wetwulf

After catching our breath and coming down from the high of what just happened, Tara walked to the bar and grabbed a few towels from a drawer. We had a nice time dabbing the droplets of pee from each other and did our best to wipe up the floor and couches, even though we knew it was a mostly lost cause. But we placed the towels on the couch cushions under us anyway. “I think we can go change into our night clothes if you want, girls,” Tara said. “We’re probably just going to sleep down here.” I looked around the basement room and did not see any beds and wondered where we would sleep, but I didn’t question it. My mind was also still on Tara’s story.

“I don’t know about you,” I said, “but I’m not even thinking about sleep. I want the rest of that story.” Tara laughed.

“Okay, I’ll finish the story, but let’s get dressed and have some more drinks.” She stood up and walked to a dresser at the corner of the basement. Jennifer reached beside the couch and pulled a think pink nightgown from her bag. I reached into my own bag and took out my black sleep shorts and a gray loose tank top. I looked over at Tara as she slipped a light green teddy over her head. “I’m not going to bother with panties, though, since I would just soak them anyway.” She laughed.

“Same,” Jennifer said. I slid mine back into my bag. Tara walked to the bar and started mixing us drinks again. I couldn’t tell what she was making, but I looked forward to it anyway. She poured something pink into three glasses, brought one to me and another to Jennifer and grabbed her own off the bar and returned to her seat.

“Alright, then.” She took a sip of her drink. “Mmm. Tasty.”

“What is it?” Jennifer asked.

“Kiss on the lips,” Tara said, grinning. “So, story. Anyway, Cheryl was peeing all over herself and the couch. When she finished she sighed and the rest of us just looked at her. I was amazed, but Kiki, Danielle, and Lara seemed unphased like they’d seen it before, and I’m sure they had. But if you girls met Cheryl you would understand why I was floored by this the first time. She’s just so womanly and like the mom everybody loves, and yet here she was pissing herself and her loveseat. She looked right at me after she sat up, letting her puddle of pee just fall to the floor and in between the loveseat cushions.

“’Are you okay, Tara,’ she asked me. I nodded. She slid her panties and jeans back up and sat back in the loveseat, still smiling at me.

“’That was just…unexpected,’ I said. She laughed and my heart jumped.

“’Well, you did it, Mom,’ Kiki said. ‘You broke our guest.’ They all laughed, and I know I blushed. ‘And you made me have to go, so…” Now Kiki sat back, but she didn’t seem to make any move to take her jeans or panties off. She spread her legs and sighed. We all watched the dark stain form and grow in the crotch of her panties and after a few seconds we could hear it hissing. ‘Ohh, I love that feeling,’ Kiki said. I noticed that the recliner was not vinyl and as her jeans glistened a flow of pee just soaked right into the seat. No one seemed to care, though, and Kiki was clearly enjoying herself. The glistening stopped, and there was a big dark stain in her crotch. She sat up again back to how she was before pissing herself and made no move to take her wet jeans off.”

I heard hissing next to me again and turned to see Jennifer with her legs parted and dribbling pee on the couch cushion and to the floor. I just smiled.

“Kiki stood up and smiled at me and Danielle. ‘Well, girls, are you planning to stay the night?’ I didn’t know what to say and looked at Danielle. Danielle nodded. ‘Then let’s show you your room for the night. We’ll be up late, of course, but you can crash anytime you want.’ She led us down the hall, and I was amazed by how long the hallway was and that there were at least ten rooms in this hall. Danielle and I were taken to the third room, which was a gorgeous bedroom with a king-sized bed topped with elegant looking blankets and pillows.

“’It’s beautiful,’ I said. Kiki thanked me, and then she surprised me.

“’Same rules apply in this room as the rest of the house,’ she said. I wasn’t sure I heard her right, so I said ‘What?’ ‘If you need to pee, you can do it here.’

“’But,’ I said, ‘that bed is so…’

“’It can be cleaned,’ Kiki said, laughing again. ‘and don’t think it’s never been peed in before, because it has. Haven’t you ever wanted to just let it go in a king-sized bed?’ I had honestly never thought about it, but now that she’d mentioned it, I kind of did want to. ‘How do you feel about sleeping in a wet bed?’ Kiki asked.

“Danielle said, ’If she’s sleeping with me, it’s going to get wet.’ We all laughed.

“’I guess I’m okay with it,’ I said.

“’Do you want to try it now?’ Kiki asked. I smiled and looked at the big and obviously very soft bed.

“’I think so,’ I said. I stepped up to the bed and pulled the covers away. I was still naked from the waist down, so feeling brazen by this point I just pulled my shirt over my head and then unsnapped my bra. I crawled up onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets on my bare skin. I sat up and scooted back to the headboard, but then I leaned back onto the pillows. ‘Are you sure I can do this?’ I asked. Kiki smiled and nodded.

“She said, ’Trust me, it will be amazing.’ And that was all I needed. I bent my knees and spread my legs and just seconds later and warm trickle started and tickled my slit and down my butt crack. I could feel it warming the sheets and mattress under me, and I closed my eyes and just let go. It grew to a flow and soon I was peeing full-force. I lowered my legs and put them together and gasped as it sprayed my inner thighs and soaked the sheets under me even more. I knew it was soaking the mattress, too, but I looked at Kiki and saw her smile of approval. Then Danielle walked up to the foot of the bed and started taking her pants off.

“’Tara, I have to pee, too. Do you care if I get up there?’ I just nodded my answer because by now I was dribbling messy pee all over myself and the bed and rubbing myself. I watched her, though, as she climbed onto the foot of the bed on my side. I thought she was going to crawl over to her side, but she just knelt there with her knees bent and her feet behind her. ‘Oh, here it comes,’ she said and threw her head back. I watched and kept rubbing myself as her pee started as a dribble that left a few drops on the blanket and then she moaned and started going full stream, splashing her hot pee all over the covers. She reached down and pulled them up close to her vagina and we could hear her pee hissing into them. Kiki walked closer to us, and then I saw her unbutton her wet jeans and reach her hand into them. Danielle was rubbing herself with the wet covers, still hissing pee into them, and I was now stroking my clitoris.”

Tara paused and spread her legs and as if she were demonstrating she started stroking her slit and touching her clearly swollen clitoris. Then a small but obvious trickle of pee seeped out and soaked into the couch cushion under her. I also had to pee again, so I just opened my legs and let go, feeling my flow warm my bottom.

“So,” Tara continued, but sounding like she was struggling to focus, “pretty soon the room was filled with the sound of our moaning. Just then Cheryl appeared in the doorway and at first I felt horrified and stopped masturbating. But then she smiled and said, ‘So you like the bed.’ I just nodded. ‘Please, finish,’ she said. I obeyed and went back to rubbing my clitoris. Then she reached to her still naked bottom and started rubbing herself, as well. I was about to lose my mind when I saw a stream fall from between her shapely legs, all over her hands, and drip to the floor. ‘Mmm, I love to pee while I masturbate.’ That did it. I screamed as I climaxed and soon Danielle followed. I warmed the sheets under me again, still cumming and peeing, and I closed my eyes to just enjoy it. I could hear Kiki orgasming and then Cheryl moaning and crying out. When I opened my eyes again, Danielle was laying on her side at the foot of the bed, pee seeping from her bottom and still soaking the covers. Kiki was leaning against the wall, panting, and Cheryl was leaning in the doorway, also panting.”

“Oh my god,” Jennifer said. She was rubbing her slit now and getting a little red in the face.

“Don’t masturbate yet,” Tara said. “I have a surprise.” She stood up and walked to a closet at the far end of the basement. “Can you girls help me with something?” We stood up and joined her. Tara opened the closet door and started pulling out a single-sized mattress. We helped her get it out, and then sat it in the middle of the basement floor. “It’s far from king-sized, but…”

“No,” I said. “You mean we’re going to…?”

“Yes, we are,” Tara said. “Well, one of us is. Because whoever pisses on this is also sleeping on it. Who’s gets the pleasure?” she asked. In spite of everything that had happened, I hesitated. Jennifer must have been reluctant, as well, because she also didn’t speak up. “Well, I guess I get the first pleasure,” Tara said. “Which means this is where I’m sleeping tonight.” She reached back into the closet and pulled out a sheet and a blanket, then spread the sheet over the mattress and tossed the blanket on top. She reached in again and took out a pillow.

“I’ll do it,” I said. Jennifer and Tara both looked at me. “I haven’t pissed my bed since I was a kid, and I don’t know when I’ll get to do it again.”

“Okay,” Tara said, smiling. “You get the mattress. Jennifer, you get the couch where you and Cassie were sitting, and I’ll take the other couch. But first, I want to watch Cassie enjoy herself.” She winked at me, and I smiled and looked down at the mattress. “Go ahead,” she said.

I walked up to it and knelt down to pull the covers away. “I’m just going to leave my pajamas on,” I said. “They’re going to get wet anyway.”

“Whatever you want to do,” Tara said. I crawled onto the mattress, which was surprisingly soft and comfortable for a single.

“I don’t know if I have to go yet since I just peed on the couch,” I said. But I could feel my bladder filling, so I might have been wrong about that. I laid back onto the pillow to get more comfortable and tried to relax, but I looked up and both Jennifer and Tara were watching me.

“It’s okay, really,” Tara said. “Just relax and let it go.” I closed my eyes and tried to relax again. This time I could feel it reaching my urethra and soon I was dribbling just a bit. I could feel it soaking through my panties and shorts and dripping onto the sheets and mattress under me, just like Tara must have in her story.

“Oh, that feels nice,” I said. I sighed and my flow increased to a steady stream that flowed out and down my slit and warmed the sheets even more. “Ohh, wow.” I reached down and pulled the crotch of my shorts and panties aside. Now my flow was coming fully as it hissed out and I let go and peed freely into the mattress, splashing my warm pee all over my legs and the bed. I heard another hissing sound next to me, and I opened my eyes to see Jennifer standing there, pee flowing unabated down her legs. My flow was coming to an end, but Tara was touching herself again, and soon Jennifer and I were joining her, rubbing our soaking wet slits and caressing our clits until almost in unison we all three cried out as we climaxed.

“I’ll sure sleep good tonight,” I said.

“Okay, you have to tell us more,” Jennifer begged. We were working our way through another round of drinks when she said this, and she nearly spilled her drink with excitement. Tara laughed.

“Well, what do you want me to tell?”

“Anything,” Jennifer said, “about you and Danielle. What else did you do?”

“Well,” Jennifer said, “I can tell you about this little ladies night thing, kind of like what we’re doing right now. When I say little, I mean it was like five of us. It was about a month after our night in the dorm room and by this point, as I said, we had become more adventurous with our peeing experiences. The fun started on the cab ride over to the party, though, when Danielle gave me a look and then scooted forward in her seat and slid the back of her skirt up. A few seconds later she was peeing through her panties and it was dribbling quietly over the edge of the seat and to the floorboard. I tried to hide my smile as I checked to make sure the driver was not wise to what was happening. But she didn’t seem worried at all and just smiled.

“She had told me earlier that we were going to a little party at her friend Kiki’s house. There were no guys there, just some girls and some drinks. I remembered Kiki from our high school days when a bunch of them spent the night at my house and a game of Truth or Dare became a game to see who could hold their pee the longest. I did not win, by the way. I looked at Danielle and said, ‘Wait a minute, the same Kiki?’ Danielle laughed and any nervousness I felt about going to a party at some stranger’s house was gone now.

“We pulled up to this nice two-story house, and I could already see people on the porch, a familiar-looking brunette with long, curly hair and a sporty-looking body, a thinner brunette with straight hair, and another brunette who was obviously older and a little more plus-sized but no less attractive. ‘That’s Kiki’s mom, Cheryl,’ Danielle said. ‘Don’t worry, she’s cool.’ I smiled, and I honestly could not stop looking at this woman who just seemed so classically beautiful, not knock-out hot but just so womanly. ‘Oh, there’s something else,’ Danielle said. ‘I figure I should tell you before you get surprised. Kiki and Cheryl are the ones who got me started with peeing.’”

Not even waiting for a pause in Tara’s story, I parted my legs, sighed, and soaked the couch under me. I licked my lips as it swirled around my crotch and she continued.

“I know my jaw dropped, but I was smiling, too. ‘So,’ I said, ‘you’re saying there might be some peeing at this girls’ night thing?’ Danielle just smiled at me. ‘I wouldn’t say “might be,”’ she said. I just smiled wider.

“We hopped out of the car and right away the curly brunette ran from the porch and greeted Danielle with a big hug and then an unexpected kiss on the mouth. Danielle introduced me Kiki and I both hugged, remembering each other. Pretty soon we were being led onto the porch where I was introduced to Lara, who was the thinner girl, and of course Cheryl. I didn’t mean to stare, but I’m pretty sure I was. But she smiled and greeted me, and I did my best to smile back.

“’So,’ Kiki said, ‘did she already tell you?’ I smiled and nodded. ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘and trust me, I’m totally okay with it.’ And to prove it, I stood right there on their porch and soaked my panties.”

“Oh my god,” Jennifer said. “You just pissed yourself on a stranger’s porch?” Jennifer was squirming again, and I knew she was holding her pee until she was ready to burst. I also knew she would probably have another orgasm when she did.

“Well, they weren’t all strangers. I knew Kiki and Danielle.”

“Yeah, but the other two…”

“I think that’s why I did it,” Tara said. “Especially Kiki’s mom, Cheryl. She was just looking at me, smiling, and when I let go I could tell she was pleased.”

“Tell us more!” Jennifer said. Tara and I laughed at her childlike eagerness.

“Well, they all watched me soak my panties and let it dribble down my legs and Lara said, ‘Yep, she’s one of us.’ And we all had a good laugh at that until Cheryl led us inside. It was a nice house, but I smiled when the first thing I noticed was dark furniture, a couch and loveseat obviously vinyl, and dark carpet. Cheryl told me I could take my wet panties off if I wanted and she could wash them, or I could leave them on. I slid them off and was surprised when she just grabbed them like they were her own and walked down the hallway. ‘Make yourself at home,’ Kiki said and pointed to the furniture.

“I sat on the couch at the far left end and Danielle sat in the middle next to me with Lara to her right. Kiki sat in the recliner, leaving the empty loveseat for Cheryl. We started talking and reminiscing about our days on the swim team, about how Danielle and I had lucked into becoming roommates in college, about Kiki going to beauty school. Pretty soon Cheryl was back with drinks and food. She had some wine coolers and a tray of cheese and crackers and some vegetables. She sat them on the coffee table and took her place on the loveseat. We munched and talked some more, and I looked over and saw Cheryl sitting up in her seat. ‘Excuse me, girls,’ she said, and we watched her as she unsnapped her jeans, pulled them and her panties down, and sat back into the loveseat. A few seconds later we could hear a hissing sound as she started peeing right into her seat. I watched it dribble out of her and sort of swirl around at her crotch, because the couch was vinyl so it wasn’t going to absorb or anything, but she just sat there and kept pissing, making her puddle bigger until it started dripping over the front and onto the carpet.”

“Okay, I’m going to, OHhhhh!” Jennifer screamed, and sure enough a loud, splashing torrent of warm pee flowed out of her and soaked the couch cushion under her. She gasped and scooted back, still blasting the cushion with a steady stream that sprayed her thighs and the couch. I was not surprised when she reached her hand down and touched her vagina, not caring that she was still peeing all over her fingers. I could feel some of it splashing on my bare legs, and I could not help but feel my own pussy getting wet.

Tara did not continue talking but was also watching Jennifer. To our surprise, she stood up and came over to Jennifer. Without hesitation, she knelt down right between Jennifer’s knees and allowed her warm pee to spray all over her breasts. Then her lips were on Jennifer’s, who did not stop her and who was still peeing against Tara’s stomach now. I couldn’t help myself any longer and sat back, spread my legs, and started rubbing my clit. Tara saw me and stood up, her breasts and tummy dripping with shiny pee. We all three seemed to be caught up in the mood of her story and everything that had happened so far. “Let me help you with that,” she said. She stepped closer and I watched as she spread her pussy lips. “Keep rubbing,” she said. I obeyed and she sighed as her warm pee squirted out and splashed first my legs and then up to my vagina. I couldn’t hold back a scream as I rubbed harder, feeling her hot stream against my clit and dripping down between my legs.

I could see Jennifer kneeling beside me now, with one hand buried between her legs and another reaching out to caress Tara’s ass. When Tara’s flow finally stopped, she knelt down on the floor in front of me. “Let’s masturbate each other,” she said. I took my hand away and looked at Jennifer, who also took her own hand away and scooted closer to me. I reached over and placed my hand between Jennifer’s legs. She did the same for Tara, who already had her hand caressing my vagina.

“I have to pee again,” I said.

“Go ahead,” Tara said, but she did not stop rubbing. I threw my head back in ecstasy as I let go. The combined feeling of my warm pee dribbling out of me and Tara’s fingers slipping in and out of my vagina and around my clitoris was enough to bring my orgasm hard and fast. I started panting and could hear Jennifer moaning and breathing more heavily. I opened my eyes and looked at Tara, who was still kneeling on the floor, eyes closed and head thrown back as Jennifer rubbed harder and faster. Tara moaned and I could see a clear dribble of pee flowing out of her, all over Jennifer’s and, and to the carpet. This must have set her off because she rubbed me harder, and I gasped and started rubbing Jennifer harder, until my climax came and I threw my head back again, screaming and moaning. Jennifer and Tara joined me. I slumped back into the couch, panting as the last dribbles of my pee warmed the couch again. Tara lay on me, her head on my breasts, and Jennifer slumped onto my right shoulder.

“And the night still isn’t over yet,” Tara said. "I need to finish my story."

After our wetting experience was over, we all three looked at each other, smiling but also realizing nothing would be the same between us. Tara was the first to break the quiet moment.

“More drinks?” she asked. Jennifer and I agreed and Tara reached behind the bar and took out some glasses, a bag of ice, some strawberries, a lime, and the bottle of Bacardi. She took all of this to the blender and was soon making us all daiquiris. She handed mine to me and then Jennifer’s and took her own and walked to the other couch across from us. I took a sip and right away tasted the rum.

“Strong,” I said, laughing. Tara just smiled her now-familiar wicked smile.

“Okay, so I have to know,” Jennifer said. “How long has this been going on?”

“What?” Tara asked.

“You know what,” Jennifer said. I took another sip of my drink and laughed. “Out with it,” Jennifer said.

“Fine,” Tara said, sighing and taking a sip of her drink. “It started when I was in college. I lived in the dorms, and my roommate was a party girl. I didn’t mind, though, because she never partied in the room, and I met a lot of cute guys through her when I joined her at a few parties. But she came back smashed a lot, like almost every night. There was one night she came in and tried to be quiet, but she made a lot of noise struggling to get up into her bunk. I watched her in the darkness but didn’t say anything to let on that I was awake. She eventually gave up trying to climb the ladder and just stood next to our beds. I heard her curse, and then she said, ‘I don’t really want to stumble all the way out there.’

“I had no clue what she was talking about, assuming she was just really drunk, but I kept watching her. She sighed and walked over to the corner of our dorm room. It was a little tougher to see her in the dark corner, but a few seconds after she stepped over there I heard a soft hissing sound. I tried and tried to figure out what it might be, and every time my brain came back to the same thing. She was peeing on our dorm room floor. I finally had to say something.”

“’Uhh, Danielle, what are you doing?’ I asked. She gasped, but she didn’t seem to move from her spot in the corner, and the sound continued.

‘I’m really sorry, Tara. I just really had to pee, and I’m too drunk to make it out to the bathroom. I’ll clean it up in the morning, I swear.’ All I could think to say in return was, ‘Umm…okay.’ I was also amazed that she continued to pee a full hissing stream even while talking to me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I really had to go. Ohh, that feels much better.’ I still couldn’t see very well, but the sounds of her pleasure and relief were unmistakable. Speaking of relief…” Tara sat up and spread her legs. She sighed and a steady stream of urine sprayed from between her bare pussy and soaked the couch cushion under her. She took another sip of her drink as she continued to warm her seat with a hot gush of pee. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Anyway, back to the story,” she continued, still peeing. “Danielle finally stopped peeing, and I really didn’t know what to say. She walked back over and grabbed her covers and pillow from the top bunk and threw them onto the floor next to our bunks. I noticed she was naked from the waist down. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I understand if you’re grossed out and you want a new roommate, but I had to go.’ I told her it was okay, that it happens sometimes, and she then asked me if I’ve ever been caught short like that. I told her I had, and she pried further until I told her about an accident after work when we were really busy, and we locked up after closing, and I realized too late that I hadn’t used the bathroom. I didn’t make it home, but had to pull off and still ended up wetting my work uniform. Luckily, no one was up when I got home and I changed and showered.”

I heard a hissing sound next to me and looked over to see Jennifer licking her lips and sighing. She was sitting normally, though, but the sound and her expressions of relief made it obvious what she was doing. Tara just smiled and continued her story.

“So as I’m telling this, I notice movement under Danielle’s covers. She kind of has her legs apart and I gasp when I realize she’s touching herself. ‘Are you masturbating?’ I asked. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘Alcohol makes me randy as hell.’ I laughed. ‘And so does peeing.’

‘Peeing makes you horny?’ I asked. I was more confused than bothered by it.

‘Well, not like any peeing. It’s not like I get off every time I go to the bathroom. But, like…what I just did…and like in your story…I get off on peeing places I shouldn’t.’ I honestly didn’t know what to say, but I could hear her still rubbing herself like it didn’t even matter that I was right there. And to be honest, I felt kind of horny, too, just from hearing her sighs of pleasure.”

I moved in my seat, feeling the pressure in my bladder grow, but I wasn’t ready to release it yet. Tara and Jennifer both looked at me, probably expecting something. “Sorry,” I said, “not yet.” They both laughed.

“Anyway, she kept rubbing herself, and in spite of how awkward this whole thing was I found myself reaching under my covers and slipping a finger between my panties to rub myself, too, but being as quiet and subtle as I could. It didn’t matter, though, because Danielle wasn’t subtle at all. Her sighs had become moans and gasps, and I could see her silhouette in the dark room squirming and writhing. She was really into it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna come. Ohhh!’ She moved and bucked and gasped and then stretched out on the floor and sighed as her climax ended. The sounds of her pleasure and the feel of my fingers stroking my clitoris sent me into my own orgasm, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, too.”

“Wow,” Jennifer said.

“Oh, that’s not even the end,” Tara said. As I was coming down, Danielle said, ‘Oh, I always have to pee after I come. Ah, what the hell.’ And I kid you not, she just sighed and I heard her warm pee dribbling as she just laid there and let it out. ‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I really will clean it up in the morning.’ I told her it was no big deal, but then I realized I also had to go.”

I finally felt the pressure growing enough that I needed relief, so I sat up in my seat, put my legs under me and spread them slightly. I sighed and let my pee go in a steady dribble that splashed against the couch cushion. I sat back and relaxed as I felt some of it absorb into the cushion under me, warming my bottom, and some of it continued to splash and dribble all over my butt, vagina and thighs.

“Nice,” Tara said and smiled at me. “Anyway, I knew I needed to pee, too, now, so I had this debate in my head. Do I get up and make the trip down the hall to the bathroom? Thinking that was the sensible thing to do, I sat up and started to get out of bed. Danielle asked where I was going, and I told her. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘I just peed on our dorm room floor…twice. You don’t have to walk out there if you don’t want.’ I sat still, wondering if she was serious. ‘For real, Tara. This might be the only time you don’t have to walk all the way down the hall just to pee.’ I laughed. ‘Well what do you want me to do, pee on the floor, too?’ I asked. ‘Do whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Just go over in the corner like I did.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was kind of thrilling, too. I wanted to, but it seemed so wrong. ‘You really don’t mind?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘No, I don’t mind.’

I heard hissing next to me again and looked to see Jennifer smiling and biting her lip as she warmed the cushion under her again. “Ohhh, god,” she said as the hissing grew louder and I could see a puddle forming under her before soaking slowly into the cushion.

“Feel good?” Tara asked. Jennifer just nodded. “So, I got up from my bed and walked over to the corner of the room. I felt the wet carpet on my feet and giggled, surprised that I wasn’t more grossed out that I had just stepped in my roommate’s pee. But by now I knew I would be adding to it anyway. I felt the pressure growing, so I stood still and waited until I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew I wanted to try just standing there and going through my panties like Danielle had done, but at first nothing would come out. ‘Just close your eyes,’ Danielle said, ‘and imagine you’re in the bathroom, on the toilet, about to go.’ I did as she said, and still nothing. ‘Have you ever peed in the shower?’ she asked. I said yes, that I had, lots of times. ‘Picture that, then,’ she said. I closed my eyes and imagined I was standing in the shower. I could feel my pee getting close, so I reached down and pulled my panties aside. Within a few seconds, a small dribble started and I gasped when it came out. Danielle laughed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ All I could do was mumble as the dribble became a steady flow that trickled down my legs and splashed to the floor. Not caring anymore, I brought my legs together and sighed as I just emptied my bladder into my panties and let it run down my legs. I gasped again, and I must have had another small orgasm because my knees got weak and I thought I was going to collapse with pleasure. When I finished, I slipped my soaked panties off, left them in the floor, and crawled back into bed. I could hear more dribbling coming from Danielle. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘had to go some more.’ I laughed.

“Two more times that night I heard dribbling and hissing coming from Danielle. And when the alarm woke us up the next morning, she looked up at me and smiled as she emptied her morning bladder right there where she lay. The carpet under her was soaked. I smiled and sat up at the foot of my bed, facing the corner where we had peed the night before. I could see the dark wet spots from where we had peed there. I had to pee, too, but instead of getting up and walking to the corner I just hung my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted my bare bottom out then let it go. That was the beginning of a friendship that messed me up forever. We scrubbed the dorm floors, but after that Danielle and I looked for opportunities to pee other places: the library, lounges, at parties, and sometimes we would sneak off and masturbate. That was how it started.”

Jennifer and I both applauded, and Tara leaned forward into a small bow. When she sat back up, she smiled and sighed and we could see a puddle forming under her again. “And now I’ve messed you two up,” she said. We all laughed.

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Road trips can be boring sometimes, but I need to tell you about one that was anything but boring. Last spring, two of my friends, Susanna and Dharla, and I decided to drive to the mountains for a day trip. We knew the trip would take us through some windy back roads. We did not, however, expect it to be so far in the middle of nowhere that we would struggle to find places to stop for the bathroom. As you’ll see, this didn’t turn out to be such a bad thing.

I won’t bore you with all the trip preparation details, but we first ran into a problem about two hours into our trip when we were getting deep into the mountains and there was literally nothing around except trees, rocks, and the road. Susanna, who was sitting up front with me, was the first to speak up. “Hey, are we near a bathroom? I’m gonna need to go soon.”

“Um, I really don’t know,” I said. “This is my first time on this road. I’m just following the map.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see her moving around in her seat, shifting her legs and putting her hands in her lap. “How bad is it?” I asked.

“I could use a break, too,” Dharla said.

“I mean, I’m not about to explode or anything, but it’s definitely a need,” Susanna said. I sat up a little in my seat, aware of my own growing need. I also wasn’t feeling desperate, but it was definitely noticeable.

“Well, I’m about to go,” Dharla said. “I was trying to hold out hoping we’d find something soon, but there’s nothing.”

“Nope,” I said. Susanna sighed as we stopped at an intersection and I turned left, still seeing nothing, not even houses. Just road, guardrail, signs, and the woods.

“Yeah, we’d better find something soon,” Dharla said.

“Well, I can’t really pull over because there’s pretty much no curb. The guardrail is so close to the road because I guess they’re worried someone might drive over the mountain.

“Oh my god, girls, I’m about to bust,” Dharla said. I could see her in my rearview mirror rocking back and forth in her seat, holding her crotch. I thought for a moment as I looked around and still did not see anywhere to pull off. I finally thought, Screw it, and glanced back at Dharla in the mirror.

“Do whatever you have to do, Dharla,” I said.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “There’s literally nowhere to pull off safely, and you’re about to wet yourself anyway. It’s okay.”

“Thank you,” she said, and I could see in the mirror that she didn’t waste any time unbuttoning her jeans and tugging them and her flowery panties down her fit mocha colored legs. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the road, but Susanna turned back and watched. “I’m sorry, Kristen,” she said as she scooted forward. Within seconds, I could hear a soft hissing followed by an unmistakable splattering sound as her pee fell to the floor of my car. I could her it splashing against the stuff in my floor, which I was pretty sure was just trash anyway.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I need to get it detailed anyway, and you couldn’t help it.” Dharla was still peeing full-force as she moaned to show her relief.

“Ohhh, that’s so much better. I can’t believe I’m pissing in the back of your car, but I really had to go.” She laughed. “And I think I see a cup in your floor. I could’ve used that.” We all laughed then.

“Too late now,” I said.

“I need to go, too,” Susanna said.

“Do you want the cup?” Dharla asked. The sounds of her pee were dwindling. Susanna glanced at me as if she wanted my permission for something. I smiled, knowingly.

“No,” Susanna said. “I’m in the front seat anyway and it would be too obvious if we passed anybody and they looked in the window.” She winked at me and I laughed again. I kept trying to focus on the road but could not help but watch as Susanna unbuttoned her jeans and then slid them just enough that they exposed her pale but round bottom and her vagina to the cushioned seat under her. “Are you sure?” she mouthed to me. I just nodded.

“What are you doing?” Dharla asked. I could see in the rearview that she was pulling her jeans back up and then she leaned forward in her seat. “Oh my god, are you going to…?”

“I am,” Susanna said. She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes. A few seconds later we could all hear the soft hissing of her pee as it sprayed out of her and soaked into the passenger seat of my car. She opened her mouth and gasped as the sound got louder and her flow increased. “Oh, god that feels good,” she said.

“But your jeans are going to get soaked when you put them back on and sit on that seat,” Dharla said.

“Mmm,” Susanna said, “don’t care…worth it. Ohhh, god, Kristen, I hope this isn’t the last time you let me do this. Ohhhh, god.” She gasped again, and to my surprise she pulled her jeans down further and now we could see her warm flow of pee spraying into the seat under her.

“Oh, it probably won’t be, because I’m about to join you,” I said. When we planned the trip, I had anticipated that bathroom stops might be a problem, so I had worn a skirt with the thought that I might have to squat by the roadside. Never did I expect my friends and I would be wetting in my car. I sat up enough to move the back of my shirt out of the way. I thought about trying to slip my panties off but changed my mind. I glanced over and Susanna was still peeing a little and very obviously touching herself, as well. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes and smiled.

“That is so hot,” Dharla said. She was sitting as close to the edge of the back seat as she could, watching Susanna intently, and her hand was stroking the crotch of her jeans. I tried to focus on the road, and finally I saw a small section of the shoulder open up, so I pulled the car over as far as I could. I put it in park and then sat back comfortably in my seat.

“Let it go,” Susanna said, smiling at me. I closed my eyes and soon my warm pee leaked out and warmed the crotch of my panties. I gasped as my flow increased and my hot pee flowed out unabated and sprayed into my panties and the seat between my legs in a loud hiss that echoed in the car. “Oh, wow, that does feel good,” I said. “Yeah, I’m totally going to be soaking my seat again. Mmmm.” I reached down and pulled the gusset of my panties aside and then took my hand away as a messy spray of pee shot forward and soaked the seat and some drops splashed the floor. Most of it, though, pooled between my legs, warming my crotch.

Susanna was now rubbing her clitoris furiously, and a quick glance in the mirror let me know that Dharla has slipped her hand into her jeans and was also rubbing herself. I joined them, and it only took a few brief but wet strokes of my clitoris and I was crying out as I climaxed. Dharla and Susanna both screamed almost together as they also orgasmed.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said.

Both girls agreed that it was unbelievable, in a good way. Knowing our trip was still a few more hours long, we all agreed there was no point stopping for any bathroom breaks now. Susanna reached into the small cooler at her feet and took out three water bottles, handing one to Dharla and sliding mine into the cup holder.

Once during the trip, Dharla had laid down in the back seat to take a nap and woke up abruptly. “Gotta go,” she said. I glanced in the rearview and could see her pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles while still laying down. She sighed and I could hear the sound of her pee splashing out of her and drumming down onto the back seat as well as her sighs of pleasure.

A little later, I felt the need to pee again, so without saying anything I let go and felt the soothing warmth of my pee as it dribbled out and soaked into my panties and seat. I looked over at Susanna who was watching me and smiling. She winked again and pointed between my legs. I just nodded and then glanced down and could see what she was pointing at. There was a small, shiny stain appearing on my skirt in the divot between my legs. I didn’t care, though, as I relaxed and let the last of my warm pee spray out of me.

Susanna turned away from me and sat back in her seat. She sighed and even while driving I could see the dark spot begin to form in the crotch of her jeans. “They were wet already,” she said, still smiling but sounding out of breath. “Ohhh, that’s so warm.” I managed a quick glance and watched as the stain grew and her jeans glistened as her pee flowed out of her and soaked her pants and the seat. I heard Dharla laugh.

“We’re a mess,” she said. “We’re going to have to get cleaned up before we stop anywhere.”

“Who said we’re stopping,” I said. “I still have over half a tank of gas, it’s a beautiful day to just go for a drive.” They both looked at me and I smiled. “Or, we could just turn around and head back home…see what happens next?”

“I like that idea,” Susanna said.

“Same,” Dharla said. We drank more water and each peed at least two more times, Dharla still seeming to enjoy laying down and spraying the seat and Susanna and I just letting go just as we were sitting. It was a great drive home.

And maybe someday I’ll tell you what happened when we got there.

I had a secret that I wasn’t sharing with the ladies. It is true that since my pregnancy, my bladder isn’t what it used to be. It is also true that some of my accidents weren’t accidents, and it is definitely true that I enjoyed each of them, starting with the very first one.

 

I was with my husband, shopping for baby items. I was close to full-term at this point, and so the pressure on my bladder was common. I had managed to mostly avoid accidents, but lately I was cutting it close. As we were walking through the store, I felt it coming as the baby moved.

 

“Babe, I’ve got to pee,” I said. We weren’t close to the bathroom as I said this, and both me and my husband looked around to see how far we would have to walk.

 

“It’s at the front of the store,” he said. “Can you make it?”

 

“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I guess I’ll have to try.” He took me by the arm and led me towards the bathrooms while pushing our cart. I was close to telling him to just leave it because it was slowing us down, but it was already filled with stuff. We did our best to get to the front end of the store, but as we got closer I could feel the pressure growing. The baby moved again, and I gasped as a small spurt warmed the gusset of my panties just a little bit.

 

“What?” my husband asked. “What’s wrong?”

 

“I just peed a little,” I said. “We’ve got to hurry, or I’m going to piss all over the floor.” I quickened my steps as he continued to follow me and push the cart. We finally reached the front of the store, and just as I saw the bathroom doors I could also see a bright yellow chain across both bathrooms with signs that read “Closed for cleaning. Please use other restrooms.” I groaned and looked at my husband desperately. “What do we do now?”

 

“Can you make it back to the other bathrooms in the back?” He asked. I started to answer, but another wave of pressure hit and I stood tall, squeezing my legs together.

 

“No,” I said, “there’s no way. What am I going to do? I’m seriously about to move that chain and go in there anyway.”

 

“You can’t do that, sweetie,” he said. “Let’s make our way back to the other bathrooms, and if you can’t make it we’ll figure something out.”

 

“What?” I asked, annoyed. “What will we figure out?”

 

“I don’t know,” he said. “Just try your best to make it, and then we won’t have to figure it out.” I groaned again, but we started towards the back of the store. We didn’t make it very far, though, before I felt another wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I kept back a spurt this time, but it was clear I would not be as successful the next time.

 

“I can’t do this,” I said, feeling close to tears. My husband stopped and looked at me, and then he looked around as if he was trying to find something. He nudged my arm and led me down an aisle through the women’s clothing section, grabbed a few random items off of racks, like a gown and some shirts, and then we stopped at the changing rooms. “Umm…what are we doing?” I asked.

 

“It’s not the bathroom, but it’s the closest I could get,” he whispered. I was about to protest until the baby moved again and I felt another warm spurt. “Look, babe, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s this or you piss yourself out here in front of everybody.” He handed me the clothes, and the concerned but determined look on his face was enough to convince me. I had no other choice.

 

There was no attendant at the counter but the doors were all opened, so I stepped into one of the changing rooms, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I saw that the bench along the back wall of the room was covered with a thick black cushion. My bladder screamed again, and I dropped the clothes onto the floor turned around to place my bottom on the soft seat. I didn’t even bother with my panties as I just sat back and relaxed.

 

Seconds later, a hot flow of pee filled my panties. I could feel it spray through the gusset of my panties and soak into the cushion under me with a warm, tingling comfort that made me sigh. It was also making me quite horny as it gently swirled around my pussy and clitoris and warmed my bottom. I reached down and slid the crotch of my panties aside and squirted the last bit of my pee right into the cushion, licking my lips at the warm spray against my inner thighs and vagina. It was over too soon, though, and I stood up to survey the damage. The cushion was only a slightly darker shade of black around where I was sitting. You would have to be looking for it to notice something.

 

I straightened my skirt and walked out of the changing room, leaving the clothes on the floor. I grinned at my husband and his face reddened a bit as he also smiled. I stepped up to him and touched his arm. “Feel better?” he asked.

 

“I do,” I said. “Thank you. Let’s check out and get out of here.” Then I leaned closer and nibbled his ear before whispering, “My panties are soaked, and I need a good reason to take them off.”

 

Later, after we checked out and took everything to the car, he drove us to the back parking lot where no one was around, and I slid my wet panties off. He watched me, licking his lips eagerly. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get out.” I smiled as we opened our doors.

 

We walked to the back of the car and he took a moment to look out at the view of the mountains behind the store. But he was also leaning against the trunk and unzipping his fly. I walked to him and placed my back against his chest and soon my skirt was up and his hands were touching me beneath it, feeling and caressing my vulva. It didn’t take me long to get wet again as I felt first his finger and then the tip of his penis touch the back of my pussy. I lifted my hips and butt the best I could until he entered me and I moaned. He kissed the back of my neck and reached around to caress my breasts.

 

“Easy,” I said. “They’re sore.” He whispered Okay and we continued to writhe and move together, me rocking my hips gently and he lifting his pelvis. I could feel my climax getting close, but I could also feel the familiar pressure building in my bladder. I wasn’t sure how bad it was until another wave came over me as my husband’s thrusts grew quicker. “Umm, I kind of have to pee again,” I said.

 

“Okay,” he said and stopped thrusting.

 

“No, no, don’t stop,” I said. He laughed.

 

“What do you mean?” he asked.

 

“I mean I really want to fuck you right now, and if we stop I might lose it, so please, don’t stop.” He chuckled again and grabbed me by the hips as we continued. I moaned again as he continued to enter me, each thrust a little deeper than the last. I was getting closer and closer to coming, so I placed my hands behind me onto his thighs and moved quicker and quicker, feeling his penis pulse inside of me with each thrust. He grunted and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As my climax built, I felt a wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I cried out and just let go.

 

Immediately, my warm pee flowed out of me, all over my thighs, and down over my husband’s penis. I could feel it flowing under me, soaking his jeans and the back of my skirt, but he didn’t stop thrusting and I didn’t stop moving. He finally groaned and I could feel his penis pulse again and again as he ejaculated inside of me while my warm pee trickled out and soaked our crotches.

 

When we were finished, I leaned back against him and he kissed my neck and shoulders again. “I love you so much,” he said.

 

“I love you, too,” I answered.

 

After this experience, each time I had to pee I would simply find a way to let it out. A few times, I let myself get as desperate as I was in the store, and then find a quiet or secluded place to just let my warm pee trickle down my legs or sit in a cushioned seat somewhere and feel it warm my bottom. My husband and I repeated the wet sex one night when we stepped outside naked onto our back deck and he sat on a chair as I straddled his lap, again facing away from him, and again I had to pee and just let it go when I climaxed. This time, though, when I finished, he said he couldn’t go because he had to pee, as well. So I scooted forward in the seat and said, “Go ahead.” I felt his warm urine against my back, hot and wet, and I turned around and knelt down to let it soak my breasts.

 

“Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot,” he said and continued to spray his hot urine all over my chest. I rubbed it into my nipples and felt it trickle down my tummy to my vagina and slipped a finger inside myself. “Let’s go to the bed,” he said. In spite of my wetness and our nudity, he was able to pick me up and carry me to the bed. I laid down and turned on my side, exposing my ass and very ready pussy to him. He pressed his warm body against my back as we spooned, and he was soon inside of me, thrusting madly this time, panting and groaning. I was surprised when I came again and dribbled more pee all over the bed and us as we cried out together and he again ejaculated inside of me.

 

We fell asleep just like that, wet and messy but comfortable in each other’s arms.

My newest. Might become a series, I don't know. Depends on if you guys like it or not.

 

I have to tell you about something that happened recently after my good friend Tara invited me to her house for some drinks. Her husband was out of town, and both of her kids were staying with friends, so she suggested a girls’ night in. We both worked full time and had families, so other than online or on the phone we don’t get much time to talk. I convinced my husband to watch the kids for the night and since we would be drinking I planned to stay at Tara’s overnight.

 

When I arrived, Tara answered with a squeal of excitement. We hugged and she led me into her front room. “Oh my gosh, I missed you so much. We have so much to talk about,” she said as she pointed to her couch. “Please, sit,” she said and took her own seat across from me in the recliner. “So tell me, how are the kids?”

 

I won’t bore you with all the details of our conversation, because it was about what you’d expect. But after a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. “Oh, it’s about time,” Tara said as she popped up out of her seat. I was confused, especially after she opened the door and squealed in a way similar to how she had greeted me. I turned to see her hugging a curvy brunette in denim capris and a black low-cut blouse. “Come in, come in!” Tara directed our new guest into the front room as I watched, still confused. “Cassie, this is Jennifer, Jennifer this is Cassie.”

 

“Cassie,” the new guest said, “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I resisted the urge to say something snarky like Wish I could say the same about you but I just shook her hand and smiled.

 

“I’m sorry, Jennifer,” Tara said, “I should have told you I was also inviting Jennifer. We work together, and after inviting you I decided to ask her, as well. So now I have my two closest friends to hang out with tonight.” She squealed again, and all jealousy and confusion slipped away from my mind as I laughed. “Let’s go downstairs and get some drinks!”

 

Tara led us down to her basement, which I knew from previous visits was fixed up like a cross between a cocktail bar and a library, with a full-sized bar in the center of the wall, two couches, a glass table, and shelves of books built into the other walls. “Holy shit, this is gorgeous,” Jennifer said.

 

“Thanks. This is all mine. Dan has his man cave above the garage, and I have this. He never comes in here, says it’s too womanly for him. All our mixed drinks, wines, and wine coolers are here. Dan keeps the harder liquor and the beer in his man cave, so if you want any of that I can make a trip up there.” Tara took her place behind the bar and was soon mixing us some drinks.

 

Jennifer and I sat on the couch to the left, and after she brought us our drinks Tara sat on the other couch. We started talking again, Jennifer sharing a bit about what she does for the company where Tara works, and about her family. I shared, as well, and we exchanged a smile. Tara told a brief but really funny story about Jennifer and a coworker. We laughed, but Jennifer’s laugh stopped suddenly as she gasped.

“What’s wrong?” Tara asked.

“Umm,” Jennifer said. She looked at Jennifer but was darting glances at me out of the corners of her eyes.

“Oh,” Tara said. I was confused again, but I didn’t say anything. “Do you need to…”

“I don’t think so. I think I’m okay.”

“Okay, I am so confused,” I said.

“I might as well tell you,” Tara said. “I just had a baby recently, and my bladder is not what it used to be. By that I mean I’ve been having a lot of accidents lately.”

“Oh, is that all?” I said. “That’s not a big deal, really.”

“I know it’s not, but I don’t really want to have an accident in Tara’s basement bar.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Tara said as she took a sip of her drink. We laughed.

“Yeah, okay,” Jennifer said, “I need to get to the bathroom.”

“No you don’t,” Tara said.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Jennifer asked.

“I just told you it’s okay. The closest bathroom is upstairs. Could you make it up there?”

“If we keep talking, probably not.” Jennifer stood up and was holding a hand to her crotch.

“Seriously, though, nobody comes down here but me, Jennifer. If you want, you can pee down here. I do sometimes.” Now my mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“I am,” she said. “See the carpet shampooer in the corner over there?” She nudged her head toward the outside hallway, and sure enough we saw it standing in the corner. “Sometimes when I’m down here enjoying time to myself, I don’t want to bother going all the way upstairs. So if I have to pee, I just pee down here somewhere, usually in one of the corners or…” She stood up from the couch and walked behind the bar. Then, she closed her eyes and a few seconds later we could hear an unmistakable hissing and a soft pattering sound.

“No fucking way,” Jennifer said. She seemed to be grabbing her crotch a little harder as if watching and hearing Tara wet herself behind the bar was almost enough to make her lose hold of her own bladder.

“Mmm hmm,” was all Tara said as she looked down and then back up at us, biting her lip. “And it feels so good,” she said, “to just…let go whenever you need to. Ahhh…” The hissing and pattering grew louder as she obviously emptied her bladder all over her legs and the floor behind the bar.

“Okay, I can’t hold it,” Jennifer said. I watched, again shocked, as she took her hand away and soon a dark spot appeared and grew as her pee glistened against the fabric of her capris. “Ohh, holy shit,” she said. She unfastened her pants and pulled them and her panties down just below her crotch as her stream continued, spraying messily and loudly against her pants and panties and trickling to the carpet at her feet.

I felt like I was in a dream as my best friend and her coworker both stood in front of me with looks of ecstasy as they continued to wet themselves, smiling and clearly enjoying themselves. I felt pressure in my own bladder, as well, and as Tara’s pee came to an end she leaned over the bar and smiled at me.

“Do you have to go?” she asked.

“I do,” I said

“Go ahead,” she said.

“But I don’t know if I can,” I said.

“You’ve never peed yourself before?” Tara asked.

“Yeah, when I was like 5, or maybe as an accident, but not on purpose like this.”

“Tell you what,” Tara said, “just do it on the couch.” My eyes widened, and I stared at her. “Seriously, just sit there and just imagine you’re sitting on a toilet.”

“You sound like you’ve done that before,” Jennifer said. She was sliding off her soaked jeans and panties and I tried not to stare as she stood right next to me completely naked from the waist down.

“Maybe,” Tara said, smiling. I laughed and felt another wave of pressure.

“Okay, what the hell,” I said, and I slid my panties out from under my skirt and pulled my skirt up out of the way as I sat down, feeling the material of the cushion on my bare bottom. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I was surprised when it didn’t take long for my pee to start. I immediately felt a warmth between my legs that stayed as my pee dribbled out of me, soaking my inner thighs and creating a puddle under me that was both soothing and arousing. “Ohhhh, wow,” I said as I gasped and the dribble became a full flow, soaking into the cushion with a soft hiss.

I barely noticed movement beside me as Jennifer sat back down next to me because I was too busy looking down at my steady flow being absorbed by Tara’s couch cushion. I heard Jennifer moan, though, followed by another hissing and I looked over to see her sitting with her knees bent and she was peeing again directly into the cushion.

“Oh my god, girls, I can’t believe this is happening right now,” Tara said. I looked at her, and she seemed to be reaching for something behind the bar. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and I realized she was touching herself.

“Ohhh, this feels…so good,” Jennifer said. My pee was finally dwindling, and without even thinking about it I reached under my skirt and slipped my fingers between my soaking slit and started rubbing myself, as well. I looked over at Jennifer who made eye contact with me and was soon slipping her fingers between her pussy lips, as well. Tara was the first to start crying out as she climaxed, and we could hear more hissing and splashing behind the bar as she screamed in pleasure. Jennifer was next, biting her lip hard at first but then opening her mouth wide to cry out. “Oh! Oh my god I’m coming, ohhhhhhhh!” I felt my own climax approaching as I watched her buck her hips and saw shiny droplets of pee around her bottom, thighs, and vagina. I finally gasped and cried out almost in unison with her and then sank comfortably back in the couch. A soft dribble of pee escaped, and I just let it happen, smiling blissfully.

“That was amazing,” I said.

“And the night is just getting started,” Tara said.