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  1. Do you or have you ever masturbated at work? At my old job (25 yrs) maybe once or twice. Current job-started once-10 secs in my gf called said she was on way to hospital with chest pains-considered that a sign-ha if you’d like to embellish - like where, when, how...I’d love to hear about. All Genders feel free to respond
  2. Pretty girl masturbates on the carpet then releases a short piss. Video quality is not great. here is the link.
  3. After making some arrangements, it was for sure that Susan was going to spend the night with the siblings. Janice agreed to let Susan borrow some of her night clothes if necessary and even a change of clothes for tomorrow. As they talked, Tommy stepped down the hall. All three girls peered at him, smiling. They could also see that Susan could not hide the redness in her face. “You sly dog,” Janice said. Tommy grinned, and he surprised all of them by taking a seat on the couch right next to Susan. She looked shocked until he touched her hand and she slipped her fingers between his. “So, Susan,” Tammy said. “Now that the ice is broken and you’ve had sex with my brother, I think we should drop the act. Tommy and I planned the whole thing to get you to piss yourself.” “You… what?” Susan said. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Janice is sometimes ashamed of what we do, and from what she tells us she really likes you and didn’t want your friendship screwed up. So we had to find a way to let you know that this kind of thing happens around here and hope that you wouldn’t run screaming.” “Well… I didn’t did I?” “No,” Janice said. “You didn’t. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Honestly, there aren’t a lot of people around the office I care to talk to or spend time with. They’re all boring. You… are most definitely not boring.” Janice smiled, and Susan returned it. “Well, now that that’s settled,” Tammy said. She scooted forward in her seat, lifted her bottom and slid her shorts down to her feet but kept her panties on. She sat back in her seat and a few seconds later she sighed, and a dark stain appeared in the crotch of her panties. Tommy and Janice both just shook their heads, but Susan watched, enraptured, as Tammy’s flow increased and hissed loudly through her panties, soaking into the seat cushion. “So you really just… pee in your seat?” she said. “Mmm hmm,” Tammy said. “I told you. We… ohhhh… really enjoy wetting. It’s so warm. Mmm…” Susan looked at Janice. “Do you do this?” Janice cleared her throat. “Sometimes, yes. If the mood strikes me.” “And you?” Susan asked, looking at Tommy. “All the time,” Tommy said. “I’ve even pissed right here on this couch. Obviously, the feeling is different for me than for you girls, but I still really enjoy the warmth and the relief. And of course, the naughtiness of peeing somewhere you shouldn’t.” Tammy’s flow was dwindling to a trickle and Susan watched as she pulled her panties aside and let the last little bit dribble straight into the chair cushion. “But what about the mess?” Susan asked. “We clean it up,” Janice said. “And all three of us drink more water than anything, so usually the smell and the color isn’t so bad. Plus, if the mess is too big we can afford cleaning services.” “This is all so…,” Susan said. Janice closed her eyes waiting for this whole thing to finally come tumbling down. “I mean, it’s a lot to take in, but it’s also kind of… hot.” Janice’s eyes snapped open. Susan was smiling and still looking at Tammy, who was licking her lips and enjoying the last tiny droplets of warm pee through her panties. “Really?” Janice asked. “Yeah, really. Before today I haven’t had sex since my husband left over a year ago. This is the most excitement I’ve had recently that didn’t include chasing toddlers through a toy store. I kind of feel like I needed this.” Janice felt like crying tears of joy. “I think we just became best friends,” Janice said. Susan laughed. “I think I want to try pissing on your couch,” Susan said. All three siblings looked surprised, but Susan smiled and unsnapped her jeans. She was still going commando, so all she had to do was slip her jeans down. She kicked them completely off and was now sitting on the couch naked from the waist down next to Tommy, who was watching her and had a clearly growing erection. “So, do I just sit here and do it?” she asked. “You do it however you want,” Tommy said. His voice was low and encouraging but also had that husky tone she heard in the hallway earlier. “It might be easiest for your first time if you sit like you’re on a toilet.” “Okay,” Susan said. She scooted back on the couch and sat up straight. All three siblings watched as she closed her eyes and let out a breath. Then she gasped and they all heard a hissing sound. “Oh!” Susan cried and looked down to see the small wet spot beneath her. “Just a little spurt,” she said. “But ohh, you’re right Tammy, it’s warm. I think I need to…” She leaned back a little more, relaxing as she spread her legs a little further apart. Then she sighed, and a steady spray of warm pee started from her and hissed loudly into the couch cushion. “Ohh, holy… Mmmm!” She looked down at her flow and opened her mouth in both pleasure and surprise. “Oh my god it’s so… ohhh… so warm, and it’s splashing against my clit… Ohhh!” As Susan peed full force now, Tommy moved closer to her, and she looked to see that he had removed his penis from his shorts and was openly stroking himself. Tammy was also rubbing her vagina without shame. And to her right was Janice, her new best friend, who had pulled her own jeans down to her thighs and was also clearly rubbing herself. The best thing about this is that she didn’t find any of it inappropriate or gross or upsetting in any way. She was deeply turned on by it. These three siblings could have asked her for anything, and she would have said yes without hesitation. As Susan smiled at Janice, her flow was dwindling, but she could see a fresh spray of pee falling from between Janice’s legs and soaking the seat cushion. Janice moaned as she rubbed herself while peeing. Tommy leaned closer to Susan. “Do you want me again? My sisters won’t mind.” Susan looked at Janice who bit her lip and nodded at her through half-lidded eyes. “Yes,” Susan said. Tommy knelt on the floor in front of her and in a quick motion had her bottom scooted to the edge of the couch. She could feel the tip of his penis right at her vulva. Before he entered her, though, he smiled. “I have to pee,” Tommy said. Susan thought she knew what he was getting at, and she smiled. “It’s okay,” she said. Tommy smiled at her and sighed. Soon, a warm stream sprayed messily from his penis and splashed against her lower tummy. She gasped at the warm feel of his pee as it dribbled down her slit, making her even wetter than she already was. This must have stirred more in her as he felt another squirt of pee flow from between her legs and wet the edge of the couch. Tommy groaned, and his spray reached as far as her shirt, which she quickly yanked off and sat up to unsnap her bra. Now she was completely naked and to her surprise didn’t feel the least bit ashamed or self-conscious. This was made better by Tommy’s admiring gaze as his flow of pee eased to a trickle. Tammy stood up from her chair, walked over to the couch, and sat next to Susan. As Tommy moved his pelvis back again to where Susan could feel the tip of his penis at her vulva, Tammy removed her own shirt and bra. She leaned close to Susan and smiled. Then Susan watched as Janice also stood up, stepped out of her jeans, yanked off her shirt, and removed her bra and walked over to sit on the other side of the couch. Susan now had Tommy in front of her, Tammy to her right, and Janice to her left, and they were all watching her lustfully. “You can stop us anytime,” Tommy said in that comforting, husky voice of his. She nodded, and soon Tammy’s mouth was on her right breast, licking her nipple and sucking at it gently. Susan gasped as Tommy slid his penis just to the edge of her labia and moved it around. She could feel the head of it rubbing her clitoris. Janice leaned in now and started to kiss her neck and shoulder while Tammy continued to suck on her breast. As Tommy entered her, Susan felt two hands touching her upper labia and clitoris and looked to see that both Tammy and Janice were rubbing her. “Mmmm!” she cried out. “Oh my god, this is so amazing. I’m not going to last long.” “It’s okay,” Janice whispered. “This is for you. Just relax and let go.” Susan obeyed and soon she could feel her orgasm building as Tommy continued to move in and out of her and the girls continued to kiss and rub her. “Oh! Oh! I’m gonna… OOoooooohhhhhhh!” Susan came loud and hard, writhing and bucking her hips as best she could with Tommy still inside her. He pulled out of her and scooted back as her breathing slowed to normal and all three of them looked at her, smiling. Susan sighed as another steady flow of pee fell from her and dripped gently onto the edge of the couch and the floor. She giggled. “I always have to pee after I orgasm.” They all laughed with her. “How was that?” Janice asked. “Incredible,” Susan said, still sounding a little out of breath. “I’m glad. Because I really like you. And obviously so do my siblings.” Tammy and Tommy both nodded, wide-eyed, at the exact same time. “Good,” Susan said. She sat up but did not bother getting dressed. She could feel the wetness of the cushion under her getting cold and wished she could warm it up, but she was tapped out. “Why don’t we get dressed and then go out and have some drinks?” Tommy asked. “That sounds like a great idea,” Susan said.
  4. The siblings and Susan spent some time cleaning up the furniture cushions and floor as best they could and spraying some Febreze to cover the slight smell. Janice led Susan to her room to help her find some clothes. Both women had a similar figure, a little round in the bottom with curvy thighs and breasts to match. Janice smiled as she found a low-cut silver shirt with some kind of sparkly design on it and a short black skirt. She handed these to Susan. “Do you need panties?” Janice asked. Susan smirked. “That depends on how short the skirt is. I don’t want be flashing my lady bits to some stranger.” Janice laughed. “I think it’s long enough to cover, but it’s up to you.” Susan took the skirt and slid it on, noting that the bottom of it reached her knees. “Yeah, I think this will work,” she said. Janice ruffled through her clothes and removed a red dress with thin straps, and like Susan she did not bother with panties. “And now for another test,” Janice said. She stood still, and it took Susan a moment to figure out what she meant. Then a few seconds later she could just barely see a trickle of warm pee snaking down Janice’s shapely legs and dripping to the carpet. Janice looked down at the crotch of her dress. “Nothing. What about the back?” she asked. Janice turned around to show Susan her back side. “Nothing,” Susan said. “Should I try mine out, too?” “Go for it,” Janice said. Susan stood still and closed her eyes. She didn’t know how much she could go after the events of earlier, but she breathed out and relaxed. Soon, a small dribble fell from between her legs and trickled down her thighs and to the floor. She let go completely and opened her eyes. Other than a soft hissing and the dribbling down her legs, there was no sign that she was peeing herself right now. “Yeah, girl, you’re ready,” Janice said, smiling. There was a knock at Janice’s door, so she opened it. Tammy and Tommy both stood, smiling. Tammy was wearing a black dress with a similar style as Janice’s and Tommy had put on a pair of black jeans and a snug blue polo that flattered his muscles. Susan stared for a few seconds before Tommy caught her eye and smiled. She blushed and looked away. “Are you two ready?” Tammy asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” Susan said. They all piled into Janice’s car with Janice and Susan up front and the twins in the back, and they were soon on the road. “So where are we going?” Susan asked. “A little place up the street called Kirby’s,” Tommy answered. “It’s our favorite place. It looks like one of those old redneck bars most people avoid because they think all that happens there are bar fights and people getting thrown out. But it’s chill, and the drinks are good.” “Kirby knew our parents,” Janice said. “He was a friend of our father’s, so we’ve been going there since we were kids. He lets us drink for free, so it’s perfect.” “Does he know about…?” Susan started to ask. “Yes,” Janice said, “but his customers don’t, and he’s asked us to keep it that way.” “We have our own booth in the back corner beside the bar,” Tammy said, smiling. “With vinyl seats and a tile floor. As long as none of the customers see what we do, Kirby doesn’t mind. He mops the place up several times a day anyway, spilled drinks and all, so no big deal.” “That’s incredible,” Susan said. She noticed Tammy had sat upright in her seat and was spreading her legs until Susan could see she also had gone commando. Tammy smiled and then looked down. Susan followed her gaze and saw a tiny dribble of pee fall from between Tammy’s legs through her dress and to the seat of the car. Susan’s eyes widened, but she smiled. So much had happened in such a short time that Susan was no longer surprised by anything these siblings did. Or so she thought. “Is she peeing?” Janice asked. Susan laughed. “Yes, she is,” Susan said. Janice shook her head, but she was smiling. Tommy chuckled. “So now you know it’s also okay to pee in my car,” Janice said. “The seats, as you can see, are vinyl and the floor mats are rubber. This was our parent’s car.” Janice saw Susan’s eyes widen. “Wait… were your parents…?” Susan asked, looking shocked. “Where do you think we got it?” Tammy said. “Wow.” “Yep,” Janice said. “I sat right where you are more than a few times while out with mom and watched her wet this seat. She would just…” Janice paused and lifted her bottom enough to slide her dress back until it was no longer under her, “… move her dress out of the way like this… and then…” Just a few seconds later Susan could hear the tell-tale hissing. She looked down between Janice’s legs and saw the puddle forming and the swirl as her spray of pee continued to add to the puddle. “That looks amazing,” Susan said. It pooled between Janice’s legs until it started to flow over the edge of the seat. Janice smiled and scooted forward just enough to push the puddle of pee into the floor. Then she sighed and continued to dribble her pee to the floor. “It feels amazing,” Janice said. Susan smiled as she watched the last few drops seep down the edge of the car seat. Then she sat up and started to adjust her skirt, as well. “You know, since your skirt is black you don’t have to do that,” Tammy said. “That’s why I just peed through mine.” Susan looked at Janice who just smiled. “She’s right,” Janice said. “I mean, if you don’t want to be wet all evening then I understand, but it won’t be visible if you are.” Susan bit her lip, trying to think about it. She did a quick check of how badly she needed to go. It was noticeable but maybe not enough to leave her soaked. And even if it was, did it matter much to her anymore? “Okay,” Susan said. She relaxed in her seat and just looked out at passing cars. After only a few seconds, she could feel the pressure building. She could also hear Tommy moving in his seat as he leaned forward until his head was right next to hers. “Just relax,” he said, “and let it all go. You’ll be glad you did.” This was all the encouragement Susan needed. She sat back in her seat and relaxed. Then she felt the first dribbles of her warm pee against her inner thighs and felt it soak into her skirt. At the same time, she felt Tommy’s lips softly on her neck. “I can hear it,” he whispered. “That’s so fucking hot.” He kissed her neck again, and she moaned and completely let go, feeling the warm spray of her pee as it pooled between her legs, making a dribbling sound and soaking the crotch of her skirt. “Mmm, that does feel amazing,” she said, sighing as the last of her flow dribbled into the puddle in her seat. She sat there even after it finished and enjoyed the warmth of it against her bare pussy. Then, in a bold move, she slid the front of her skirt up and started to rub her slit. “Oh my god,” Tommy said. He sounded like he was about to lose his mind, like if he could safely crawl over the seat and screw Susan right then and there he would. It only took about thirty seconds of rubbing herself before Susan moaned and had a small but satisfying orgasm. “You go girl,” Tammy said. Susan could feel Tommy’s lips on her neck again. “You’re mine later,” he said. Susan nodded.
  5. The Sweetest Summer Job On the second Saturday of June, Brenden's father stood in his bedroom doorway trying to awaken him. “Brenden wake up, you gotta be at work in an hour. I said get your ass up, now!” The young man, three months past his 18th birthday and having just graduated high school the previous week, reluctantly arose from bed at the barking of his dad, less than eager to begin his summer job. He continued, “Boy, don't you embarrass me by being late to work on your first day, you're lucky Uncle Gipp needed extra hands this summer, now let's go. Gonna learn the meaning of a dollar today, instead of laying on your ass playing them damn video games all summer, yelling into that headset about how many kills you get. You need to be yellin about how much job experience you don't have. The hell is wrong with you kids today...” Shaking off the irritation of being pulled from a dead sleep and into a lecture, Brenden showered and headed over to his uncle's furniture store. Upon parking, he looked up at the sign, “Gipp's Top Appliances” and sighed in annoyance at having to be there at nine in the morning when he could be sleeping through the early noon hours as he did in previous summers. Not being very close to his uncle didn't help, especially since he married his new wife, Shelly. They met a few years prior, through mutual friends and began an affair while he was still married to his first wife, Dianne. Despite his dislike toward her, Brenden still couldn't help but admire her unique figure, curvy but with some muscle due to often helping carry large items to the parking lot and heading to peoples' homes to deliver and install appliances. Her angelic face, appearing younger than her true age, with full lips and hazel eyes, was a perfect compliment to her zesty body. On the handful of occasions he accompanied his dad to the store, he always liked that she was both able and willing to do such physical labor that men typically do. Those were moments he could almost forgive her for how the relationship came about. Exiting his car, he walked inside, past the unattended register to the rear of the quiet store in search of his uncle. Instead he was met by Shelly, her long brown hair in a braided ponytail, wearing one of her usual summer outfits of tight denim shorts and a tucked t-shirt with black construction boots. He forced his eyes away from the large and very obvious camel toe she had on display. She told Brenden that the store was just now opening up and it would be some time before customers would come. She then informed him that Dave, who usually worked Saturday's, called off and he would need to help her with deliveries as a result. In the meantime, she had him begin sweeping and mopping the storage area in the back, while she took an inventory count still needing done from the night before. With broom in hand, he swept the floor while periodically sneaking a look at Shelly's sexy tanned legs and plump ass while she walked around. He especially liked when she bent over to see code numbers on some air purifiers, not only for the beautiful visual itself, but for the moment when she stood back up and her shorts were deeply wedged, conforming to the shape of her cheeks and revealing just enough to see how smooth and well-shaped they were. He could sense that she was well aware of her attention-stealing figure and quite proud of showing it off. After about an hour, much of which included multiple smoke breaks, she was done with her count, and Brenden's Uncle Gipp arrived with 3 coffee's from the local shop. “Hey, Brenden, how's my nephew?! And how's my dumb ass brother? Oh hey, don't know if you drink coffee but it's got 2 creams and 2 sugars if you want it, bud.” Brenden replied, “Hey Uncle Gipp, I'm okay I guess. Dad's fine, lecturing me about life as usual. But nah, I don't drink coffee.” Shelly uttered, “Shit, more for me, I'll take it.” Soon after he finished mopping the storage room floor, a couple arrived at the store to purchase a new refrigerator, which Shelly asked for his help with. He followed her to the storage area and they lifted it onto a palette. Brenden, skinny in stature and never having lifted anything heavy before, struggled to provide much assistance. Handling the refrigerator mostly by herself with relative ease, Shelly simply chuckled and wheeled it outside, not a single word needed to make him realize how she felt about his lacking physical strength. Shaking off the humbling exposure of weakness, he followed her out and climbed into the truck. At the customers' home soon thereafter, he again tried to assist, but ended up having to relent to Shelly doing the lion's share of work once more. On the ride back to the store, he noticed a small bleeding cut on his left hand. Seeing him tending to it, Shelly remarked, “Already? Ha, I remember when my hands were that delicate. They'll be a lot tougher by the end of the summer, I promise.” Her latest subtle jab at his masculinity caused him to glance over at her hands, one on the steering wheel, the other holding her coffee. He noticed that despite still looking feminine and having white nail polish, her hands were certainly more rugged looking than his, toughened by years of labor. Arriving back at the store, Uncle Gipp had just sold a dryer that needed delivered right then, as the customer paid extra for same day delivery and installation. Brenden followed Shelly back to retrieve it. After helping her load it onto the truck, they hit the road toward the customer's home, a twenty minute drive to one of the local towns. Riding along the highway, they noticed police having traffic stopped. “Ugh..What the fuck is this shit?” said Shelly in a frustrated voice. She lowered the window and asked a nearby officer, who explained that an accident had occurred a quarter mile down the road and medics were stabilizing the individuals involved. What was to be a short drive had become a waiting game with the potential to derail their schedule for the rest of the day. She called her husband and told him that they would be late returning. Brenden sat quietly, playing a game on his phone. Shelly, never having been a particularly patient individual, struggled to contain her disgust at the unexpected circumstance, chain-smoking cigarette after cigarette. They passed the time by making small talk mostly about job-related topics, from how busy things would get in the summer, to procedures for installing appliances in people's homes. Their interaction alternated between vacuous conversation and periods of silence, neither one of them particularly interested in talking to the other. Brenden was especially careful to avoid any questions about her relationship with his uncle, knowing his own bitterness about it still rested under the surface. Nearly thirty minutes had elapsed and traffic was still at a dead stop, not an inch moved as the wrecked vehicles were still being cleared. Breaking the silence once more, Shelly shamelessly vented, “Come on already. Why couldn't they just drag the fuckers off to the side first so the rest of the world can get on with their day? I got work to do, I'm almost outta cigarette's, and now I gotta piss...Fuck.” Never having heard a woman express the need to pee in such vulgar language, Brenden found her sudden admission strangely erotic. He hadn't known himself to have an interest in a woman peeing, but for the first time, he wondered briefly how much he might enjoy seeing her in the act, thinking of her great ass. Finally after nearly an hour having passed, traffic began to move and they were on the way again. Ten minutes later they arrived at the home of the customer. The first step was to uninstall the old dryer and load it onto the truck. Shelly took charge, quickly unhooking and hustling it onto the dolly and up the basement stairs that lead straight to the front yard, with Brenden helping her by pushing up from the other side. After the exertion of getting the old one out, they lowered the new dryer down from the truck. Shelly uttered quietly under her breath, “Holy shit I really gotta piss.” As they carefully eased it down the steps toward the basement, the power cord fell from its plastic wrap and became entangled in the wheel of the dolly. Unable to move it further, Shelly told Brenden to keep it steady so she could reach down to untangle it. While trying his best to not reveal how much he was struggling to hold it, a monstrous surprise fell upon him when Shelly squatted down to tug on the cord, and one of her pussy lips emerged from the side of her shorts, too small to conceal her generously sized womanhood in a such a position. Brenden's heart instantly jumped into racing at the sudden exposure. Laser focused on the cord, she hadn't a clue that her pussy was literally hanging out and being admired, the image of her most intimate anatomy being burned into the memory of her rather useless helper. Time seemed to slow for Brenden as he focused his gaze on her beefy, shaved lip squeezing out against her inner thigh, so pink, so smooth, so intensely arousing that he felt his stomach tighten. Adrenaline surging through his virgin body enabled him to hold the dryer with sudden ease. After a few seconds, Shelly cleared the cord and they continued to lower it down the stairs. Swiftly positioning it and installing the duct, she was now breathing in shallow gasps to ease the painful ache from her bladder. Brenden noticed the strain and discomfort on her face, which easily conveyed the agony she was feeling. Seeing no way of helping her situation, he simply reminded her that they were almost done and she could find a restroom as soon as they left. Shelly then stood up and began unzipping her shorts, walking over toward a few storage bins in the corner. His eyes‎ grew with shock as he whispered forcefully, “Wha...what are you doing?!” She whispered back, “Fuck this shit, I gotta take a piss. Just watch that damn door for me.” She positioned herself next to the bins with her back toward him and pulled her shorts down. The tiny string of her black thong flung outward from deep within her plump cheeks as she lowered into a squat. Before fully in position, she immediately burst in a loud and forceful gush that initially sprayed against her left foot for a moment, then struck the cold cement floor. Brenden stood still, paralyzed with arousal, focused like a predatory bird descending on its prey. Her stream, itself akin to a predator with such fierce strength, rampaged and hissed like a wild beast, running along the wall a few feet ahead. Her beautifully shaped backside had just enough light cast from the fixtures above, highlighting the thong-shaped tan line along her waist. A large puddle was quickly pooling, spreading further still along the wall. With all senses fully engaged to new levels, he heard her sigh in relief, barely audible over the loud rush of pee, but just enough to reveal the euphoric, almost sexually satisfying release. Brenden continued to observe, as her stream became even stronger and arched upward, making it harder for him to see any actual pee from behind her, but with the trade off of seeing her dark brown hole bulge outward from the shadows of her cheeks as she pushed harder, rushing to finish. Even with pushing seemingly as hard as possible, it would be no quick tinkle, and another twenty seconds passed by with her heavy flow continuing to hammer the floor relentlessly, the puddle continuing to spread across the floor. Finally her stream weakened. Shelly stood back up, and started to pull her underwear, only to have the stream continue unexpectedly, and burst down the rear of her left thigh. “Fuck” she whispered, turning to head for the door, stumbling toward Brenden and unintentionally giving him a brief glimpse of her pierced clitoris while still pulling her shorts up. As she finally got them up and zipped, he noticed a damp spot at her crotch, as she had nothing to wipe with and more pee was still trickling out for a moment. Shelly handed him the installation form and instructed, “Here, have him sign this so we can get the fuck outta here, I'll start the truck.” She then grabbed the dolly and quickly headed outside, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later, Brenden returned with the signed form and they were off, back to the store. They both sat in silence, amid undeniable awkward tension, even more so due to the obvious erection in Brenden's pants, which he tried to hide by resting his arms on his lap. Thoughts flooded his mind, the pussy slip on the stairs, the thong, the pee, her puddle, her hiss, the shape of her ass, sexy tan lines, bulging asshole, clit piercing, all replaying in his head with more clarity than a lucid dream. Sitting at an intersection red light, Shelly remarked, “Not a fucking word to your uncle. It never happened. Got it?” Brenden quietly nodded his head in agreement. He could see from his peripheral vision that her head was still turned toward him. After a few moments he turned to make eye contact, seeing that she was looking at his embarrassing erection, amplifying the already weird dynamic between them. “Did that turn you on, you got some weird pee fetish, kid? I thought I told you to watch the door, but you were watching me taking a piss, weren't you?” Not knowing how to answer the challenging question, he just turned his head away once more. After quietly traveling a few blocks further, Shelly started smiling, amused at his obvious shame and decided to toy with him by talking about it in more detail. “That was a lot of pee, wasn't it? Felt so good to get all that out. I mean, it felt really really good, almost like...well, I won't say anything else, ha.” His deep breathing revealed raging arousal. Well into her thirties and well versed in exploiting the ancient weakness that is the male sex-drive, she knew with absolute certainty that he was in the palm of her hands, and probably up for just about anything. She continued on, “Y'know...that's a pretty serious hard on you got right now. It doesn't seem to be settling down on its own. It might look suspicious to your uncle if you get back with that thing poking out like that, especially since we're so late. Wouldn't want him thinking his wife and nephew were messing around.” Brenden, nervous at what she was implying, said back, “Um, it'll go down soon.” The traffic light turned green and while accelerating down the road, she reached over without warning and grabbed his crotch, squeezing the fabric firmly to massage him. His mouth opened in shock at her aggressive move. “Relax. We gotta get rid of this thing. Not hurting you am I, hun? I tend to be rough.” Brenden's heart raced to it's max over what was happening. Her strong grip was a bit painful, but skillful with just enough to heighten his pleasure. He looked down, fixated on the veins of her hand, as her vigorous caress was quickly bringing him to making a mess in his pants. Shelly tightened her grip, and within a single minute, felt his cock pulsing as he ejaculated on himself. She then released hold of him. Brenden sat in disbelief over what just happened, still tingling from her quick hand job. Always full of surprises, she then uttered, “Unzip me.” Hesitant, he slowly reached over, pausing a few times before making contact. “Go ahead” she insisted, and Brenden unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down, exposing her shaved mound. Coming to another red light, she grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her piss dampened pussy in a slow up and down motion. He admired the way her eyes closed and her mouth opened slightly. A seemingly long-awaited touch of passion was finally being satiated, and a distinct softness washed over her face that he hadn't yet seen. He caressed her warm and moist flesh, fully enjoying his first time ever touching a woman in her most cherished area. Deep breathing caused her chest to expand and retract further, accentuating her generous bust. She began to moan quietly, biting her bottom lip while squeezing his forearm. Brenden then felt a sudden warmness in her crotch. Upon taking his hand out, he realized that Shelly had just peed on it. He smelled the distinct aroma on his fingers. She watched in excitement as he then stuck them in his mouth, tasting her nectar and pussy juices before reaching back into her shorts and rubbing her swollen clitoris, strong and fast like she craved. His stimulation soon had her on the edge of a powerful orgasm, causing her right leg to jerk outward and hit the gearshift into neutral. Both of them unaware that the traffic light was now green, the driver of the car behind them honked the horn and at that precise moment, as if triggered by the sudden noise, Shelly's body stiffened. The knuckles of her left hand on the steering wheel turned white as she climaxed. Brenden continued rubbing and fingering. Again her right leg lost control and she inadvertently pressed the throttle, causing the engine to rev in neutral as she screamed out. In love with the sight of her being taken by an orgasm, he observed every reaction of her body, from the protruding veins in her neck to the flesh of her left thigh shaking from the waves of pleasure. The honking of the angered driver continued. Still partially consumed by her orgasm, Shelly shifted into gear and pressed the accelerator. The old Ford lunged forward under her uncoordinated foot. Driving down the road, her body still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure, she slowly regained composure and returned to normal breathing, smiling at Brenden as he still had his hand stuck in her. Finally removing it, he saw just how much she had soaked his hand, with a film of her warm clear fluid covering his fingers. Soon after, they arrived back at the parking lot of the store. Shelly turned the truck off, looked at Brenden and said, “Remember, not a fucking word.” He looked back and again nodded his head in agreement. She smiled at him and climbed down from the truck, heading back inside the store. Before following her, he looked over and saw on the drivers seat, a damp area. Brenden leaned over and put his nose less than an inch away to inhale the fresh scent of her pee before reaching for the door handle to get out, back to work at the sweetest summer job he ever could've imagined.
  6. What the heck is taking Tammy so long?” Susan asked. Tommy chuckled. “Well, what took us so long?” he said. “You don’t think…?” “I do,” he said. “Two of those girls from the table over there left around the same time as Tammy, so my guess is they’re either in the bathroom messing around or in the hallway. Or they may be in Kirby’s office, which is probably where he and Janice fooled around.” He laughed and Susan smiled. “I’m feeling kind of jealous,” she said. She was feeling more than just jealous. As they sat there, she was picturing what might be going on between Tammy and the two girls who got up. Were they having fun pissing all over the bathroom, soaking the floor and maybe the walls? Maybe one of them was sitting over the sink, emptying her bladder all over the white porcelain. Or maybe they were in the back hallway where her and Tommy had been, squatting or standing as they sprayed their pee all over the floor. “You think you could go again?” Tommy asked. “I don’t know,” she said. She had a thought, though, and bit her lip, still picturing Tammy kneeling and spraying pee all over the bathroom floor. “Tell you what,” Susan said, “if you’re bold enough, meet me in the women’s bathroom in about five minutes.” She nudged him, and he scooted out of the booth to let her out. As Susan walked towards the hallway, Tammy and the other two girls passed her. They all looked flushed, but they were smiling wide. Tammy even winked at her when they walked by. Susan smiled and again felt that twinge as she imagined what they might have been doing. This time, her thoughts were a little lewder, picturing one of the girls knelt between Tammy’s legs, her face buried in her crotch while also dribbling pee onto the floor. Susan cleared her throat and walked to the bathroom. It was empty, and the first thing she looked at when she walked in was the floor. It was concrete with two drains, one near the door and one on the other side. Just as Janice described, there were three stalls and three sinks. Susan looked around and right away noticed several puddles on the floor, one leading to the drain closest to the door. Susan was about to step over to the sink when the door opened. It was Tommy, of course. He closed the door and grinned at her. “I’ve always wanted to be naughty and just piss all over a public bathroom,” Susan said. “I thought you might want to watch.” Tommy’s grin widened. “I would love that,” he said. Susan lifted her skirt and stepped backward as she carefully eased her rear end over the sink. She licked her lips and closed her eyes. Soon, a warm stream of pee dribbled out of her and splashed into the sink. She giggled as she heard it gurgle down the drain. Tommy stared at her with his lustful gaze. She cut off her flow and slid back down off of the sink. Then she stepped closer to the middle of the bathroom. Susan sighed and let more pee go, feeling it trickle down her legs and drip to the floor at her feet. She lifted her skirt so Tommy could see her steady flow as it splashed against her inner thighs and streamed down her legs. Tommy couldn’t resist any longer as he unzipped his fly and released his penis. Susan was still peeing, but it did not stop him as he stepped up to her and rubbed his growing erection along her slit. She moaned as her flow dwindled but still dribbled warmly along his shaft. Just then the door opened behind Tommy, and before they could react the older woman who was at the table across from them stepped in. Susan dropped her skirt and Tommy stepped back, but there was no hiding the puddle at her feet, and some of her pee was still leaking down her legs. “Oh, excuse me,” the woman said. Tommy’s face reddened, and he started for the door, but she held a hand out to stop him. “It’s okay, you don’t have to go.” Tommy seemed confused, but he stayed. “You can finish, sweetie,” the woman said. “Don’t mind me.” They both watched her as she walked over to the drain closest to the door. Then she hiked up her skirt and they both saw that she was wearing lacy red panties that were already very dark in the crotch. She pulled the gusset aside and was soon spraying her own stream of pee onto the bathroom floor. Susan looked at Tommy and saw his erection pulsing. She might have felt jealous, but she was also feeling herself getting wet just watching this older woman spray the bathroom floor freely, as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do. The woman looked at Susan and smiled. “It’s okay, really. I saw you two messing around at your table. And I saw what you did. And I’m pretty sure I just caught you in the act again. The good news is that I and those girls with me, we like wetting, too.” Susan’s jaw dropped. Her mind bounced to more thoughts of Tammy and the two other girls and she blushed. Then the bathroom door opened again and in came the fourth girl who had been sitting next to the older woman. “My name is Cheryl,” the older woman said, “and this is Tara.” Tara looked confused as she noticed Tommy in the women’s bathroom, but Cheryl smiled and winked at her. “Hello,” Tara said. “It’s okay,” Cheryl said, “we were right about them.” “Really?” Tara said. “Mmm hmm,” Cheryl said. Tara smiled. “That’s good news,” Tara said, “because I have to go.” She leaned against the door and unsnapped her jeans. Then she tugged them and her blue panties down to her ankles and sank into a sitting position. Seconds later, a strong flow of pee sprayed out of her and splashed loudly onto the bathroom floor. It was over quickly, and she pulled her jeans back up. Then she smiled at Chery who was now smiling at Tommy and Susan. “Well, I guess we’ll leave you two to finish.” They both started for the door. “Wait,” Susan said. Cheryl stopped and looked back at her. “You don’t have to go.” Tommy smiled at Susan, giving her a look of both shock and adoration. He walked to her and embraced her. She unsnapped his jeans and then yanked them and his boxers down. She lifted her skirt off completely, and then removed her top. She stepped forward to allow him to enter her again and then heard a click as one of the two ladies behind them locked the main door. Tommy slipped his penis against Susan’s slit again, rubbing slowly and gently but not yet entering her. He heard movement behind him, and soon he felt fingers run along his back under his shirt and then maneuver his shirt off completely. “If you want us to stop,” Cheryl said, “just let us know.” Tommy looked at Susan for an answer, and she nodded. Cheryl’s lips were on Tommy’s and her tongue touched his. She had removed her clothes, as well. He felt a hand touch his shaft and testicles and heard Susan moan. He slipped inside of her for a few seconds and then pulled out again. Cheryl stopped kissing him and directed Susan to turn around. She obeyed and lifted the back of her skirt, inviting Tommy to take her from behind. He slipped easily into her and she leaned back against him. He kissed her neck and shoulders. Cheryl moved in front of Susan and was soon kissing her. Meanwhile, Tara, who was also naked now, had stepped behind Cheryl. Susan was moving her hips slowly and tenderly while still kissing Cheryl. Tommy could see that Susan was also rubbing Cheryl’s slit. Cheryl took Susan’s hand away and then knelt down in front of Susan. Tommy watched as Cheryl started to lick at Susan’s slit. Tara was also reaching and had one hand between Cheryl’s legs and the other between her own, rubbing furiously. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take before he would blow his load. But he wanted to hold out, so he pulled out and just stood behind Susan, watching Cheryl pleasure her. Susan was gasping and looked as if she might fall over, so Tommy held her, caressing her arms and kissing her neck and shoulders. “Oh my god,” she said. Tommy laughed and nibbled at her ear. “Lay down,” he said. Cheryl stopped licking Susan long enough to allow her to lay on the bathroom floor. She could feel the wet concrete under her but did not care as Cheryl knelt over her and continued to lick her slit. Tommy watched Cheryl and noticed that she had stuck her rear end out just enough for Tara to continue rubbing her, as well. Susan looked at Tommy, and she saw the hunger in his eyes. “It’s okay, Tommy,” she said. “I know you want her.” Tommy nodded, and he looked down at Cheryl who stopped licking Susan and smiled at him. Tara stepped away and walked over to Susan. Tommy eagerly walked behind Cheryl, staring lustfully at her round bottom that showed both her maturity and her alluring womanhood. He knelt down and scooted forward just enough for the tip of his penis to touch her labia. Cheryl moaned, and to Tommy’s surprise a warm stream of pee splashed from between Cheryl’s legs and trickled over his penis. “Oh my god,” Tommy said. He felt her warm stream run down over his testicles as he scooted forward more and entered her as she still dribbled pee. She gasped as Tommy grabbed her round bottom and thrust in and out of her. Tommy looked up and to his surprise, Tara moved her left leg over Susan and was soon knelt over her, placing her pussy right over Susan’s face. Susan moaned and started licking Tara’s slit. “Oh, wow,” Tara said, “you’re… really good at that.” Cheryl stopped licking Susan and sat up just far enough to place her lips on Tara’s, who was still moaning. Then Tara reached her hand down to Susan’s slit and started rubbing while bucking her hips, kissing Cheryl, and moaning from the pleasure of Susan’s tongue in her slit. With Tommy still inside of her, Cheryl sat up, straightening her back while Tommy reached around and rubbed her breasts. He looked at Susan again, who was still hungrily lapping at Tara’s vagina. “Oh,” Tara cried, “I’m gonna cum… oh… ohhHHHHHHHH!” Tommy watched as Tara moved forward so that her bottom was over Susan’s breasts and released a strong spray of pee as she obviously climaxed. Most of her warms spray went all over Susan, but some of is splashed against Chery’s lower tummy. Cheryl groaned, and Tommy increased the strength of his thrusts. As Tara finished and moved off of Susan, Tommy looked down at Susan as she watched him continue to screw Cheryl. Susan bit her lip and sat up, then moved close to Cheryl. She pressed her body against Cheryl’s, their breasts touching and rubbing together with the movements of Cheryl’s writhing. Susan brought her head just over Cheryl’s shoulder and kissed Tommy deeply. Then he heard her moan and looked down to see that Tara had stepped behind her and was rubbing her from behind. “Oh, god, Tommy,” Susan said. “This is so… good… I have to… ohhhh.” Then a loud splashing filled the room as Susan emptied her bladder. Tommy could feel the splashes and the flow of it under his knees. Tara did not stop rubbing her, though. Cheryl’s gasps were becoming cries now, so he thrust his hips harder, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Susan was almost screaming with pleasure now as Tara rubbed more furiously. “Oh, I’m gonna, huhh, huhh, ohhhhHHHHHHH!” Susan screamed as she climaxed and fell forward against Cheryl again. Tommy moved more deeply into Cheryl and kissed Susan on the lips again, parting them and feeling his tongue against hers. As Cheryl’s cries became screams, Tommy felt his orgasm building. “I’m about to cum,” Tommy said breathlessly. “It’s okay,” Cheryl said. Tommy pushed in as deeply as he could, and Cheryl writhed her hips and bottom back against him until he groaned and ejaculated inside of her. Susan kissed him deeply and intimately. “Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for sharing this with me.” Tommy chuckled. “You’re welcome,” he said. “And thank you ladies,” Susan said, smiling at Cheryl and Tara. They both smiled back. “It was our pleasure,” Cheryl said, “and yours, of course. They laughed as they gathered their clothes and got dressed. “We should exchange numbers and maybe do this again sometime,” Tara said. “That’d be great,” Susan said.
  7. Tammy knew what she had seen. The mother had leaned forward and whispered something to the girl across from her, and the girl turned and looked directly at Tammy, smiled, then winked. Tammy was surprised when she felt her face get flushed, but she smiled back. Soon after, her brother and Susan returned, their faces also a bit flushed. She smiled at them but didn’t say anything because she was still thinking about the look the girl had given her and the wink. Kirby arrived with their burgers. Kirby’s version of the bronco burger was an all-beef patty, lettuce, tomato, cheddar cheese, onion rings, a few fire-roasted red peppers, and some house-made barbecue sauce. Even the siblings did not know Kirby’s barbecue sauce recipe. Tommy dug into his burger pretty quickly, probably hungry after his hallway romp with Susan. Janice winked at Kirby as he walked back to the bar, and Tammy found herself feeling a little left out. But there was the girl at the table. Tammy looked over again, but the girl’s back was to her again, and the mother was talking to the other girl next to her. Tammy finally picked up her burger and took a bite of it. It was juicy and very tasty, especially with the zest of Kirby’s sauce. As she chewed her food, Tammy watched the girl stand up. Then the girl looked over her shoulder at Tammy again and walked down the hall towards the bathrooms. Tammy sat her burger down and chewed what was left in her mouth. “Did that girl just check you out?” Janice asked. “I think so,” Tammy said. Janice laughed. “Guess it’s your turn.” “But… what if that was nothing? I don’t want to walk in there and feel like an idiot.” “It’s the bathroom,” Tommy said. “If she’s not interested, it’s not like you don’t have other reasons to be in there.” Tammy sighed and placed her hands on the table. “Okay, I’ll go.” She stood up, and as she did the mother looked at her and smiled the same smile she had shown earlier. Tammy returned the smile and walked down the hallway to the women’s restroom. When she stepped in, the girl was standing at the mirror, and she turned to look at Tammy. “Hey there,” she said. “Hey,” Tammy said, her voice choking a little. “My mother said you were watching her earlier. What did you see?” “What do you mean?” Tammy asked. “Don’t be coy. I know you saw her. But I want to hear you tell me what you saw.” “She was peeing in her dress,” Tammy said. “Yes, she was,” the girl said. “And when we first sat down, you probably didn’t know it, but we saw you wet your skirt.” Tammy blushed. “And I’m pretty sure that was your friend or sister that was in the bathroom earlier.” “Sister,” Tammy said. “The guy is my twin brother, and the other girl is my sister’s best friend.” “Well, you’ve seen my mother. The girl beside me is my best friend Danielle, and the other girl is a friend from school, Tara. And I think it’s obvious we all share the same fetish. Am I wrong?” Tammy paused, but then she bit her lip. “No,” she said. “Well, I know you were checking out my mom. She kind of feels like she’s a bit old for you. But, if you’re looking for someone more around your age…” The girl moved closer to Tammy. “My name is Kiki.” “Tammy.” “Well, Tammy, how long have you been wetting?” Kiki touched Tammy’s hand gently, their fingertips touching. “Most of my young life,” Tammy said. “Our parents were wetters, and they were really laid back. They didn’t really encourage us to do it, but they didn’t stop us, either.” “Hmm, you’re a lucky girl,” Kiki said. She reached her other hand up and ran her fingers through a strand of Tammy’s hair. “And beautiful,” she said. “Thank you,” Tammy said. Just then the bathroom door opened, and Tammy was about to move away before she realized it was the other girl, Danielle. Kiki smiled at Danielle who walked over to them. “We were right,” Kiki said. “They’re wetters, too.” Danielle’s face lit up, and she moved closer to them. “Really?” she said. “That’s awesome.” “You don’t know this,” Kiki said to Tammy, “but we’ve had our eye on you since we walked in. That’s how we caught you peeing in your skirt. We were checking you out.” “Really?” Tammy said. “Yes, really.” Kiki leaned in now to kiss Tammy, and Tammy surprised herself by not pulling away. As their lips met, Tammy could also see Danielle moving to her left side. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” Kiki asked. “Yes,” Tammy whispered. “What about two women?” Danielle asked. “Yes,” Tammy said. “Well, well, we found our girl,” Kiki said, smiling. She kissed Tammy’s neck as Danielle moved closer and started kissing Tammy’s shoulder. “Do you want to do this here?” Kiki asked. “No,” Tammy said. “I know somewhere else.” “Well, while we’re in the bathroom,” Kiki said. She stepped back and unsnapped her jeans, then tugged them and her panties down to her ankles. She stood just like that, closed her eyes, and soon a steady stream of pee sprayed out from between her legs and splashed onto the concrete floor. Tammy watched amazed as the stream sprayed out far, completely missing Kiki’s jeans and panties. She stopped after only about ten seconds. “Save some for later,” she said, winking at Tammy. “So where is this place you talked about?” Tammy led them out of the bathroom and down the hall to the door at the end, into Kirby’s office. She locked the door behind them. “Okay, we can have privacy in here.” When she turned around, Kiki and Danielle were already embracing each other and kissing passionately, their tongues occasionally extending and touching. Tammy walked to them, and as if acting through some wild impulse she leaned in and placed her lips close to theirs, adding her own tongue to their kisses. Her right hand went to Kiki’s arm and her left found one of Danielle’s buttocks. Kiki stepped back and removed her shirt. Then she unsnapped her bra. Danielle followed suit, and Tammy pulled at the straps of her dress until it dropped to the floor at her feet. Then she removed her bra, as well. Kiki had unsnapped her jeans and was now tugging her jeans and panties off as Danielle also removed her capris and panties. All three girls stood in front of each other, fully nude and smiling. “Are you sure you want this?” Kiki asked Tammy. “Yes,” Tammy said. The girls moved in close again and returned to kissing. Tammy could feel Kiki’s left breast brushing against her right one and Danielle’s right one against her left. She pulled away from the kiss and instead started to kiss down Kiki’s neck and then to her left breast. Kiki moaned, and soon Tammy could feel a hand rubbing her outer labia. She wasn’t sure if it was Kiki or Danielle, but she didn’t care. Tammy kept kissing Kiki’s breast, and she gradually worked her way down to Kiki’s tummy. As the hand moved away from her labia, Tammy knelt down to go lower until she was kissing just above Kiki’s slit. “Wait,” Kiki said, giggling. “Let me sit down or I’ll fall.” Kiki sat on the floor, which was faux hardwood like the rest of the place, and she opened her legs and smiled at Tammy. Danielle was still behind Tammy, and as Tammy knelt down Danielle joined her on the floor. Tammy stared lustfully at Kiki’s vagina, hairy but not too hairy, and so open. She knelt down to bring her mouth closer, and again felt a hand between her own legs, then fingers, and then a tongue. Tammy moaned and finally brought her mouth to Kiki’s awaiting vagina. She licked around Kiki’s pussy, flicking her tongue across her clitoris, all while feeling her own vagina being licked by Danielle. Tammy lifted her bottom a little more and reached down to rub her own clitoris as Danielle licked her. She could feel her first orgasm building, but then Danielle stopped. “Lay on your side,” Danielle said. Tammy stopped licking Kiki and did as she was told, laying on her right side. “Now go back to what you were doing.” It took more effort, but Tammy was able to turn her head just enough to get back to licking Kiki’s vagina. As she did, Tammy soon felt her left leg being lifted as Danielle eased her shapely legs between Tammy’s. Tammy knew what was next, and she adjusted her hips to meet Danielle’s awaiting vagina. When their pussy lips touched, Tammy could not stifle a moan. “Oh, god, you’re good at that,” Kiki said as Tammy kept working her tongue through Kiki’s vagina. As both Tammy and Danielle bucked their hips together while Tammy continued to lick Kiki, Tammy felt the pressure in her bladder growing. She started to say something, but as her first orgasm started to really build, she decided to just let go. A tiny dribble came out, and right away Danielle moaned. “Oh my god, that’s… ohhhhhh. You’re gonna make me go, too,” Danielle said. “Oh, wow, that’s so hot,” Kiki said as she sat up and watched them while Tammy still licked at her vagina. “Okay, I can’t hold it. Aaaaahhhh!” As Danielle cried out, a strong blast of pee sprayed from her and splashed all over Tammy’s vagina. They did not stop tribbing, though, as the strong flow continued, dripping loudly to the floor and making splashing noises as they bucked their hips. Tammy had to stop licking Kiki because she needed to breathe as her climax built. Kiki took over with her own fingers as she watched Tammy and Danielle, whose flow was ending but had still created a sizable puddle between them. Danielle started to cry out, and as Tammy’s orgasm was reaching its peak she looked at Kiki, who was now also dribbling a steady flow of pee onto the floor while rubbing herself. Tammy screamed as she climaxed. Tammy and Danielle finally stopped, and they lay in the wet floor for a little while, catching their breath before laughing with pleasure.
  8. They finally pulled into the parking lot of a building that resembled a double-wide trailer with a wooden siding and a full porch that rand the length of the building. Susan also saw a few posts sticking out of the ground on both sides next to the entrance, each with a longer post running across. “What are those?” she asked, pointing to the posts. Tommy laughed. “Those are hitching posts for horses. Kirby thinks he’s some kind of cowboy, so he had those put in when he opened the place. Wants it to look authentic.” Susan smiled as she also noticed two wagon wheels, one on each side, propped against the porch. The porch itself held several wooden rocking chairs, and even the lights near the door resembled lanterns. The only “modern” touch was the neon sign at the top that advertised the name “Kirby’s.” “It’s tacky,” Tammy said, “which is why we love it.” Once inside, it was just as they siblings has described it, a lot of country-themed odds and ends hanging on the wall, including a few mounted game animals. The lighting was dim, and there were even some faux oil lamps hanging along the bar. The floor was tile just as they said, but its style was made to look like wooden flooring. The booths were made of actual wood but with burgundy vinyl backings and seat cushions. There were also some round wooden tables and matching chairs. When they passed the bar, a man with pepper-gray hair smiled and waved. “Hey there!” he said. He finished pouring a drink for another man at the bar and then stepped to the end of the bar to greet them. “Hey Kirby,” Janice said. “This is my friend Susan.” “Well, howdy Susan,” Kirby said. The siblings laughed and shook their heads. “Told you so,” Janice said. “We’ll take our usual, Kirby.” “You got it, little lady.” Janice and the twins led Susan over to a booth at the end of the bar. She directed Susan to sit on the inside and Tommy squeezed in next to her. Then Tammy sat across from Susan and Janice took the other outside seat. Almost as soon as they sat down, Kirby showed up with four frothy mugs of beer. “On the house, as always,” Kirby said, smiling. He winked at Janice, who smiled and winked back. “I’d better make room for this,” Tammy said. Susan looked at her, confused, until she saw Tammy sit up straight and then heard a soft hissing sound. Susan started to look, but Janice shook her head. “Discrete, remember? The customers don’t know.” Susan nodded. “It’s actually one of the hottest things about this,” Tommy said. “The fact that right now my sister is pissing herself and no one knows but us.” “So, what are you going to do?” Susan asked. “Are you going to wet your pants, or…?” “Well,” Tommy said and took a sip of his beer. “Maybe not because even though these pants are black, they’re denim, so it would still show. But yeah, I have before. I spilled a drink on myself one night and then decided later, what the hell, I’m already wet, so…” Susan smiled at him and then looked him up and down, imagining what he might look like with wet jeans. Tommy smiled back. “And you can’t just whip it out right here because you’re on the end seat, so what then?” Tommy winked at her. “You’ll see.” Meanwhile, Janice had made eye contact with Kirby several times. Every time, he smiled at her, and it wasn’t just a cordial, friendly smile but something deeper. Janice remembered admitting to her father when she was nineteen and met Kirby for the first time that she thought he was attractive. Her father had laughed and said, “Well, he’s not a bad looking fella for a wannabe cowboy.” Now, almost a decade later, Kirby was just a few years younger than her father but almost twenty years older than her. Should she still be feeling this way? Kirby’s own wife had died of cancer a few before her parents’ accident. He still wasn’t bad looking, even with his blue button up shirt and brown vest. Kirby also had a cowboy hat that looked cute enough on him to work. As she looked at him again, he smiled once more and then motioned subtly with his head for her to come over to the bar. Janice could feel her face redden. “Hey, I’ll be back. Kirby wants to talk to me.” As she stood up, she tried not to look at her siblings, but she caught sight of a naughty smirk on Tammy’s face. Janice could not help herself and she returned the smile. “You’re going to leave me here alone with these two?” Susan said, but it was clear from her tone that she was faking it. “No… please… don’t.” She giggled. Tommy leaned close to Susan and kissed her on the cheek. Janice walked to the bar, which was now surprisingly empty. There were about five other patrons in the bar, three of them at a table and the other two shooting pool in the far corner. “Hey there,” Kirby said. “Hey.” Susan smiled, and he returned the smile, but it seemed a little more nervous than before. “What’s up?” she asked. “Hell, I might as well be honest with you,” Kirby said. “Ever since you walked in that door I haven’t stopped looking at you.” “I know,” she said, smiling. “I saw you looking.” “You favor your mother,” he said. This hurt her heart a little, but she knew it was intended as a compliment. “Thank you,” she said. “You have prettier eyes, though,” he said. He smiled and poured her a glass of beer. “Looks like your new friend is fitting in well.” Janice turned around and looked back at their table. Susan was sitting with her head back as Tommy kissed her neck. She wondered if Susan was also wetting herself at that point and assumed she probably was. “Yeah, she is,” Janice said. “Would it be inappropriate if I asked you to meet me in the back office in about five minutes?” Janice looked at him and her eyes widened, but his expression made her pause. It was lustful, but also loving. Was it possible he had been thinking about her all these years, as well? She was an adult then, so it’s not like he would have been a pervert if he had. And she was definitely old enough now. Still, their age difference might turn some heads if anyone found out. But the back office… “No,” she said after a long pause. “I understand,” he said and sighed. “No, I mean… it’s a bit forward, but… not inappropriate. Five minutes?” Now Kirby’s eyes widened. “Yes. You remember where it is? Down the bathroom hallway, last door at the end.” “I remember. Tammy and Tommy and I used to hang out back there because we weren’t yet old enough really to be in a bar, and you didn’t want someone calling ‘the law’ on you. That’s literally what you said, ‘the law.’” She laughed, and he shook his head. “It was cute,” she said. “Five minutes,” he said. He walked out from behind the bar and to the group of three at the table. She heard him mumble something, and they nodded. Then he checked on the two at the pool tables, turned to look at her over his shoulder, smiled, and walked down the hallway. Janice walked over to their table. “Hey, I’m heading to the bathroom. I need to do more than pee.” All three of them looked at her, and Janice could tell from Susan’s expression that something was up. As she looked closer, she could see that Tommy had his hand between Susan’s legs and was obviously rubbing her slit. Janice smiled as she saw a few droplets of Susan’s pee dribbling onto the seat. “Mmmkay,” Susan said, obviously trying to maintain her composure. “Have fun,” Tammy said, and she winked. How did she always know? Janice left them and walked to the hallway where the bathrooms were. She passed the bathrooms and finally reached the door at the end. She hesitated for just a few seconds but then turned the knob and walked into the familiar back office. Kirby was sitting behind his desk, but as soon as she entered he stood up. He made a sound like he was clearing his throat. “I didn’t know if you’d actually come,” he said. “I told you I would.” “No, you just said it wasn’t inappropriate to ask. I’ve spent the last three minutes agonizing over whether you would come.” Janice looked at him. He was genuinely nervous and apprehensive. This made him ever cuter. She closed the door behind her and turned both locks. “I’m here, aren’t I?” she said. He nodded then stepped out from behind his desk and walked to her. Janice stood still as he approached her. He reached out his hands and rubbed her arms gently while looking into her eyes. “Those eyes,” he said. Then he cleared his throat again. “Can I… kiss you?” She nodded, and he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. Then both of their mouths were open and their tongues touching. Janice moaned involuntarily at the pleasure as he kissed her. “I want you,” he said. “But I haven’t done anything since… since Mary passed.” “I know,” she said. “It’s okay.” Janice moved closer to him and reached down to unzip his fly. He made a grunting sound as she reached in and slid his penis through his zipper. She rubbed it gently with her fingers, feeling it grow and pulse in her hand. She looked down at it and her eyes widened. It wasn’t the biggest she had ever seen, but it was considerable and definitely the biggest she had ever had. She lifted her dress up and guided his penis closer to her until the tip of it was touching her slit, which was already very wet and ready for him. He looked into her eyes again and moved even closer until he slipped all the way inside of her. She gasped when he entered her, and her eyes rolled back. He chuckled as he moved his hips slowly, sliding in and out of her. Each time he pressed against her, Janice could feel the pressure in her bladder getting stronger. “Kirby,” she said, “I have to pee.” He chuckled and pulled out and looked into her eyes. “Let’s go to the desk,” he said. She nodded, and he led her across the office to his desk. Then he pulled his office chair out and pointed to it. Janice smiled as she obeyed him, hiking her dress up as she sat down. He stood next to her, still smiling and looking into her eyes. Then his eyes dropped down lower to her exposed vagina, and his expression changed to pure lust. Janice closed her eyes and sighed. Her flow started as a soft trickle as she only let a little bit go. “Oh my god,” he said. “That is incredible.” Janice giggled. She was about to let more go when Kirby knelt down closer, his penis in his hand. “I need you right now or I’ll explode right here.” “But I still need to go,” Janice said. “I don’t care,” he said. Janice bit her lip and reached out to pull him closer. They kissed again, and soon he was inside of her. She moaned and knew she couldn’t hold back any longer. She kept kissing him as he slowly moved in and out of her. She felt the first few drops trickle out of her and he groaned, obviously feeling them, as well. “That feels so good,” he said. His movements became quicker and quicker and he pushed deeper. She could feel his weight against her bladder, and with each thrust she squirted more warm pee. It dribbled over his penis and down his testicles and tickled her lower labia. “Oh, my god, yes,” she said. She had an idea and cut off her flow. Then she pushed him back and motioned for him to stand up. He slid out of her and obeyed. She stood up from the chair, and then directed him to sit. As he turned, he unbuckled and unsnapped his jeans and tugged them down to his ankles. She giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and straddled him in his office chair. He started to slip his penis back inside of her, but she stopped him. “Let me do this,” she said. He nodded as she scooted up just enough to put his penis right along her slit but not inside her. Janice sighed and let go completely. The hissing sound of her warm pee as it sprayed out of her and splashed against his penis and lower stomach was loud enough that they both laughed. But their laughter quickly turned to moans as Janice moved her hips, rubbing her soaking wet labia along the shaft of his penis while still peeing. He looked at her again with hungry, lustful eyes and she leaned forward and finally gave him what he wanted as she slid down onto him. Janice knew it wouldn’t be long as she wriggled her hips and he gripped her bare ass. “I’m not going to last much longer,” Kirby said. “It’s okay,” Janice said, smiling. She pulled the straps of her dress and bra away and freed her breasts, and he leaned in to kiss them, starting with her cleavage and working his way to her left nipple. She squealed and moved her hips quicker. “Oh, that feels… so good,” she said. “Oh, I’m gonna… oh, ohhHHHHHH!” She screamed, not caring if anyone heard, and he joined her as she felt him ejaculate into her. Janice stopped moving, but she stayed on top of him as he continued to kiss her cleavage and shoulders. “Thank you,” he said. “That was incredible.” “It was,” she said and kissed him. “So which one of us walks out of here first?” They both laughed.
  9. This chapter is a retelling of the last chapter but from Tommy's perspective. When Tommy stepped into the bathroom, the first thing he did was listen closely. He could hear his sisters talking to the new girl but could not make out what they were saying. It didn’t matter. The first phase of his and Tammy’s plan was already in action. As he often did before taking a shower, Tommy stripped down to only his boxers. They were snug, especially in the mornings when his often painful erection stretched them out. He sat on the edge of the tub and adjusted his penis until it was pointing upwards. Then he relaxed and soon a steady squirt of warm urine sprayed the inside of his boxers and soaked his balls then dripped to the tile bathroom floor. He reached into the front opening of his boxers and slipped his penis out. Then he sighed and emptied his bladder this way, letting his warm pee spray whichever way it chose to go. Since his erection was waning a bit, most of it dribbled to his right side, soaking his boxers and the floor. When he finished, he reached back, closed the shower curtain halfway, and turned on the water but didn’t step in yet. The knock at the bathroom door was exactly what Tommy hoped for. He really was planning to get into the shower soon when the knock came. But now the game was on. “Hey Tommy?” It was Janice’s voice. Tommy smiled. “Yeah?” he answered. “Do you know how much longer you’ll be?” “I just got in,” he said, grinning at his lie. He could hear someone say something else but couldn’t hear them, so he stepped as quietly as he could closer to the bathroom door. “…Tammy is right. We’ve had to improvise before. I can take you to the kitchen? If you’re willing, you can use the sink?” It was Janice again. “How far is that?” This was a voice Tommy didn’t recognize, so it must be Susan, Janice’s new friend. Tommy grinned again and listened. “It’s on the other side of the house,” Janice said. Tommy grinned again. The kitched was on the other side of the house, but that wasn’t as far as Susan probably thought. He now began to think Janice had decided to join their game. “Ohhh, no, I won’t make it that far,” Susan said. “Well, you can go right here,” Tammy said. Tommy almost laughed out loud. He loved hearing his twin work her magic. “Like… just pee in your hallway?” “If you have to,” Tammy said. “It’s my lame ass brother’s fault, not yours. And we can clean it up, no problem.” Tommy heard Susan groan and couldn’t help himself now as he slipped his boxers off all the way and started to stroke his penis. “Ohhh, I’m seriously about to piss myself,” Susan said. “It’s okay, really,” Janice said. “I won’t tell anyone at the office.” “But I can’t just piss in the floor in your hallway,” Susan said. “It’s really not a problem,” Tammy said. “Here, I’ll prove it. I’ve got to go, anyway.” Tommy could hear movement and a gentle thud against the wall just outside the bathroom. He could picture what he had seen Tammy do many times: she was leaning against the wall to pee. He stepped closer and sure enough he could hear her sigh and just barely audible hissing and dripping as his twin sister peed right there in the hallway. Tommy stroked his penis harder, but he didn’t want to cum yet. Susan gasped. “Oh, shit!” she said. “I just squirted a bit!” He almost lost it then but eased his stroking. “I’m sorry, Janice, but I can’t hold it anymore.” “It’s okay,” Janice said. “Do you care if I join you?” Tommy almost went wild as he tried to picture his older sister and her new friend about to piss in the hallway just outside the door. He stroked a little more vigorously now. “Seeing my sister go made me have to go.” She laughed. “I don’t care,” Susan said. “I just need to pee like right now!” Tommy heard the unbuttoning of jeans and the sound of clothes rustling. “They’re already wet,” Susan said. Tommy almost cried out as he just knew she was talking about her panties. Then the unmistakable hissing and splashing as Susan emptied her bladder all over their hallway floor. Tommy felt his orgasm building and he had to put his free hand against the door to keep his legs from buckling. “Ohhhhh, that feel so much better,” Susan said. Tommy was really close to ejaculating right then when he heard another sound coming from right next to the bathroom door. It was a moan that he recognized all too well, followed by a second hissing and dribbling. He knew what was happening: Janice was peeing down her legs. Tommy lost it then and ejaculated all over the bathroom door and the floor. He had to bite his lip to hide his groans and almost fell over with pleasure. When he finished, he stepped back to the shower, turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around himself. Then he quickly wiped up his mess on the door and floor and then opened the door. Both Susan and Janice were still peeing. Janice looked shocked, but Susan started to laugh. “I’m so sorry,” Tommy said. “Umm… I’m Tommy.” Susan laughed even louder, and it was genuine. “Susan,” she said. “Welcome to our home,” Tommy said.
  10. Janice was fortunate to have a private office. It was her father’s, and since she was the only one with a job that required her to work from home, as well, she easily inherited it. There was everything you would expect from a home office: desk, office chair, computer, file cabinets, and there was also a vinyl couch and a recliner. Janice remembered that on her father’s busiest days he would sleep in his office and take power naps in the late afternoons. She also remembered that he rarely left the room to use the bathroom. Janice had walked in on him on several occasions and caught him in the act of pissing in the corner or relieving himself in the wastebasket next to his desk. And although she had never witnessed it, she also remembered noticing droplets on the vinyl couch, as well. Now, Janice was tending to her own business using the same office. She was on hold with an important client, one that she could not afford to lose. As she waited, she could feel the familiar need growing in her bladder. She could easily take the phone with her to the bathroom, but Janice smiled as she looked around the office, again remembering her father’s free use of his private office as more than just to do work. She looked over at the recliner, a dark-colored soft cushioned chair. Janice wasn’t sure how old it was. As she stepped closer to it, she leaned down and looked closer at the cushion. As expected, she could just barely see a ring in the material, a faint stain that proved her father had also used his recliner as a toilet. Janice smiled as she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them and her panties down to her ankles. Just as she did so, the client came back on the line. “Oh, hello,” Janice said. She sat back in the the recliner. “No, it’s okay, I understand Mr. Dawson. You are a busy man.” Janice smiled again at the feeling of the soft cushion against her bare ass and pussy. “Yes sir, I’m doing well. Just calling to check in and see if you’re still planning to work with us.” She relaxed and soon a small dribble started down her slit and to the soft material between her legs. “Ohhh, that’s great,” she said. “Yes sir, I am just… really happy to hear that… Mmm hmm…” The dribble grew to a steady flow and Janice rolled her eyes and opened her mouth in silent pleasure as a small puddle formed between her legs, slowly absorbing into the chair. “Yes sir. I will let my supervisor know… mmm… first thing tomorrow. Mmm hmm. Thank you, sir.” Janice hung up and leaned back into the chair. “Ohhh, I’m just gonna let it all go.” She sighed and let go completely, splashing her warm pee into the cushion beneath her, licking her lips at the warmth spreading under her. “Mmmm that feels so good, ohhh…” Feeling horny now, she slipped her fingers between her slit, feeling splashes of pee on her thighs and legs, and soon she was bucking her hips. “Oh… I’m gonna… OHHHHHhhhh!” As she cried out, a strong spray of pee squirted past the chair cushion and to the carpet as she climaxed. Meanwhile, in the kitchen Tammy and Tommy were almost finished cleaning up. Tammy had washed the last of the dishes, and Tommy had almost finished drying and putting them away. There had been a lot of splashing and joking around, so they were both wet and there was a lot of water on the kitchen floor. “You made a mess,” Tommy said. “Me?” Tammy said. “I think that was a joint effort.” “Whatever,” Tommy said. “This is how I make the floor wet.” He turned away from the sink and removed his penis from his boxers again. Tammy watched wide-mouthed as he sprayed a long stream that reached to the middle of the kitchen floor, splashing loudly and creating a puddle. “You’re so bad,” she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “So what do you know about this friend of Janice’s,” he asked, still peeing but his stream dwindling. “Not much, really. She’s a friend from work, like she said.” “Is she hot?” Tommy asked. “Oh my god, that’s why you asked.” He laughed and winked at her. “Like you’d have a chance, anyway,” she said, bumping him with her elbow. “We’ll see,” he said. He slid his penis back into his boxers. “Love ya, sis,” he said as he tossed a towel down onto the floor over his puddle and walked out of the kitchen. Tammy smiled as she stood there, looking down at the towel. She could feel her own need creeping up again, but it was coupled with another need. She thought about her brother wetting himself at the table and about him spraying a stream across the kitchen and felt her pussy getting wet at the thought. She would never admit it, but she did find him very attractive, and maybe it was some kind of twin connection and not the same kind of attraction as she might have for a lover or a boyfriend, but she could not deny that he excited her sexually. Tammy used her foot to wipe up her brother’s wet mess with the towel. As she did, she felt another twinge that reminded her she had to pee soon. Since she had just finished cleaning the floor, she didn’t really want to wet it again. Tammy turned to the sink and grinned. Without thinking about it too much, she turned around and lifted her bottom up and over the sink. She didn’t even bother to remove her panties as she relaxed and soon a warm, wet spot formed in the crotch of her panties. She gasped and let a little more dribble out, just enough to moisten her labia. Then she pulled her panties aside and started rubbing her slit gently. Tammy relaxed a little more, playing with the tiny dribbles that dampened her fingertips and rubbing them against her clitoris. She gasped again as a wave of pressure sent shivers through her and her dribble increased to a stream. She cut it off, though, and continued to rub herself, feeling her orgasm build. “I can’t hold it much longer,” she said. “But this is so nice.” She parted her legs a little more and now slipped two fingers into her vagina, sinking them deep and then sliding them back out to touch her clitoris and then again. Another wave of pressure struck and she moaned as more of her warm pee trickled over her fingers. “Oh, god, I can’t—!” She took her fingers out as a warm gush of pee sprayed the inside of the sink with an audible hiss and metallic splashing. Tammy went back to rubbing her clit as her pee continued to flow steadily into the sink. She was soon biting her lip as her orgasm built. She rubbed more furiously now, feeling her hot pee all over her hands but not caring as she finally climaxed right there with her rear end over the kitchen sink and the final drops of her pee trickling into the sink.
  11. wetwulf

    Girl's Night 8

    Not long after I settled into the warm bath water, the door opened, and Tara entered, still completely naked. She smiled when she saw me and winked, then walked over to the toilet, put the seat and lid down, and sat down. “So,” she said, still grinning, “how much did you see?” I could feel my face go red. “Most of it,” I said, “especially the tail end of it.” She giggled and rolled her eyes. “Did it get you off?” she asked. I hesitated but then nodded. “Good,” she said. “Does Alan know?” I asked. “Yeah, but it’s okay,” Tara said. “I think he thinks you literally just realized what we were doing and ran into the bathroom really quick. But I know you.” I blushed again and smiled. “You like to watch.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept smiling and looked down at my bath water. Tara looked down at the bathroom floor and saw the towel near the door. “Was that you?” she asked. I nodded again. “Well then,” she said, “I guess I might as well add to that.” She sat back on the toilet as she scooted the towel closer to her with her foot. Without bothering to get up and lift the lid and toilet seat, she opened her legs and started to spray a warm stream of pee all over the lid. It soaked the lid and then dribbled down over the edge to the floor. Some of it leaked over the rim and down into the bowl, but most of it dripped over the edge to the towel. As I watched her, I felt like I could pee a little more, so I just sighed and added warmth to my bath water. “Hey, I can see you’re enjoying your bath,” she said. “I am,” I said as I sighed and let go completely, feeling it swirl around my vagina. Her flow finally stopped, but warm pee was still dripping from the rim of the toilet as mine was easing to an end. “What have we done to ourselves?” she asked, still grinning. “I have no idea,” I said. “When you get out of there, let’s go back downstairs. Alan is getting some sleep, so we can still have some girls’ time.” “Sounds great,” I said. She stood up and left the bathroom, the remnants of her messy pee still all over the toilet seat and on the towel on the floor. I laughed as I finished washing off and got out quickly, wrapped a clean towel around myself, and went to join her and Jennifer back in the basement. When I got down there, Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress, laying on her back with the covers off. Tara was standing next to her. When she saw me, she put her finger to her lips and whispered, Shhhhhh. I smiled as I watched her kneel down and slide Jennifer’s panties aside as she touched her vulva. Jennifer groaned and moved just a bit. Tara and I both laughed silently as Tara continued to gently rub Jennifer. “Stop,” Jennifer mumbled, “I have to pee.” “Good morning,” Tara said, but she did not stop. Jennifer squirmed again, but she made no effort to move away or force Tara to stop. “Ohhh, that feels good, but… mmm… I’m seriously about to explode.” She spread her legs a little, allowing Tara to slip her fingers in just a little deeper. “Just tell me when,” Tara said. “Mmm hmm. Not much longer. Ohh… keep doing that.” Tara obeyed and slipped her fingers in just a little deeper, curving them and focusing on the upper part of Jennifer’s vulva. “Oh, god, that’s so good, ohhhh… mmm…” I watched her writhe and squirm as Tara stroked her vagina, and I couldn’t help but reach under my towel and start rubbing myself. “Ohhh, it’s coming, ohh, okay…” Tara took her hand away and right away a steady stream of pee flowed from Jennifer’s pussy and sprayed all over the crotch of her panties, her inner thighs, and the mattress. “Ohhh my god it’s so warm, ohhhh.” Jennifer reached down and pulled her labia apart as she continued to pee. “Oh, oh, OHHHHHHH!” and as she peed it was obvious that Jennifer climaxed, her eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. I slipped my own fingers into my vagina and gave my clit just a few strokes before I was going to my knees as I also had a small but satisfying climax. As I knelt there, I peed a little again, feeling it tickle the inside of my thigh and dribble onto the carpet under me. “So how much longer are you girls staying?” Tara asked. We laughed.
  12. wetwulf

    Girl's Night 7

    We finally decided to turn in for the night, and we had only been asleep for maybe an hour so when I was woken up by moaning. I sat up and looked around. Because of a nightlight that was plugged into the wall next to the basement steps, I could make out most of the room. I saw Tara just barely moving around on the couch. Her eyes were closed, so she must have been having a dream. I watched her as she lay still for a moment and then moaned again and moved just a little bit, then stopped again. Her lips were parted, and her breath was a mix of soft with small gasps when she moved. I watched curiously. “I jus…” she mumbled, and then moved and gasped again. “Oh, I can’t hold it.” Then I heard the unmistakable dribbling sound and could see the shiny sparkle of her pee as she sighed and soaked the couch cushion under her. “Mmm, I’m peeing,” she said, her eyes still closed. “Don’t stop, ohh, yes.” Her flow continued, and I watched as she peed full force, drenching the couch again. I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching Tara as she squirmed and moaned again while still dribbling pee into the couch. Still sitting up, I spread my legs just enough and reached under the covers to rub my slit. As Tara’s flow came to an end, I could already feel my orgasm getting closer. “That felt good,” Tara said, her eyes still closed. “You should do it, too.” I started trying to imagine what she must be dreaming about, and the image ran through my mind of her with another girl maybe licking her pussy or rubbing her as she peed. “Yeah, like that,” she said. I imagined the other girl knelt on all fours over Tara’s pussy, still licking but opening her own legs to let her pee fall freely to the floor. As my climax swept over me I let go of my bladder and sprayed a messy spray of pee all over my fingers, the blanket, and the mattress. I bit my lip to keep from screaming because I didn’t want to wake Tara or Jennifer as my warm flow soaked my legs and the mattress and crept under me and up my back. I finally finished and flopped back onto the mattress, enjoying the last few dribbles as they warmed my crotch and I drifted back to sleep. I was woken up again to the feeling of someone crawling onto the mattress next to me. I was startled at first until I realized it was Jennifer. She noticed she had woken me and smiled. “Sorry,” she said, rolling over onto her side to face me. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but can’t let you have all the fun.” In my grogginess I wasn’t sure what she meant until seconds later I heard a soft hissing sound. And then I could feel just light pricks of wetness as she peed and her warm pee splashed onto the mattress and all over her legs. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Scoot over here,” I said. I was surprised when she smiled, cut off her flow, and scooted closer to me, her knee and upper thigh touching my leg. Then she sighed and continued peeing, and I could really feel it now dribbling onto the mattress, splashing my leg and flowing around my butt and lower thigh. Then she surprised me again as I felt her finger gently caress my labia and then slip into my slit. “I might pee,” I said. She smiled and did not stop rubbing. I took that as a sign that she didn’t care, so I relaxed and let go. The sensation of her fingers gently caressing me and the warm dribble of my pee combined with her waning flow dripping from her crotch to the mattress was enough to have me moaning in no time until I was bucking my hips and biting my lips to hold back a scream. I looked over at her, and she was rubbing herself with her other hand, also, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. After we both finished, Jennifer made no effort to get up, and I didn’t make her. We were soon drifting off to sleep. I had an unexpected dream after that. I was back at the beach house at Hilton Head, and my mom was there, too, with Evan. In my dream, I’m standing out on the balcony, naked, spraying my pee off the deck when Evan steps up behind me. He grabs me gently by the shoulders and turns me around. I’m still peeing but down my legs now. Evan is also naked and fully erect. I see my mom behind him, smiling, naked as well. “It’s okay,” she says. Evan groans and a stream of hot pee sprays out of his big dick, all over my tummy, and dribbles down to join my own flow from my slit down my legs. Then he moves forward, and he is quickly inside of me. “He feels so good, doesn’t he?” my mom says. I only moan in reply, but I can see her behind him as she squats on the deck and blasts a strong stream of pee all over the wood, making a big stain and laughing as she watches us. Evan pulls out of me, turns me around, and enters me again from behind. “Go ahead and pee,” my mom says. “You know you want to.” I lean back into him and start peeing again, letting it dribble down my legs and his cock. He groans and I swear even though it’s a dream I can feel him just fill me up with his semen and I finally break my silence and call out. Which woke me up. I sat up and looked around the room. Sunlight was creeping from the upstairs to the bottom of the basement stairway. Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress next to me. I looked over at the couch where Tara had been, but it was empty. I could see now how badly she had soaked her couch. Only a few spots of the upper part resembled the original color. The rest was darkened by her many wettings. Confused by her absence, though, I tried to listen for any sounds upstairs, and I thought I heard moaning. I closed my eyes and shook my head thinking maybe it was my dream still hanging on, but when I opened them the sound continued. I stood up and Jennifer stirred a little as she rolled over on her stomach, but she did not wake up. I heard a hissing and burbling sound and knew she was wetting the mattress again. The moaning continued, and I walked to the steps to listen more closely. Right away I recognized the moaning as Tara’s, so I crept up the steps and into the upper room, which was the front room of her house. I still did not see her, but the sound was getting louder. I followed it, but quietly, until I could see down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was open and I could see Tara laying on her back on the floor and her husband between her legs, his ass on full display as he pounded her. They didn’t see me, even though I lingered and watched. I couldn’t help it as I felt my pussy getting wet again, just hearing her cries of pleasure and watching him hump her with such eagerness. He stopped, though, and moved beside her onto his back. She climbed onto him and reached down to guide him back into her, moaning again. Feeling bold, I took a few steps down the hallway. Tara’s back was to me, and her husband couldn’t seem me at all because she was blocking his view. So all I had to do was be quiet and they might never know I was there. Tara arched her back and leaned back onto her hands as she lifted her pelvis and rode him. He moaned, now, adding to her sounds of pleasure. Then she sat back up, placing her hands on his chest and raising her ass up and down slowly. Then she was saying something, and I couldn’t make it out perfectly, but it sounded like, “Do you want me to do it?” I heard his answer perfectly. “Yes,” he said. “Are you sure?” she asked. “My god, yes,” he said. “Okay,” she said. I crept a little closer to get a better look and snuck into the bathroom doorway. I peeked my head out and I watched as Tara lifted her butt just enough that I could see his penis beneath her, the tip of it still right at her vagina. Then she sighed and a clear flow of pee fell from between her legs and splashed all over his penis, testicles, and thighs and dribbled to the floor. “Ohhh, my god I’ve been holding that for so long. Ohhhh.” Her flow became a strong spray that I could see splashing messily from her slit and all over his stomach and groin. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back down onto him, even though she was still peeing. I touched my labia and slipped my fingers into my soaking slit as I watched them. I also realized I had not yet emptied my morning bladder, but I stood there and continued to watch them. This time she laid her entire body over him, still writhing her hips and ass. I could see his penis as he moved in and out of her, wet with her pee. He grabbed her ass and controlled her thrusts and soon they were both crying out “Oh, I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna come,” he yelled as he ejaculated into her and she screamed her pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, either, and I climaxed quietly and secretly as I watched them. I also couldn’t hold my bladder anymore, so I held my legs together and let it flow just as quietly as my orgasm, down my legs and to the tile floor under my feet. It pooled around me and I moaned again as I had another weaker but still pleasurable orgasm. I heard their bedroom door shut, so I shut the bathroom door, found a towel to soak up my mess on the floor, and decided to take a bath. I wondered if they had seen me. A part of me hoped they had.
  13. wetwulf

    Girls' Night 4

    “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."
  14. WetKecks

    Chloe - Part Two

    It was typical of Tamsin to skip out of supervising the builders, again, to go fucking - sorry, exercising. But Tamara didn't see it as a chore to take time off in order to stare at sweaty men all day. Plus today was The Day as the finishing touches were to be completed by about lunch. Leaving her the entire afternoon to play by, or rather with, herself. The couple had made the decision to convert the study into a playroom because when they did work from home it was inevitably curled up on the living room couch. Six months of planning whilst nuzzled in bed together had gone into today - which inevitably lead to other kinds of nuzzling before breathlessly cumming in each other's arms. Having fed the crew and hustled them out under several knowing leers Tamara now stood before The Door. Her nipples had been so hard all morning - something else not unnoticed judging by the hot stares of the workmen, which didn't help her obvious arousal. Now her generous boobs were aching from being ignored and she had to forcibly stop her hand from teasing them... she wanted to see their creation first. She opened the door... The floor had been sunken, and padded, and heated. It was basically one giant shower cubicle with a bench along the opposite wall. But the focus of the space was a raised circular knee-high platform in the centre which had a shallow bowl as its top surface. One entire wall was a mirror and touch display with several pairs of small cameras behind it. The opposite wall had a 100 inch LED screen that could show the live view from any of the cameras while recording everything in glorious 3D for later. Tamara slowly removed her thick socks and gently stepped down to the warm, rubber coated memory foam and sighed as it moulded around her toes. Reality was way better than their fantasy ever was. She fired up the cameras and looked around herself with a wicked smile. Where to begin? She swayed over to the bowl and watched herself as she knelt in the centre. Her hands slowly gliding up her waist to grip her needy tits in both hands and squeeze them firmly. They gratefully sent a zing straight to her pussy which had been steadily leaking juices into her tight rubber panties all morning. Now she was alone she finally allowed a small burst of piss to escape her. It swirled around a little with the involuntary rolling of her hips before leaking out around her firm arse cheeks to darken her pale blue leggings with warmth. Another, longer burst ballooned the front of her crotch and caressed her pussy-lips. Her left hand pushed the bulge back down and her thighs mysteriously became wet. She looked down and admired the puddle between her knees before laying fully out and slowly lowering her breasts as they strained the front of her tee-shirt into her liquid. The very instant her nipples touched the surface her puss twitched, drawing a small squeak from her. She dipped her head and slurped up a small taste. Making sure to gaze directly into one of the lenses as she did so. This was a performance for her wife, after all. Rolling over a few times and moving her hands all over her body ensured that her clothes mopped up as much as possible. Tamara then gracefully stood and slowly pirouetted before peeling her now sodden clothes from her figure as sexily as she could. All the time imagining the look on her wife's face when she showed her the recording. Now with nothing but the rubber boy-shorts to go she leaned forward and shook her tits for the camera before straightening and filling her pants again with more pee. Turning round to present her curvy bum she bent over and grabbed her ankles, the motion forcing the fresh piss out and down the back of her thighs to make a new puddle. Sliding her hands back up her legs she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and ever so slowly drew the black panties down to her feet and daintily stepped out of them. Turning again to face her reflection Tamara admired the way her dark, wet curls clung to her impressive, gravity defying rack. No silicone here. She pinched and rolled their tips as she pissed herself again holding her knees tight together. Sinking down to sit in her collected fluid she gathered some in cupped hands and poured it over her head, her face and both breasts before drinking again and savouring her unique flavour, wishing it was Tamsin's. Lying back Tamara raised her feet in the air and parted her legs, opening herself fully in order to display her charms. Her hands glided inwards up and down her wet thighs, teasing herself some more. When finally her fingers met she separated her lips and forced the last of her bladder out, arcing through the air to splatter the mirror first before angling her hips up to direct the stream over her face and into her mouth. Her head was spinning from the taste and the need to cum hard so she wasted no more time and began masturbating herself furiously with one hand while her other hand rubbed, pulled and squeezed her boobs roughly. The only sound was her heaving gasps and the lapping of piss against her rhythmically quaking butt cheeks as her fingers flew in and out of her quivering cunt faster and faster. Her pussy lube was flowing freely now and dripping down to mix an exotic cocktail with her sunshine yellow urine. She was so close, closer, and now on the very crest of a porno worthy finish when the door opened to reveal.....
  15. WetKecks

    Chloe - Part One

    Tamsin was getting a bit bored with her gym session by now. She'd been working hard while checking out the firm bodies of the sweaty boys. Not to mention quite a few of the other girls as well. She paused to take a big gulp from her water bottle. And to stare quite openly at the wildly flopping crotch of the man on the treadmill facing her, telling her that he wasn't wearing any pants under his gym shorts. Now, it’s true you need to drink a lot during exercise but nobody ever seemed to notice that she always drank far more than necessary. All of the eye candy, coupled with her wonderfully dirty imagination had made her pussy so wet that she was starting to slide around in her panties as she moved, and the extra water meant that the full feeling in her bladder she’d been enjoying for the last twenty minutes was beginning to crest. She wouldn't be able to hold on for that much longer so she finished her current set and walked out to the changing rooms. She forced herself to slow down her step and, keeping her legs tight together, savoured the sensation of her slipperiness. She stopped at the mirrored wall of the gym and briefly admired the perky figure honed by these twice-weekly sessions reflecting back to her before she almost flooded the floor with her pent up pee. She just about managed to control herself and only lost a few drips to her panties then, when she was certain she’d make it, continued out. Once safely secluded within one of the cubicles Tamsin rubbed the palm of her hand over her crotch, moving her Lycra shorts in small circles designed to spread her cream further out from its source. She was so horny by this point that the motion instantly hardened her nipples. So her other hand grazed over them, triggering her first orgasm and causing her to slide down the wall in delicious convulsions. Once she’d calmed down, enjoying the aftershocks as she gently kneaded her modest breasts; she crossed her legs and finally succumbed to her body’s demands to release some of her now insistent piss. It pooled in her crotch and before she could control her flow, some escaped by following the waistband of her tight lacy panties to flow over her hips and under her bum. She reverently dipped two fingers into her makeshift urinal font and wiped them over her face, returning twice more to scoop some over each of her boobs in turn and then finished by slurping some from the palm of her hand. She was ready to cum again from the slightly sweet flavour of her own pee but forced herself to wait. She opened her thighs and luxuriated in the feeling of it trickling over her pussylips, adding a bit more at a time, having fun trying to stop herself until the piddle puddle on the floor was big enough to roll around in for a short while. Then she got somewhat unsteadily to her feet, massaged her pissy clothes all over herself before finally stripping off, and ever so slowly peeled her sodden knickers from her firm bottom. She wrung everything out over herself, watching her yellow fluid dripping from the tips of her still hard nipples and landing on her stomach to flow through her untamed bush. Then she balled up her gear and sealed it all up in a plastic bag for laundering when she got home. Following a fast rinse under the shower Tamsin dressed in her one size too small swimsuit to have some more fun in the centre’s pool. She hadn’t dried herself and so couldn’t resist releasing another warm spurt into her suit while it wouldn’t be noticed which, because it was so tight over her crotch, went up into her bush before trickling in rivulets down the inside of her long legs and covering her bare toes. She wiggled them, splashing her piss over her feet before leaving to lock up her gym bag, gulp down the second half of her water bottle to ‘top off her tank’ and head out, leaving wet footprints behind her. With her eyes half-lidded and a sway to her step she made a slow circuit of the pool area, taking in the views and making certain everyone got a good look at her body. Stopping by the deep end, she dove into the water and swam a few laps. She liked to use more than one style but it pleased her to finish with the breaststroke because of the name. Slightly out of breath, she stopped by the edge and lay back against it, her tits far enough out of the water that the wave action repeatedly splashed over and excited her nipples. Looking around, trying to decide whom she would fuck today she lazily scissored her legs, which gently stimulated her hungry clit and pushed her a little closer to her next orgasm. She peed again, into the water, exited by the thought of sharing her liquid with all the men and women around her. Then she spotted him. He wasn’t much to look at, a teenager still growing out of his baby fat. However, she could see the man he would become starting to develop. What made her breath hitch with lust were the drips falling from his shorts as he entered from the changing rooms whilst the rest of him was suspiciously dry! He walked down the steps into the water and began to swim. She surreptitiously adjusted her suit to one side of her puss, pushed off, and set herself on a deliberate collision course. They were approaching each other at a slight angle and she sped up her stroke so that the oblivious teen swung his arm up, over and the palm of his hand landed smack across her partially exposed arse cheek. Perfect! He exploded out of the water in panic, apologising profusely while she calmly took in his features. Eighteen would be her guess – ‘young, dumb and full of cum’ as they say. She smiled disarmingly as she steadied him in the water. “No harm done, entirely my fault.” She admitted. “Did you enjoy it?” “Enjoy what? Accidentally groping you?” She grinned at that. This one was going to be fun. “Well, that too. No, I meant your…” She searched for the right way to put it. “…pre-soaked trunks.” His eyes widened in shock at his being caught out and he stammered a denial. Tamsin shushed him by putting a finger to his lips, taking his hand in hers, and holding it between her thighs. Shock turned to astonishment as he felt first her naked pussy and then the temperature of the water around his hand increase while she leant towards his ear and whispered. ”I like doing it too. I’m Tamsin. Would you like to fuck me?” She gently nipped his earlobe and continued. “I’d love to taste your piss.” She squeezed his growing cock through his trunks, and then her hand snaked past his waistband and began to stroke him firmly. Her nails grazed his heavy balls on each down stroke as her hand sped up. “Does that feel nice?” She asked, pushing down his foreskin to tickle the tip. All he could do was nod as she coaxed him to the edge with long practiced ease. Just as he began to twitch in her palm the highly qualified cock-hound paused in her ministrations and looked around – nobody was paying them the slightest attention. She locked eyes with her current prey and told him, “I’d better finish you off before we go, there’s no way we’ll make it out of here with that weapon stretching out your trunks.” She sighed as if put out by her turning him on, “Keep a lookout.” With that admonition, she took a deep breath, making her breasts strain out against the confines of her swimsuit and vanished beneath the surface. In the same motion, she pulled his trunks down, releasing his cock to bob in the water to the rapid beat of his pulse and swallowed the entire length before retreating until only his swollen bell-end was still in her mouth. Her hand firmly tugged and massaged his ball sack while she sucked hard. She wasn’t under for very long before she received four long squirts of thick, creamy cum. She managed to swallow most of it but some escaped her lips to drift in the water before falling captive to the shoulder-length blonde hair surrounding her head like a nimbus. “That was lovely,” she gasped as she came up for air. “I’ve never tasted cum like yours before. I think I’ll keep you.” “P-pineapples,” was all he could manage. “I read somewhere it can improve the flavour, so…” he shrugged. “Well, it works.” She replied as she palmed his buttocks, stroking and squeezing them rhythmically. His arms were around her by now as well, pulling their bodies together and crushing her chest against his. His fingers traced designs up and down her spine making her shiver delightedly in his embrace. There was just the one problem – he wasn’t going soft. It was probably her own fault, she mused. Because they were so close together, his dick was between her legs and she was rubbing her swollen clit along it unconsciously. So she made a decision. She swung her hips back and wriggled a bit until she’d lined him up correctly, then pushed forward slowly in order to savour his girth until she came to a halt when her pleasantly stretched out pussylips reached his balls. She pulled up his trunks so what they were up to wasn’t so obvious and said, “Come on big boy, you know what to do.” He began to thrust gently inside her deliberately tight crevice; she made a point to exercise all her muscle groups. He was half-scared his luck would run out and she’d change her mind. She drew in a gasp of sudden pleasure but stopped him. He looked crestfallen and made to withdraw but she gripped him with her pussy, stopping him again and pulled his full length back into her. She kissed him then – softly, and spoke again. “You misunderstand; first I want you to fill me up some more. You know… like this.” He felt his balls get hot and a sudden current tickle his pubes as she peed on him again. He got the message and released his own piss deep inside her. She kissed him again much harder now and when she was full of his golden liquid, she began to fuck him, creating a faint yellow cloud around their hips as, trying to keep quiet; they rode their second orgasm together. She held him in until his penis finally stopped twitching, signalling that his balls had finished emptying themselves again and slid herself off him when he finally softened. She tucked him back inside his trunks and swam away. He watched her go, marvelling at his good fortune at getting off with such a hot, older woman when she stopped and looked back over her shoulder. She beckoned him over and admonished him, “What made you think I was finished with you? We haven’t drunk from each other yet. And you’ve got to eat your cum out of me. Come along now.” She snuck him into the women’s changing rooms and shoved him inside one of the cubicles. She leant back against one wall, peeled her costume down to her tiny waist, and her tits bounced free. His eyes widened as he stared at them and she grinned at the power they still had to mesmerise. She directed his hands to her chest and spoke only one word – “Kneel.” With his arms up as if in surrender and her bullet-hard nipples poking into his palms, his face was level with her crotch. Her hands on the back of his head pulled him into her and he began chewing on her steaming hot twat through the cloth. She quickly pulled her suit off entirely before thrusting her furry pussy back on his face. He stuck his tongue as far as he could past her lips and sucked hard on her clit, which made her legs tighten around his head, and she squealed as she squirted a little in his mouth, followed by a longer squirt of her wee. He slurped both up hungrily as she shook. “Stop,” she commanded and pushed his head away from her crotch. “It’s my turn.” They switched places and she knelt reverently at his feet. His length was hard again and twitching over her upturned face. Even though he now had the superior position, they both knew who was in control here. “I’m thirsty,” she pouted. “Do you have anything for me to drink?” He moaned and the tip of his cock began to dribble over her forehead, she quickly leaned back so his flow fell across her tongue instead. Each time her mouth filled up with piss she swallowed, and each gulp meant he was spraying over her chin, down her neck and over her breasts before splashing on her thighs where her hands rubbed his golden nectar all over her body. Once he’d finished, Tamsin was a glistening vision below him. Moreover, when her warm, pissy mouth slowly inhaled his wet cock it only took her a few hard sucks before he gave her something else to drink. With a drip of pineapple flavoured cum sliding down her chin she rose to her feet and, closing the distance so their wet naked bodies were touching she gently kissed him, feeding back some of his issue before swallowing again. Then she turned the shower on for them both and he rinsed his trunks before she threw him out of the cubicle. As he left to get dressed himself, he asked tentatively if he could see her again sometime. To which she replied, “I expect you to be here tomorrow at noon. My wife and I will be hungry for a pineapple lunch.”
  16. 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."