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Alright, so I am doing this. My sister promised something and expected me to deliver on it again... We likely should not have been here to begin with, if you add our ages together (since we ARE triplets) we might be old enough. ANYWAY, I am supposed to fill in the last part of the trilogy for you so you can stop wondering about it.

As my youngest sister told you we all urinated under the bed and in the water mattress. I am supposed to tell you about "Hide and [Take a] Leak" not "'Hide and Go Pee'", she always gets the name wrong. So yes, after things wound down at the reception, our Mother was helping clean-up and suggested we entertain ourselves for a bit longer before we left. The rules are pretty basic, but slightly different that regular Hide and Seek:

All players split up and find a spot to release (only one spot per player).

Once you finish you return to Home.

If you return home first, you can try to catch another player in the act.

If you are not first, you must wait for all players to return.

Now you as a team head out and look for the wet patches.

Once you find one you have to guess who made it, if you are right, that person is out.

If you get it wrong, then you are out.

There are more advanced rules, but for just three players you get the idea. You can get back in and you can still win if you were out, but I am not explaining all that for now.  Since I have better control over my flow, I can start and stop whenever I want, so I let out enough and then always go hunting for my older younger sister with the bigger bladder. Once a round has ended, the loser has to wet themselves. If they cannot, the winner gets to do it for them. So we played a few rounds and when everything was done, I was the only one with dry pants. I should not say this, because I know the two of them will read it, but I have a secret way to win. When we split up, I find a spot that will soak up or not show my puddle. This is usually a drawer with clothes (I like to pee on bras, especially when they are still being worn), or things on hangers. The pocket of a coat holds liquid surprisingly well. Since I win most rounds, I get to pee all over my younger sisters, and that is a great feeling. Standing with my slit exposed and raining pee all over their crotch, it is a good feeling of power and dominance (and I often get licked dry).

Well at any rate, that is all you will get from me. I fulfilled my obligation to this ridiculous endeavour. My middle sister might write here again, but I doubt you will see me around. I do hope you enjoyed our escapades though and some of the other folks here have expanded my ideas for future fun, but for now... So Long and Goodbye.

Sooo... my sister told me I was supposed to talk about us peeing. Since I'm the youngest, I usually do what I'm told... most the time.

You know about the stuff we did at the wedding in the kitchen, so I won't go over that again, but I do want to say that I love destroying things with pee. I just got a little tingly thinking about someone eating that ice cream. :) ;) If I can pee on it, I want to, and if I can't, I want to figure out how I can.

Anyway, we were at the reception and drinking a bit more than we should to... uhhh, refill(??) and we kept trying to trade out our sparkling apple juice with the champagne, except we had plastic wine glasses and they were in the real deal. We did manage to mix some in with a couple glasses, but not the whole cup. We only wanted it because we knew it would make us have to pee faster. That worked with enough of what we could steal. Then we sorta wandered off with no one looking into another section of the house, not a huge place, but big enough to disappear down a hall and into a room... with a waterbed. Older sis, not middle sis (from last time), is really smart. She spends her free time looking at all kinds of random web stuff. She went to the corner of the bed and found the plug to add extra water. So we took turns adding our water to the bed. It really was a three girl job, two to hold and one to pee, who had to work on aiming. We were giggling the whole time about "peeing in bed" and I just got another tingle thinking about my cousin and her wife having sex on our pee and wondering how long it will be before it gets drained and replaced.

Of course we couldn't be gone long, so we crept back to the party and started the routine over again. It was a bit easier to drink this time; we were downing soda and water at this point, since they had put out the buffet. In no time we were full again, thanks to the "break the seal" situation. We also had a better chance to sneak off too; people were sitting together and chatting, so when we walked by with plates and cups they thought we were just going to find a place to munch. We did find a place, it was another empty bedroom and we were going to eat, but we were just going to be relieving ourselves while we did it. Now middle sis told you we could pee all at the time and this is when we did it. The room was set up with the bed perpendicular to the door, so you could not see the far side of it. We put our plates down over there and squatted down after getting half naked. The bed had a long cover on it, so we threw it up and over our knees and let it drape down to our waists. That meant we couldn't see ourselves going, but neither could anyone else. We waited until all three of us were steady and comfortable and then we counted down, older sis: three, middle sis: two, me: one. You could just hear all three streams patter into the carpet under the bed. We swished and swayed a bit and I pushed really hard and saw the cover flutter on the other side of the bed just a little, so I know I shot far enough to hit it. I can do a bit farther than my sisters if I really want to try. Since we all knew when we were about to be empty, we lifted to see our damage and pushed our butts out so we could soak the cover over our legs. We watched the material darken from the top with our urine squirting into it from underneath. Then it was used to wipe of course.

Okay, middle sis says that's all I'm supposed to tell you. Except that we also played "Hide and Go Pee," but I think older sis is supposed to tell you about that if you do the same as last time. She says as long as we get close to the same response, older sis will be back to talk some more about our fun times. I really like talking to you all, let me know you like talking to me tooooo~ :)

Hey, so my sisters and I have been into pee play for quite some time. We actually got started really young, because we are triplets. We actually figured out our streams and arc are almost exactly alike too, so we would do things like squat facing each other and start going at the same time, the two opposing streams would arch up and hit splashing all over the place and making us giggle. The other thing's we can pretty much synchronize when we start. So if we want to, all three of us can count down and pee in unison. I have an advantage though; my bladder's bigger so I get to pee even after my sisters run dry.

I'm writing, because we did something fun at our third cousin's wedding. She was getting married to her girlfriend and extended family got invited. During the service, we ducked out saying we needed to pee. Our Mom knows we often have to go at the same time, so nothing surprising there. We got out in the hall and ducked around a corner the opposite direction of the bathrooms and found a kitchen, since this was rental space for parties. There was no one there, we were doing food after the service. My youngest sister (came out last...), took her panties off under her dress and went immediately to the fridge. She opened both doors because it was side by side and then hopped her butt onto the counter across from it. With a little bit of shuffling she got her dress situated and started shooting her spent urine all over the contents of both sides. My other sister helped by opening containers and moving fruit around. There was a 3 gallon package of ice cream that got a little melty, well-watered down, and eventually refrozen.

I went next and decided the stove needed a good washing. Since my younger sister had just finished wiping (with my other sister's tongue LOL), she came over and helped me up to the counter. I stood all the way up to take down my pants and undies, and popped a squat next to the cook-top. I peed over most of it before she lit a gas burner and then I got to extinguish it. We repeated it with all 4 and I was able to put out the whole flame ring on each. We made sure the gas was off when we were done playing I was still quite full though, so I tensed up and blocked my hole with a finger, hopped off, and opened oven door. I can just barely pee standing if I have something to lean against, so my sister helped me out. I was able to douse the inside really well with her directing my piss. She wiped me with her hand and licked her fingers clean. However, that was when we noticed our older sister had disappeared. We looked around, but my younger sister actually heard the hiss of our sister’s flow through a door at the back of the kitchen.

As it turns out there was a second entrance to an office at the back. She had completely removed her shoes and pants (she goes commando) and was on this big desk launching pee all over the flat screen monitor and keyboard/mouse. We both came over and she, with our help to balance, turned to face the chair without stopping. I said I had an idea, so we moved the chair being careful not to get in the flow. Then my sister and I lifted our peeing sister off the desk and walked her around the room to spray anything we wanted like a squirt gun. We drenched a shelf of awards, a sofa, there was a suit jacket on a hall tree that got rained over, we carried her back to the desk and made a small lake that turned into a water fall as it dripped over the edge, and finally we just let the rest go on the carpet. We set her on her feet and she got dressed, before we headed back to our seats.

Mom asked why it took so long and we said the toilet only had two stalls (that is true, we checked) and we were all clear. There was more, but that happened at the reception. If you are interested in hearing about us doing a simultaneous pee, just give this post some love. I think I'll let one my sisters write it, but only IF we get enough feedback. ;P

I'm posting here, but this place seems a little dead... not sure any 1 still visits here anymore:

Well anyway, I wanted to tell you about a situation that occurred. We (there are 4 of us) are the Girls Math Competition team, Enid, Dokiko, Cara, and I (Bree). We all love peeing as there is a lot of math involved when you do it right. We keep track of Capacity, Distance, Height, Arc Angles, Flow Rate, DPS (Drops Per Second), etcetera (Bunch more, but you get the idea). We actually attend the same school as Aggy, but we do not associate with her much (She is a bit of a loner and a little TOO obsessed with pee). There was a competition out of town recently, 27.635 miles from us and across borders. It was an overnight trip since the tournament was early in the morning. We got a hotel room and the 4 of us stayed in the same room. Our Chaperone and Coach (2 separate people) let us take care of our own dinners that night and said we could stay out as long as we were in our room by no later than 22:30. We did a bit of shopping and made sure to fill up on water the whole night. So here are our escapades:

As I said we were all downing water constantly, our intake was about 1/3 litre an hour per girl and we each process at a different rate. Dokiko is like a sieve, water goes right through her, so she usually has the most places but very little each time. Enid is like a sponge, she is a bit chubbier (Rubenesque), curvy and very sexy. Her nerves make her a bit of wild card when peeing, she may get shy or she may unleash a torrent, when she starts though, she does not stop and that can sometimes mean you are left standing in a small lake (LOL). It is not uncommon for her to go for 32 hours or more without a release, we joke that her big breasts are 1/2 extra brain and 1/2 water balloon. She is the physics genius and is actually working on a gaming engine for "Body Physics." (Really she just likes to make girls with super huge busts and animate them properly with motion and collision detection.) Cara is just Cara, she pees regularly with normal volume and speed, but she can do a few tricks. She has the ability to do a forced push and get a single burst to fly an impressive distance (her record is 6 metres with accuracy within 4 centimetres). Lastly, I am just plain Jane... but I am an idea girl and very observant.

Our 1st pee was at a pet shop with Dokiko. We were looking at the puppies and they had a few out to play in an area. Dokiko went in and squatted down (skirt, no panties; so she can pee at a moment’s notice, which sometimes is all she gives us) and got a puppy to come to her. She held it close to her stomach and peed on the floor (about 1/4 a cup and some of it got on the dog), she stood up and told the attendant the dog had done it and we left. From there we went to dinner. We went to a restaurant (I do not remember the name) where we were sharing a booth. Cara was on the outside and after our waitress took our order and left, it was her turn to pee. (I want to note here that our waitress was a 10 and a 1/2, and was in a super short skirt that showed her thong panties in the back and she bent so far over the table that she fell out of her top... her nipples were touching the table and she was good 1 foot above it when they dropped.) Cara turned into the aisle and just shifted her panties to 1 side. She then proceeded to put 2 burst shots under each of the 3 tables across from us. When she was done she went across the aisle and did 2 more burst shots under the booths in front and behind us (1 each). Finally still in the other booth, she slid to the middle of the seat and emptied her remaining pee on the opposite seat (under the table across the booth). You could see her stream hitting the seat back and dripping into the cushions. Dokiko peed 2 times under our booth, 1 she announced, the 2nd 1 was only known because she splashed my leg. (We got the waitress to flash us her pussy too; we were joking that we got to see the top and wanted a complete picture. She flipped her skirt and pulled her thong down to her mid-thigh. It was petite and pretty and shaved clean. She got a really good tip. LOL) We headed to do some clothes shopping at a goth / punk shop from there. We all went into the same changing room and Enid tried for about 5 minutes to pee on anything in there with no results. So again, Dokiko filled in for her and got a decent amount on the seat. Her puddle measured 5 centimetres and was mostly round since the seat had been indented from use. I drenched the corner carpet from peeing on the mirror.

At this point we were kind of bored and tired, so we went back to the hotel. We changed into suits and went down to the pool area which was empty. We piled into the hot tub and turned it on and up.  We were all still downing water and then I had to pee again. I convinced Enid to pop out her big boobs and I got the chance to stand and pee on them which made us all giggle and was really fun. Cara crawled out and peed in the pool... from the edge of the hot tub. (LOL) We told Dokiko that every time she had to pee, she had to stand in the middle and count down from 1000 by 12. (She made it to 412, roughly 7 times and the average length after we timed them was 7 seconds). After 2 hour we were bored again (that was after we timed how long it took for Cara to masturbate herself to full orgasm, 17 minutes 48.872 seconds), we dried off and decided to take a look at the stairwell by the pool. It was about 21:45 by then anyway and we needed to get back to the room soon. We went all the way to the top floor (12 floors) because the stairs had a sign that said "Roof Access." Once we climbed all that way we were exhausted, but past the last landing the stairs continued around another corner to a final spot with a ladder and a locked access door. The carpet up there was all new, we could still smell the glue, but Enid felt bad that she had not contributed to the fun and said it was her turn. She took off her bikini bottoms and squatted on the step before the platform, and then we waited. It took 10 minutes before she was comfortable and then she just started peeing. She managed to cover the entire top landing from corner to corner (1 yard and 1/2 squared), the step she was squatting on, the 1 below it (2 times 8 inches by the previous 1 1/2 yards), and the rise between each (6 inches vertically by the 1 1/2 yards times 2, again). This astonishing feat took no less than 4 minutes and 18.664 seconds of uninterrupted stream. In fact Dokiko peed on the ladder 3 times and Cara did a burst wave down the stairs while Enid was going.

We quickly got back to our room on floor 5 and inside. We let Enid have the shower 1st and while she was in there we surprised her. We all stripped down and attacked her, I took her left breast, Cara on her right, and Dokiko with her dexterous Asian fingers worked her clit and slit. We were going to switch and keep going, but Enid gets really sleepy after an intense orgasm. So since I had to pee again, she let me pee on her boobs 1 more time and she actually surprised me by moving and letting my flow fill her mouth. She took 1 good swallow before Dokiko pushed in front and took 1 good swallow, and then Cara locked her whole mouth over my vagina and swallowed until I was empty. We all slept really well that night.

The competition was close, but we won. (YAY!!) We were all piled on the bus and on our way home when the Coach had to pee but there were no Rest Stops. So after some convincing, we goaded him into standing in the aisle and peeing into the cup on the trophy. Then to make the whole trip even better... our Chaperone got up and did the same thing. There was no warning or anything, just completely natural. She stood up, walked to the trophy (still had the Coach's pee in it), kicked off her flip-flops, unbuttoned her pants, removed them from 1 leg, straddled the cup, and let loose. She hissed and the pee swirled around and bubbled with her heavy force flow. (We secretly timed it, at 0:20431 seconds, so we could do some other calculations later.) Then she put everything back on and sat back down.

Best School Trip EVER.

My jury's still kinda out on this 1 all... I wrote a new story to post for my Birthday (no not today, but this week).

Since I'd some1 ask me to try another lore or fable, I'd... the concept seems fairly trite. I hope I adapted it well.

I'd really like some feedback on this, if you've anything to say good or ill, please do. I'm great with constructive criticism.

In the Swirling Deserts of Ancient Times there was a Kingdom where Mystic things still existed. In this place lived a young girl orphaned by the loss of her parents. With no one to care for her, she lived on the streets as a thief. She was always careful to disguise herself and move swiftly and quietly, knowing that if caught her punishment would be severe, a life of prostitution. One fateful day, she stole a loaf of bread in the market and thought everything was fine... she turned down an alley and was confronted by the King's Guard. The chase went down the streets, over buildings, and through them, the girl narrowly staying ahead of her pursuers. Eventually after crossing most of the town, her escape lead directly into a Royal Procession. The girl rushed into the street and ran headlong into the Prince's horse startling it, nearly getting trampled in the process. The Prince was an adept rider and after making sure she was not harmed, questioned the guards and the girl. Learning that the bread was stolen, the Prince pardoned the girl, paid for the loaf of bread, and the girl instantly fell in love with him. She pined over him and watched from afar whenever time allowed. She would always be in the crowd whenever the Prince was out. However, she knew they could never be together. There were rules of class and status and she had neither. Her love was too strong to think properly and she was determined to be a Princess herself. Now as was said, this was a place where Magjick still had power. The girl knew of shops buried deep in the center of town where dark alleys existed for selling dark things. She spoke with the girls in the brothel and acquired the information she required, a place that sold occult items. She arrived drunk on her desires. While the shop owner was distracted she stole a Bottle of Summoning and ran. She remained in hiding all that day until nightfall to be sure it was safe. In the dark of the night she followed the instructions that were read over and again until they were a mantra in her head:

Pop the Cork,
Pour it Forth,
From the Fluid You Will See,
The Way to Change Your Destiny.

Smoke rose from the ground and what formed was a Female Djinn. The Djinn was quite beautiful, long dark silken hair that remained always aloft with an appearance of the universe drifting through it. Her breasts were unburdened, gigantic and bountiful, larger than any the girl had seen, Teardrops of the Gods could not match their shape or splendor, covered only by fabric that made the Wind jealous of its transparency. Her long pointed ears were ornamented with several massive gems, emeralds and rubies the size of grapes, and sparkling gold rings more reflective than mirrors. From shoulder to fingernails, both arms were covered in patterned tattoos that seemed to move until you looked at them directly. Her waist was diminutive, her hips slender, and just the wisps of more hair could be seen below as her legs faded into a misty tail.  The girl implored, gushing her story to the Djinn who was not swayed. Her imprisonment however, meant the Djinn was bound to assist, but not without a cost. She granted the girl's wish with a cryptic reply:

"The gold you make will be the gold you bank.
However Lust and Greed are not in league.
Beware what you seek will not be your need."

The girl was left alone with only the echo of laughter. Thinking the Djinn betrayed her, she decided to desecrate the bottle that held it, despite knowing the Djinn hated the bottle as well. The girl threw it into the sand at her feet. She lowered her pants and while standing began to pee on it. Slowly as her water rained down the bottle became solid gold, her liquid pooled in the sand as it splashed and turned to gold nuggets, even where it ran down her legs dried into rivers and flaked off as gold leaf. Her flow now lasted much longer than usual, she took advantage of this and threw everything she had with her into the torrential golden stream. Once it finally subsided she collected a single remaining drop from her lips on her middle finger, it hardened into a perfect droplet which she pocketed. Knowing what she must do, she left everything else except for one nugget. When dawn came she bought a horse and left town to become a Queen.

Upon reaching the first town she knew to buy supplies. It was hard initially; shop-keeps looked at her suspiciously. How did someone dressed as an urchin have a fine traveling horse with saddle? The girl was run out of three shops when taking her purchases to the counter. Eventually there was a keep that gave her a total for the items she wanted. The girl asked the lady to hold them for her while payment was acquired from her travel bags. As soon as she was outside, the girl found an alley, removed her garments, and produced her payment. She was worried until she discovered she no longer had to have the urge to go, she simply had to strip and she could pee. Finally looking the part, she was able to collect the other sundries with less difficulty, even returning to shops that previously turned her away. On her journey she visited a jeweler and had a necklace made from the droplet, which after putting on she never removed, even while bathing or sleeping. Eventually she came upon a desolate kingdom with a dying King. She wagered with the King that she could bring him a living beetle covered in gold before his death. He agreed saying that if it were true he would die a happy man seeing such a miracle and what was left of his land would be hers to take.

Unfortunately the girl had gone far enough that this land did not have the same bugs as her home Kingdom. She stayed in the palace, searching for days while with every breath, the King's condition worsened. She woke one morning in her room to find the very bug she needed crawling across her floor. The covers over her bed were carefully moved aside, she still slept nude because it was all she knew from being poor. Every motion was made with caution to avoid alerting the insect. Her feet were placed to either side and the beetle lowered to the ground, she slid until her slit was past the edge of the bed. Her spray fell squarely on the mark, but the bug did not move. Her gold went unabated until the creature stood in a puddle, but was completely covered. Fearing it might be dead; she quickly grabbed it off the floor and rushed to the table across the room. Gingerly setting it down, the girl waited. Slowly the carapace changed colors, but there was still no movement. After what seemed like minutes, the bug shook, opened the casing over its wings and stretched them out before closing them, and trying to crawl away. The girl snatched it up and quickly locked it into the cage she had prepared. She threw on a tunic and rushed to the Kings chambers. The beetle was presented by taking it from the cage and placing it directly on the Kings’ bed-sheets. The King was startled at the sight, throwing the sheets off, the beetle flew to the headboard and from there the King retrieved and examined it. He marveled at it for some time in silence, before saying his last words, "Well done, this is truly a miraculous thing. My kingdom and lands belong to you now..." and he expired. She jumped for joy and hugged the dead King. The girl ran back to her room and found that her puddle had formed a disc but the middle still resembled the shape of the beetle. She finished dressing and returned to the King. His wish was to be burned in accordance with his tradition; the pyre had been ready for more than a month. He was laid to rest in fire with the bug in the cage.

Years passed and the land thrived and flourished again fed by her wealth. The symbol of her Domain was the golden disc and she was finally Queen. Word of the Queensland eventually reached the Prince, now King of her previous home. His rise to power was not well accepted by the subjects fearing he was too young to rule properly. So seeking a show of power to rally his followers, the King readied his army to attack. When the King arrived with his envoy, the girl knew her Prince immediately. It was not until then that she recognized her love was gone, not just for him... all Love she ever possessed. She had not realized in the years that had passed since ambitions began, her love for anything had disappeared, now dead inside she ruled fairly but without sentiment. The war was short; with no effort she crushed her former desire and took his Kingdom, her Home, for herself as well. The Queen was distraught, her Prince King meant nothing to her any longer and so he was locked away in a dungeon until he expired. She traveled to her old Home and proclaimed her sovereignty with the Treaty of War. While wandering the familiar streets of this town she stopped in the brothel and had the headmistress bring her all the girls that fit two criteria: popularity by beauty and the largest breasts. She chose several and claimed that they were now the start of her Harem. Every time the Queen left on a trip, she would acquire a new girl of exceptional looks or an exquisite gigantic chest. Rumors began to circulate, what did the Queen do with a female Harem? Not long after, the question was partially answered.

The Queen soon appeared before her subjects always wearing a breastplate of solid gold, however while the Queen's own breasts were only average size, it was clear that the ones being worn were fashioned off another. This was done with a slow process, the Queen called it a Cleansing Ritual, and all Harem members did it before they were accepted. The girl was washed by attendants and blindfolded. She was then brought to the Queen's chambers where she stayed for three days. During this time the Queen would talk with the girl and attend to her every need as long as she remained blindfolded. She was fed by the Queen, slept in her bed, when the need arose, the Queen would even assist with the toilet. During these days, the Queen would pee on the girl several times, always saying that it was the Cleansing. The girl would be walked to a small alcove and helped to kneel down. The Queen would then disrobe and relieve herself on the girl's breasts. The pee would turn into gold leaf at first, as subsequent sessions occurred, the gold slowly became thicker and solid enough to be removed leaving a cast of the chest it covered, complete with nipples. On the final session, the Queen would ask the girl to rise and remove the blindfold. The two would be standing naked in front of each other, the Queen would kiss the girl (a gesture that was only for show), and then remove the gold plate. The process was explained as a manifestation of the purity within, which caused the gold to appear. The Queen then said that she would wear the plate as a symbol to show her subjects the virtue of her Harem. The story of purity and virtue traveled with the same speed as the rumors and the Queensland flourished. She has the old breastplates melted down and turned into a solid gold building named the Golden Garden for her Harem. The Queen tells only her girls that they are free to do anything within this place. They need not dress, but they must bathe twice a day in the private Spring. They should drink the waters of the Spring and when needed, relieve themselves on the plants. The Golden Garden is accessible only by the Queen so it is her duty to bring her Harem whatever they want or need. The girls may only be looked in upon from above through the glass ceilings. It is their sole responsibility in the Harem, the must tend to and see that the Golden Garden thrives.

After several years of sorrow, the Queen began searching for the Djinn she feels cursed her. With her nearly limitless wealth, she hired Mages to search for her. They were given a verbal description and told to look anywhere accessible to them. The hunt continued for nearly a decade, before the Queen is presented with a Spell of Summoning, which can be tailored to call a specific Mystic creature. Once the ritual is performed the Queen meets with the Djinn alone. They discuss many things and it is finally clear to the girl what her riddle meant, Lust and Greed are two powerful forces and seldom work well together, she had to trade one for the other and live with the consequences. The Queen pleads to the Djinn telling her she is miserable and offers the being anything she desires. The Djinn states curtly that the Queen has little to offer, as a transcendent being the Universe is at her fingertips, there is only one thing the Djinn desires... the emotions felt from human sexual deviancy. The Queen almost instantly agrees to the terms, the Djinn will possess her body and together they will partake of the Harem. This will reawaken the girls Lust and allow her to love again. With the deal struck the Queen and the Djinn entered the Golden Garden and locked the door behind them. In her years as Ruler, the Queen had become aged and battle-hardened; her body dense with muscles. The Harem watches as the two merge, the Queen's breasts swelled in size, her ears grew to points, tattoos spread across her arms, slowly the transformation continued. Eventually they become One, she was the embodiment of perfect femininity, strong and soft, sleek and bold, power with the gentle caress of fine satin. Her Harem flocks to her and fulfilled Her every desire. The Orgy continued into the night and days beyond, they pleasured each other during every activity, bathing, eating, even sleeping is blessed with arousal. The Harem delighted in drinking her urine, refusing to spill a drop, they collected it and served it with the meals. The liquid still retained the ability to make anything it touches gold, but when consumed it was the Nectar of Gods and no taste can compare. The more the Harem imbibed, the more of them began to produce it too. Word spreads through the Lands of the Endless Orgy, while in reality it only lasted one week, the Legend says that it continues even to this day.

 
"Mom! Did you have to tell the WHOLE thing? We're going to be late for the Initiation... and they're going to go ALL THE WAY through it too."
"It's not my fault we are stuck in traffic; I just had enough time to recite it."
"The cooler's empty back here and up front only has two water bottles left."
"It's alright girls; we are just about to the off ramp. Can everyone hold on until we get to the Community Center?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Me too."
"Me three."
"I'm squirming, but I'm not bursting."
"I'm just past that; I may have to pee in the car..."
"Fine here too."
"My bladder's an iron pot. What about you two?"
"I'm driving, so the concentration's kept me from noticing."
"Well, I'm still not full, so if my daughter has to go I may drink it."
"I thought it was bad luck if we drank before we started the Celebration of the Golden Queen?"
"That's just superstition, but it looks like we may be good. I can see the banner on the building from here."
A van pulls into a busy parking lot filled with girls of various ages; seven daughters and two mothers file out. Everyone is completely nude except for a necklace with a single gold droplet. Over the door there is a banner:

"Welcome to The Daughters of the Golden Queen's Endless Orgy!!"

Below it there are two additional lines:

"Only Water allowed, Hydration is Important and Provided."
"All ages Welcome."

Hi...

My name is Agnus, Aggy for anyone that knows me. This is going to be a really short letter compared to the others posted here.

I am a little shy about admitting this and hope maybe you might give me some confidence to embrace my desire. So, I am a girl... and I really like pee. I mean not just the act, the smell, the taste, I get wet just thinking about it. I fantisize about the other people in my class peeing, all of them. I was not able to focus the other day, because the thought popped in my head that one of the girls would get up, walk over to my desk, drop her pants, and just soak me... then because she waa doing it some of the guys would join her and before long the whole class would be standing there drenching me in piss, even the professor would stop teaching and she would go right in my mouth while the students pee on her too.

I am typing this really slow with one hand, because the other is already inside me down there...

The thing is I have a very specific preference that I want to happen more often, but I do not how to ask. I have worn glasses since I was very young and I was always glad for the fact they acted like windscreens, nothing really gets past them. I used to pee in my mouth so I could drink it and my glasses always made it so I could still see what I was doing if I missed my mouth a bit.

Now though, I have a girl I like (and a boy too, but still not sure...), I really like her and she kind of knows I like pee. We have shared a stall in the bathroom numerous times and I fingered her while she was going twice. So yeah, I think she knows, but I really want her to pee in my face. Right into the lenses of my glasses. Oh... if I could get the boy to join her too, I swear I am going to cum just thinking about it...

Whoa, now that I have calmed down a little, what do I do?? How do I ask her or him or (dare to think of it)both...

Please help, I want this so bad.

Hello Carpet Fans!!

It's Margo Astra, sorry I have been super busy... but that's good news for you! I have a couple of stories to share, so here we go. The trade circuit is pretty busy during the early part of the year... but those shows were rather pedestrian (Get it?). I'm only mentioning them for a few reasons, 1) Playing the Pink Paper's games has opened my eyes to "opportunities," realizing just how easy it is to sneak off and get some relief; 2) Wandering some of the places not on the beaten path, I found evidence that people had done just that. Sometimes they were very discreet, other times rather apparent (hard to mistake a reflective patch that tapers to about waist height on a wall, right next to 2 more)... but enough about that, you want the good stuff.

I was doing a Cosplay Convention, for those that don't know it is a place for people to dress up as favorite characters from all forms of media. There are classes on sewing and designing elements and dealers selling wigs and all sorts of elements. The outfits can be very simple or extremely complex, which brings me to the set up for my story. I was a Booth Babe again, but this time I was working for a steampunk shop (think Victorian style with gears), so had a reasonable outfit for a change. Not too much detail, but corset and top hat with a very short skirt and thigh high leather boots. I thought I looked super cute, especially with my red hair. At the far end of the dealer room was a stage and on Saturday around 2:00 they had a semi-professional fashion show. Knowing that some of the clothing was troublesome to remove, the Con providers had a set of bathrooms down a back hall specifically designated for dealers only. I got over to use them a couple of times and it was pretty common to see some women in there, half to almost completely naked before they went into the stalls. Anyway I'm rambling again, it was during the fashion show that I took one of my breaks and as I got to the back hall there was a lady there with three attendants trying to help her get out of costume. This was a beautiful dress; it was a cross between knight armor leg greaves and a knee length hoop skirt that was half metal framework attached to the corset. I recognized her face as one of the guests listed in the program, a Korean Idol, popular for her singing and body (very full breasted). She was fussing and fidgeting, clearly in distress and I assume cursing in her native language. The corset had gotten stuck and that was preventing them from working on the straps for the leg armor. I stopped for a second to ask if I could help just as they got the skirt off, so they waved me on with a "Thanks."  I was about halfway down the corridor listening to steel plates clank on the floor, when the Idol started to whine loudly. I turned back to see her shoo everyone away, pull down her leather pants and underwear, bend slightly at the knees and just start peeing full force. She was more than a foot from the wall and didn't even have to use her hands to hit it with her stream. I was a little jealous and stood staring like a kid; I snapped back to reality and ran to the bathroom, grabbed some paper and came back. This girl should be an Idol for that, I got all the back to where they were standing before her flow ran out. She was sighing heavily and looked surprised when I held out the paper. Her eyes lit up and she quickly took it and wiped, one of the attendants translated for me that she was very thankful. (Since I know some of you are going to be curious... she had no hair down there, smoother than a peach.) She pulled her pants back up and the four of them collected her costume parts and disappeared through a side door in the hall. Now, since all the excitement was over I remembered I had to go too.

I stood looking at the huge damp spot on the floor and the few drips still trailing down the wall and it immediately struck me to seize the chance. (I mean come on, when else is something like this going to happen? I was just given a free pass to pee right here and no one question the cause.) The bathroom had been empty when I was just there, the door to the dealer hall had a deadbolt on this side (which I quickly spun locked), I was alone and safe. I was so much more nervous now than when doing my performance... this was very my first inappropriate pee for fun. I got my panties off quick (frilly backed that were part of the outfit for the booth) and got into position. Thankfully the boots had zippers, so I was able to squat. That at least made me more comfortable. I closed my eyes and just tried to go, a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, but even that wouldn't loosen me up enough. I rubbed myself just a bit down there, regulated my breathing through my nose, and that was the trigger. It was the scent of the spent fluid. The nerves gave way, the gate came open, and my pee shot forward. If you remember from before, urge + squat = distance for me, so I was hitting the wall easily too, but I didn't have to worry about moving this time. I drained myself completely; a few extra pushes got everything out for sure too. Since, you are all waiting for my opinion on my first time... honestly I was not that impressed. It was great to get the rid of the pressure, and I am sure it was a little thrilling; otherwise I would not have been so nervous. Overall though, it just felt like taking a bathroom break. So not sure it's my thing yet, but I am certainly not done doing it either... and that brings me to the second encounter.

There was a show in my own hometown this time, so I was able to stay in my apartment and drive in each day. They paid my gas since they did not need to get me a room, so a win either way. It was a four day Car Convention Auction and I only stated that because it was the third day that this event happened. I had been caught in the traffic that morning, a bad accident had closed the freeway to one lane and then because of that, there was a fender bender in the remaining lane. It took me two extra hours to get there and by then, my rare morning coffee was pushing on me pretty hard. I am certain it is no surprise to any of you, but Parking Garage stairwells are de facto bathrooms. I parked and made a beeline for the stairs knowing that it was probably empty and I could be soon too. (LOL) Anyway, I got through the door and it squealed shut behind me, I heard voices, "Go up one more set."

"But I just heard the door close there."

"Yeah, because someone just left... It's clear, trust me."

"I really need to go..."

Louder than before, "Then hurry up and get up there!"

Two girls round the steps and see me, "See I told you!!"

"Fuuuck."

I spoke at this point, "You have to pee too, huh?"

"See nothing to worry about; we're all here for the same thing."

"Good. I can't wait any longer."

They both jogged up to my landing, clearly sisters. The younger one brushed past me and put her feet at the bottom of the next set of steps up and started fussing with her jeans. The older one took a quick vault onto the railing and stepped half over before undoing her jeans. I told them I would keep watch for a minute and they both thanked me. The older girl got her pants down to the top of the railing then stepped her other leg over and sat her butt on the metal. She held on with one hand and shuffled her jeans to her ankles (thinking back I’m not sure she had panties). She hooked her feet under the lower bar and spread her knees open. Then she started, there was no pause, and it was strong! Just a quick interruption for a few details, trust me it will be worth it once I explain. The deck had a spiral staircase in the middle where we were and zig-zag stairwells on the outside. Most people used the exterior stairs because it put them out on the street, instead of the middle of the bottom floor. The set we were using, had a landing on each side staggered by floor (one side, other side), so looking over the rail meant you could see the door for the next floor across the way. This girl was shooting so far that her stream hit square in the middle of the landing they had used to enter the stairs. I stood mesmerized; I didn't even know a human was capable of that distance and force. She knew what she was doing too; she was pushing to hit the door with her jet and hosing down the ENTIRE landing. I looked over to her sister, the younger one (actually she was probably too young to be talking about on here... but, "Grass on The Field," Right Guys?), and then it was even more evident they were related. As I said, her toes were pushed against the bottom step; she had squatted and leaned back into a spider position (That's right... RIGHT??), from here her hips were up in the air. (The little details again, she was unshaven, but not un-groomed, respectable.) This allowed her to spray up the steps... and that was equal to my eye line, approximately six steps. I noted in my mind that it was brilliant, it was high enough that it would not flow all the way back down before you finished and get your shoes wet. At this point I decide to join them and take the last logical place, the top of the down steps. I got in position and just went for it. I managed to skip four steps, and just barely clipped the edge of the fifth, which I adjusted my squat to remedy. I can't image what it must have looked like; I think even if we could have had a picture taken, someone would have called it photo shopped. Even more surprising was we all finished within seconds of each other (Older, Younger, Me). The older sister waited and we helped her back over the railing. (I think you what I will list here: She had no bush either, just stubble and a piercing.) We all took a look at our puddles and then headed to outside stairs and off to convention. I saw them a couple of times in the dealer room and they stopped by the booth when they recognized me. The older one was named Lauren and her sister was Laura. We exchanged cell numbers and have been chatting. Their dad works a lot of the car shows for his company, so we have some common ground. Friendly acquaintances and they both said I could join them to pee anywhere / anytime.

Hope to talk to some more of you soon!!!

Hello Wet Carpet, I am long time reader but I wanted to finally write something… because I want to brag a bit. LOL

So a small bit about myself, I’m a Brit and rather tall, 200 cm. Oh, I’m female too. I suppose that might be useful. The thing is, I’m all legs. My mates actually joke I’m just a midget on stilts so I can get on roller coasters! ROFLMAO Seriously though, my proportions are a bit odd.

I had a rather loose upbringing, we were very poor because my father was injured and unable to work, my mother passed giving birth to my younger brother because she was not in a hospital, and while I was young I had to work odd jobs and some back alley things (I can joke about it now, but yes… THOSE back alley things that young girls do). So early on I learned that taking care of “Nature’s Call,” didn’t always mean using a loo (and could be profitable too… if you knew who to ask, maybe more on that later). As an urchin, the streets were my toilet and that meant anything anywhere. ;0

So now that we’ve the pleasantries out of the way, let’s talk about the good stuff. As I mentioned I am fairly tall and grew quickly when I was young. This came in handy for draining the reserves, if I could hook my fanny over it, I could piss in it. Sinks, drawers, rubbish bins, a few drinking fountains (fun one that), and tables and counters too. You get the general idea.  After I was old enough and got a real job, I was able to save and rent a place for my family, after that my brother got a job and started paying for stuff too.  Our first spot was total bollocks, the sidewalk outside the place had better running water (but the rent was too high… LOL). Needless to say we took a right piss out of that place, literally and figuratively. The three of us would often stand side by side and just drench the wall. My favorite was to wait until it was night-time and sit with my ass over the hole in the floor of my room and drench the flat below us. Their bed was down there and I got a real thrill wetting it for them. Also meant I didn’t have to walk as far in the freezing cold winters in my knickers with no heat. Just roll off the mattress still wrapped in blankets, expose my bum over the hole, and make it snow below. I used to wish that it was cold enough for it to freeze before it hit the ground, not sure it ever did…

All that was in the past and now that I am older still, I only indulge in this as a hobby. I often visit the shops just to blow off a little steam, as it were. Furniture sections are brilliant for this, stand next to a bin of pillows, duvets, etc. or pop over to home goods and drench some silver. I’m not above testing the packaging on crisps, biscuits, or wafers. Also if you live nearby, make sure the lid on your pickles and cider has not been popped. ;) Now on to my bragging rights though. Ever since I was a wee lass (like the pun there, eh?), I have dreamed of doing one really rude piss. I wanted to soak a Postbox.

I found out one day when sending off bills I was just right for it too. The opening was in perfect line. I would maybe have to pull up a bit but, it was still achievable. However I always knew that if I got caught that was the end of everything, the fines would send us into debt and I would likely get taken away. So it was just that, a dream. Since we are still in a rough burrow, we don’t get as much renovation as other places. However the city decided to do some beautifying and upkeep this year. One part of that project was replacing the post boxes. The ones we used were still from WWII era and looked like some of them had survived a few bombing runs. Anyway, the city found out that they were national icons or some rot and decided to leave them where they stood but lock them and mark them redundant. They put the new ones out first and still checked the old ones for a few weeks just in case. I watched carefully and planned for my chance. About a month after the switch I made my move. I put on a skirt with no knickers and waited for the last pick-up of the day. This gave me enough time to pop round and gets a couple of pints. I don’t usually buy beer, too costly, but I knew I was going to need the “liquid courage” as well as the fast processing, you never buy beer… only rent it, eh? So sitting at the pub I could see them empty the new box and verify the old one was clear too. I still had to be careful, I needed to not be seen and make sure no one dropped anything in the old box. There were still a few bitties that refused to use the new post. Thankfully everything went well and once the streets cleared out around 2:00AM it was time for my fun.

I was bold; I walked right to it, flipped my skirt up… and bitched out. Honestly, I got spooked by footsteps and panicked. My second attempt went smoothly, the bit of fright made sure everything was moving down below. I snuck up, stood there in front, threw my skirt over the top, and that was liftoff. I used a hand to hold the door open and my flow went straight in. It was loud and fast, I could hear it splashing and rattling the container inside. Slowly I heard it filling too. I was so elated. I legitimately pissed in there for a 01 min 42 sec. Yes, I timed it. My bladder was bursting. I wish I could have recorded the sound too. It is impossible to give an analogue that would match it. As soon as I was done, I dashed into the alley and rubbed one out. After that I went home and came here to write this. Talk to you later, Loves. :)

Hey all, not sure if you remember me... My name's Lydia, the weird dream girl?

Anyway I thought I was done after that last one, but I have had this same new dream 3 nights this week... so not sure what is going on again. SO here we go:

I am sitting in the teacher's lounge outside the Principal's office with 2 of my friends. We got busted for peeing in the boy's locker room... while they were changing for practice... naked. We were really confused when it happened because, once again, everyone in my dream was a girl... so we thought we were in the girl's locker room. It might just be because we were being really rude about it. We were all 3 standing back to back to back and we were aiming EVERYWHERE. ;) We must have hit the coach, because she came over naked with her rather large dick between her legs and drug us out by our hair all the way through the school, down to the office, and all of us still naked... including her.  Also, sorry about the girls with dicks... I know they have them being guys and I have seen them use them alot and naked in school dream, INORITE?? XD

We are sitting there in the office Stacy, Brittney, and I, arguing over who came up with the idea and was most at fault, everytime we accused each other we would pinch the closest nipple. Since this was all in dream time, it went on for awhile until the secretary scolded us. After that one of the teachers came in to print something on the copier and it jammed, so the secretary gets up from her desk, she has on a polo shirt, stockings with garters, and thong undies. She reaches for the panties and removes them and while bent down opens the side of the copier. Once she stands back up she just starts peeing into the copier, her knees are bend slightly and she is covering the interior of the copier with her spray. The teacher there has at some point taken off her clothes too and joins in soaking the copier. Suddenly it whirs back to life and finishes printing. The teacher leaves with her stuff like she was never undressed from the start. The secretary closes the copier doors and returns to her desk... except she never stops peeing. She bends down and the stream arcs out from between her legs splashing on our feet, she walks back to the desk and it sways back and forth in front of her with every step. She pulls her chair out and drenches it as she sits down and then she has her legs spread under the desk still going like nothing is wrong. In my dream the desk had no front so I could see her bush (tiny landing strip in blonde :) if you were curious) still streaming out water, it was like it was stronger now that she was sitting because it shot out straight across the room and was splashing down in the middle of the doorway. A few teachers came in and out walking right through the shower. I remember one lady came in and stood there in front of the desk with it just hitting her legs while they talked about the weekend. Anyway with dream time again she just disappeared and the secretary stood up to file mail... still peeing like a facet left on high. She gets done with the few envelopes she had and now starts filling the cubes with her flow. I mean filling too; she would not change positions until it was draining out the front. All that would have been fine until she got the 3rd row of them, she sits down on the floor (now covered in a several inch deep lake of her spent liquid) and you can see her concentrate, then the arch gets high and starts filling that row... which if you were standing next to them might be equal height to your chin.

So at this point the Principal's door opens and she comes to collect us. We pass the secretary still on the floor aiming into the next row up, now at eye level and then the door shuts behind us. We sit on the leather couch and the Principal starts talking. It is mostly incoherent, more dream babble. Then Stacy gets up and sits in front of Brittney on the floor, she opens her mouth, Brittney opens her legs, and the drinking begins. The Principal looks very pleased, next Brittney gets up and sits in front of me. At this point, I am guessing you know where this is headed... so yeah, I start peeing in Brittney's mouth. Finally it is my turn under Stacy, but she does better standing, so my nose is buried between her legs. The strangest part is she tastes AMAZING! :) Like seriously delicious, pick your favorite drink and just image that was the 1st thing someone hands you after being lost in the desert for a week. Once that finishes up, the Principal is talking as she stands up and we sit back down. She unbuttons what is left of her shirt to let her breasts show and starts unzipping her skirt. Now as I have said, sorry about the girls with dicks and from last letter, the Principal has a monster dick. The skirt drops and you could see that if it had been any shorter, she would be sporting head shots, except the skirt was knee length. She reaches down with her right hand and flips it upwards, catching the head in her left hand. She sits back down and holds the dick at an angle towards the 3 of us and just releases. It hoses us down, like a real hose... garden hose at full power, jet the width of a finger or bigger, to say we were showered was an understatement. We all open our mouths and drink copiously, but this tastes rancid. Rotten milk with black licorice, candy corn, and expired strawberries... all flavors I do not like mixed, but I am gulping it up as fast as I can.

Now, we get to the only coherent thing that is always the same. The Principal stands up, walks over, still deluging us with piss, and says, "I hope you ladies learned a good lesson, don't waste your resources." After that I wake up panting heavily, hand on my clit, and uhh... wet with dew (you get the idea).

I am a little worried if this one comes true...