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Not quite as much action here, but necessary to pull the plot along. Hope you enjoy.
After thoroughly soaking their beds, Sara and Faith got up and both smiled at each other.
“You’re soaked,” Sara said as she looked at Faith’s nearly transparent cami and shorts that were once light blue and now were much darker with wetness.
“You’re naked,” Faith said, giggling.
“Yeah, I just didn’t know if I would sleep well in wet clothes.”
“Liar,” Faith said, giggling again and winking.
“Okay, so I wanted to know what it would feel like to sleep naked in a wet bed.”
“That’s my girl,” Faith said. “And?”
“Amazing. I think I peed at least five times last night. The last few times I didn’t even move. I just lay however I was and let it out all over myself and the bed.”
“Did you cum anymore last night?”
“Once,” Sara said. Faith smiled. “So,” Sara continued, “can you explain to me what’s going on here? My parents said this was supposed to help me find direction in life. Ummm…” Faith laughed. She sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and Sara sat back on her bed, smiling as she felt the cool dampness on her bottom.
“Well, that’s kind of the truth. We help young girls discover healthy sexuality. We open up opportunities to explore sexual pleasures within a safe environment that offers both private and public facilities, but you’re not pressured to do anything you don’t want to do. See, society puts a lot of pressure and expectations on sex, especially for women. It can be overwhelming and confusing. And sometimes when sexual expression is repressed or stifled, people get all crazy or angry or whatever. But this camp gives you an opportunity to let it out…sometimes literally.” She smiled and Sara laughed.
“So…my parents weren’t wrong.”
“Well, start by telling me why they sent you.”
“I had some boyfriends…lovers, whatever you want to call them, my freshman year of college, and I didn’t do so well with my classes…because I wasn’t going. But they think it’s because I was whoring around.”
“Were you whoring around?” Faith asked.
“No, I mean…no. All of those guys knew it wasn’t exclusive, it was just sex.”
“So…none of the sex meant anything to you?”
“I mean, yes, but…not like relationship sex or anything.”
“So there’s a difference?” Faith asked.
“Well, yes, of course.”
“So since what you did with those men was ‘just sex’ you feel you weren’t in a relationship with them, right?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like them?”
“Well, of course I liked them or I wouldn’t have had sex with them.”
“You could have just had sex with them because they were attractive and you wanted to have sex with them.”
“Umm…well…” Faith giggled again.
“See, that’s what is wrong. Our view of sex and sexual attraction and relationships is all confused because we define it by society’s terms, not our own. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
“Did you like those men? Like as in if the opportunity arose for you to see them in a context other than sexual you would want to spend more time with them?”
“A few of them, maybe?”
“How many were there?” Her tone was not accusatory or judgmental, but curious.
“Seven, I think. Unless you count the guy who fingered me in his car.”
“It counts,” Faith said, giggling again. “And out of those seven, how many would you consider seeing again exclusively, like in a relationship.” Sara thought. Honestly, how many would she see again? They had all brought her some sort of pleasure, although a few less than others.
“Two, maybe?”
Faith smiled and she stood up from the chair. “Hang on,” she said. She looked down at her shorts and Sara did the same as the crotch darkened and shimmered with a fresh flow of warm pee. “So,” she said, still peeing, “you said you think there is a difference between relationship sex and ‘just sex’ sex, right?” She sighed and the flow increased, soaking the crotch and front of her shorts even more and running in rivulets down her legs to the carpet.
“Yes, I did.”
“So these two men you liked…do you mean the sex was better than the other five? Or are there other reasons you liked them?”
“Both, I think. Well…” Sara paused. “No, there was one who was incredible in bed, but not someone I would want to date.”
“Why not?”
“Because he was kind of a jerk, like arrogant and cocky, like he knew how hot he was. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with a guy like that.”
“But weren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You had sex with him, right?” Faith’s flow finally seemed to stop and she slid her shorts and panties off and sat her bare butt back on the chair.
“Yeah,” Sara said.
“You allowed yourself to be vulnerable around him, you gave yourself to him, you derived pleasure from him, right?”
“Ummm, yeah, but…”
“Do you understand what I’m doing?”
“I think so.”
“This camp is not just to get you to have a bunch of sex and masturbate a lot. It’s true purpose is to give you ownership of your sexual…relationships. Anytime you connect with another person intimately, it’s a relationship. It might be a once-on once-off deal, but who is in control of that? Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“How many of those seven men do you think liked you?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I ever asked.”
“Why not?”
“I think I just assumed it was a once-on once-off, as you said.”
“Did you tell any of them you liked them?”
“No!”
“And that, my dear, is the problem. If those young men buy into society’s view of sexual relationships, to them you’re a whore.”
“But I’m not!” Sara said.
“I know you’re not, sweetie, because you actually liked some of those men and would consider seeing them again. You’re not a whore, you’re just trying to navigate the confusing and frustrating world of sexual relationships.
“I’ve got to pee,” Sara said. Faith laughed.
“Well, you know what to do.”
Sara sat back on her bed and crossed her legs Indian-style. She sighed and let go, feeling the warm flow of her urine as it dribbled out and pooled between her legs before slowly absorbing into the already wet mattress.
“So what you’re saying,” Sara said, but she could not hide the sound of pleasure in her voice, “is that…mmm…that I’m here to figure out what I want when it comes to sex.”
“Correct. And wow, that looks like it feels good.” Sara nodded.
“It’s pooling right at my crotch and it’s so warm.” She laughed and looked down at the clear trickle of pee that continued to dribble out into the darkening puddle between her legs.
“Nice,” Faith said. “And yes, that is the reason you’re here. Your parents might not get what they want, though?”
“What do you mean?” Sara asked as her flow eased to a slow dribble that tickled her slit.
“Well, what if you decided that what you wanted was just a series of sexual trysts that mean nothing to you other than the physical pleasure of sex and you want them with a bunch of different men. What then?”
“Well,” Sara said as she uncrossed her legs and scooted back to the edge of her bed, “I would say I’m being kind of a whore.”
“Exactly. Which is wrong in the eyes of culture, and to a certain extent it can be wrong and have great consequences, like if you’re not taking precautions, spreading STDs, having affairs, charging money.” Sara laughed. “But,” Faith continued, “who is in control of that?”
“I am,” Sara said.
“And that’s what we do here. We give women ownership of their sexual relationships. But you probably don’t want to be a whore, do you?”
“Not really,” Sara said. “Honestly, I slept with some of those guys because I thought I was supposed to, like that’s what you do in college. Go to parties, hook up with hot guys.”
“Why is that?” Faith asked.
“I don’t know,” Sara said, “bragging rights, maybe?”
“So you didn’t want all of those men?”
“Well, eventually I ‘wanted’ them, like once we got to the bedroom and started making out, but no I think in a different context I would not have wanted some of them.”
“You’re going to do great here,” Faith said. “Let’s get dressed and greet the day.”
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Not quite as much action here, but necessary to pull the plot along. Hope you enjoy.
After thoroughly soaking their beds, Sara and Faith got up and both smiled at each other.
“You’re soaked,” Sara said as she looked at Faith’s nearly transparent cami and shorts that were once light blue and now were much darker with wetness.
“You’re naked,” Faith said, giggling.
“Yeah, I just didn’t know if I would sleep well in wet clothes.”
“Liar,” Faith said, giggling again and winking.
“Okay, so I wanted to know what it would feel like to sleep naked in a wet bed.”
“That’s my girl,” Faith said. “And?”
“Amazing. I think I peed at least five times last night. The last few times I didn’t even move. I just lay however I was and let it out all over myself and the bed.”
“Did you cum anymore last night?”
“Once,” Sara said. Faith smiled. “So,” Sara continued, “can you explain to me what’s going on here? My parents said this was supposed to help me find direction in life. Ummm…” Faith laughed. She sat down on the chair in front of the desk, and Sara sat back on her bed, smiling as she felt the cool dampness on her bottom.
“Well, that’s kind of the truth. We help young girls discover healthy sexuality. We open up opportunities to explore sexual pleasures within a safe environment that offers both private and public facilities, but you’re not pressured to do anything you don’t want to do. See, society puts a lot of pressure and expectations on sex, especially for women. It can be overwhelming and confusing. And sometimes when sexual expression is repressed or stifled, people get all crazy or angry or whatever. But this camp gives you an opportunity to let it out…sometimes literally.” She smiled and Sara laughed.
“So…my parents weren’t wrong.”
“Well, start by telling me why they sent you.”
“I had some boyfriends…lovers, whatever you want to call them, my freshman year of college, and I didn’t do so well with my classes…because I wasn’t going. But they think it’s because I was whoring around.”
“Were you whoring around?” Faith asked.
“No, I mean…no. All of those guys knew it wasn’t exclusive, it was just sex.”
“So…none of the sex meant anything to you?”
“I mean, yes, but…not like relationship sex or anything.”
“So there’s a difference?” Faith asked.
“Well, yes, of course.”
“So since what you did with those men was ‘just sex’ you feel you weren’t in a relationship with them, right?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like them?”
“Well, of course I liked them or I wouldn’t have had sex with them.”
“You could have just had sex with them because they were attractive and you wanted to have sex with them.”
“Umm…well…” Faith giggled again.
“See, that’s what is wrong. Our view of sex and sexual attraction and relationships is all confused because we define it by society’s terms, not our own. Do you understand?”
“I think so.”
“Did you like those men? Like as in if the opportunity arose for you to see them in a context other than sexual you would want to spend more time with them?”
“A few of them, maybe?”
“How many were there?” Her tone was not accusatory or judgmental, but curious.
“Seven, I think. Unless you count the guy who fingered me in his car.”
“It counts,” Faith said, giggling again. “And out of those seven, how many would you consider seeing again exclusively, like in a relationship.” Sara thought. Honestly, how many would she see again? They had all brought her some sort of pleasure, although a few less than others.
“Two, maybe?”
Faith smiled and she stood up from the chair. “Hang on,” she said. She looked down at her shorts and Sara did the same as the crotch darkened and shimmered with a fresh flow of warm pee. “So,” she said, still peeing, “you said you think there is a difference between relationship sex and ‘just sex’ sex, right?” She sighed and the flow increased, soaking the crotch and front of her shorts even more and running in rivulets down her legs to the carpet.
“Yes, I did.”
“So these two men you liked…do you mean the sex was better than the other five? Or are there other reasons you liked them?”
“Both, I think. Well…” Sara paused. “No, there was one who was incredible in bed, but not someone I would want to date.”
“Why not?”
“Because he was kind of a jerk, like arrogant and cocky, like he knew how hot he was. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with a guy like that.”
“But weren’t you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You had sex with him, right?” Faith’s flow finally seemed to stop and she slid her shorts and panties off and sat her bare butt back on the chair.
“Yeah,” Sara said.
“You allowed yourself to be vulnerable around him, you gave yourself to him, you derived pleasure from him, right?”
“Ummm, yeah, but…”
“Do you understand what I’m doing?”
“I think so.”
“This camp is not just to get you to have a bunch of sex and masturbate a lot. It’s true purpose is to give you ownership of your sexual…relationships. Anytime you connect with another person intimately, it’s a relationship. It might be a once-on once-off deal, but who is in control of that? Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“How many of those seven men do you think liked you?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think I ever asked.”
“Why not?”
“I think I just assumed it was a once-on once-off, as you said.”
“Did you tell any of them you liked them?”
“No!”
“And that, my dear, is the problem. If those young men buy into society’s view of sexual relationships, to them you’re a whore.”
“But I’m not!” Sara said.
“I know you’re not, sweetie, because you actually liked some of those men and would consider seeing them again. You’re not a whore, you’re just trying to navigate the confusing and frustrating world of sexual relationships.
“I’ve got to pee,” Sara said. Faith laughed.
“Well, you know what to do.”
Sara sat back on her bed and crossed her legs Indian-style. She sighed and let go, feeling the warm flow of her urine as it dribbled out and pooled between her legs before slowly absorbing into the already wet mattress.
“So what you’re saying,” Sara said, but she could not hide the sound of pleasure in her voice, “is that…mmm…that I’m here to figure out what I want when it comes to sex.”
“Correct. And wow, that looks like it feels good.” Sara nodded.
“It’s pooling right at my crotch and it’s so warm.” She laughed and looked down at the clear trickle of pee that continued to dribble out into the darkening puddle between her legs.
“Nice,” Faith said. “And yes, that is the reason you’re here. Your parents might not get what they want, though?”
“What do you mean?” Sara asked as her flow eased to a slow dribble that tickled her slit.
“Well, what if you decided that what you wanted was just a series of sexual trysts that mean nothing to you other than the physical pleasure of sex and you want them with a bunch of different men. What then?”
“Well,” Sara said as she uncrossed her legs and scooted back to the edge of her bed, “I would say I’m being kind of a whore.”
“Exactly. Which is wrong in the eyes of culture, and to a certain extent it can be wrong and have great consequences, like if you’re not taking precautions, spreading STDs, having affairs, charging money.” Sara laughed. “But,” Faith continued, “who is in control of that?”
“I am,” Sara said.
“And that’s what we do here. We give women ownership of their sexual relationships. But you probably don’t want to be a whore, do you?”
“Not really,” Sara said. “Honestly, I slept with some of those guys because I thought I was supposed to, like that’s what you do in college. Go to parties, hook up with hot guys.”
“Why is that?” Faith asked.
“I don’t know,” Sara said, “bragging rights, maybe?”
“So you didn’t want all of those men?”
“Well, eventually I ‘wanted’ them, like once we got to the bedroom and started making out, but no I think in a different context I would not have wanted some of them.”
“You’re going to do great here,” Faith said. “Let’s get dressed and greet the day.”
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When Sara awoke, for a moment she forgot where she was. Her first instinct was in response to the pressure in her bladder, a common feeling for the morning. She sat up and was about to hop out of bed and make the long walk out to the bathroom. Then as she felt the cool dampness under her, she remembered. She was in her bunk at the all-girls camp her parents had signed her up for, not knowing what they were getting their daughter into. At 21, she was still living at home after having dropped out of college in protest to the financial trap of post-secondary education loans and expenses.
Smiling, Sara lay back down in her bed and relaxed. As she did, she heard movement in the bunk above her as her roommate stirred. Then, and unmistakable sigh and faint hissing sound as her roommate clearly began wetting her bed. Sara’s smile widened as she closed her eyes and relaxed even more, releasing the hold on her bladder. The relief and warmth was immediate as a steady stream of pee dribbled from between her legs and soaked her sheets and mattress. She licked her lips and enjoyed the soothing warm flow of her pee as it pooled at her crotch and seeped slowly into the mattress. As she relaxed, she reflected on how this all began.
The camp was intended to encourage her to find a passion, a direction, a purpose in life. Sara wasn’t sure what those things were yet, but the camp had certainly opened her eyes to some other opportunities.
It took Sara some time to realize her parents must have thought she was flunking college because she was a whore (she had enjoyed a few sexual partners while at university and not hidden that fact from anyone), and maybe sending her to an all-girls camp might curb her promiscuity and sexual desires. Wow, were they ever wrong. For starters, there were a lot of open conversations about sex. Sara wasn’t sure if it was because the school was all-girls, but so far some of the camp counselors had discussed the healthy benefits of masturbation, how to responsibly handle polyamorous relationships, the best sexual positions, and ironically the benefits and purposes of celibacy.
But it was the first night at camp that awakened something either dormant or well-hidden inside of Sara. The new girls were gathering in the conference room to hear the usual opening-day lecture from the camp’s director, Mrs. Emily Summers. A long table at the center of the room held a vegetable tray and an assortment of fruit. Mrs. Summers stepped up on the small stage and smiled, quieting the group of about forty new girls.
“Okay ladies,” she said. “First of all, welcome! We are really excited to have such a lively group of young ladies join us this year.” There was some light applause and she continued. “Let’s get some things out of the way. At our camp, you are free to be express yourself in any way you want, so long as it doesn’t cause any harm to anyone else at camp. But we exclusively focus on helping ladies express themselves sexually.”
Sara nearly choked on her snack. Did she hear that right?
“That’s right, ladies. Here, we encourage our members to explore whatever sexual pleasure they wish to explore, so long as it is within reasonable limits, like nothing dangerous or outrageously expensive. Even though this is an all-girls camp, for the specific purposes of allowing you to explore your sexuality, men can be allowed access to the camp facilities, but only if selected and supervised by camp staff. In other words, no inviting your boyfriends to camp. If you’re in a committed relationship and you wish not to indulge, you can either resign now or choose to remain faithful and celibate throughout the duration of your stay, or otherwise explore your own body and the unique pleasures of masturbation.”
This lecture went on to say that there were basically no limits, other than expected rules such as no drug use, no severely harmful acts, etc. Protection would be provided but not required, although extensive discussions about STDs (complete with images) would be commonplace from the camp staff, and all men invited by staff would receive STD and HIV/AIDS screening.
Sara’s jaw opened several times as if she wanted to ask something, but she didn’t speak. The girls were escorted to their cabins and rooms in which they were partnered with a girl who had been to camp before and knew the facilities as well as the rules and procedures. As soon as Sara entered her new home for the next three months, a peppy plus-sized brunette greeted her.
“Hello! I’m Faith!” she said, holding out her hand. Sara could detect a somewhat familiar smell in the room, not unpleasant but noticeable.
“Sara,” she said as she shook Faith’s hand.
“Welcome. I hope you don’t mind, but I took the top bunk. I got bottom bunk last year, so…”
“It’s fine,” Sara said.
“Great!” Faith said. “So…what do you think so far?”
“It’s a nice place,” Sara said. “I wasn’t much for camping growing up, so I don’t really know what to compare it to…?”
“You…will love it here,” Faith said. “There are the usual things…a lake, trails, even a barn with some horses. But…it’s not your usual camp.”
“Yeah,” Sara said. “I gathered that from the lecture this morning.”
“So what’s your thing?” Faith asked.
“My thing?”
“You know? Your thing? The thing that gets you hot? What turns you on?”
“Umm… I don’t know, really. I just kind of…have normal sex with guys, I guess?”
Faith sighed. “Booooooring,” she said.
“What?”
“That’s boring…well, I mean…sex isn’t boring, but the same old thing every time?”
“Well, not exactly the same. I’ve done it in different positions.” Sara paused for a moment, wondering why she was saying all of this to a complete stranger.
“What’s your favorite?” Faith asked.
“Umm…I really like to be on top.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
Sara laughed. “I don’t know. It’s kind of…deeper that way?”
“Uh huh,” Faith said, smiling. “Go on.”
“And if I want, I can touch myself at the same time while I ride him.”
“Have you ever pissed on a guy while you ride him?” Sara’s eyes widened.
“What? No!” She paused and looked at Faith, who was smiling wickedly. “Have you?” Sara asked.
“Several times. It makes everything wetter, warmer, and I cum so hard it all comes out at once.”
“Wow…umm…I don’t know if I want to talk about this,” Sara said.
“I’m sorry,” Faith said. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. But peeing is my thing, you see.”
“Ohh…”
“So…I guess that means you need to be aware of some things if we’re going to be roomies. I piss myself, my bed, and occasionally on the floor.”
“Wait, what? Doesn’t that make a mess?”
“Yes, it does. But the camp provides a cleaning service every day. Our blankets, sheets, and mattresses are switched out daily. The carpet is cleaned daily. And the rooms are fully deodorized daily. I mean think of the mess that happens when you open a camp that encourages sexual liberty.”
“Good point. So…when you have to pee…”
“I just do,” Faith said. “If that’s going to be a problem, I won’t be offended if you want to ask about changing roommates.”
“I mean…I guess not. But hey, since we’re talking about pee, where are the bathrooms?”
“They’re down on the other end of the hall to the left. But…you don’t have to go all the way down there if you don’t want.” Sara’s face reddened. Was Faith suggesting what she thought she was suggesting?
“Are you saying…?”
“Yes, silly. I just told you I soak myself in this room all the time. Why shouldn’t you?”
“But I’ve never…I mean, maybe when I was a kid…”
“Oh, come on. Haven’t you ever had to pee and then thought ‘I really wish I didn’t have to walk all the way to the bathroom’?”
“Well…”
“So now’s your chance. Plus, this will give you a dose of the kind of freedom you have here. If you need to pee, just pee. If it helps, I won’t watch.” Sara stood still, feeling the slight pressure in her bladder but still not sure she wanted to just pee right here in front of a girl she just met. “How about this? I’ll prove it to you.”
Faith stepped to the center of the room and stood with her legs slightly apart. She was wearing a tight pair of purple leggings and a matching low-cut light purple shirt. Sara was expecting her to pull the tights down and maybe squat and pee, but Faith just stood there for a moment and closed her eyes.
“Oh, here it comes,” she said. Right away the crotch of her purple tights darkened and Faith gasped. “Ohhh, that’s nice.” She finally reached for the waistband of her tights and panties and pulled them down, but just below her vagina, and she was still peeing! A steady and messy flow sprayed from between her legs and splashed against her panties, her tights, and the carpet. Sara watched entranced as Faith began to rub herself while her pee continued to flow. Her breath quickened and then she squealed as she had a brief but very obvious orgasm.
Sara felt the warmth of her own face as she blushed when Faith finally came down from her climax, still dribbling a bit of pee into the crotch of her pants and panties. “So…,” Faith said, “what do you think?” Sara could feel the pressure building in her bladder, but she still wasn’t sure how she felt about all of this. “Do you need to go?” Faith asked.
“Yes,” Sara said.
“I can turn around if you want.”
Sara thought and looked down at the floor. She stared for a moment at the puddle at Faith’s feet and then felt the pressure grow.
“I think it’s too late to care anyway,” Sara said. In a moment that was either true desperation or something more sensual, she closed her eyes and just let go. Immediately, the crotch of her panties and jeans filled with her warm urine. She felt the delicious warmth as it swirled around in her crotch and started to run down her legs. “Oh my….” Sara shuddered as her flow increased and continued to soak her jeans.
“Does that feel good?” Faith asked. Sara just nodded. “You can touch yourself if you want.” Now caught in the moment, Sara unsnapped her jeans and reached her hand down into her panties. She felt her hot pee soak her fingers but did not care as she plunged two fingers into her slit and rubbed her clitoris. Her pee continued to dribble out and fill the gusset of her panties. “That’s it,” Faith said, “enjoy it.”
Sara had experienced plenty of orgasms, both from masturbation and intercourse, but this was unlike anything she had ever felt. It started to build as her pee was slowing to a comforting trickle that continued to pass down her slit and to her panties and down her legs. She rubbed harder, making sure to make contact with her clit every time. Then, as if from out of nowhere she exploded with intense pleasure as she climaxed and started to scream. She put a hand to her mouth.
“No, it’s okay,” Faith said. “Don’t hold it back.” Sara took her hand away and allowed herself to completely give in to her climax as she rubbed more furiously, feeling the gentle splashes of her warm pee as it slowed almost to a halt. She dropped to her knees as her orgasm ended. Another short burst of pee filled the gusset of her panties again and she relished it as a final burst of pleasure.
“Oh my god,” Sara said. “I’ve never cum like that before.”
“I told you,” Faith said, smiling. “And this is just the first day.” Sara laughed as she unzipped her jeans and pulled her soaked pants and panties off. For a second she hesitated, surprised that she was half-naked in front of a stranger, but Faith wasn’t really a stranger anymore, was she? As if reading her mind, Faith also removed her tights and panties. “Now we’re even,” she said, smiling again.
The rest of the night continued in a very similar fashion. Faith and Sara changed into their nightclothes, a flowery gown for Sara and a form-fitting camisole and pajama shorts for Faith. They sat around the dorm room, talking about their lives back home, their education, boyfriends, family, favorite movies and TV shows, and within less than an hour they were really connecting.
At one point, Faith was sitting in the soft chair next to the desk and she squirmed. Sara watched as Faith continued talking but reached between her legs and pulled the gusset of her shorts aside and sprayed a strong stream of pee into the cushion of the chair. It was a messy spray that still dampened the crotch of her shorts. “Ah, screw it,” she said and took her hand away. She sighed and her shorts darkened as she smiled. “I’m probably going to soak them tonight anyway.”
Sara sat up and scooted to the edge of her bed. She pulled her nightgown up and then pulled her panties aside. A steady warm stream hissed out of her and splashed to the carpet. She giggled at the sound as it pattered to the floor and created a puddle in the soft carpet.
“Have you ever wet your bed?” Faith asked as her flow waned and her crotch glistened one last time.
“Maybe as a toddler or something, but not that I remember.”
“Ohh, you’re in for a treat. Let’s go out to the lounge and get some drinks.” Sara was reluctant, but she finished her pee, slid her panties back into place, and followed Faith out into the hallway.
They walked to the left and the end of the hall opened up to a small lounge with a couch, loveseat, recliner, a mounted big-screen TV, a few tables, and a refrigerator with a clear-glass door which contained sodas, water bottles, iced coffees, vitamin waters, and even milk.
There were two girls sitting on the couch. Well, not sitting. One girl, a thin strawberry-blonde, was reclined against the far left arm of the couch and the other girl, a brunette, was almost on top of her, kissing her deeply. As Sara and Faith stepped closer, Sara could see that the girl on top had her hand buried in the strawberry-blonde girl’s pants. Faith smiled at Sara and shook her head. “That’s Cindy on top. The girl under her must be new like you. So…that didn’t take long.”
Faith opened the refrigerator and grabbed a few bottles of water and handed them to Sara then grabbed a few more. Sara heard a cry from behind her and looked back at the two girls on the couch. Cindy was sitting up, but her hand was still stroking the new girl’s vagina. But Sara could see that the new girl had reached her own hand up under Cindy’s skirt and was also rubbing.
Sara continued to watch as Cindy held up a finger as if to say Wait. She reached down next to the couch and Sara could see that she was holding a dildo, one of those two-sided ones that she had only seen in porn and behind the counter at the sex shop her friends talked her into going into on her 18th birthday. Without even being asked, the new girl started removing her jeans and panties as Cindy adjusted herself so that their legs were facing each other and their now bare vaginas were close.
“Watch this,” Faith said. Sara watched as Cindy scooted closer to the new girl’s crotch and then sighed as a stream of pee sprayed from her and splashed against the new girl’s pussy. The new girl gasped in surprise and then laughed. “I taught her that,” Faith said, smiling. They continued to watch as Cindy’s flow waned and she brought the double-dildo between them and slowly slipped it into her very eager vagina. The new girl scooted closer until she had worked the other side into her pussy, as well. They started to buck their hips together and moan shamelessly. “C’mon, let’s let them finish in peace.” Faith said.
On their way back to the dorm room, they passed a room in which they could hear more cries of pleasure. The door was slightly ajar, and as they passed they could see a fair-skinned young man, completely naked, not large but well-toned, and he was behind a blonde girl, also naked, who was just a bit more plus-sized than Faith, chubby with bigger breasts. Her hands were pressed against the wall of her dorm and he was grabbing her round ass and thrusting vigorously as she moaned. Just behind her on one of the beds they could see the backside of another young man, dark-haired and thinner than the other, on his knees, and two elegant legs sticking out at his sides. He was also humping and a second moan could be heard.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” the blonde cried as the young man thrust a little harder. The blonde screamed as she climaxed. In the background, the other young man stood up and Sara could see a stunning brunette with perfectly formed breasts as she sat up and grabbed the young man by the shoulders to direct him to lay down on the bed.
“That’s Sophia,” Faith said. She seemed to beam when she said the name and Sara wondered if Faith was thinking the same thing she was. Sophia was incredibly attractive. They watched her crawl on top of the young man and reach down to guide his penis inside of her. The blonde continued to scream and the fair-skinned young man groaned as he obviously ejaculated. Sophia was riding the dark-haired young man expertly, wriggling her hips. He sat up, put his hands on her back, and kissed her perfect breasts.
“I wish I had breasts like that,” Sara said. Faith giggled.
“Yours aren’t so bad.” They watched as Sophia’s movements quickened until soon she was also crying out and seconds later the dark-haired young man groaned and cried out, as well. “Oh, and by the way if you want a man while you’re here, just let me know.”
When they got back to the dorm, Faith smiled at Sara. “Okay, bottoms up.” She twisted the cap off of one of the water bottles and started to swig it. Sara obeyed and opened one and started drinking. Faith finished the first bottle and set it down. “Drink both of them. This will guarantee you’ll have to pee tonight.” Faith opened the second bottle and continued to drink. Sara had a little trouble finishing the first, but she finally got it down. After a few seconds, she opened the second bottle and started drinking. By the time they were finished, she could already feel pressure in her stomach that she knew would eventually pass to her bladder. “Well, bedtime,” Faith said, giggling.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Sara said.
“Sure you can. With all that water you just drank, you’ll definitely have to pee at some point tonight, and so will I.”
“Of course, but…I don’t know if I can wet my bed.”
Faith sighed. “Tell you what, if you wake up and you have to pee but you don’t feel comfortable wetting your bed, then just do it somewhere in the room. But don’t go to the bathroom. That’s cheating.” Sara agreed as she snuggled into the bottom bunk. Faith flipped the lights off in the room and then climbed up to the top bunk. “Good night,” she said.
“Good night.” At first, Sara thought she was going to have trouble getting to sleep because she could not get the evening’s events out of her head. As each image passed through her mind, she could feel herself getting more and more moist. What would happen next? Could she have sex openly on a couch like the two girls? Could she have sex with a strange guy right in front of her roommate? She had already peed and masturbated in front of her, so…maybe?
Sara lay still and listened. The top bunk above her squeaked as Faith moved around in her bed. She could just barely hear more moans coming from one of the rooms next to them. She thought she heard a slap and then another cry of pleasure, in addition to a buzzing sound that was probably a vibrator. A sigh from the top bunk caught her attention and she lay still and listened even more closely. The mattress above here creaked repeatedly and Sara knew what was happening. She couldn’t resist any longer as she pulled her panties aside and started to rub herself. Faith was soon moaning and then crying out. This set Sara over the top as she climaxed quietly but powerfully, biting her lip to keep from screaming.
But then her bladder burst unexpectedly as she came, soaking her panties and the sheets under her. Sara gasped, but she couldn’t stop it even if she tried. She just relaxed and let it happen, feeling her warm flow as it burbled out of her and pooled between her legs before slowly seeping into the sheets and mattress. “Oh my god I’m soaking the bed,” she said.
“Ohh…it feels…good doesn’t it?” Faith said. As her flow of pee eased to a trickle, Sara could hear the unmistakable splashing of Faith’s gush as she also soaked her bed. Faith cried out again and seemed to have a second orgasm. “Ohhhh wow that feels so much better.” She sighed and the splashing sound dwindled to a dribbling. “I’ll sleep like a baby now,” she said. “And since your bed is already wet, you shouldn’t have any troubles tonight, right?”
Sara laughed. “Right,” she said. She closed her eyes and was soon drifting off to sleep. As expected, sometime in the night she felt an unbelievable amount of pressure in her bladder. Without even moving Sara sighed and just let go, feeling her warm pee soak her panties, gown, and bed, somehow both arousing and soothing.
Wanting to try something different, though, she cut off the flow as best she could. Her bladder screamed for more release, but she held on as she sat up and removed her nightgown and panties. Now completely naked, she lay back down, feeling the warm dampness of her sheets and mattress on her bare skin. Sara lay on her right side and scooted her bottom all the way back until her bare cheeks touched the wall. She knew there was a space between the bed and the wall, so she scooted even closer until she could feel the coldness of the wall against her labia. Then she sighed and let loose. She could feel warm splashes of her pee against her lips and inner thighs as it struck the wall with a hiss and dribbled down to the floor behind the bed. She licked her lips and continued to pee this way until she was finished. Then, without bothering to get dressed, she drifted back to sleep to the feel of her damp sheets on her naked body.
She was going to love it here.
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19 hours ago, cjm3rcl1n3 said:
Ahhh, bliss. More Starla and Denise, my 2 favorite roommates. Thanks for more of them; I can't get enough!
You're welcome.
11 hours ago, Bigd40 said:Nice story wetwulf. ?
Thank you.
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11 hours ago, Bigd40 said:
Love the idea of just being able to piss wherever you like. Great story.
Agreed. And eagerly awaiting the next chapter.
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On 3/14/2017 at 0:22 AM, _seoultrain_ said:
Thanks, man ;) Your stories have been some of my favorites. Who knows where this will lead?
You're welcome. Now go write that next chapter. ;-)
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15 hours ago, new2this said:
Or her mom.
Yes!
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Wow, that was hot. I love how Jack and Kim are still discovering new elements of their pee relationship (peelationship?) Please continue this. I especially want to hear how the mattress protector works out.
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Now this is my kind of story! Very hot and very well done. I look forward to seeing what Lily will do next with her newfound freedom. Maybe have some friends over? Or her sister?
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2 hours ago, daemoniak said:
Nice introduction. Given her upbringing I am looking forward to her "adventures".
If I may give a piece of advice: please post each part in a dedicated thread, so that it doesn't end up burried in the comments.
Same here, given her upbringing and the fact that she's a "human spigot." Also looking forward to seeing the new neighbors.
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A little later while Denise was relaxing with a book, Starla knocked on her door.
“Come in,” Denise said. She smiled both because it was humorous that her roommate still knocked on her door as if showing modesty, after everything they had been through together in such a short time, and because Starla had knocked just as Denise was feeling the need to pee.
As soon as Starla opened her door, Denise opened her legs a bit and just let go. She was sitting under her covers, so Starla could not see. “What’s up?” Denise asked. She bit her lip as her flow increased and a soft hissing filled the empty silence. She had changed into her pajama shorts, so she felt the warm pee soak her panties and the crotch of her shorts.
“Are you peeing right now?” Starla asked.
“I am,” Denise said, smiling. “Mmmm.” Her stream became a messy flow that sprayed through the gusset of her shorts and panties, splashed her inner thighs, and dribbled into her mattress. Starla smiled, as well, and sat on the edge of Denise’s bed.
“You’re really opening up to this pee thing, aren’t you?” she asked.
“I think so,” Denise said.
“That’s good, because…” Starla paused. “I kind of reached out to a friend online, and…”
“What?” Denise asked, as her pee eased to a soft trickle.
“Hold on,” Starla said. “Listening to that is making me have to go.” She slid her panties down and scooted to the edge of the bed. She spread her legs and just seconds later a strong stream fell from between her legs and to the carpet. “So anyway,” she continued, still peeing, “I reached out to a friend…who is, um…kind of also into this.”
“Okay?” Denise sat up, feeling a small bit of her wet mess soak her butt.
“She’s having a party…tonight.”
“Like a…?
“Yes,” Starla said. Denise gasped. For a moment, though, she felt nervous. She wouldn’t know anyone at this party, and the thought of going somewhere surrounded by strangers, possibly all naked, all doing some of the same sorts of things her and Starla had done, or maybe even more extreme.
“I don’t know,” Denise said.
“Hey,” Starla said. Her pee stream had finally ended. “I’ll be with you the whole time. And it’s not going to be this big, wild party. She said maybe ten or so people, all of them into peeing like us. And she’s cool. She’s not going to expect you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.”
“I mean… I guess…”
“She has a big house with a bunch of rooms and only uses half of it to live in. The other half, well…I guess we’ll find out. We’ll stay together, you and me, unless you want to separate, like if you meet some hot guy or something and want privacy.”
Denise blushed, but smiled. “Okay,” she said.
They got dressed in a hurry. Denise wore a slim pair of black leggings and a top with a low neck that flattered her cleavage. Starla wore a cute polka-dot dress that hung just above her knees and a pair of panty hose. They both did their best to drink and entire bottle of water each before running out to Starla’s car, giggling nervously.
The house was huge, at least three floors, and all by itself at the end of a long road. There were horse stables with at least five horses that they could see. There were seven other cars already parked in front of the house. Starla parked the car and sighed.
“Well, here we are.”
“Yep,” Denise said.
“Hey, I promise there’s nothing to be worried about. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Okay,” Denise said.
An attractive blonde guy greeted them at the door. Denise blushed when she saw him. He opened the door for them, and right away they were greeted with the sight of a couple making out in the front room. The girl’s top was off and the man had one of his hands inside her bra. The girl gasped and they both watched a wet spot form in the crotch of her jeans.
“Come on,” Starla said as she tugged on Denise’s arm. “Let’s go find my friend.”
As soon as they entered the next room, they were met with the soft but clear sounds of moaning. Denise immediately noticed a girl standing against the wall with her shirt open and skirt up high while a guy with his jeans and boxers down just low enough to see the top of his ass was thrusting against her. Denise felt the butterflies in her stomach dancing as she resisted the urge to sprint back to the door.
“Are you okay?” Starla asked. Denise heard her, but she kept glancing at the girl against the wall, who was sighing and moaning in obvious pleasure. The girl gasped and a stream fell from between her and the guy. He groaned and seemed to thrust harder as they both cried out.
“I don’t know,” Denise said. “It’s all so…real.” Starla chuckled.
“I know what you mean. You see this stuff in porn, but…”
“Right.”
"Starla!” a voice cried from the end of the room. Denise looked away from the couple and saw a blonde whose curvy frame matched Starla’s but a bit more firm in the chest and rear. Her arms were open wide and Starla grabbed Denise’s wrist and tugged her towards the blonde.
“Jenna!” Starla said. She hugged the blonde, who seemed indifferent to the acts and sounds of pleasure all around her. Denise snuck a glance back at the couple and now saw the young man clearly emptying his bladder all over the girl’s bare breasts. “Jenna, this,” she pointed to Denise, “is my friend Denise, the girl I told you about.” Starla led Denise by the hand closer to Jenna.
“Hello,” Jenna said, but she said it in an admiring way, like Helloooo, as she looked her up and down. Is she a lesbian? Denise wondered. Who knows in this place, but what Denise did know is it had been a while since anyone had looked at her like that.
“Thank you,” Denise said. “I mean…Hello.”
“Welcome to my party. Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Umm…”
“It’s okay,” Starla said. “You can be honest with Jenna. What is said and done here stays here. Jenna only allows guests she knows will have complete discretion.” Denise bit her lip. Something caught her eye just behind Jenna. It was a petite brunette girl sitting on a very comfortable looking couch. The girl was naked and she spread her legs as a strong stream of pee splashed out of her and soaked into the couch cushion.
“Yes,” Denise said. “I do. It just seems so…”
“Unbelievable?” Jenna said.
“Unreal,” Denise said. “Like something out of a dream.” Jenna giggled.
“Perfectly described, sweetheart, because a lot of dreams do come true here. This is a place for all of those who have dreamed they could pee wherever and whenever they want. And if passion takes over and they want to make love, they’re free to do that, as well. So we combine two primal desires that society often suppresses and give guests the freedom to embrace those desires.” Denise was listening, but she also could not help but see the brunette on the couch again as she moved to a more reclining position and started rubbing her vagina as her flow increased to a messy splash. “What are you thinking right now?” Jenna asked.
Denise felt the familiar pressure in her bladder. “I’m thinking I have to pee.”
“Perfect!” Jenna said, laughing. “Feel free to go anywhere and in any way you wish.
“I need to go, too,” Starla said. She looked at Denise and smiled.
“I don’t know if I can go in front of all these people I don’t know,” Denise said.
“Do you want to do it together? Since you don’t know anyone else, maybe that’s a good way to start? Just look at me.” Denise did as she said. “What do you want to do? Do you want to wet yourself or take your pants off?” Denise started to glance to the side at a guy walking behind Starla. “No, look at me.” Denise looked back at her. “What do you want?”
“I’m just going to go in my pants,” Denise said. “I’m pretty sure I couldn’t take my clothes off right now.”
“It’s okay,” Jenna said. “You do what makes you feel good.”
Starla walked to Denise and gently touched her arm. She stepped close to her and whispered in her ear. “If you don’t want to do this, we can go home right now. But if even a little part of you wants this, then let yourself go.” Starla just briefly touched the lobe of Denise’s ear with her tongue and Denise shivered.
“Oh my God,” Denise said. Starla must have taken this as a sign because she moved even closer, their bodies now pressing together.
“Just let go,” Starla said. Denise closed her eyes and sighed as she felt a warm spurt in her panties. “That’s it,” Starla said. Denise stopped, though, as she sensed another presence near her and opened her eyes to see Jenna next to her. “It’s okay,” Starla whispered. “She won’t hurt you, and you can say ‘Stop’ at any time.” Denise nodded and Jenna stepped closer, placing an arm behind Denise and touching her ass then caressing the small of her back.
Denise held her thighs close together, trying to hold back the flow of her pee. She felt another small dribble warm her crotch again, but she squeezed tighter, still holding back. Jenna slipped her hand down the waist of Denise’s tights and panties, touching the top of her ass, and hooked her thumb on the outside, pushing them down slightly. Meanwhile, Starla began kissing her just between her neck and shoulder blade. Denise gasped as another wave came, but she managed to keep it in. Jenna continued rubbing her hand along Denise’s bare ass, caressing her right cheek.
“Go ahead,” Jenna whispered. “Just let go.”
“Oh my god, I can’t hold it,” Denise cried. She sighed and just let go, her warm flow soaking her panties and the crotch of her tights, and then flowing down her thighs. She could feel the warmth caressing her inner thighs and her clit as she moaned. She could also feel another hand working its way across her tummy and into the front of her tights.
“I want to touch you while you go.” It was Starla’s voice. Denise nodded, but she did not open her eyes as she relished the pleasure of her pee still flowing into her panties and tights. She could hear it splashing on the floor under her and feel it trickling over her feet. Soon, Starla’s hand was lower and now she felt her hand touch her clit gently. Jenna continued to work her tights down until they were at her knees.
Denise finally opened her eyes as her flow started to dwindle. She watched Jenna walk around next to Starla, who was still rubbing Denise’s clitoris and splashing droplets of pee on her hand but not seeming to care. When the flow stopped, Jenna knelt down in front of Denise. Denise could also see that the three of them had some observers, but at this point she no longer cared.
“Do you want me to lick you?” Jenna asked. Again, all Denise could do was nod. Jenna smiled as Starla stepped aside but did not stop rubbing. Behind Jenna, Denise saw a young man, thin but well-toned, as he stepped closer to them. He touched Jenna’s shoulder and she turned to him. “Oh, this is my husband Ben,” she said to Denise. “Ben wants to fuck me badly. He’s been after me all night. He could do it while I lick you, but if that’s too much, just say so.”
Denise looked at Ben, whose eyes were a really awesome shade of blue. “It’s fine,” Denise said, still feeling the tingles of Starla’s gentle touch. Jenna scooted forward and managed to duck under Starla’s hand. She then flicked her tongue right against Denise’s vagina. Denise gasped and she watched Ben move closer as Jenna rose up onto all fours and lifted her ass. Ben tugged the top of his gym shorts down to reveal a decent sized and unprotected cock. He lifted Jenna’s evening gown up and slid her panties aside, then moaned as he entered her. This intensified Jenna’s tongue flicks as Denise could hear Jenna moan while licking her.
In an intense moment, as she felt her orgasm close, Denise grabbed Starla’s head and kissed her forcefully. Starla did not resist but returned the kiss, placing her tongue deeply into Denise’s mouth. She reached her hands down to Starla’s crotch, moved the gusset aside, and started caressing her vagina. Starla gasped and just a few seconds later a strong, messy spray of warm pee soaked Denise’s hand. She felt her orgasm building and looked over at Ben again, who was thrusting quicker now. As her gasps grew to pants and Starla’s breath intensified, Jenna had stopped licking to look back at Ben. “Oh god, yes,” she said. Jenna reached one of her hands back and started to caress her own clitoris as Ben continued to thrust. Denise and Starla watched Ben and Jenna as the two of them continued to rub each other. “Here it comes,” Jenna said. After she said this, a steady dribble of pee fell from between her legs. She stopped touching herself and went back to all fours as Ben continued to fuck her while a steady flow of warm pee fell freely to the floor. “Oh…I’m gonna come!” Jenna cried. Ben groaned as he obviously ejaculated inside of her and Jenna screamed.
This was enough for Denise as she climaxed. Starla kissed her again as they pressed their half-naked bodies together and cried out in pleasure. When they finished, they hugged each other, Starla taking a chance to plant another soft kiss on Denise’s shoulder.
Jenna was sitting on the floor in front of them when they finished. Ben had his hand on her shoulder, smiling.
“So,” Jenna said, “are you staying for the party?” Denise and Starla looked at each other.
“Definitely.”
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17 hours ago, new2this said:
That's fucking great Wetwulf. Does Janice have a daughter too?
Maybe she does. :-)
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Dear Wet Carpet,
I’m not sure how many of your readers travel, but if they do I’m sure they know the frustration of a full bladder while you’re on the road and have a deadline. But how many of them know this frustration combined with a very active bladder?
My name is Janice and I am 39 and work as a financial consultant for a firm I will not name. But we have branches in 17 of the 50 states in the U.S. and I often have to drive to all of them because the company does not have the extra expenses to fly me anywhere. I don’t mind, though, as I have been through some beautiful places that I would have missed from a plane.
However, while pregnant with my second child, a son who turned out to be a big baby, my bladder took a hit. Since then I have had a weak bladder. As soon as I feel that I have to go, I have literally only a few critical minutes before I’m nearly bursting, If I don’t find a toilet soon, I could be looking at a real accident (and I have on more than one occasion).
On my first trip after my maternity leave ended, I was driving to New Mexico from southern California. I was on a long stretch of highway and had not passed any exits that seemed to have any restaurants, gas stations, or even rest areas. Because of my weak bladder, I knew to limit my fluids. But my morning coffee was creeping up on me. I squirmed and sat up, still looking for signs that suggested any place that might have a bathroom. Since it was morning, the highway was too busy to just pull off to the side without it being obvious why. As the pressure grew, though, I started to seriously consider this option because I really didn’t want to have an accident in the company car.
As a wave of pressure hit me, I gasped and felt a small spurt warm my panties. I decided to pull over to the curb before I exploded. Once I stopped, I looked around the car, hoping to find a cup or something that may have been left in the floor. There was my briefcase, some bits of paper (probably old receipts), and some books I brought along for downtime. Other than that, nothing. As I looked closer, though, I noticed that the floorboard area of the driver’s side was covered with a black towel, probably to keep the driver’s shoes from staining the upholstery.
Another wave struck and I gasped again as a two second squirt of pee trickled into my panties. “Ohh, shit, I’m going to end up peeing myself,” I said. Without even thinking, I glanced down at the thick towel in the floor and knew what I had to do. I scooted forward in my seat and sighed as I let go.
The first warm spray into the gusset of my panties made me gasp. I had a second where I thought about pulling them aside, but the feeling as my warm pee enveloped my crotch and dripped down to the floor of the car was just too wonderful to disrupt. I sighed again as I peed full force, just letting my yellow stream flow down all over the towel at my feet. I knew I would need to take it out and wash it later, but I didn’t care. My flow finally dwindled to a trickle and I sighed again as it gently tickled my slit. When it stopped, I smiled, relieved, and then slid my wet panties off and dropped them in the floor over the towel.
After that, I knew I’d found my solution. I got back on the road and drove on. About thirty minutes later, I had to pee again. Instead of pulling off the road, I just scooted forward as best I could and let go, trying my best to stay focused on the road as I heard the soft hiss of my pee and felt it tickle my clit and spray against my inner thighs and legs. This happened a couple more times, and I again just sighed and let go. At my first hotel stop, I took the towel in with me and washed it in the laundry room.
Just when you think you have a good thing going…it gets even better. The company gave me my own car, fully paid-for: a brand new Chevy Malibu. It is to be used for my trips to other branches, but it is also my car to keep, even if I should leave the company. My first trip in this new car, I was driving from southern California again to the northern tip of Texas, so a pretty long drive. Of course, my bladder announced its need just a few hours into my drive. I thought about my experience in the company car and looked down at the floor to see that there was not a towel. Why didn’t I put one in myself when I got the car? I guess I was too excited to even think about it.
The more I thought, the more the pressure grew in my bladder. Wait a minute, I thought. This is my car. What does it matter if I pee in it or have an accident? Another wave of pressure answered for me and I sat up, ready to scoot forward again. However, the curious (and maybe naughty) part of me wondered what it would feel like to just sit back and pee in my seat just sitting normally. So I sat up in my seat and just continued to drive. After about thirty seconds, the pressure grew. I didn’t try to hold back as I opened my legs just a bit and relaxed.
Eventually, I could feel a small trickle tickle my slit and dampen the crotch of my panties just enough to feel nice. Another wave came, though, and I started peeing full force. I could hear it hissing out. I sighed as the trickle became a full flow and started soaking through my black skirt and to the seat under me. It felt so soothing, warm, and naughty to just relax and let it go, soaking my car seat as I drove. I could feel it pooling as my pee came faster than the seat would absorb. Once my flow eased to a trickle again, though, the puddle between my legs started to soak into the seat, making it warm and wet.
When I finally arrived at my hotel, rather than pull up to the entrance I drove around to the back parking lot where very few cars were parked. I knew what I needed next. I took my seatbelt off, sat back in my seat, reached under my skirt, and slid my wet panties aside to rub my soaked and aching slit. I teased my clitoris with my fingertips and rubbed until I was gasping in climax, bucking my hips and moaning my pleasure. When I finished, I had to pee again, so I just let it go with my panties still pulled aside and dribbled directly into my seat. I sighed, feeling so relaxed and relieved. I sat up, put my car in drive, and drove around to the hotel entrance.
I’ll have more stories for you later about my travels and pee experiences. Thanks for reading.
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This is really creative. I love how Urinaelia gets to "catch" these moments. Very erotic and creative story.
More, please.
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Since this series seems to be getting popular with new members, I hope you don't mind if I bump it up.
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Disclaimer: This story is fictional, but based somewhat on truth. I am not the narrator.
A few nights ago I woke from a dream that left me with an almost painful erection. In the dream, my wife and I were walking somewhere at night and she wasn't wearing pants. She was walking ahead of me as I admired her panty-clad bottom, round and shapely. She looked over her shoulder at me, smiling, flirting. Then she turned around and gasped as I heard a hiss and her panties filled with warm pee. My alarm interrupted the dream and I opened my eyes to see my massive erection almost poking through my boxer-briefs. I turned my alarm off and rolled over to see my gorgeous wife rubbing her eyes and yawning. She also noticed my erection and smiled.
"Good morning," she said. I felt her delicate fingers touch the tip of my penis through my shorts.
"Good morning," I said as she eased the top of my boxers down and freed my swollen cock from its prison. I returned the favor by reaching my hand to the gusset of her panties and slipping my finger through to feel her clit. She was already getting wet, so I easily rubbed her slit. She scooted closer to me, still caressing the shaft and tip of my penis. I scooted closer, as well, and she guided my cock closer to her warm and moist pussy but stopped just enough for my tip to touch the lips of her vagina. We writhed and moved like this for a few minutes, kissing passionately, stopping only to kiss each other's neck or shoulders.
It wasn't long before I slipped easily into her, feeling both pain as I wanted to cum right now and pleasure as I wanted to make the feeling of her warmth and wetness and softness last as long as possible. She sighed and moaned as we gently and passionately moved together. Her sighs became gasps, though, and we quickened our pace. Her mouth opened in a loud moan and I could feel her getting even wetter. I couldn't hold on anymore and I also moaned and thrust harder as we both came together, crying out and then nearly melting into the bed as we finished.
Later, as we were getting dressed for work, my wife asked: "So was that just morning wood, or were you dreaming about something?" I must have blushed because she smiled.
"Guilty," I said. "I was dreaming about you."
"What were you dreaming?" she asked. I hesitated. My wife and I had never been into pee-play as a couple, even though she was aware that before our marriage I looked at pee-related porn and seemed to have a secret fetish for wetting. A few times she had invited me into the bathroom to watch her pee, and once while showering together, I wouldn't let her out to use the bathroom, so she had said, Well, then and just peed in the shower. But after 15 years of marriage and three kids, those few times were it, other than some sneeze or cough spurts that happen to nearly all women.
"Umm, well," I said. I could feel my face redden. But my wife and I were also one of those rare couples who doesn't hide anything. I know that sounds hard to believe, but we are honest about our desires, our fears, our concerns, our feelings. If I find another woman attractive, I tell my wife. Rather than getting angry, she appreciates my candor and knows that just because I think a girl is attractive doesn't mean I'm going to cheat or even that I find that girl more attractive than her. Likewise, she is open with me, as well.
"Out with it," she said.
"I dreamt you peed your panties," I said. She giggled and gave me a look that said, You naughty boy.
"Well, you would have to get me really drunk for that one."
Fast forward to that evening. After work we got a sitter for the kids and decided to go out for dinner. We took a cab because on our nights out my wife and I both like to have a bit to drink. To embrace gender stereotypes, I like beer and she likes wine coolers and daiquiris. But we both occasionally order mixed drinks and on this night we went a little heavy on the rum: she a few pina coladas and me a few Cuba libres. As the night crept on, I felt my wife rubbing her bare foot up my leg under the table. She would smile at me and bite her lip. "Wanna get out of here?" she finally asked. Of course I did.
We decided to walk a few blocks to enjoy the night air before catching a cab home. We knew the kids would be asleep by now and it was obvious we wanted to enjoy as much of the night together as possible. Then, she said it.
"I have to pee."
I wasn't sure I really heard it at first. Then she reached down and held herself.
"Well, we can walk back to the bar," I said.
"It's too far," she said. I laughed. I could still see the bar on the next block. "Is there anybody around?" she asked. I looked around us and there was no one, except a few guys standing outside the bar. We were on a fairly secluded street with more trees than houses or cars. "Let's walk a little farther," she said. She took me by the hand and led me deeper down this tree-lined street.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Okay," she said, not answering me. "This is better." This next part may sound unbelievable to you, but it happened just as I'm about to tell you. My wife started working with the button of her jeans.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Well, I'm not going to get my jeans wet," she said. She kicked off her sandals, unzipped her jeans and tugged them down her full legs. Now she was standing in front of me in just her panties and an adorable gray Minnie Mouse t-shirt she bought on our Disney trip a few years ago. It was snug enough to flatter her full breasts and womanly tummy. Combined with the gray panties with pink trim (Those are my favorite, I once said. They're all your favorite, she had replied). I looked around to make sure we really were alone. Two sensations overwhelmed me: concern that someone would see her like this (another man, perhaps) and arousal at how naughty and spontaneous she was acting right now. She smiled at me and bit her lip again in that way that makes me lose my mind every time.
"You're drunk," I said.
"Maybe," she whispered. "But I can't hold it much longer." She squeezed her legs together, and I stared at her like this, her full figure making her so goddess-like that I just wanted to fall at her feet and do whatever she wished of me. "Ohhh," she moaned. "I don't know how much longer I can hold it." I was speechless as she squirmed and shifted her legs. "Oh my god, I'm gonna--" She stopped talking and instead gasped as a warm stream of pee soaked the gusset of her panties and started to dribble down her legs. "Oh, god, that feels good."
I couldn't take it anymore. I unzipped my fly and took out my now throbbing cock. I walked up to her, but I didn't have to go far. Still peeing, she grabbed my arms and pulled me close to her.
"This is the sexiest thing you have ever done," I said.
"I know," she whispered, "and it won't be the last time." She unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them and my boxer-briefs to my knees. I kicked them off next to hers. At this point, I didn't care if anyone saw us. I just cared that I wanted her. I could hear the soft splatter of her pee falling to the ground as I kissed her. Then, surprised, I felt her guide me to her warm flow, past her damp panties, and into her soaking wet slit. The warm splashes of pee hitting my penis were so glorious I almost lost it right there. I thrust gently, letting my cock feel the warmth of her urine as well as caress her sensitive slit. She sighed as her flow stopped.
She surprised me again as she pulled away and then turned around, placing her hands against a tree next to us. She stuck her round and wet panty-clad ass out at me and I remembered my dream. I didn't hesitate and stepped up to her, eased the gusset of her panties aside, and slipped easily into her wet vagina from behind. She moved her hips and ass perfectly and I reached under her shirt to caress her breasts through her bra as she leaned back into me. I kissed her neck and shoulders and felt her moving quicker and harder as I reached my other hand to the front gusset of her panties and rubbed her slit. She moaned and I felt a trickle on my fingertip and then down the shaft of my penis.
"Oh god, I'm...peeing again," my wife moaned as I continued to thrust my cock into her.
"Go ahead," I whispered. She moaned again and I heard a hiss as my fingers, the front of her panties, and my cock grew wet with a steady flow of warm pee. It wasn't much, but my wife's moans were growing to gasps. I pulled out of her, though, and turned her around to face me. Then I grabbed her ass and pulled her close, slipping my cock easily between the gusset of her panties and back into her. It only took a few thrusts until we were both crying out in ecstasy, not caring if anyone heard us. I remained inside of her, even after we came, but started to pull away as I felt my own need to pee arising.
"No, don't take it out yet," my wife said, grabbing my ass and holding me there. "That feels good."
I laughed. "But now I have to pee."
"I don't care," she whispered.
"You...are amazing," I said. I kissed her again,enjoying the taste of her sweet lips and the feel of her tongue touching mine. I moved just enough to slip my cock out of her vagina but remain inside the gusset of her panties and just at her slit. I closed my eyes and sighed as my warm stream started. She gasped as it sprayed against her already wet slit and soaked her panties even more. I moved just a little and tried to aim my stream to the front of her slit, close to her clitoris. She moaned and was soon moving her hips again. Splashes fell at our feet as my flow increased. Then she panted and had another small but obviously pleasurable orgasm. My pee dwindled to a trickle as I held her close, hugging her, then kissing her softly and gently.
"Oh my god, that was good," she said.
"Mmm hmm," I said.
"A dream come true?" she asked, winking.
"Better," I said.
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Denise felt like a new woman after her and Starla finished their afternoon at the spa, and not just because of the hot tub, the massages and the facials, but because of her new brazen attitude towards wetting herself without caring. After peeing during her massage and soaking her chair and floor during her facial, combined with pissing herself at the movie theater and on a train in front of a mother and daughter, there was no turning back. Emboldened by Starla's own shameless wettings, Denise was looking forward to what the rest of their time together as roomates might look like.
She didn't have to wait long. As soon as they sat in Starla's car, Starla smiled and adjusted her skirt. Denise could hear a soft hissing. She looked down and saw a small stream dribbling through the gusset of Starla's flowery panties. "Sorry," Starla said. Denise laughed, as if any apology was needed. "Wanted to pee before we left." A puddle was forming on the seat cover, making a burbling sound. Starla reached down and slid her panties aside and let out a moan as the stream grew and splashed loudly into the puddle. "Ohh, it's getting my skirt wet." She sounded more aroused than bothered by this. "Ohh, I don't care." Her flow finally weakened to a tinkling dribble and Starla put her keys in the ignition and started the car. She didn't make any effort to clean the puddle, but instead sat up and pulled her skirt back down, no doubt enjoying the warmth as it soaked into her skirt. Starla smiled and put the car in reverse.
Ten minutes on the road and Denise was feeling her bladder fill again. She held it, though, as Starla started talking. "So, tell me your hottest pee fantasy."
Denise coughed. "Well...I'm kind of new to this thing, so..."
"Give it a shot."
"I guess I would like to live somewhere where I could pee anytime and anywhere and not have to worry about a mess or being embarrassed."
"Yessss!" Starla said. "Like be a rich girl and have servants who clean up after you."
"Yeah. So I could wake up, let it all go in my bed and make a huge mess on my mattress and not have to worry about it. Or I just walk around my house and pee whenever I feel like it, soaking the carpet, my couch, my bathroom and kitchen floor, and someone would come up and clean everything."
"And," Starla said, "like when you're out in public and you just let it go in your pants and no one says anything. It's like they don't notice or they don't care."
"Yeah," Denise said, squirming. She sat up to adjust her skirt and Starla smiled.
"Well, my fantasy is to have a pee party. Like a house full of people who are into peeing, to not have to worry about the mess, and just let loose wherever and whenever, on furniture, on the carpets, on each other." Denise blushed, but not because she was embarrassed. She was imagining a party where she and some other girls and guys are walking around their apartment, fully nude, peeing anywhere they felt the need. She pictured herself kneeling on the carpet, a dribble of pee escaping to the floor, as a hot brunette guy empties his own bladder all over her chest. She had seen it in videos, but never in real life. She was also blushing because the pressure was becoming too much
Denise reached under her skirt and slid her panties off, dropping them into the floor. She grinned at Starla as she parted her legs a little and rested her arms at her sides. It only took a few seconds for a tiny dribble to tickle her slit and then grow to a trickle. Denise sighed and the trickle grew to a hiss as a steady stream splashed messily from her, sprayed her thighs and pooled between her legs. Like Starla, she relished in the warm feel of her pee as it soaked her bottom. It was over soon, though, but she wasn't finished. Denise reached down and touched her labia gently, rubbing her wet fingers against her clitoris. It only took a few soft strokes before she was moaning and moving her hips to meet her hand. She sighed and slumped into her seat, smiling widely.
"Damn, girl," Starla said. "My story get you hot?" she asked. Denise nodded. "We're going to have to get you to a pee party, then." She chuckled.
When they got home, Starla unlocked the door to the apartment. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Starla stood still and sighed, emptying her bladder into her panties and all over the tile floor. Denise watched her as Starla shut the door with her back and leaned against it. She pulled her panties aside and sprayed a messy stream in front of her, then stroked her slit, splashing warm pee all over her fingers. She thrust a few fingers inside her vagina and cried out as she climaxed, still squirting a soft flow of pee as she did. Her knees must have weakened because she sat down, ignoring the warm puddle under her.
"Yeah," Starla said, "we're gonna find a pee party."
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Wow. I almost came before I even finished the first part of the story. 1) I want to know more about Cassie's mom, and 2) I'll bet both Cassie and Luci enjoy cleaning that mess (and making more). Well done.
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As always, Steve, these are some excellent stories.
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Another amazing chapter. I look forward to the day the neighbors officially meet. Well done.
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Great story @Alfresco I would love to hear from Fiona again, especially now that she's discovered this new side of herself.
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That wasn't boring at all! I think maybe you underestimate your ability to tell a hot story. I await the next chapter.
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I agree with @daemoniak More, more, more! :woot:
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The Volleyball Girls - Part One
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You may have posted it on PS, but it's new to me and very hot stuff!