Mitzdkat

Alternatively if you have a huge bladder when did you first realize it?

Sadly I don’t have a huge bladder, just average... but I wrote about my experience in a story on these forums a few years ago... my sister’s friend “Kate”, who, at age 12 could overflow a 32 oz mug and spew out massive gushing pisses through her teenage years.   That first time she did it just kind of blew my mind and took my interest in pee to a whole new level.   I have to admit, as my sister and family still know Kate and her husband, I wonder if he knows about her abilities and at least got to enjoy them, if not, that’s a shame.

Sorry for the title but it was the best I could come up with... there were three times in my life, prior to meeting my wife, where I think I could have had a pee related encounter but, usually due to my naïveté and shyness, I blew it.   Two of the incidents were with the same girl.   Susan, worked with me on my very first internship/coop job during my sophomore year at university.   Her family was actually friends with the owner of the company that hired me.  She was a pretty, vivacious young woman of 26 (I was 19) if memory serves me right, with a tight body, long brown hair and brown eyes.  We had to work together on quite a few projects when I first started there and we hit it off right away.  She was in a bad relationship but didn’t seem willing to completely dump her boyfriend and I think she used me to make him jealous, although I really didn’t mind because I thought he was a jerk.   One day during the summer, we hit the beach over the weekend, initially just laying in the sun, she jumped up and asked me to join her in the water.  As we ran through the surf into the deeper water she told me to come stand by her... then she asked if I felt anything warm?  I did and she just blurted out that she really had to pee and just did so in the water next to me.   Totally flummoxed I didn’t know what to say except something stupid like “okay”.   

The next time with Susan was a year or so later, she had just gotten an apartment in the Boston area and invited me over.   It was a small place and as we were talking she excused herself and walked over to the bathroom, pulled down her pants, turned around, and without shutting the door started to pee noisily facing me from the bathroom.  Since seeing and hearing women pee was an almost overwhelming turn on for me, I again just kind of shut down and pretended not to notice her show... she probably thought I wasn’t interested in her or pee at all. 

The final time was with a different woman, Kathy.  I was really smitten with Kathy.  She was a tall, athletic black haired Greek beauty and the only female Blackbelt in the university martial arts club I was in.  She had an apartment in a neighboring town where she would throw parties for the club.  After one of these parties, I stopped by to help her out.  She excused herself to the bathroom and seemed to leave the door open a crack.  She proceeded to take the noisiest and longest power pee I think I’ve ever heard.  It seemed to go on forever and sounded like the sink had broken and was spraying water into the toilet.   She came out like nothing had happened and I just stood there slack jawed and staring.   Unfortunately, it was never repeated and I had started dating my wife a few months later.   

I have no regrets for the things I’ve done, only for the things I haven’t.

It started out innocent enough with neighbors Michelle and Kate in the bushes of the park. The park was on a property diagonally to the right and behind our house and it abutted the street behind ours. It had a swing set and a couple other jungle gym/park toys that all the kids used during the summer. There was also a sizeable hill leading down from the street which was good for a short quick sled ride in the winter. The bushes were on the side of the park and had a hollow area inside where older kids would go to smoke and probably some would make out although I never saw it. Next to the park was our back door neighbor, whose kid, Cris-Ann was in my class. She was kind of obnoxious, pushy and her father was a teacher in our school so she could get away with murder. One time, while we were sitting inside the bushes, complaining about Cris-Ann we all thought, hey, why not piss in a bucket and dump it in her yard? I’m not sure who actually came up with the idea but it was probably me. However, at the time I had no real interest in pee. To be honest, it was just an excuse to look at the girls naked. There actually happened to be an old plastic bucket that was left there from some unknown kid and we quickly took turns peeing in the bucket. I volunteered to hold it for the girls, such a gentleman… I think, because of that, I began to associate sexual excitement not just from seeing the girls naked but from the act of peeing itself.  We left the bucket out, because it really wasn’t all that full but when we returned, several days later, it stank with that old nasty pee smell. This was great, we kind of collectively thought, because now pouring it on Cris-Ann’s lawn would actually do something. So of course we decided to drink up and fill the bucket so that we could really deliver a nasty coup-de-grace on her lawn… The first time we had peed in the bucket, we had all taken quick pees, there was no significant difference in the volume although Kate and I peed the most and Michelle peed the least. However, this time Kate shocked and amazed us by letting out a huge hissing piss that nearly filled the remaining volume of the bucket in one go. Michelle squirted out her usual half a cup and I probably peed three times that much but nothing compared to Kate. It was from that point on that my obsession with Kate’s huge bladder, well developed and constantly wet pussy began.

After many incidents at the mini-park, we took it inside. Eventually we just lost interest in dumping the old pee on Cris-Ann’s yard and, in fact, we never did. However, even though we could see people coming from quite a ways inside the bushes, there was still a better chance of being caught. Kate and/or Michelle would come over to visit my sisters; Kate and I would watch TV far into the night in the finished basement of the house. During that time, I’d have her drink glasses and glasses of iced tea. Most of the time, nothing happened because siblings or friends would come down but every once in a while we’d have the place to ourselves. I’d have her sit up on my weight bench and spread her legs. The first time, I had two big plastic drinking glasses, probably about 12 ounces each that I was going to use to catch her pee. Then I would take the full glasses upstairs to jerk off with. She felt like she didn’t really need to go so we kind of teased each other about stopping for the night and just going to bed. Then we heard Michelle coming downstairs and quickly threw Kate’s panties on. I acted like I’d finished drinking out of the one of the cups, Kate, the other. Michelle watched some TV with us for a while but then decided to turn it in. Kate in the meantime was now noticeably uncomfortable, squirming and pressing her long legs together. The second the sounds of Michelle faded off upstairs she uncharacteristically stated “Oh my God I have to go!” She yanked off her pants and jumped up on the weight bench. I walked over with the cups… “Hurry! Hurry!” she said. I quickly got down under her and held the first cup next to her thick lips. “Oh…..God” a giant hissing stream, nearly an inch across gushed out of her. The first cup filled to the brim and nearly overflowed in a second or two. “More...more...” she gasped… I switched the second cup, another huge hissing stream filled it in seconds but I had nothing left and she couldn’t stop, the stream kept coming and pee poured over the side of the cup, my hand, down my arm and all over the floor. She sighed in near ecstasy as the pressure on her great bladder was relieved. I put my lips to the cup and tasted her pee. It was so good, warm water with a slightly sweet flavor from the iced tea. Her gush dwindled to a trickle and the last of it turned into a thick viscous rope that draped itself over my hand before sliding onto the floor. One of the regrets of my life was not drinking all that thick hot juice but honestly it sort of freaked me out at the time. I thought there might be something wrong with her. I was still too young to even know what it was.

Several such incidents happened but not as intense, save for one. Again, I had given her a huge glass or two of iced tea. This time, she just waited until she really needed to go and this time, I thought I was ready… I had one of the 12 ounce glasses but for my pees d’resistance (pun intended), I had a 32 ounce special edition Slurpee mug, for a total of 44 ounces. There is no way, I thought, she could hold that much pee. I couldn’t even come close to the 32 ounce mug (and I tried a few times). We watched TV and played on the computer for a good hour after she told me that she needed to go so she was very desperate but not seeming as much as before. She jumped up on the weight bench and I positioned myself so that I could hold the mug and watch. Her pee started, gently at first but then a powerful hissing stream. The big mug got warmer and was quickly filling. Her pee was perfectly clear, no bubbles but no thick juice this time either :( it kept coming and was nearing the brim of the big mug. Suddenly, I heard Michelle on the stairs again. Thinking about it now, I should have just kept going, maybe Michelle would have joined in but again we were all way too young. Kate quickly cut off her stream, flipped on her pants and I took my mug over to the couch and pretended to be watching TV, sipping my pee-water (making sure not to stand up and reveal my huge hard-on). Once again, Michelle watched a little TV with us and then went back upstairs. I asked Kate if she had more pee, she said she did and we tried to restart but I guess the strain on her bladder was too much and she couldn’t squeeze anymore out. I took the big mug upstairs with me and drank about half her pee while jerking off.

We had other episodes like that but we moved more into the strictly (normal?) sexual realm. Asking Kate if she had to pee became more of a request to eat her out and jerk off (fortunately, we were smart enough not to attempt intercourse but we came close many times). Kate’s pussy was constantly wet, covered with her thick juice which she drooled out when excited. She had very large inner labia which dangled from a heavy, crinkled clitoris that bulged out from her Mons Veneris. Once I started eating her out, it was hard to even think about doing much else because I’d cum just from licking and sucking her thick folds and drinking her heavy juices. One night, we went into a 69 on the floor and we both lapped and sucked at one another. It was overwhelming for someone my age and I quickly reached orgasm. At that time I could make a pool of cum about 4-5 inches across and squirt a few feet as well. I arched my back and came for all I was worth, all the while lapping at her hot juice. When we got up, there was no cum anywhere; I hadn’t heard anything from her so she must have just silently swallowed my whole load. It was like nothing had happened. That was actually one of the final times we had sex. I was leaving home for college and she was moving to New York.

The years passed by. I met and married my wife. Kate met and got involved with many men, most losers and jerks (she's happily married now though). She remained a big girl, pushing 5’10’’ or 5’11’’ by the time she graduated from high school. I could only imagine her bladder capacities and sexual abilities as a fully grown adult but I fantasized a lot about it.

She and my wife got along very well though and one day we were all over her apartment when her boyfriend was out. We were doing a little drinking, getting kind of loose and we started talking about sex. I was always mildly nervous talking to Kate in front of my wife because I wondered if she might start mentioning some of our exploits. Kate was telling us about how big her boyfriend’s cock was and that he had a big nose and big hands or was somehow or another trying to relate features to penis size. Of course my wife had to say how big my hands and nose, etc was so it must be true (not). Kate chuckled and kind of quickly glanced to the side, smiling at me but didn’t say anything. Then she told us a story about going out and getting really drunk at a bar with some of her friends. At some point, a middle aged Asian woman came up to her at the bar, wearing what looked like a fur coat. The Asian woman was very drunk as well and slurring her words so that Kate could barely understand her with the accent. However, she started to deduce that the woman was asking her to pee on her. Kate told her to leave her alone but it must have set off some kind of reaction in her head. Later on, even drunker than before, Kate and her friends leave the bar and head off down an alley. There they run into the Asian woman who now begs Kate to piss on her. Kate, being totally drunk and not even realizing how bad she needs to go agrees. The woman lies on the ground in the alley with Kate straddling her, skirt hiked up and underwear stripped off. She takes a huge gushing pee on her, soaking her fur coat, face and everything around… The woman is writhing in orgasms on the ground as Kate’s huge hot stream fountains all over her. Kate’s friends are freaked out but then cheer her on. She finishes and leaves the Asian woman spent, soaked and moaning on the ground. My wife is also shocked… “Did you get some in her mouth?!!” she asked. Kate smiled and said something like “I piss a lot, it went all over her.” Somehow, without thinking I agreed with her. Later my wife asked me “How would you know how much Kate can pee?”… Oh shit, caught, and I had to confess some of my sexual escapades with Kate. Fortunately, my wife is very cool about it and eventually agrees to pee on me but that’s another story… (one of my early posts actually).

My wife and I got into watersports about two years ago.  Actually, I was already into them in terms of desire (from way back in childhood) but, two years ago, my wife agreed to pee on me and the rest, as they say, is history.  Until recently, in fact, she did not seem to actually be all that turned on by giving me a golden shower.  There was only the slightest indication of her fascination with my obsession that seemed to reveal a proclivity towards giving them.  She seemed to like to watch her stream hit me in face or chest or gush into my mouth.  However, all this time she refused to allow me to touch her vagina when she was peeing and if I try to, she stops.  I begged her to let me eat her out as she peed but she just would not have it.

Too make matters worse (OK, not really worse but certainly more frustrating), my wife has a huge bladder and a massive stream.  She gushes out a liter or so when she pees on me and can easily do it less than thirty seconds.  Prior to doing this she chugs down a full bottle of lemon-lime seltzer water (my favorite for recycling) to produce a nearly clear stream that tastes just like warm rain water.  Her stream tends to spray wide too so she usually winds up soaking two large towels (in addition to me).

My wife always gets kind of wild when she drinks and it usually doesn’t take too much to get her there either.  This one night we came home from a particularly stressful day.  I make a mean martini and for some reason we started drinking them on an empty stomach.  Now I weigh about 250 pounds and can put away quite a bit of booze if the mood strikes me but my wife is substantially smaller and these two martinis were enough to put her into high orbit.  She was acting like she needed some good hard fucking when we finished our drinks but I didn’t realize that she had drank a large amount of seltzer water as well.  Now normally, I have to initiate sex, be it a seven course meal or a quickie (with or without pee), however, this time she leaned over and said (in a slightly slurred voice) “I really have to go, do you want me to pee on you?”  Needless to say, she didn’t have to ask twice and I promptly dragged her upstairs.

 

I don’t know about you but I always piss more when I’m drunk.  First off, your bladder doesn’t even register with the brain that it’s full until it’s really full.  Also by then your really desperate to go because by then, your bladders already swollen beyond its normal capacity (which you didn’t feel because your so drunk) and its well on the way to incapacitating.

 

How’d you like it?  She asked me.  At that point I decided to go for it.  I mean the worst she would do was to say no and just piss on my from afar as “normal”.

“I want you to squat on my face and give me a hand job at the same time.”

“OK, I’ll try but I can’t guarantee that anything will come out.” She replied.

We wound up settling for a 69 position and she started sucking my cock.  In the meantime her pussy hovered over my face.

 

The first time my wife pissed on me I was shocked at the power of her stream.  Whenever I had listened to her pee on the toilet before then she always sounded like a dribbler but that first time it was almost a stinging stream.

 

As I lay there, she started to pee hard and due to my position it all just when straight into my mouth.  Now I can chug beer and other drinks with the best of them but I couldn’t keep up with this and soon I was almost drowning in pee.  Fortunately, I decided to lean forward and attempt to eat her out as she peed.  The second I started doing this she started screaming “Oh my God! I’m coming, I’m coming!!)   The pee was still gushing out and we continued this for what felt like a full minute with my wife going absolutely crazy.  The pee dribbled to a stop but I still hadn’t come yet.  In fact, she was purposely holding back on her side and wouldn’t let me come.  “Hey, I’m not done yet!” I complained.  “Shut up and fuck me.” Was her reply and at that she jumped off me, turned around and sat on my cock, all the while I was sloshing around in her huge puddle.  She came several more times while I pounded her and finally I let loose.  I just lay there for awhile

 

I haven’t been able to get her to repeat the incident even though I’ve tried several times.  Of course, I always keep martini fixings close by, just in case.