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I debated peeing through the Miss Naughty knickers onto the sofa. It would have been a little more ladylike rather than have my naked lower half on display to all and sundry. I gave it some thought before discarding the idea. Well, I didn't want to get my nice panties soaked whilst ruining her £1200 sofa..they cost £2.99 after all, and they are my favourite pair. Oh my word..that thought felt so naughty!
So now I was naked from the waist down. I have a little landing strip, maybe 10mm wide. Nice and short. Blond. Everything looked tidy and neat down there. I should have been embarrassed that all the girls could see me like this. In fact I think I was a little, but that emotion was buried in the avalanche of adrenaline and endorphins I was feeling from the excitement of what I was about to do. I couldn't believe I would really do it.
I think most of the girls had bought my lie, and having had a quick glance at my intimate parts to satisfy their curiosity, were happy to look away... but Debbie hadn't diverted her gaze at all, as she had her eyes glued to my lower half., her gaze never wavering. At least I trust that the fact she had guessed I was about to piss was why she was staring so hard at my most intimate area!!
I should tell you a little bit about the sofa..well it was crushed velvet so it felt incredibly soft under my bottom..really comfy. I'm not sure Cass was too happy about me sitting on it naked (wait till she found out what else was going to happen!) but she had clearly decided she wouldn't complain as I was at least going to use a real toilet ..or so she thought :).
So it was crushed velvet, and it was a lovely topaz colour..this was also handy as it should show the wet stain brilliantly. Oh and it had a couple of scatter cushions..and yep, you're right, I was thinking that with the amount of wee-wee I had just begging to be released, there would be plenty to get the cushions with too. I am just so bad..was that too naughty do you think?
I enjoyed sitting on the sofa for just a few seconds more..and then I knew it was time. If I didn't do it now, they would all twig something was awry anyway, as I wasn't getting up to head to the loo. I didn't say anything..I just finally stopped fighting the urge to let go and release all the hot piss, and relaxed and told my bladder to go right ahead as we had found a suitable toilet.
I think Debbie realized first (fractionally) as she saw the piss emerging, but the audible, inadvertent 'ohhhh' of relief I gave a couple of seconds later meant everyone knew very quickly.
'Oh my fucking god' laughed Debbie, 'you are actually doing it' , Michelle had her hand over her mouth, the way we girls are conditioned to do when we're laughing at something we shouldn't. So they were both shocked..but neither of them was objecting or condemning so I didn't have to try and stop, and pretend it was all an accident. Renee's mouth was just wide open in shock..and now all eyes were on me and I have to say, I was loving the attention
"You cunt" yelled Cass but she was the only one who objected..and even Sarah had quickly made her way round to the front of the sofa to get a better view.
"Oh my days...you've beaten us all" laughed Jessica "Might have known you'd have to go one better than a carpet piss"
"It might have been an accident" said Sarah, but I don't think even she believed that
"You filthy bitch" said Nikki and it was clearly meant as a compliment They were shocked, and clearly a little envious, at how daring I had been..but the great news was they clearly loved it..and all wished they'd had the balls to be the one to do it themselves..but they hadn't, and it had been me..and it felt amazing!
The warm wet patch was spreading around my bottom and soaking into the topaz coloured fabric, leaving a clear dark stain..which was spreading like wildfire as I had so much piss to give.
And reader it felt amazing..it wasn't a let down like things you've wanted for ages sometimes are. It was everything I hoped it would be..I felt triumphant and elated. I had risked a lot and got away with it. I had brought the other girls with me into this more extreme naughtiness. I love being a bad influence and there've been times where we've been walking to my car after a night at the pub (I'm not a drinker so I drive) and they've mentioned needing a wee, so I'll suggest they go in an alley or something. And if they suggest the idea first. I just encourage them! And here I was again leading by example and showing them just how naughty, naughty pissing could be.
Like someone who has risked their life to climb a mountain or break a land speed record must do, I just felt elated (I had overcome all the risks and made it happen) and relaxed..I felt so relaxed. I felt like I was in heaven but equally I tried to stay in the moment and focus on every second of what I was doing..as the piss spread over more and more of the sofa, I knew I would want to replay this in my mind. for weeks..or years afterwards. Then I saw Renee with her phone out..maybe I'd be able to replay it even more vividly then, if she was taping it all. I had so much wee-wee, I wasn't even near stopping so I lifted my body up, swung my hips, and pissed onto the arms of the sofa thoroughly soaking them
Cass looked on in disbelieving horror but the other girls were all laughing and pointing, and cheering me on and commenting 'go on Sophie" "that's it..soak the arms" "now get the back panels" just as I had hoped they would in my fantasy
I did indeed swing round so I was kneeling facing the back and soak the back panels too..before soaking the second seating cushion.
Then I reached for a scatter cushion
"Oh my God..she's going to get the scatter cushions" yelled Michelle and they all cheered. Someone, maybe Debbie started a chant of 'soak them, soak them soak them' and so I did. My hot yellow powerful jet of piss played into the beautiful expensive cushions as I held each one in turn against my body. I managed to soak both of them. By now I had been pissing for just over a minute..I know from the video, though at the time it felt like hours...and finally, finally I was beginning to slow down. I sat down on a dry part of the sofa again and enjoyed a final fifteen or twenty seconds of sitting in that luxurious comfort and feeling so deliciously naughty as I just pissed exactly where I stood, or sat..like a racehorse or wild animal would. Then I wiped myself using the expensive scatter cushions..rubbing them against my pussy to dab it dry..well I am a lady after all, of course I was going to wipe.
As I finally finished and inspected the damage to the sofa with pride, the girls gave me an almighty cheer and congratulated me..and then there was a slightly awkward silence as everyone looked to see how Cass was.
to be continued
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So there I was..feeling like I held all the power. I could decide whether to be nice, and use the loo, or naughty and piss somewhere in Cass's living room. With the other girls all making suggestions as to where I could go, & me pretending to be unsure as to whether to have a naughty piss or use a toilet (lets be honest, I was always going to naughty piss) I felt in a very privileged position..
There were two reasons I was pretending to be unsure; firstly, if you are going to be extremely naughty and piss over your friend's carpet or wherever, it's probably best that you at least make it look like you have some pretence of it being something you were talked into by others, or by circumstance. You don't want to appear too immediately keen to do it.....you never know when the tables might be turned.
But secondly, and for me anyway even more importantly, is it just builds the naughtiness. You have 5 or 6 girls...all really keen to know if you'll have a naughty piss somewhere you shouldn't, somewhere really naughty and 'unladylike'..... I love that word. You're in control and it feels great.
They're all keen to know whether you're going to do it, for conflicting reasons. One of them doesn't want you to do it and is desperately hoping you'll use a proper toilet like a good girl..the others all want you to treat yourself, give in to the temptation and have a wee-wee somewhere you know you shouldn't....so why not enjoy that anticipation. 'A pleasure deferred is a pleasure increased' is a phrase you rarely hear nowadays in this 'everything now' culture, but it is so true. The thought of having a naughty piss somewhere in Cass's room..the tingle of anticipation, the thrill of choice and of listening to my friends call out suggestions. This was almost as good as the actual piss, and I wanted to enjoy it as long as I could.
I also wanted to be absolutely at bursting point when I finally went. Knowing that relief was at hand; that although I was bursting, I would be able to piss whenever I needed to, took away the negative feelings you have when you need a wee but are nowhere near a loo and fear embarrassment and shame. There was none of that here; there would only be acclaim and cheering from the vast majority of the room, so I could wait until the last possible second before spraying an incredibly powerful jet that the girls would love.
Again the anticipation of that was amazing..another pleasure worth deferring, the acclamation of my peers. Or pee-rs to be more accurate!!!! It would be amazing to hear their response. Plus the longer I could wait the more I'd be able to piss for, and the greater impact it would have. I wanted to soak my chosen target with every possible drop, so every minute I could hold on meant I would have more ammunition for my naughty pee..and I knew I could hold a few more minutes at least, if I kept my hand shoved in my crotch.
So I waited and listened as the girls made suggestions
"She said anywhere but her carpet..what about one of her beautiful vases?" yelled Jessica
"You cow!" yelled Cass at Jess and then to me "don't even think about it"
"I could bring her kettle through and you could go in that" suggested Nikki
"Don't listen to them" said Cass "PLEASE just use the toilet"
"There's always the curtains..they look expensive" suggested Michelle
"oh..or one of her books from the bookshelf" suggested Debbie
"will you guys just shut the fuck up and stop giving her ideas?" yelled Cass, futilely
I was quite surprised no-one suggested the sofa. Maybe they thought that would appear too much. After all it was not a cheap sofa, so maybe they, who weren't actively into naughty pissing like me, felt that was going too far.
Mind you Renee hadn't made any suggestion at all..there was always the possibility she had thought of it and was keeping it to herself. After all if I did piss on the sofa, how would she top that? She couldn't. But equally she might have not mentioned it as she thought it was beyond the pale too. Was I crossing the line?.
Thing is, I knew it would be amazing to wee on a sofa. I'll be honest, I've wanted to do it ever since I was a little girl. It just seems so wrong..so bad..so exciting and dangerous. But could I really? Cass was my mate....but then again we would make it right with her afterwards and 3 girls had already had a wee-wee on her carpet..including Cass! But given that the others hadn't suggested using her sofa as my toilet, would I cause too much shock? Would it suddenly go quiet, like when everyone is exchanging banter and someone goes that bit too far and there's an awkward leaden silence. What if I did it and they turned on me? I was still debating this when Sarah gently said "Maybe she's had enough..can you make it to the toilet Sophie?"
Everyone looked at me. To be honest I wasn't sure..maybe I could have..but there was no way I was going to. The one place I wouldn't be pissing was a loo..what a waste of an opportunity that would be.
But equally maybe the sofa was a step too far. I made a decision.
"I don't think so....maybe I could use a vase?"
The other girls began to giggle and murmur and I was feeling good about myself for overcoming temptation. The vase piss would be naughty but it would wash out really easily and Cass would be grateful. Michelle reached out and picked up the opaque blue vase and handed it to me.
"No" yelled Cass "you are not going to piss in my vase..I absolutely forbid it..just use the toilet you selfish bitch!"
Now..I know Cass didn't mean anything by the use of that word...and I know she was just trying to save her stuff, as I would have in her position, but in my mind I now knew I had desperately wanted an excuse to soak her sofa. I needed a reason to be able to give that sofa a thorough drenching in my fresh hot wee-wee. I had just wanted or needed an excuse.. any excuse.... to allow my conscience to say 'you are allowed to do it'..and she had given me it. In reality most of my brain, and other parts of me had effectively tied up my conscience and put a gun to it's head and told it to give me the okay..and this really was the flimsiest of reasons to justify using my friend's sofa as my personal toilet...but it worked. I decided right there and then I was going to do it..I had made up my mind now..there was no going back. If my friends thought I'd gone too far, if I lost Cass's friendship..all these rational objections were overriden by the thought that this was the one chance I would have to live out my fantasy of ruining another girls' expensive sofa..so I just could not turn it down.
Not that I was going to reveal my hand too soon..revenge being a dish best served cold, unlike my piss..which would be served hot and fresh from me and onto her precious sofa.
"Okay" I said.. "you win. I will try and make it to the loo..but if none of you are offended I'm going to take my skirt and knickers off here..when you're near the loo itself you need to go even more so the last thing I need to be doing then is trying to get my clothes down".
The great benefit of this lie was it had a lining of truth..desperation really does increase the closer you get to a loo so if I was going to use the loo, it made sense for me to strip off here. But of course I had no intention of using a boring real toilet.
There were several glum faces as I gingerly sat down on the sofa....the gingerly sitting wasn't acting either..I really was absolutely bursting for a wee, and I didn't want to waste any of my precious cargo. The glum faces told me they had believed my story too and thought they wouldn't get to see another naughty piss.
"Close your eyes if you like" I said as I began to disrobe.. but no-one did. All eyes were fixed on me, and I have to say I quite enjoyed that, as I undid my shoes and removed them, before unhooking my short black skater skirt and throwing it off.
Now..I bet if I asked you what colour knickers you were wearing you wouldn't be able to tell me without checking (you'd probably want to ask what the hell business of mine it was too, but we'll leave that for now) . You don't remember the panties you're wearing do you? Unless you're selecting underwear especially for a date that might lead somewhere! But day to day you just pick the first clean pair you find..or at least I do.
So imagine my delight when I saw I was wearing my 'little miss naughty' panties. How perfect. I do like them..they're cheeky, and normally no-one (except my hubby if he's around when I'm dressing) knows I am wearing them. I get a little frisson of excitement when I wear them in the school where I teach. It's silly really, but it just feels quite sexy. Because we all know the connotation when a grown woman wears panties that say 'little miss naughty' and they aren't paying homage to Roger Hargreaves!
So that slightly risque notion always gives me a warm glow.. and in fact when I do spot I'm wearing them at work, when I peel them down when having a wee in the loo, I often imagine a situation where all the kids and other teachers have left, and it's just me and I'm able to find somewhere very naughty in the school to wee. I've never done it of course. (far too dangerous) but when wearing my 'miss naughty' panties, I often think about doing it..and so for me to be wearing them today, of all days..well that was special. I was going to be very naughty..but not in the sexual connotation usually associated with a grown up woman being 'naughty' ..I was going to be really naughty ..I was going to piss on a sofa.
to be continued
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16 hours ago, Sophie said:
Absolutely!
A few years back I was out with a friend at a bar, just having a good time. I haven't had any alcohol since 2008 but she was drinking and after a while she needed to pee. Naturally, she asked me to go to the toilets with her and of course I was more than happy to. When we got to the ladies we found they were really busy and only three of the five toilets were working. She said something like"oh god it's going to take ages" so I suggested she went outside in the alley next to the bar. "No it's fine, I'll wait" fair enough.
About five minutes later I noticed her jiggling about a fair bit so I suggested again she went outside "I'm fine Sophie, it's really not that bad" No more than two minutes later she grabbed my wrist and said "come on, let's go" and quickly lead me outside! I followed her as she scurried across the car park and to the alley, feeling very excited.
She lifted her dress and bent over just a little, her butt pressed against the wall and immediately started a really strong stream. She was bursting. It ran down the wall and pooled at her feet. She went for about 20 seconds, stopping as suddenly as she started and quickly tugged her dress down to cover herself up again. It looked like a guy had peed against the wall.
I needed to have a wee too and it was too good an opportunity to miss so I had a quick look around, pulled up my dress, lowered my knickers and crouched opposite her puddle. It was only a small wee but I still enjoying having her company. As I was redressing she said to me "don't tell any of our friends about this Sophie", looking a little embarrassed "I mean it" I promised I wouldn't and we went back inside.
I'm still trying to this day to get her to pee outside again but she's having none of it
Great work Sophie.
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Thanks Sophie. I love that you like to be a bad influence in that way ....that's great. Don't suppose you have a specific example you could recall do you?
No worries if not, but I'd love to hear a few details of what happened
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Okay..I'll throw a couple in:
Do any of your female friends know of your interest in pee?
Have you ever been out drinking with other women and encouraged them to have a naughty pee on the street?
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So here's probably the bit where you think I went too far. Hey..I'm not a cruel person..quite the contrary. But by this point any semblance of normality was out of the window..two girls had now pissed on Cass's new carpet and one of them was Cass herself...so all bets were off. I was fairly sure that after the fun was over, we'd be doing something as a group to help Cass replace the carpet..so why on earth was Sarah so bothered about using the actual loo. and yet..if I didn't do something now, she was going to hobble her way to the toilet like a good girl. I made up my mind..I didn't want to miss the opportunity
"Sarah whatever you do, don't think of running water pouring steadily out of a tap..just flowing freely, a big gusher of liquid spurting forth" I said pretending to be sincere but fooling no-one.
"Shut up Sophie" she gasped in agony.."I can do this"
Debbie grinned and picked up on my idea though and joined in "Yes..whatever you do, just avoid thinking of a stream..a stream that flows into a river...a gushing, bubbling river that flows wherever it needs to".
"Guys you'll make me piss right here, and I'm so close to the toilet" wailed Sarah
Jessica added "Then don't think about a waterfall..that amazing volume of liquid that just has to complete it's unstoppable journey..the sheer force of that dam, bursting forth and soaking everything in its path"
Sarah had stopped now..frozen. She couldn't move forward but she refused to give up.....
and so Debbie ran to the kitchen and turned the taps on full blast, forcing Sarah to hear the sound of powerful streams of water coming from the tap.
Cass was trying to yell support for Sarah "Ignore them Sarah, you can do this" "two minutes..just hold on for two minutes and you'll be at the toilet"
but to our delight, our words had been all that was needed to tip Sarah over the edge.
"Sorry Cass, I really really tried" she said as she desperately pulled off her white panties from beneath her black skirt...I just had time to notice they were quite cute, with a little bow on the front, and hearts on them, before they were thrown aside and literally at the same time we heard the familiar hiss and saw piss beginning to pour down onto the floor. I noticed we were all fascinated and had all taken a few steps closer to get the best view.
It was a very civilized piss from Sarah..by staying in her skirt and just moving her legs apart, we couldn't actually see any of her body beyond what we normally would if she was standing waiting for a bus. No decency or morals were being offended here, other than Cass's increasing futile belief that a carpet is not a suitable toilet for a young lady.
"oh yes..oh my god..that feels so good" Sarah gasped and in fact this seemed far less decorous than the piss itself. If anyone had heard but not seen her, they would have imagined Sarah to be in the throes of sexual pleasure, as we teased her about afterwards "Oh yes..oh YES..Oh my God!" she cried with passion. She was mortified when we teased her afterwards..she confirmed, as I had suspected, that these were purely the cries of a girl whose bladder had been at absolute bursting point "I have never needed a wee so badly" she confided..and upon gaining relief she couldn't help but articulate the delight at that relief.
"My carpet..my beautiful carpet" bemoaned Cass "Hey you pissed on it yourself" pointed out Michelle.."you can't blame the rest of us"
The stream itself was really powerful, and a nice pale yellow, and needless to say Sarah had plenty of it, spraying almost directly downwards and onto the floor. She was clearly embarrassed and unsure what to do with her hands, as all us girls gathered close and watched the piss 'magically' pouring from beneath her skirt. Eventually she settled for clasping them together in front of her skirt..but she was clearly embarrassed by the attention...well have you ever been watched whilst you have a wee? It's fine if you're a bit of an exhibitionist, but Sarah is quite a quiet, shy girl. We had all cheered when she started, making her blush bright red, and now we watched fascinated as the area of carpet beneath her took a good soaking and turned a lovely deep brown.
Despite her very best efforts, having her legs wide apart, the sheer force of the stream meant occasionally, when it veered slightly off centre, a few drops were splashing onto her legs...but she was doing a really good job at keeping herself dry and it really was only a couple of splashes. She must have pissed for the best part of a minute, before finally stopping and then grabbed a bit of loo paper to wipe herself with (again being careful to reveal nothing to us) before tossing the tissue in the bin and picking up her panties and putting them back on, before turning to Cass and saying sincerely "I am so sorry Cass..I really tried"
I had a naughty idea and went and grabbed the toilet sign that hung from a pin on the outside of her loo. Grabbing marker pen I added the word Ladies to it...well we didn't want any guys thinking they could piss on her carpet...and then came back and, to great laughter and cheering, placed the 'Ladies Toilet' sign on the sitting room door.
Of course with Debbie and Jessica having used the real loo, Michelle having wee-d on Nikki, Nikki, Cass and Sarah having pissed on the carpet, there were only two of us left who hadn't wee-d. Renee and I....I do hope you're all keeping up! I am not sure who was more desperate but I think it was me. Certainly Renee still presented as being okay. She was crossing her legs of course, but she wasn't at the hands into crotch stage like I was. .
"Go on Sophie..it's your turn" laughed Debbie, seeing I was bursting for a wee.
"there's no way you can be boring and use a proper toilet now" agreed Michelle
and they were right..and yet..and yet..peeing on her carpet seemed slightly passe. 3 girls had now done it
"Not you too" begged Cass.."not on my carpet..anywhere but my carpet..anywhere but my carpet"
Now I know exactly what she meant by 'anywhere but my carpet'..but taken literally those words were like an open invitation. A smile played around my lips. I couldn't be that naughty could I?
Jessica could clearly read my mind and encouraged me "go on Sophie..do it!"
I looked around the room. There were the walls, of course, a beautiful pail blue colour., then there was her beautiful beige sofa, or how about a couple of pretty vases, one a sort of opaque blue, and the other a tall black one, with red squares on it. What's a girl to do?
Any suggestions on where I should have my naughty piss??
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Cass and Sarah released their hold on Nikki's arms and legs and tried to stand up to head to the toilet. Sarah began taking gentle delicate steps in the direction of the toilets..pure concentration on her face as she tried to hold on. For poor Cass, however, even trying to change position was too much.
I should probably tell you what she was wearing. As previously mentioned, she's quite a curvy girl, with big boobs, and a large bottom. She was wearing a black long-sleeved top and a short pink skirt
"Oh shit" she gasped. "oH SHIT..OH FUCK..NOT ON MY NEW CARPET I can't..I musn't..oh god I can't stop it". Desperate to protect her pretty pink pleated skirt, she hitched it up, and she pulled her white knickers, already damp from the first few drops leaking in, to the side, and then like a volcano she erupted..over her own new carpet.
Maybe I've seen a piss jet burst forth with more power, but I really can't recall it. The pale yellow jet was spraying onto the carpet at incredible pace, as we all watched fascinated. It all seemed to be happening in slo-mo. The piss was landing inches from Nikki who managed to roll out of the way, just in time. It began to pool in the area Cass was standing and , unable to stop the piss pouring out of her, she began to rotate her hips to spray the piss around. She was clearly doing it to try and stop any one area of the carpet getting totally ruined, but it almost gave the impression she was trying to vandalise as much of her own carpet as possible..which was hilarious.
Certainly Debbie and Jessica thought so. They were pointing and laughing "Can't believe she's having a wee-wee on her own carpet" giggled Jessica
Cass was mumbling a series of 'Oh shit..oh fuck..oh no's but her facial expression told of the sheer physical joy of relief from her total desperation and even she added 'that feels so much better'
The carpet was a very light brown colour, or it had been. Now the largest puddle was a very dark brown and across a semi-circular arc there were smaller circles of piss.
We were all fascinated, except for Sarah who was still hobbling really slowly across the room, trying to make it to the loo.
I looked across and noticed we had all clocked that Cass had a 'brazilian'. Saucy minx..I had no idea. But I wasn't here to stare at her pussy, pretty though it was..I was focused on watching her yellow piss fall onto her own carpet as she yelled "why is there so fucking much?"
She certainly had been desperate to piss. By the time her stream slowed to a trickle and finally stopped, and she released her pretty white panties, with the very evident wet spot, back into place, and pulled down her skirt, the carpet looked brilliant..with one really large pool of piss, and several smaller ones.
Plus, I found myself thinking, with Cass having soaked her own carpet..some of the other girls might feel it was open season. They might even feel they could pretend to not be able to make it to the loo, even if they could..just for the naughty pleasure of weeing on another girl's carpet. Don't get me wrong..Cass is a good mate. But lets be honest, how many times in your life do you get the opportunity to piss on someone else's new carpet..with no consequences..and besides..Cass started it.
I'm not a mind reader so I have no idea whether that was in Nikki's mind..or whether she was remembering Cass had been one of the girls who had held her down while Michelle punished her..or maybe Nikki really couldn't hold it any longer but she stood up.
As you'll recall she was already bare from the waist down. Unlike Sarah, she was making no effort to head for the loo. She found a nice clean patch of carpet and stood with her legs apart. Cass quickly realised what was going on
"Don't you dare" yelled Cass "Not on my precious carpet, "do it do it do it! chanted Debbie & Jessica
"Look Nikki..please don't" begged Cass
For seconds that seemed like minutes, nothing happened. No-one was sure whether Nikki was considering Cass's plea, or was just teasing her..or whether she had suddenly got pee shy. Cass was saying " oh thank-you..you don't have to do this..you can be the better person....the toilet's not far at all" but I reckoned Nikki had just got 'nerves'. I called out "“You can do it Nikki, we all know you can. Just imagine you’re on the toilet; just think about the great feeling of relief.”
This obviously did the trick as just seconds later we heard that lovely familiar hiss that accompanies the beginning of a wee-wee and she began to piss onto Cass's once pristine carpet which was now clearly being designated the ladies loo! Her powerful yellow jet sprayed out, as she stood nonchalantly, hands on hips, and we all watched mesmerised. I had imagined she might spray loads of different areas, but she had clearly decided she just wanted to really soak one spot and a large piss puddle was appearing. I did feel a bit guilty for Cass..I'm not a nasty person, and in my head I was thinking we could all have a whip round after this was all over and help her buy a new carpet if she wanted..but there was no denying that watching girls peeing somewhere naughty was great fun.
"Feck!!!!" she yelled 'Oh the relief..my god I was bursting for a wee and it just needed to come out..and that....that just feels SO bloody good" she said, pointing to her jet of hot piss releasing from her.
She was so impassioned I couldn't help but laugh
The puddle of pee on the carpet from Nikki's piss was really quite large..at the centre not all the pee had fully soaked in, when, after just under a minute her stream, finally tailed off. Now two different sections of Cass's carpet were piss soaked. Cass berated her 'I can't believe you just did that Nikki' but as Renee pointed out, Cass really had no grounds to complain as she had pissed on her own carpet first.
Meanwhile Jessica had actually run and got the loo roll from the toilet and she handed it to Nikki, who took a couple of sheets and wiped like a lady should..before putting the damp paper in the sitting room bin
I have to say that now that two girls had pissed over the once beautiful carpet, there seemed no reason for Sarah to kill herself trying to hobble to the loo..what difference would another piss make, and I really wanted to see it happen. But Sarah is a good person, and I think she felt it would be wrong, so she was still trying. to hobble in the direction of the hallway. Her hand was still in her crotch, as she shuffled in tiny baby steps. I had no doubt that she was going to make it to the toilet. But I couldn't possibly let her get away unscathed, could I? I wondered whether I should let her make it, or intervene. Mind you, my own bladder was getting increasingly insistent that it needed release. Still, I was clearly nowhere near as desperate as Sarah..so I had a decision to make.
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I loved his next exciting instalment.
Some of my favourite lines or bits: "I don’t suppose you know where the toilets are do you? I’m about to wet myself here"
I loved the idea of one girl using the gents..and in a perfect world, would have loved a bit more detail etc of what it felt like..maybe another character can use the gents later in the story..and maybe have a naughty piss in there?
and then the coup de grace of Sarah. I loved Michelle's comment "“Tell me you peed on the floor Sarah, surely even you aren’t that naughty”" which was brilliant, and Sarah's reveal that she really HAD been that naughty and gone in the bed was superb.
Then the thrill of the last line : "There was no way we’d be using a toilet after this kind of start…"
So thanks very much, it was superb ..and bring on part 6
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Debbie paused for dramatic effect...... " Nikki, to make things even, you too will have your jeans and knickers ruined" She paused , and whist we all nodded approvingly as we clearly were expected to do, I think everyone felt like me..that this seemed a bit anti-climactic, until Debbie continued; "You will have your jeans and knickers ruined by having someone piss on them" Now this just got a little bit more interesting, and there were a few murmurs, and a few smiles began to show on faces around the room. Debbie was quite the showwoman, and although she had paused again, it was apparent she hadn't finished.....and when she continued, she dropped her bombshell "whilst you are still wearing them". Now there were gasps of shock, and a few peals of laughter too. For myself I though this sounded both hilarious and exciting. Michelle even did a fist pump "Yes" she said.
Nikki of course, protested, begged Debbie to show mercy or change her mind. But she was reminded, not just by Debbie, but by several of us, cruel lot that we are, that she had agreed to sign up to this. Renee, as her defence counsel, loyally joined Nikki in asking for clemency but thankfully Debbie was having none of it.
Debbie offered the opportunity to Michelle to do the honours and she eagerly accepted. As I mentioned, we'd all been drinking plenty throughout the trial..especially Renee and Jessica as the defence and prosecution counsels, and Nikki as the defendant, but none of us had been holding back. Michelle clearly needed to go, she was already holding her crotch..but she asked for us to wait just a few more minutes till she literally couldn't hold any longer.
Debbie refused to allow any of us to leave to go to the loo in case Michelle suddenly needed to go, though I had noticed that she and Jessica had nipped in whilst we, the jury, were deliberating I think Renee had been queuing too, but we finished our deliberations before the loo became free. Anyway having used the loo, Debbie was in no 'danger' and it was easy for her to make that rule, selfish cow, but looking round the room I saw a few concerned faces...Renee, Cassandra and indeed Sarah, I knew I could also really do with a wee and knew it would be tough, especially as we were about to watch a girl pissing, which we all knew would just make us need to go even more..hearing someone else get that wonderful relief, and hearing their wee-wee hissing out and seeing it too would be like torture... but after years of practice, I was confident in my bladder control and determined not to wet my favourite knickers at any cost.
After only a couple of minutes Michelle announced she couldn't hold on a minute longer. Nikki was instructed to lie down on the ground, and then Cassandra and Sarah were instructed to hold down her arms and legs respectively. Gingerly they made their way over and took up their positions. Michelle was taking her time, building up the tension, but finally she slowly edged over, determined not to spill a drop of her precious cargo too soon, and took up her position, standing, legs either side of Nikki's. She hitched up her lovely yellow skirt, it was maybe an inch above knee length, and pulled her black thong to the side revealing her landing strip of mousy blonde hair...(is it just me? I always find it interesting to look at other girl's bushes..are they totally shaved..is there a full bush..a landing strip or whatever? I think it's just the nosiness in me. Anyway Michelle was certainly well groomed. )
She announced ""I'm absolutely busting for a wee" followed up with a laughing "and it's all for you Nikki.....here it comes" It all happened very quickly. Her pee-hole twitched and then with a "Oh fuck..oh the relief" Michelle began to piss hard onto Nikki's light blue jeans. Poor Nikki..if she'd had any idea of her punishment she would have perhaps chosen a different colour of wardrobe. Michelle certainly had been bursting and there was a powerful hiss as her golden rain burst forth over Nikki's once pristine jeans. Now if it had been me..and lets be honest I am a very naughty girl, I think I would have been tempted to 'accidentally' piss on Nikki's lovely white blouse. It would just have been too tempting. But that's just me. To her credit, and my disappointment, her jet of hot yellow piss was directed right at the crotch area of Nikki's light blue jeans. A lovely dark patch appeared at the crotch and Michelle's aim was so accurate it really did look as though Nikki had wet herself. Droplets of glistening piss dripped off the underside of the jeans as we watched fascinated.
Nikki was saying 'that's enough surely' and when Michelle's stream stopped suddenly after maybe 20 seconds, Nikki looked hopeful. She started to thank Michelle, when Michelle asked Cass and Sarah to turn Nikki over. Gingerly they complied "What about my carpet?" queried Cass but no-one wanted to stop the 'action' and she was ignored. Now Michelle's hot yellow stream of wee was soaking the bottom area of Nikki's jeans. It remained a really powerful jet of golden rain. Nikki fills a pair of jeans nicely, and the jeans were tight and gave her a very sexy look. I don't know if you have ever seen those wetlook videos where a model has a shower in her jeans...well this was just like one of those..only very localised.The backside of her jeans was a shiny wet, dark blue... testament to how desperate Michelle had been. I have to say it made Nikki look very sexy..and I'll be honest, her humiliation was turning me on too. My knickers were getting a little wet..but thankfully not with piss!
Nikki's humiliation was increased by the fact that Debbie and Jessica were leaning in, pointing and laughing. I think we all were loving it, but some of us were having to focus and concentrate on not wetting our knickers..but having used the loo, those two lucky girls could point and gloat and add to Nikki's embarrassment as much as they wanted. Of course I didn't have a stopwatch, but I'd say maybe another 20 seconds of pissing later and Michelle managed to pause her stream again. Nikki was instructed to remove her jeans. Resignedly she peeled them off, revealing a lovely pair of light green, cotton, full knickers. Within seconds Michelle resumed her piss and again with annoyingly accurate aim, had soaked the lovely panties and turned them a deep green. We could see through them now and it's clear that Nikki doesn't shave 'down there'. I think she could tell we could now see through them as she went even redder. Of course Michelle made her turn over, and she had just enough hot piss left to saok the back of the undies completely, leaving them a lovely shade of dark green..before finally finishing, leaving the knickers sodden wet and uncomfortable. It's bad enough if you have wet your own panties, but knowing that wetness you feel is someone else's piss..how awful for poor Nikki. Of course I say 'how awful' but I was loving it. . Debbie and Jessica applauded. My hands were in my crotch but I shared their sentiment. Michelle had soaked both garments..and for the final touch of shame, Nikki was forced to peel down the panties too, meaning we could all now see her bare bottom and pussy. How humiliating for her. It's quite a guilty pleasure to see your female friends private areas..especially when you are a little bit bi, as I am, and especially when the friend is as sexy as Nikki. I tried not to stare, but I made sure I got a good long look at that large firm bottom, and her full-bushed pussy, and loved what I saw.
Michelle was looking like the cat that got the cream, and seemed happy with the outcome, so you may think that's the end of the story. But let me put you right on that..there is a whole lot more to come and you just won't believe what happened next.
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So, before I take this story one step further, I had better introduce you to the other main players, I can't keep on referring to them as 'the others' forever
There was Renee..she's the tallest of us at nearly 6ft, and wears glasses. I work with her and she's lovely.
There was also Sarah....she's about 5ft 4. She's got long long brown hair that goes all the way to her bottom, small boobs, and is very fit (in the old fashioned sense of the word..and probably the new sense as well)
Cassandra..she's not fat but she's got some curves, and has big boobs and a big bottom...I hope you're able to imagine the girls a little with these pen portraits. , Jessica ..well she's tall and slim with long blonde hair, and finally Debbie, who wasn't there that night, but who definitely comes into the story. She's average height, with a pixie cut and c cup boobs, if that helps you picture the characters in the story.
"What's your idea?" asked Nikki. "Well" I said, "Michelle doesn't feel she's been treated fairly. She feels angry with you and won't move on..she won't listen to your ideas to make amends..and you feel you've done everything you can and it's not working. So we need a neutral solution to resolve it"
"C'mon Sophie" said Renee, not unkindly, "get to the point"
"We stage a mock trial" I said "and get everyone to agree to the outcome. The two of you will have the chance to have your say, air it all out and then..we can do it properly. 3 of us can be a jury. 1 can defend Nikki, 1 can be the prosecutor. but the key thing is whatever the decision, everyone agrees to abide by it and move on."
"But won't that mean it all being replayed in huge detail in front of even more of our friends?" queried Nikki
"Yes, but that's not the point" said Sarah ("That's EXACTLY the point" I was thinking, but kept my mouth shut). "Sophie's idea means everyone can have their say, and then we reach a decision and move on"
Nikki bought into it, and the next day we heard from Jessica, Michelle's friend, that Michelle had agreed too.
The following Saturday we had all cleared our diaries and were gathered in Cassandra's living room.
It was actually taking on a life of it's own. When I suggested the idea, I was just being a little bit naughty and thinking it was a good excuse to try and get even more details about the naughty wetting, and also solving their quarrel of course, but the girls were really going over board with the 'trial' concept. By the time I got there, they had decided Debbie would be the judge; that Renee would be the defense counsel and argue on behalf of Nikki, and that Jessica would be the prosecution counsel. That way Nikki and Michelle didn't have to argue or speak to each other.
Sarah, Cassandra and I were going to be the jury.
I won't bore you with all the details.....but Debbie really got into her role as judge and started by stating solemnly that a beautiful girl being forced to wet her lovely knickers is awful and never funny, but she was really being a hypocrite, as she had said it was “fucking hilarious” when she first heard Michelle had pissed in her knickers.
Jessica walked Michelle through the wetting and I have to admit I enjoyed hearing her describe it in her own words, and talk about how humiliating it was "I'm a grown up dignified woman and I was wetting myself like a little girl" was one line that has stuck in my memory.
Oh, and early on Debbie interrupted to ask Michelle "how desperate were you at this point?" "Oh, I was absolutely bursting for a wee" she replied, with feeling
It also came out that in initially making a desperate attempt to stop herself pissing, Michelle had been using her hand to press against herself..and so they had ended up covered in piss. I did enjoy this detail.
Jessica was then trying to shame Nikki, and asking her if she had ever wet herself. Nikki said that she hadn't and Jessica really laid it on thick about she couldn't possibly understand the embarrassment and shame involved. Utter nonsense..I have wet my knickers several times, and I know Sarah has. It's embarrassing of course..but there's far worse things in life, and in this case it wasn't in public just in front of a friend.
Renee argued that Michelle should have had better bladder control..and that if things were getting desperate she could have wee-d in a bucket..or in the kitchen sink. She also argued that beyond replacing the clothes out of her own pocket, what further punishment could reasonably be given to Nikki. I did notice a smile play over Debbie's lips at that, which got me curious, as I hadn't actually thought that bit through..my main goal was to hear every possible detail about the wetting. I think I had imagined Debbie would just say that Nikki's offer of replacing the clothes was fair, and we'd all move on. But that smile suggested otherwise to me. .
There was a lot of talking involved for at least two of the girls, so we did have frequent drinks breaks...coke /lemonade/ tea/coffee. By the end, I was beginning to feel in need of the loo. I wasn't sure about the other girls, and i certainly didn't want to step out and miss any of the trial
Anyway, the case was then passed over to us, the jury, to decide. Long story short (and the three of us did talk it through for a good ten mins or so) , Cassandra thought Michelle was being a drama queen and said 'not guilty', Sarah felt Nikki had been a bit selfish in not letting Michelle in, so she said guilty. and me?? Well, I just wondered what Debbie's smile was all about..and what punishment she could possibly be thinking of..and there was only one way to find out
"Guilty" I said.
Debbie stood solemnly " Nikki, You have been found guilty of forcing poor Michelle to wet her knickers, by a jury of your peers..or should I say pee-rs, she laughed. I feel that the punishment should fit the crime and so I sentence you as follows...." to be continued.
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A wonderful and exciting next instalment and well worth the wait. Plus a brilliant set-up for the next installment. Desperate girl or girls in a cab on their way to a party. It's going to get wet!!
Amazing as always Sophie..many thanks
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What a fantastic story Steve. I love this idea and can't wit to read the next instalment. I wonder if they are equal opportunity piss vandals. Maybe a woman will do something to annoy them next time and it will be her stuff being targeted? Regardless, i can't wait to read it.
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Hi All
Pobox9847 here. I used to post on peesearch for several years. Anyway, long story short, after a few years away, I had an idea that I thought I could work up into a story. If it gets a good response, there will be more. For the avoidance of doubt these stories are complete fiction and the characters bear no resemblance or relation to any person living or dead.
Hi I'm Sophie. I'm 28 and I work as a classroom assistant in a primary school. Somehow I seem to occasionally end up in pee related adventures. I thought you might enjoy reading about them here
I wanted to start by telling you about something very strange that I ended up involved in a couple of years ago
This is quite a long story so I'll have to divide it into parts, so bear with me, but I think it is a tale that deserves telling in full, because while the first part is probably not that uncommon, what was to follow became one of the strangest experiences I have had in my life
It involved my friends Nikki and Michelle. I'd known them both since Uny. Michelle is 5ft 1, mousy blonde with quite a flat chest, and a petite frame and Nikki is 5ft 10, with jet black hair, 32DD boob, and an hourglass figure. Almost physical opposites in fact, but as people, they had always got on famously. But living together puts any relationship under the odd moment of strain. The incident that caused the bust-up with my two friends was an occasion where Nikki had spent so long in the bathroom that Michelle wet herself.
I have to admit, I had actually found it very funny when i heard about it. Of course I hadn't been there, and of course I would have felt differently if it happened to me, but the thought of Michelle, who I get on with very well, losing control and just soaking her knickers with hot piss..well , you have to admit it's funny. A grown woman wetting her knickers like a little girl. I know plenty of women who'd have laughed it off, though..everyone's had an accident or been close. I know I have, but Michelle gets embarrassed very easily, likes to be in control of things at all times, so I know she will have felt really ashamed..which is probably why she didn't shrug it off, but instead had a big falling out with Nikkii,
Apparently she had been knocking on the door, begging to be let in, pleading that she really had to go, and that she was desperate, bursting for a wee-wee, that the sound of the running water from the shower was making things worse and she couldn't hold on much longer. But Nikki would not let her in, even when Michelle said she would wet herself if she couldn't use a toilet immediately. . Now I don't think there was any malice involved on Nikki's part. She's not a toilet sadist or whatever you might call them. However she has always valued her privacy and always locks the bathroom door. Though she and Michelle are friends I know she would never feel comfortable letting her in to use the loo when she was having a shower. Then as Michelle got more and more desperate she began calling Nikki 'a cruel cow' and a 'a bitch' which, Nikki confided to us (more of 'us' later) over a drink in the pub a few days later, then did make her decide to slow down. Which I guess is understandable. Who wants to be called those things when you are just trying to have a shower and get ready. Of course we asked Nikki for all the details, all of us presenting it in the guise of sympathy, but certainly for my part it was at least as much prurient curiosity
"How bad was it?" "What was she wearing?" "How long did she piss herself for?" "Were her knickers totally ruined?" Each answer from Nikki was met with an "Oh No" or a "Poor Michelle" but inside I was quite enjoying the thought of my friend in such an embarrassing situation. I like to think the others were too, & that none of us felt we could admit it, but maybe I am just a cruel schaudenfraude type of girl and the others were genuinely sympathetic
Anyway, though I am sure none of you will enjoy knowing the details in the cruel way that I did, I am presenting them here to give you the full background. We've established Michelle's desperation..that she had been calling and begging and pleading to be let in, and that Nikki, having been insulted, was now on a go slow. But Nikki told us, and she had no reason to lie, that she just wanted to teach Michelle some patience..she genuinely never thought Michelle would actually piss herself...she thought she was exaggerating and being over dramatic..she never imagined she really would wet her knickers.
So, anyway, finally Nikki is showered and ready. Nikki told us that she emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped round her, and said "all yours" but Michelle couldn't even move. She started to take one step forward and then it happened "Oh No..Oh Fuck Oh Fuck" she yelled.
Nikki said Michelle was in a deep pink cami-top, and tight white jeans and as Nikki watched she heard a faint hissing sound. She said she wanted to look away but it was compelling..like watching a car crash in real time..you feel bad for watching but you can't take your eyes away.
Nikki said it was fascinating to watch as the crotch of the jeans began rapidly to develop a wet patch as hot piss flooded unstoppably from her "She was gasping with relief, a pure physical response of pleasure at a huge pressure being relieved..but equally she was clearly mortified and humiliated".
Nikki recounted that Michelle wrestled with her jeans button to try and get them off, and managed to yank the jeans down "Will you stop fucking looking!" Michelle apparently yelled, but Nikki said she just couldn't help it. Michellle was apparently wearing one of her favourite pairs of panties..they were full briefs, yellow with pretty pink flowers on them. A bit girly for me, but definitely Michelle's type of thing. Certainly not a 'date' type of underwear and not her most expensive pair, I am sure..but one of her favourite pairs, and she was soaking them with her piss.
Nikki said she was amazed how much of the knickers were covered in piss..she could actually see the stream flowing from Michelle's pussy through the now see through material , "Getting a good look are you?" challenged Michelle but Nikki told us she was just shaking her head in disbelief..she had never seen anything like it. Plus the knickers couldn't contain the sheer volume of piss so it was now steadily dripping out of the bottom of the gusset and into her jeans that were round her ankles.
Michelle's gasps of sheer relief continued, as did the flow of piss. The panties were almost totally dark yellow when, as Nikki described it, Michelle suddenly thought to pull them down to prevent further damage and managed to step out of them and kick them and her jeans aside. Nikki told us that despite herself she was curious to see that Michelle had a neat little landing strip of hair at the top of her pussy "Well it's not the kind of thing you discuss is it?" she laughed "So I thought I'd take the opportunity to have a look and find out how she does hers". I looked round the table and could tell we were all delighted at this little piece of gossip.
Nikki then told us that Michelle continued to piss, and she now clearly see it was a pale yellow colour. Michelle had clearly drunk plenty since her first pee of the morning..in fact Nikki remembers her having two large coffees and an orange juice over their lazy breakfast. Now she was 'recycling' the beverages straight onto the landing floor carpet. "Dirty Cow" I said without thinking, and worried that I might have misjudged the mood of the table but thankfully everyone laughed.
Nikki said the hissing that accompanied the piss was now joined by the patter of the wee as it soaked into the carpet below her, and that this continued for a good twenty seconds before, after what she was sure was over a minute of pissing in total, finally Michelle's stream slowed to a trickle and then came to an end. "There she was", she recounted " legs astride, pussy on display to the world..well to me in particular looking down at a wide piss stain on the carpet, and at her soaked jeans and panties. She looked embarassed..totally humiliated..ashamed" ...well you would do wouldn't you, I thought, and I imagined she was torn between the emotions of embarrassment, anger with Nikki, and the need to get Nikki to try and help.
Nikki told us she went to get some carpet cleaner. When she returned Michelle had pulled her clothes back up
"How bad is it? " she had asked and Nikki had described how the wet patch on the jeans covered a few inches in circumference at the back. They checked the front together and it was about the same. Then she peeled down her jeans and the girls checked the damage to Michelle's knickers. The wet patch on those covered more than half the knickers "I tried to reassure her it was only pee" said Nikki, but she threw the clothes straight in the bin when she came out of the shower"
"So how was it left?" I asked
Well she went and showered, and by the time she was out, I had cleaned the carpet...but it's been three days now, and she's still not talking to me" said Nikki. "From the moment she came out of the shower till now..not one word. That's why I wanted to talk it through with you girls tonight..I need your help to get her to see it wasn't my faullt.. I've apologised. I've offered to buy her new jeans and knickers. It can't go on like this, but I don't know what to do"
I looked around at the others..I'd had an idea.
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An absolutely wonderful story, Alfresco. I really really enjoyed it and can't wait to read more. Thanks for all your time and effort producing it, and I can't wait for the next installment