling in her. "That was pretty fun," he laughs. "Yeah," she giggles. "I came really hard, and it felt so different! Did you like it?" "Yeah," he hums, meeting her eyes with a tender expression. "I liked watching you piss so naughtily… and seeing you orgasm so hard and squirt all over me." Her face warms and she giggles again. "I liked that too. Did you like peeing on me?" He scrunches up his face in thought. "It was okay. Kinda fun, but nothing super crazy." She sighs and loops her arms over his shoulders. "Yeah. I felt that way, too." He presses a soft kiss to her lips and flips over to lay on her side, making a face when the towel and sand squelch noisily from all their pee. They crack up, and when Mario and Natasha untangle and look over, they laugh too.
  23. WatchYouWee

    Used to browse the Videos XD

    Glad to see the site up and running again. I've lurked here for well over a year after stumbling my way in on my other account. I pretty much only ever browsed the video links and now non-existent videos page. can't rely complain though because I'm actually posting something for once XD I'm going to try and be more active and chat here fairly often. I organize a tumblr page over the last few months re-blogging mostly videos I've enjoyed and I occasionally post my own footage. I'm interested in getting to know everyone here and maybe eventually find someone in my area.
  24. supersymmetry

    First Timer

    HI everyone IM a 27 year old male from the UK and ever since I hit puberty the idea and sight of grls peeing has been my ultimate turn on. I fantasize constantly about girls in sirts and panties peeing themselves sat in chairs, lying on their bed, onto themselves, onto me or into my mouth. Ive never tried it before or even discussed it with like-minded individuals, so hopefully I get that chance here Cheers!