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  1. 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.
  2. Janice woke up to the sounds of her sister stirring in the bunk above her. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, cursing the sunlight peeking through the blinds. She could just barely see her sister Tammy’s legs hanging over the edge of the top bunk. A few seconds later she heard the expected sigh and then a clear stream of her sister’s pee dribbled down to the carpet below. Janice giggled. This was a common thing, but she was always amused by her sister’s various ways of relieving herself first thing in the morning. Janice snuggled deeper into her bed, pulling the covers over her and up to her neck. She really didn’t want to get up yet, but she continued to watch Tammy’s stream splash down to the dark carpet, making a very audible splashing sound. What was also audible were Tammy’s moans, and the messiness with which the stream fell made Janice think her sister was probably masturbating, as well. Janice reached beneath the covers and removed her panties, smiling as she did so. She rolled over on her side and scooted her bottom back until she could feel the cold of her bedroom wall against her cheeks. She smiled again and closed her eyes as she sighed and emptied her bladder, enjoying the soft hiss as her morning pee sprayed out of her and all over her inner thighs and her bedroom wall. She could hear it running down the wall to the carpet under her bed. She licked her lips and slid her hand between her legs as she continued to pee. It only took a few light strokes of her slit before she was moaning, and soon a small orgasm overtook her. Wetting had been a common thing for the girls since they were kids. Their parents were laid back about pretty much everything, including nudity, sex, and obviously peeing. Her parents were unfortunately deceased after a drunk driver ended their life in a devastating crash just a few years ago. It was still a painful memory, but most of the trauma was over and done. Now, Janice, Tammy and Tammy’s twin brother Tommy lived together in their parents’ house, mostly because no will had been left, and they did not want to sell it. So rather than fight over who would live in it, since they were all three single without any kids they decided to share it. Janice’s parents were wealthy and the house itself was 2 ½ floors with a full basement, as well. Janice could remember the earliest days of their wettings in which there was no dry room in the house. She could vividly remember her mother kneeling down beside her in the living room as a warm jet of pee sprayed out of her and onto the carpeted floor, or her mother standing in the kitchen cooking dinner as a clear stream snaked down her slender legs, making a puddle at her feet. When Janice had to go, her mother would say, “Well, go on,” and allow her to squat right where she was. A few times her mother also wet her pants, rarely saying anything before sighing and making a dark stain in her crotch. Janice would soon replicate her mother’s actions and soak her pants, as well, enjoying the soothing warmth that collected between her legs. As she got a little older, while shopping with her mother she almost squatted right in the middle of the aisle and her mother had to remind her that their peeing was only to be done around the house and not out in public. Her father would be a little more modest around her and would maybe step away or turn around, but Janice could still see or hear the tell-tale stream. This changed, though, after the twins were born and her father finally had a son. Soon, he was teaching his little boy subtle but effective ways to relieve himself in the house. Janice would often walk by her little brother and see him relieving himself all over his bedroom wall or peeing on the carpet in the corner of his room. Her little sister, Tammy, would join her and her mother as they squatted in the hallway or let their pee dribble down their legs or soak their pants. These habits continued into young adulthood. There were some struggles, of course, like friends who were grossed out, rumors that floated around school, but Janice and her siblings didn’t mind. The most common story was their wealth, and this often made it easier to make friends in spite of the rumors. Janice even recalled a few friends over the years who were into it and joined them as they wet themselves. There were even a few sexual encounters that included wetting, as well. After dozing back off for a few minutes, Janice could hear Tammy moving again and she watched her crawl down the ladder leading from the top bunk. “Hey sis,” Tammy said. “Good morning,” Janice said. She had scooted back into the bed, and as she talked to her sister she felt a little more pee seep from her bare bottom and to the mattress under her. “What are you getting into today?” Tammy asked. “I don’t know. I need to make some phone calls for work, and then my friend Susan is coming over.” “Boring,” Tammy said. Janice laughed. “Well, what did you have in mind?” Janice asked. “I don’t know. I was thinking we could go for a drive, and then maybe we can invite some people over for a party later?” “A drive where?” “Anywhere,” Tammy said. “I’m bored.” Even though she was 22, Tammy was still childish in a lot of ways. It was cute most of the time but could also be annoying. “Let’s go make breakfast,” she said. “I’m thinking pancakes!” She tapped Janice’s foot. “Come on, sleepyhead, let’s go!” Janice sat up and got out of bed, not bothering to put her panties back on. As she stepped out into the hallway, she spotted her brother Tommy, who was facing away from them and clearly relieving himself onto the wall. His head was lifted in an obvious gesture of relief, and although they could not see his dick they could definitely see and hear the strong stream that flowed from him and sprayed the hallway wall. “Good morning, Tommy!” Tammy yelled. He mumbled his reply as the girls continued down the hall to the steps. Janice paused at the top of the steps as she had a vivid memory of her mother sitting at the top step, skirt lifted and legs parted, soaking her panties. Janice remembered being fascinated by the dark stain that started at her mother’s panties and flowed down the carpeted steps. “You okay?” Tammy asked. “Yeah,” Janice said. “Just remembering Mom again.” “Good memories?” Tammy asked. “Of course,” Janice said, smiling. She followed her sister down the steps and to the kitchen. They worked together to make breakfast, talking about minor things such as school and work, but then Tammy changed the subject. “What were you remembering?” Tammy asked. “About Mom?” Janice smiled. “I was remembering a time she pissed down the stairs,” she said. “She did that a lot,” Tammy said. “Dad did it, too.” Janice chuckled as she remembered. As she flipped a pancake on the skillet, Tommy walked into the kitchen. “Morning,” Janice said. “Yes, it is,” he said, smiling. He walked across the kitchen and joined Tammy at the table. Janice turned back to the pancakes and soon felt a slight urge in her bladder again. She relaxed as a few small dribbles trickled quietly down her legs. Her siblings didn’t seem to notice as they started talking about some television show. When Janice finished peeing, she dropped a dish towel on the floor and wiped up her small puddle. Janice smiled as she had another flash of memory of her mother walking around the house in a short nightgown and no panties, much like Janice was now, until she would stop, smile, and spray warm urine down her legs. “Are those pancakes almost done?” Tommy asked, bringing Janice back to the present. She laughed and scooped the pancakes off the skillet and onto a plate. She carried the plate to the table, and as soon as she sat it down her brother and sister both forked a few pancakes onto their own plates. After a playful reach for the syrup, Tommy nabbed it and slathered some all over his pancakes then handed the bottle to Tammy. Tammy stuck her tongue out at him. Janice joined them and forked a couple onto her plate, as well. They were eating quietly before Tammy scooted back in her chair. Seconds later they could all hear the tell-tale hiss and dripping sounds as she emptied her bladder and let it drip to the kitchen floor. Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “What?” Tammy said. “I had to go.” “You know Janice has a friend coming over. That means we’ll have to behave.” “Well, I was going to keep her in the guest room, which is still clean. So as long as you all don’t pee there, I think we’re okay.” “Orrrrrr,” Tammy said, “you could tell your friend, and then it’s not a problem.” Janice laughed. “Yeah, I could do that, but we haven’t been friends long, and I’m not sure how she’d react. She’s a friend from work, so I’d rather not have her running off and telling all my other coworkers that we openly piss all over our house.” “Whatever,” Tammy said. “Guess I’ll get it out of my system now, then,” Tommy said. He reached under the table and fumbled with his boxer shorts. Janice noticed that he was taking his penis out of the front of them. This was not the first time she had seen her brother’s penis, and thank goodness it never excited her the way any of her lovers’ had. Not that it was bad looking, but it was her brother’s penis. He sighed and they could hear his warm pee splashing up, back down onto his lap and onto the kitchen floor. Tammy peeked and then giggled. For a while Janice had suspected that Tammy was more attracted to her twin brother than she admitted, but she never brought it up. “Wow, that feels good,” he said. “Well,” Janice said, “I need to make some phone calls, and I need to get things ready for her. Can you two clean up?” They both groaned but agreed. Janice rinsed her plate off, set it in the sink, and walked out.
  3. Disclaimer: The following story contains a scene of unprotected sex. If this does not appeal to you, please do not read any further. The characters in this story are all consenting adults with the ability to make responsible judgements. Unless you know your partner well, always be safe. After dropping some towels in the hallway floor, the girls returned to the front room of the house while Tommy went to his room to get dressed. Susan had taken her wet panties off and pulled her jeans up without them to go commando. She also had been quiet since the three of them had pissed in the hallway. Janice wasn’t sure if it was because of the peeing or because her brother had come out of the bathroom to catch them in the act. “I’m so sorry about that,” Janice said. “I can understand if you never want to come back here again.” “Oh, no, no,” Susan said. “It’s really okay. It was just… awkward. But funny, you know?” “I do,” Janice said. “Was that your first time ever having to do anything like that?” Tammy asked. Janice glared at her again, but again it was too late to go back. Janice looked at Susan. “You don’t have to answer that,” she said. “No, it’s okay,” Susan said. “And no, not really. I mean I’ve never peed on the floor like that. When I was pregnant my bladder was pretty weak. I think there were a few times I had to go, but my husband was in the bathroom, so I had to go outside or find a bucket in the garage or something to pee in. And I’ve used our kitchen sink.” “Which is why you were willing to use ours,” Tammy said. “Exactly,” Susan said. Tammy looked over at Janice and grinned. Janice gave her a look that said What are you up to? “What if I told you that I do that kind of thing all the time?” Tammy said. Janice’s face flushed again and she closed her eyes for a moment, anticipating the worst. “What do you mean? Like… you pee yourself?” “I do,” Tammy said. “Here in the house?” Susan asked. Janice was surprised by the obvious curiosity in Susan’s voice. “Sometimes, yes,” Tammy said. “And sometimes while I’m out. It’s just more convenient sometimes than looking for a bathroom.” “But,” Susan said, “don’t you worry about the mess or about getting caught?” “No,” Tammy said. “Messes can be cleaned, and when I go out I’m either really good at finding a place to go or I wear something that makes it easier.” “Like a skirt?” Susan asked. “Yes,” Tammy said, “and occasionally black plants or shorts if I want to wet myself, something that doesn’t show.” “You wet yourself?” Susan asked. “Why?” “Because it feels really good. Have you never wet yourself?” “Maybe when I was a kid, and I had a few close calls when I was pregnant but never a full wetting. You actually like it?” “I do,” Tammy said. “It’s so warm around my vagina, and if I pee hard enough sometimes it tickles my clit.” “Ooookay, that’s enough,” Janice said. “I’m sorry, Susan, my sister is really forward. She has no filter.” “It’s okay, Janice, really,” Susan said. “So you’re not grossed out by this?” Janice asked. “No, not at all. I mean it’s a little strange, but no I’m not grossed out.” “Well that’s good,” Tammy said, “because Janice does it, too.” Janice’s face reddened and she started at Tammy. That was it. It was over now, for sure. “You do?” Susan said. Janice looked down at the floor. “Yes, I do,” she said. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone at work about it.” “Honey, I just pissed in your hallway floor.” Susan said. “I’m not telling anyone at work about this.” Janice smiled. “Thank you.” Susan returned the smile, and then she peered down the hallway. “I know this sounds crazy, but I need to pee again. Is it okay if I just use your bathroom this time?” They laughed and Susan stood up and walked down the hall. Once she rounded the corner, Susan turned to see if Janice or Tammy could see her. Luckily, once she reached the bathroom the hallway turned and you could only see from the living room if you were deliberately turning your head to look down the hallway. Neither Janice or Tammy seemed to be doing that. She looked down at the towels that were spread on the floor over the mess they had made, and something tingled inside of her. She knew that feeling well as she had masturbated almost every day since her husband left her but had unfortunately not had another man’s penis inside her since her husband. She stepped further down the hall and leaned back against the wall behind a small table that held knick-knacks and pictures of the family. Susan unfastened her jeans and took one last look down the hall. She was still alone, so she slid her hand into her jeans to feel her wet slit. She rubbed her clitoris gently and closed her eyes in pleasure. She could feel her bladder getting ready to let go, so she stopped rubbing. She was about to take her jeans down when she thought about what Tammy had said about wetting herself and how good it felt. Susan looked at the crotch of her jeans. They were a little damp from the squirt earlier. She decided What the hell as she leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. A gentle trickle started in her pants and she gasped. When she opened her eyes again, Tommy was standing to her left watching her. He had gotten dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a polo and he was gazing at her, his eyes wide with obvious desire. She stopped her flow as best she could, but a little continued to dribble into her pants. “Can I watch you?” he asked. “You’re so beautiful.” His voice was husky but gentle. Susan looked at him, his muscular frame obvious beneath the polo. She nodded and he stepped closer. “Please continue,” he said. Susan managed a smile as she leaned back against the wall. She didn’t know if she could pee with him watching, but she knew she wanted to try. She closed her eyes and was surprised when her warm flow returned, and she was soon dribbling into her jeans again. She gasped as it warmed her crotch and flowed steadily down her legs, clinging to the fabric of her jeans. She opened her eyes and watched the stain in her jeans as it spread all the way down her legs as small droplets fell to the carpet. She looked at Tommy who was still watching her, not smiling but staring. She knew he wanted her, just as much as she knew she wanted him. In a moment of lust, Susan reached for him and pulled him to her. She pressed her lips against his and he returned the kiss. She reached for his shorts and unsnapped them. At the same time, he was tugging her jeans down to her ankles. He stepped back for a moment to look at her, then he pressed his body close to her. She slid his penis out of his boxers. He leaned back just a bit and looked into her eyes. “Do you want me to get a condom?” he asked. “No,” she said. After her second child, Susan had had a partial hysterectomy and could no longer get pregnant , and she was hoping she could trust her friend's brother to be clean. Then he kissed her again and soon his penis was sliding against her wet slit. She moaned and moved her hips. He had to bend his knees a bit, but then he lifted her and pressed her against the wall as he entered her. She gasped as he thrust in and out of her, kissing her neck and shoulders as he did. Soon she was panting and as she climaxed he groaned, and she could feel him ejaculate inside of her. He kissed her again and they both panted as he pulled out of her and stood against the wall next to her. “That was amazing,” he said. “We should do it again sometime.” Susan laughed. “Maybe we will.” She pulled her jeans back up and looked at him, smiling. He winked at her. “So you around, then.” “Yeah, see you around.” Susan walked back to the front room where Janice and Tammy were both staring at her, smiling. “What?” Susan said. “You just fucked my brother, didn’t you?” Tammy asked. Susan could not hide her red face. Tammy slapped the table and laughed loudly. Janice joined her. Susan was confused. “I’m sorry, Susan,” Janice said. “My brother has slept with almost every single one of my friends, and some of Tammy’s friends. As soon as you walked out of here, Tammy said, ‘If she bumps into Tommy he’s going to try to fuck her.’ Turns out she was right.” Susan smiled. "Oh, don't worry. He hasn't been with anyone for a while, and he's had checkups. How was it?” “It was really nice,” Susan said. “So, will you be visiting us again?” Tammy asked. “Absolutely,” Susan said.
  4. Author's Note: This is a new series that I have been working on that will take place in a fictional mountain town. Hope you enjoy it. It was a warm and sunny Sunday in the beginning of spring as three college students were making their way to Woodland Springs-a mountain town famous for its hot springs-for spring break. Driving the car was a twenty-one-year-old female named Vanessa. She was president of her university’s student council and well-liked by professors and students alike. Her brains and beauty had earned her the distinction of being the most sought-after girl on campus. Sitting in the passenger seat was twenty-year-old Daphne, who was the student council’s event chairperson. Daphne was outgoing, athletic, and for better or worse, had a tendency to speak her mind. She was also very much a tomboy, never one to be told what she could and couldn’t do because of her gender. In the backseat behind Vanessa was Daphne’s younger twin sister Misty, the vice president of the student council. Misty was a bit of a bookworm, extremely shy, and rarely ever complained or asked for help as she did not like inconveniencing people. However, Misty was also extremely beautiful, so much so that her sister Daphne had to protect her from guys who might take advantage of her shyness. While Misty certainly had a large pool of men from which to choose from, she wasn’t interested in any of them. Rather the one who had stolen her heart was none other than Vanessa. Of course being the type of girl she was, Misty found herself unable to confess her feelings and had thus opted to join the student council so as to be close to the one she loved. Daphne had merely joined the student council to keep an eye on her sister. As usual, Misty appeared to have her nose in a book, although in reality her mind was elsewhere. As she stared blankly at the pages in front of her, she thought about what had led to this little vacation. It had been the Monday before spring break was to begin, when Vanessa had first proposed the idea of heading out of town for a hot springs vacation. Vanessa had had the good fortune of winning a free weeklong trip to Woodland Springs and had offered to take Misty along with her. The original plan was that the two girls would go alone, but that changed the moment that Daphne caught wind of it. Daphne, being the overprotective sister that she was, had told Vanessa that she wouldn’t let Misty go unless she could go as well. Despite Misty’s objections, Vanessa accepted Daphne’s terms and allowed her to come along. Misty couldn’t help but sigh as she thought about the missed opportunities she could have had by being alone with Vanessa. “Stupid overprotective sister,” she mumbled to herself. “I heard that,” said Daphne as she looked back at her sister. “How can you expect to have any fun if you spend all your time pouting?” “I’m not pouting,” replied Misty, “I just don’t see why you felt the need to butt in on our plans.” “Settle down you two,” said Vanessa. “This is supposed to be a fun little getaway. Let’s just relax and try to make the best of it.” Despite her calm tone, Vanessa was fairly pissed. The truth was that Vanessa was attracted to Misty and had wanted to use the time alone together to try and start a relationship with her. Vanessa had gone to great lengths to keep her feeling for Misty a secret, and yet Daphne had somehow figured out not only her secret but her true intentions for the trip as well. In fact, Daphne and secretly threatened to tell the whole student body unless Vanessa took her along as well. She didn’t know exactly why Daphne despised her, but right now the feeling was pretty much mutual. “How long until we get to the next town?” asked Daphne. She was crossing her legs just a bit. They had been in the car for roughly four hours and she had drank about three 16oz. bottles of water from the cooler they had on the floor near the backseat. “With how bad the traffic is, I’d say maybe another hour, possibly more,” replied Vanessa as she stared at the mountain road ahead of her. “Why do you want to know? Do you need to stretch your legs or something?” “No. If it’s going to take that long can you please pull over to the side of the road? I really need to take a piss,” replied Daphne, not really caring about how unfeminine she sounded. Misty who was drinking from her fourth bottle of water did a spit take that splashed all over the back of Vanessa’s neck. “Daphne! The road is packed with cars. People will see you. Don’t you have any shame?” “Who cares. Guys pull over to the side of the road to take a leak when traffic is bad all the time. What’s the difference?” asked Daphne. “The difference is that you’re a girl. Maybe you should start acting like one,” Misty retorted. “Both of you shut up,” ordered Vanessa as she used one hand to steer the vehicle and her other hand to wipe the combination of water and spit off her neck with a napkin. She then turned to Daphne and said, “If you really need to go that bad, then I’ll pull the car over. Just don’t complain about people laughing and staring at you.” “I won’t,” promised Daphne as she mockingly ran her fingers in the shape of a cross above her heart. “Alright then, I’m pulling over.” And with that, Vanessa pulled over. As she put the car in park, Daphne got out of the car. Misty unbuckled her seatbelt, moved over to the passenger side of the car, and unrolled the window. At this point she was curious to see whether her sister would really do it or not. Looking out the window, Misty saw that beneath them was dirt and gravel dotted with a few patches of weeds. Both girls then watched as Daphne unbuckled her pants and pulled them down just below her shins. Daphne then grabbed her panties and did the same thing. She then spread her legs, leaned back while thrusting her hips forward, and placed one hand on the roof of the car while using the other hand to spread her labia. Vanessa and Misty both watched in disbelief as a torrent of golden water spewed forth from between Daphne’s legs, landing in a foamy pool in the dirt some four feet the way. “Ohhhhh god, this feels sooo goood,” moaned Daphne. As she turned her head back towards the car, she saw both girls staring at her and could tell that they were both starting to squirm a bit. “Why don’t you two come out and join me? You’ll feel a lot better.” “Thanks, but no thanks,” replied Misty. “Unlike you, I actually have a bit of decency. I’ll wait until we get to the next town.” “Suit yourself,” said Daphne as she turned her head back to what she was doing. All the while cars were slowing down a bit just to catch a glimpse of the unusual sight. “Hey Misty, can you do me a favor?” asked Vanessa as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “What do you need?” “Can you hand me one of those empty water bottles on the floor?” “Here you go,” said Misty as she handed her an empty bottle. “What do you need it for?” “Hey Misty, please don’t think any less of me for what I’m about to do.” Misty watched as Vanessa lifted herself up off the seat just enough that she could reach underneath her skirt and pull her panties down. Vanessa then removed the bottle cap and placed the bottle underneath her skirt and pressed it up against her pussy. Within seconds, the sound of water splashing against plastic filled the car. “This does feel good,” mumbled Vanessa as she released the yellow flood she had been holding in for the past two hours. She then turned her head towards Misty who by this point was staring at her in utter shock. “You sister is right you know. If you have to go you should probably do it now. Just use one of the empty bottles in the back…” There was a split-second pause. “OH SHIT! The bottle’s almost full and I can’t seem to pinch of my stream. Misty, I need you to grab another bottle and climb into the passenger’s seat. Hurry, there’s not much time.” Misty quickly grabbed a bottle, exited the car, and swung open the passenger side door, almost whacking her sister in the process. She then kneeled over on the seat to hand the empty bottle to Vanessa. “Unfortunately, I don’t think I can cut my stream off long enough to make the switch myself, you’ll need to help me. Just lift up my skirt and make the switch as quickly as you can. Please, you’re the only one I would trust to do this.” “Alright,” replied Misty as she grabbed Vanessa’s skirt and lifted it up. As she looked down, she saw that sure enough the bottle was nearly full. With one hand clenching the empty bottle, she prepped her other hand to receive the piss filled bottle. Misty only had a couple seconds to make the swap and as she exchanged the bottles, a little bit of piss spilt out of the bottle and onto her hand, but other than that small mishap, the switch went perfectly. Once Misty had the bottle of piss in her hand, she stated, “I’ll go dump this out.” She carefully backed herself out of the car, almost bumping into Daphne who by this point in time was wiping the last few drops off her legs with a napkin. As Daphne pulled up her pants and turned around, she noticed the bottle. “Is that apple juice?” she asked looking at the liquid inside the bottle. “If it is can I have some?” Before Misty could stop her, Daphne snatched the bottle away from her and took a swig. “Ewww, this is disgusting. What sort of apple juice is this?” “That’s my pee your drinking, dumbass,” yelled Vanessa as her stream petered out into drops before ceasing all together. “Shit,” screamed Daphne as she dropped the bottle, its contents spilling on the ground. “Why didn’t you stop me?” she cried as she began spitting on the ground. “Because you snatched it out of my hand before I could stop you. If you ask me you had it coming,” chuckled Misty. Misty then leaned back in the car and grabbed the second bottle from Vanessa. This one was about half-full. As Misty turned to face Daphne, she held out the bottle and teased, “Would you like to sample this one too?” “Sure,” said Daphne as she grabbed the bottle, took a swig from it, and then dumped it on the ground. Misty looked at her sister in disbelief. “You know I was only…,” but before she could finish her sentence, Daphne grabbed her face and pulled her into a kiss. As Daphne kissed her sister, she forced the swig she had taken from the bottle into Misty’s mouth before quickly pulling away. The incident happened so fast that Misty was unable to spit it out and ended up swallowing it. “Oh my god! You’re fucking disgusting,” she gagged. “And now you know how I felt,” replied Daphne as she spat on the ground once again. “Now we’re even.” Daphne then leaned next to Misty and whispered into her ear, “By the way, if it was your piss in those bottles I would have gladly drank every last drop.” “You’re a freak,” muttered Misty as she stepped back, still gagging on the aftertaste. “I was only kidding,” teased Daphne as she got back into the car. “Now let’s get this show on the road.” “Fine,” said Misty as she hopped into the backseat once more. And with that, the group was once again on the road. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Forty minutes passed and the group had hardly made any progress. Both Daphne and Vanessa were doing okay because they had been able to relieve themselves, but Misty was now in desperation hell. Desperately holding her crotch, she leaned forward and asked, “How long until we get to the next town or gas station?” “Probably another thirty minutes or so. If we’re lucky,” replied Vanessa. “Would you like me to pull over?” “No, I’m okay. I can hold it a bit longer.” “Don’t lie,” said Daphne. “We’re twins so I can tell when you’re in pain. Just admit that you need to go so we can pull over. Hell, I’ll even grab a blanket and hold it up like a curtain if you need me to.” “I already told you, I am not going to pop a squat on the side of the road while people stare at me.” “Then why don’t you use a bottle like I did?” asked Vanessa. “I mean it should be easy since you’re wearing a skirt.” “I’m not doing that either, I can wai…..” but before Misty could finish the word, she felt a small warm spurt hit her panties. It seemed her sister must have sensed it as the next thing she said was, “You just pissed yourself a little, didn’t you?” Realizing that she could not get past her sister’s sixth sense, Misty nodded her head. “Look, there is one more thing we can try. Why don’t you just put on one of your adult diapers and use that?” “I don’t wear adult diapers,” denied Misty, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Maybe not during the day but you do at night.” “Is that true?” asked Vanessa. Daphne decided to speak up before Misty could deny it any further. “It’s very much true. Now don’t get me wrong, she doesn’t wear them because she’s incontinent, rather there is another reason she wears them.” “And what it that reason?” inquired Vanessa, her face becoming a bit red herself. “Daphne please don’t,” begged Misty, but it was too late. “Misty wear’s adult diapers at night because she is such a deep sleeper that she sometimes cannot wake up in time to go to the bathroom. It’s been that way since we were little kids.” “DAPHNE!!!” screamed Misty, tears of shame and embarrassment staining her cheeks. Misty couldn’t believe that her sister could so openly embarrass her in front of the woman she loved. Burying her face in her hands, she cried out, “How could you do this to me?” Suddenly Misty felt a hand grip her knee and give it a soft but reassuring squeeze. As she looked up she saw that the hand belonged to Vanessa. “Look Misty, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re not the only one who has that problem. In fact, I was in a similar situation until I was eighteen years old.” “Really?” asked Misty as she began rubbing the tears from her eyes. “Yes,” replied Vanessa. “Now I want you to listen to me carefully. It is apparently obvious that there is no way that we can make it to a bathroom before you explode. That said, since you didn’t like the first two options, then we should probably go for the third. Honestly though I don’t care which one you pick, so long as you don’t wet the backseat of my car.” “I vote for the third option,” declared Daphne, “after all she would probably make a huge mess if she peed in a bottle.” “That’s probably true,” admitted Misty. “I guess I’ll use the diaper.” Misty then unbuckled her seat belt and reached back for her bag. She then unzipped the bag and pulled out one of the adult diapers she had so carefully tried to conceal. Misty then lifted up her skirt just enough so that she could remove her panties and replace them with the diaper. “All right. It’s on.” “Hold on a second,” ordered Vanessa. “Before you let loose, I want you to reach inside my bag, grab my swim towel and place it on the seat beneath you just in case there are any leaks.” “Got it,” said Misty as she did as she was told. A couple minutes later she was sitting on the towel, lifting her skirt above the diaper so as not to accidentally soil that as well. Minutes passed but nothing happened. The pain in her bladder became so bad that Misty resorted to pushing but still nothing came out. “What’s the hold up?” asked Daphne as she turned around. “I’m trying but it won’t come out,” whined Misty. Suddenly a sharp burst of pain slammed her bladder. Misty let out a bloodcurdling scream as she slumped forward, clenching onto her crotch for all she was worth. Misty’s scream almost caused Vanessa to lose control of the vehicle. As she corrected herself she yelled back, “Are you alright?” “It hurts. It hurts. It really hurts,” whined Misty, no longer able to straighten herself into a proper sitting position. “Just keep trying,” replied Vanessa who at this point was feeling utterly helpless. Then out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Daphne was acting strangely. Turning her head slightly, Vanessa could see that Daphne was clutching her lower abdomen, tears beginning to roll down her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel it,” sobbed Daphne. “I can feel her pain through our twin link and its bad. If something doesn’t happen soon I think her bladder might burst.” Since she was not a twin herself, Vanessa didn’t know whether twins really had a link that allowed them to feel each other’s pain, but she could tell just by their reactions that the situation was serious. “Just hold on a little longer. I’m going to try to pull over.” It took a couple minutes for her to find a place to pull over, but the moment she did, she ordered Daphne to get into the backseat with Misty and hold her up in a sitting position. Daphne did as she was told. Vanessa then climbed into the backseat with them. She then lifted up Misty’s shirt and to her shock saw that her bladder was seriously bulging. “This is not good,” she said as got up and fished into one of the other bags for another towel. Vanessa then placed bunched up the second towel as much as she could and placed it under the diaper. Looking up at Daphne, Vanessa said, “I’m going to need you to hold onto her as tight you can. What I’m about to do is going to cause her serious pain.” Vanessa then proceeded to place her hand down in the diaper, right up against Misty’s bladder and using two fingers, began gently applying pressure. As Misty began screaming in pain, Daphne held onto her tightly and sang to her, “Let it go, let it go…,” but her singing was drowned out by Misty’s screams. Unable to take Misty’s screaming, Vanessa leaned in and before Daphne could stop her from doing so, planted a passionate kiss on Misty. The shock of Vanessa’s tongue passionately caressing her own, shocked Misty’s body enough that a spurt of urine came out. A second spurt came out seconds later, followed by another and then another until the dam finally burst, releasing a golden tsunami into the diaper. Misty’s body went limp as it finally began to relax. The moment that Vanessa pulled her lips away from Misty’s, she looked down and watched in utter amazement as the front of the diaper, which had been a pinkish white less than a minute earlier, was beginning to yellow. It was then that Vanessa felt the wet warmth running through her fingers. While she thought it was disgusting, she had to keep her hand down there to apply pressure. However, it soon started to feel good, so good in fact that Vanessa soon lost herself in thought. “Hey Vanessa, I’m all good now so could you please get your hand off my crotch?” asked Misty. Her question brought Vanessa back to reality. “I’m so sorry,” she said as she yanked her hand out of the diaper. By this time her hand, just like the diaper and rolled up towel, was completely soaked. “I think I have some paper towels and trash bags in the back, I’ll go get them.” She then exited the car and walked to the back. Just as she was getting ready to open the hatch, she stopped and looked at her piss stained hand. Without really thinking, she lifted her hand to her nose and inhaled deeply. While it reeked like ammonia, it also had a trace of a sweet smell. Unable to control herself, Vanessa put the back of her hand to her mouth and licked it. Her body shuddered in ecstasy. As she prepared for another lick, she was startled by a cough coming from a few feet away. Looking up from her hand, she saw that it was Daphne. “Wow, you truly are a freak,” said Daphne, her eyes staring daggers into Vanessa. “I’ve spent my entire life protecting my sister from freaks and perverts so I knew exactly what kind of person you were the moment I met you.” “I can’t deny that what I just did wasn’t perverted, but I am telling the truth when I say that I am not one of those creeps who would take advantage of her. I truly do love her, although you probably don’t believe me.” “Of course I believe you, but I still cannot allow you to be with her. You see she and I have been together even before we were even born. We have a bond that you could never hope to achieve, let alone understand.” “I know that,” replied Vanessa. “I’ve always known that. But I don’t care. The heart wants what the heart wants. I will make her mine one day with or without your blessing. If you’re with me good, if not, then you best stay out of my way or come at me with everything you’ve got.” Daphne burst out laughing. “You’ve got guts. I like that. But don’t think I’ll let you have my sister so easily.” She then opened the hatch, grabbed the paper towels and a trash bag and went to help her sister clean up. Vanessa was left alone outside the car once more. She looked down at her hand and clenched it. “If she wants a fight, then it’s a fight she’s going to get and I always fight to win.” Vanessa then gave her pee stained hand one more good lick before she got back in the car. To be Continued…
  5. 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.
  6. A few hours later, there was a knock at the door. After some cleaning and strategic use of Febreze, the house was ready for guests. If Janice had wanted the house cleaned more extensively, she could easily have called in a cleaner. But this should be sufficient for entertaining her coworker friend. Janice answered the door and there stood Susan. “Hey there!” Susan said, and the two hugged each other. Susan looked cute in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a panda on it. As Susan stepped into the house, somewhere behind her Janice head footsteps. She turned to see her brother walking across the hall to the bathroom. He paused and glanced at Susan, then smiled and walked into the bathroom. Janice could not help but feel as if that smile was somehow suspicious. She changed direction, though, as Tammy appeared in the hallway, as well, finally having gotten dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a pink shirt. “Susan, you’ve heard me talk about my twin siblings. That was my brother Tommy you saw, and this is my sister, Tammy.” Susan greeted Tammy and Janice led Susan to the living room. “Make yourself comfortable,” Janice said. Susan thanked her and sat on the plush brown couch. Tammy walked to the recliner in the corner, and Janice sat on the other end of the couch. “Well, this is our home,” Janice said. She continued, giving Susan a brief version of the history of the house, how her parents acquired it, the tragedy of their accident, and finally how the siblings agreed to share the house. Susan listened attentively, and her genuine interest was really sweet. Then, Janice noticed something. Susan seemed to be squirming. She was continuously crossing and uncrossing her legs. Janice glanced at her sister who made brief eye contact and then smiled. Janice peered down the hallway and saw that the door was still closed. What are they up to, she wondered. But Janice shook it off and she asked Susan about her life, how her kids were doing. Susan was divorced, but she smiled widely and lit up and she talked about her kids. Then she squirmed again, and Janice was surprised when Tammy spoke up. “Everything okay?” Tammy asked. “I’m fine, but how long is your brother going to be in the bathroom?” This time Janice did not miss the smirk that crossed her sister’s face. She sighed and resigned to the fact that they were about to get their way. Her new friend would be wetting herself before she left today. “I don’t really know,” Tammy said. “Sometimes he takes forever. Long shower, primping himself in the mirror, that sort of stuff. He’s worse than us.” Tammy and Janice laughed, and Susan joined them, then stopped. “Oh, don’t make me laugh.” She bent over and hissed. “Is it that bad?” Janice asked. Susan nodded. “Yeah, he’s irritating like that,” Tammy said. “More than a few times he’s been in there and one of us has had to go. Kind of like right now.” “Well, what did you do?” Susan asked. “Because I’m open for solutions.” Tammy chuckled. “Sometimes he gets done in time and it’s just a race to keep from having an accident. Once or twice Janice and I had to run in at the same time.” Susan laughed. The sound made Janice’s heart skip. “How did that work out?” Tammy giggled. “I took the sink,” she said and winked. Janice could feel her face flush, and she watched Susan’s reaction. “Ohhh, at this point I’d settle for anything,” Susan said and doubled over again. They heard the unmistakable sound of the shower, and Susan groaned. “Well, there were other times we didn’t make it,” Tammy said. Janice was still quiet, still terrified that this whole ordeal might scare her new friend away. “Like when both of us just ended up pissing in the hallway.” “Seriously?” Susan said. “What else could we do? This is a big house, but I still don’t know why it only has one bathroom. And when it’s used up, well…” “Oh my god,” Susan said. She kept peering down the hallway at the still closed door. “Can you go see how much longer?” “Sure,” Janice said. She stood up and walked down the hall. Susan followed her, and Tammy walked quietly behind them. “Hey, Tommy?” Janice yelled. “Yeah?” he shouted from the shower. Actually, Janice honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t really in the shower, if the mischievous shithead wasn’t standing right in the bathroom just running the water and hoping her new friend would piss herself. “Do you know how much longer you’ll be?” Janice asked. “I just got in!” he shouted. Susan groaned again, squeezing her legs tightly together and holding her crotch. “Janice, I’ve really got to go,” she pleaded. “Okay, so…,” Janice said, “what do you want to do? I mean… 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?” “How far is that?” Susan asked. “It’s on the other side of the house,” Janice said. “Ohhh, no, I won’t make it that far.” “Well, you can go right here,” Tammy said. Janice glared at her. Too forward! she thought, but she knew it was too late to take it back. “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.” Susan doubled over again and groaned. “Ohhh, I’m seriously about to piss myself,” she 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.” Janice and Susan looked at her as she unsnapped her denim shorts and then slid them and her panties down to her ankles. She leaned back against the wall until her ass was touching the wall and she was almost in a sitting position. She closed her eyes and a few seconds later a steady stream of pee fell from between her legs and pattered to the hallway carpet. Susan gasped. “Oh, shit!” she said and stood upright. “I just squirted a bit! I’m sorry, Janice, but I can’t hold it anymore.” “It’s okay,” Janice said, as comfortingly as she could. But inside she was secretly taking pleasure knowing her new friend really was about to piss right here in her house. “Do you care if I join you?” she asked. “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!” Susan unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down to below her knees, and to Janice’s surprise she did not take her panties down. Janice could see the wet spot from Susan’s leak earlier. “They’re already wet,” Susan said, as if reading Janice’s mind. She sank down into a squat and before she could finish pulling the gusset of her panties aside a messy spray of pee gushed out of her and flowed heavily to the carpet. “Ohhhhh, that feel so much better.” Susan closed her eyes in an expression of obvious relief. “Mmmm, I was seriously about to explode.” Janice couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling bold, she stood next to her friend and relaxed, emptying her bladder into her panties and letting it run quietly down her legs. Susan opened her eyes and was treated to the sight of Janice moaning in pleasure as she peed full force down her legs. Janice could feel it spraying her inner thighs and flowing warmly down her legs and dripping to the floor. Tammy was watching and smiling. Then the bathroom door opened and there stood Tommy wrapped in a towel. Both Susan and Janice were still peeing. Janice waited for Susan’s reaction, expecting her to be mortified. Instead, she started laughing and was still dribbling warm pee. “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.
  7. 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.
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    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.
  10. 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.
  11. It was a wet rainy day and business was slow. I made the best of it
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  15. I had a secret that I wasn’t sharing with the ladies. It is true that since my pregnancy, my bladder isn’t what it used to be. It is also true that some of my accidents weren’t accidents, and it is definitely true that I enjoyed each of them, starting with the very first one. I was with my husband, shopping for baby items. I was close to full-term at this point, and so the pressure on my bladder was common. I had managed to mostly avoid accidents, but lately I was cutting it close. As we were walking through the store, I felt it coming as the baby moved. “Babe, I’ve got to pee,” I said. We weren’t close to the bathroom as I said this, and both me and my husband looked around to see how far we would have to walk. “It’s at the front of the store,” he said. “Can you make it?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I guess I’ll have to try.” He took me by the arm and led me towards the bathrooms while pushing our cart. I was close to telling him to just leave it because it was slowing us down, but it was already filled with stuff. We did our best to get to the front end of the store, but as we got closer I could feel the pressure growing. The baby moved again, and I gasped as a small spurt warmed the gusset of my panties just a little bit. “What?” my husband asked. “What’s wrong?” “I just peed a little,” I said. “We’ve got to hurry, or I’m going to piss all over the floor.” I quickened my steps as he continued to follow me and push the cart. We finally reached the front of the store, and just as I saw the bathroom doors I could also see a bright yellow chain across both bathrooms with signs that read “Closed for cleaning. Please use other restrooms.” I groaned and looked at my husband desperately. “What do we do now?” “Can you make it back to the other bathrooms in the back?” He asked. I started to answer, but another wave of pressure hit and I stood tall, squeezing my legs together. “No,” I said, “there’s no way. What am I going to do? I’m seriously about to move that chain and go in there anyway.” “You can’t do that, sweetie,” he said. “Let’s make our way back to the other bathrooms, and if you can’t make it we’ll figure something out.” “What?” I asked, annoyed. “What will we figure out?” “I don’t know,” he said. “Just try your best to make it, and then we won’t have to figure it out.” I groaned again, but we started towards the back of the store. We didn’t make it very far, though, before I felt another wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I kept back a spurt this time, but it was clear I would not be as successful the next time. “I can’t do this,” I said, feeling close to tears. My husband stopped and looked at me, and then he looked around as if he was trying to find something. He nudged my arm and led me down an aisle through the women’s clothing section, grabbed a few random items off of racks, like a gown and some shirts, and then we stopped at the changing rooms. “Umm…what are we doing?” I asked. “It’s not the bathroom, but it’s the closest I could get,” he whispered. I was about to protest until the baby moved again and I felt another warm spurt. “Look, babe, I know it’s not ideal, but it’s this or you piss yourself out here in front of everybody.” He handed me the clothes, and the concerned but determined look on his face was enough to convince me. I had no other choice. There was no attendant at the counter but the doors were all opened, so I stepped into one of the changing rooms, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I saw that the bench along the back wall of the room was covered with a thick black cushion. My bladder screamed again, and I dropped the clothes onto the floor turned around to place my bottom on the soft seat. I didn’t even bother with my panties as I just sat back and relaxed. Seconds later, a hot flow of pee filled my panties. I could feel it spray through the gusset of my panties and soak into the cushion under me with a warm, tingling comfort that made me sigh. It was also making me quite horny as it gently swirled around my pussy and clitoris and warmed my bottom. I reached down and slid the crotch of my panties aside and squirted the last bit of my pee right into the cushion, licking my lips at the warm spray against my inner thighs and vagina. It was over too soon, though, and I stood up to survey the damage. The cushion was only a slightly darker shade of black around where I was sitting. You would have to be looking for it to notice something. I straightened my skirt and walked out of the changing room, leaving the clothes on the floor. I grinned at my husband and his face reddened a bit as he also smiled. I stepped up to him and touched his arm. “Feel better?” he asked. “I do,” I said. “Thank you. Let’s check out and get out of here.” Then I leaned closer and nibbled his ear before whispering, “My panties are soaked, and I need a good reason to take them off.” Later, after we checked out and took everything to the car, he drove us to the back parking lot where no one was around, and I slid my wet panties off. He watched me, licking his lips eagerly. “Come on,” he said, “let’s get out.” I smiled as we opened our doors. We walked to the back of the car and he took a moment to look out at the view of the mountains behind the store. But he was also leaning against the trunk and unzipping his fly. I walked to him and placed my back against his chest and soon my skirt was up and his hands were touching me beneath it, feeling and caressing my vulva. It didn’t take me long to get wet again as I felt first his finger and then the tip of his penis touch the back of my pussy. I lifted my hips and butt the best I could until he entered me and I moaned. He kissed the back of my neck and reached around to caress my breasts. “Easy,” I said. “They’re sore.” He whispered Okay and we continued to writhe and move together, me rocking my hips gently and he lifting his pelvis. I could feel my climax getting close, but I could also feel the familiar pressure building in my bladder. I wasn’t sure how bad it was until another wave came over me as my husband’s thrusts grew quicker. “Umm, I kind of have to pee again,” I said. “Okay,” he said and stopped thrusting. “No, no, don’t stop,” I said. He laughed. “What do you mean?” he asked. “I mean I really want to fuck you right now, and if we stop I might lose it, so please, don’t stop.” He chuckled again and grabbed me by the hips as we continued. I moaned again as he continued to enter me, each thrust a little deeper than the last. I was getting closer and closer to coming, so I placed my hands behind me onto his thighs and moved quicker and quicker, feeling his penis pulse inside of me with each thrust. He grunted and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer. As my climax built, I felt a wave of pressure and the baby moved again. I cried out and just let go. Immediately, my warm pee flowed out of me, all over my thighs, and down over my husband’s penis. I could feel it flowing under me, soaking his jeans and the back of my skirt, but he didn’t stop thrusting and I didn’t stop moving. He finally groaned and I could feel his penis pulse again and again as he ejaculated inside of me while my warm pee trickled out and soaked our crotches. When we were finished, I leaned back against him and he kissed my neck and shoulders again. “I love you so much,” he said. “I love you, too,” I answered. After this experience, each time I had to pee I would simply find a way to let it out. A few times, I let myself get as desperate as I was in the store, and then find a quiet or secluded place to just let my warm pee trickle down my legs or sit in a cushioned seat somewhere and feel it warm my bottom. My husband and I repeated the wet sex one night when we stepped outside naked onto our back deck and he sat on a chair as I straddled his lap, again facing away from him, and again I had to pee and just let it go when I climaxed. This time, though, when I finished, he said he couldn’t go because he had to pee, as well. So I scooted forward in the seat and said, “Go ahead.” I felt his warm urine against my back, hot and wet, and I turned around and knelt down to let it soak my breasts. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot,” he said and continued to spray his hot urine all over my chest. I rubbed it into my nipples and felt it trickle down my tummy to my vagina and slipped a finger inside myself. “Let’s go to the bed,” he said. In spite of my wetness and our nudity, he was able to pick me up and carry me to the bed. I laid down and turned on my side, exposing my ass and very ready pussy to him. He pressed his warm body against my back as we spooned, and he was soon inside of me, thrusting madly this time, panting and groaning. I was surprised when I came again and dribbled more pee all over the bed and us as we cried out together and he again ejaculated inside of me. We fell asleep just like that, wet and messy but comfortable in each other’s arms.
  16. 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."
  17. wetwulf

    Girls Night 3

    After our wetting experience was over, we all three looked at each other, smiling but also realizing nothing would be the same between us. Tara was the first to break the quiet moment. “More drinks?” she asked. Jennifer and I agreed and Tara reached behind the bar and took out some glasses, a bag of ice, some strawberries, a lime, and the bottle of Bacardi. She took all of this to the blender and was soon making us all daiquiris. She handed mine to me and then Jennifer’s and took her own and walked to the other couch across from us. I took a sip and right away tasted the rum. “Strong,” I said, laughing. Tara just smiled her now-familiar wicked smile. “Okay, so I have to know,” Jennifer said. “How long has this been going on?” “What?” Tara asked. “You know what,” Jennifer said. I took another sip of my drink and laughed. “Out with it,” Jennifer said. “Fine,” Tara said, sighing and taking a sip of her drink. “It started when I was in college. I lived in the dorms, and my roommate was a party girl. I didn’t mind, though, because she never partied in the room, and I met a lot of cute guys through her when I joined her at a few parties. But she came back smashed a lot, like almost every night. There was one night she came in and tried to be quiet, but she made a lot of noise struggling to get up into her bunk. I watched her in the darkness but didn’t say anything to let on that I was awake. She eventually gave up trying to climb the ladder and just stood next to our beds. I heard her curse, and then she said, ‘I don’t really want to stumble all the way out there.’ “I had no clue what she was talking about, assuming she was just really drunk, but I kept watching her. She sighed and walked over to the corner of our dorm room. It was a little tougher to see her in the dark corner, but a few seconds after she stepped over there I heard a soft hissing sound. I tried and tried to figure out what it might be, and every time my brain came back to the same thing. She was peeing on our dorm room floor. I finally had to say something.” “’Uhh, Danielle, what are you doing?’ I asked. She gasped, but she didn’t seem to move from her spot in the corner, and the sound continued. ‘I’m really sorry, Tara. I just really had to pee, and I’m too drunk to make it out to the bathroom. I’ll clean it up in the morning, I swear.’ All I could think to say in return was, ‘Umm…okay.’ I was also amazed that she continued to pee a full hissing stream even while talking to me. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I really had to go. Ohh, that feels much better.’ I still couldn’t see very well, but the sounds of her pleasure and relief were unmistakable. Speaking of relief…” Tara sat up and spread her legs. She sighed and a steady stream of urine sprayed from between her bare pussy and soaked the couch cushion under her. She took another sip of her drink as she continued to warm her seat with a hot gush of pee. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said. “Anyway, back to the story,” she continued, still peeing. “Danielle finally stopped peeing, and I really didn’t know what to say. She walked back over and grabbed her covers and pillow from the top bunk and threw them onto the floor next to our bunks. I noticed she was naked from the waist down. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I understand if you’re grossed out and you want a new roommate, but I had to go.’ I told her it was okay, that it happens sometimes, and she then asked me if I’ve ever been caught short like that. I told her I had, and she pried further until I told her about an accident after work when we were really busy, and we locked up after closing, and I realized too late that I hadn’t used the bathroom. I didn’t make it home, but had to pull off and still ended up wetting my work uniform. Luckily, no one was up when I got home and I changed and showered.” I heard a hissing sound next to me and looked over to see Jennifer licking her lips and sighing. She was sitting normally, though, but the sound and her expressions of relief made it obvious what she was doing. Tara just smiled and continued her story. “So as I’m telling this, I notice movement under Danielle’s covers. She kind of has her legs apart and I gasp when I realize she’s touching herself. ‘Are you masturbating?’ I asked. ‘I am,’ she said. ‘Alcohol makes me randy as hell.’ I laughed. ‘And so does peeing.’ ‘Peeing makes you horny?’ I asked. I was more confused than bothered by it. ‘Well, not like any peeing. It’s not like I get off every time I go to the bathroom. But, like…what I just did…and like in your story…I get off on peeing places I shouldn’t.’ I honestly didn’t know what to say, but I could hear her still rubbing herself like it didn’t even matter that I was right there. And to be honest, I felt kind of horny, too, just from hearing her sighs of pleasure.” I moved in my seat, feeling the pressure in my bladder grow, but I wasn’t ready to release it yet. Tara and Jennifer both looked at me, probably expecting something. “Sorry,” I said, “not yet.” They both laughed. “Anyway, she kept rubbing herself, and in spite of how awkward this whole thing was I found myself reaching under my covers and slipping a finger between my panties to rub myself, too, but being as quiet and subtle as I could. It didn’t matter, though, because Danielle wasn’t subtle at all. Her sighs had become moans and gasps, and I could see her silhouette in the dark room squirming and writhing. She was really into it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said, ‘I’m gonna come. Ohhh!’ She moved and bucked and gasped and then stretched out on the floor and sighed as her climax ended. The sounds of her pleasure and the feel of my fingers stroking my clitoris sent me into my own orgasm, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, too.” “Wow,” Jennifer said. “Oh, that’s not even the end,” Tara said. As I was coming down, Danielle said, ‘Oh, I always have to pee after I come. Ah, what the hell.’ And I kid you not, she just sighed and I heard her warm pee dribbling as she just laid there and let it out. ‘Sorry,’ she said again. ‘I really will clean it up in the morning.’ I told her it was no big deal, but then I realized I also had to go.” I finally felt the pressure growing enough that I needed relief, so I sat up in my seat, put my legs under me and spread them slightly. I sighed and let my pee go in a steady dribble that splashed against the couch cushion. I sat back and relaxed as I felt some of it absorb into the cushion under me, warming my bottom, and some of it continued to splash and dribble all over my butt, vagina and thighs. “Nice,” Tara said and smiled at me. “Anyway, I knew I needed to pee, too, now, so I had this debate in my head. Do I get up and make the trip down the hall to the bathroom? Thinking that was the sensible thing to do, I sat up and started to get out of bed. Danielle asked where I was going, and I told her. ‘Seriously?’ she said. ‘I just peed on our dorm room floor…twice. You don’t have to walk out there if you don’t want.’ I sat still, wondering if she was serious. ‘For real, Tara. This might be the only time you don’t have to walk all the way down the hall just to pee.’ I laughed. ‘Well what do you want me to do, pee on the floor, too?’ I asked. ‘Do whatever you want,’ she said. ‘Just go over in the corner like I did.’ I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was kind of thrilling, too. I wanted to, but it seemed so wrong. ‘You really don’t mind?’ I asked. She laughed. ‘No, I don’t mind.’ I heard hissing next to me again and looked to see Jennifer smiling and biting her lip as she warmed the cushion under her again. “Ohhh, god,” she said as the hissing grew louder and I could see a puddle forming under her before soaking slowly into the cushion. “Feel good?” Tara asked. Jennifer just nodded. “So, I got up from my bed and walked over to the corner of the room. I felt the wet carpet on my feet and giggled, surprised that I wasn’t more grossed out that I had just stepped in my roommate’s pee. But by now I knew I would be adding to it anyway. I felt the pressure growing, so I stood still and waited until I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer. I knew I wanted to try just standing there and going through my panties like Danielle had done, but at first nothing would come out. ‘Just close your eyes,’ Danielle said, ‘and imagine you’re in the bathroom, on the toilet, about to go.’ I did as she said, and still nothing. ‘Have you ever peed in the shower?’ she asked. I said yes, that I had, lots of times. ‘Picture that, then,’ she said. I closed my eyes and imagined I was standing in the shower. I could feel my pee getting close, so I reached down and pulled my panties aside. Within a few seconds, a small dribble started and I gasped when it came out. Danielle laughed. ‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ All I could do was mumble as the dribble became a steady flow that trickled down my legs and splashed to the floor. Not caring anymore, I brought my legs together and sighed as I just emptied my bladder into my panties and let it run down my legs. I gasped again, and I must have had another small orgasm because my knees got weak and I thought I was going to collapse with pleasure. When I finished, I slipped my soaked panties off, left them in the floor, and crawled back into bed. I could hear more dribbling coming from Danielle. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘had to go some more.’ I laughed. “Two more times that night I heard dribbling and hissing coming from Danielle. And when the alarm woke us up the next morning, she looked up at me and smiled as she emptied her morning bladder right there where she lay. The carpet under her was soaked. I smiled and sat up at the foot of my bed, facing the corner where we had peed the night before. I could see the dark wet spots from where we had peed there. I had to pee, too, but instead of getting up and walking to the corner I just hung my legs over the edge of the bed and scooted my bare bottom out then let it go. That was the beginning of a friendship that messed me up forever. We scrubbed the dorm floors, but after that Danielle and I looked for opportunities to pee other places: the library, lounges, at parties, and sometimes we would sneak off and masturbate. That was how it started.” Jennifer and I both applauded, and Tara leaned forward into a small bow. When she sat back up, she smiled and sighed and we could see a puddle forming under her again. “And now I’ve messed you two up,” she said. We all laughed.
  18. NicoleHolds4U

    Video for Sale

    Hi guys! I haven't been on this account for a while since I've been using Tumblr for all wetting content recently, but I've been missing this gem! I wanted to let you guys on here know that I have a video for sale currently that is $25, it's a real accidental wetting that occurred when my roommate locked herself in the bathroom and wore those waterproof headphones - so she couldn't hear me begging to be let in! If you're interested message me and I'd love to provide at least someone can benefit from that situation! Mod edit - Moved to marketplace ~ Sophie
  19. maxxii95

    WD girls

    Does anyone have any full lenght or shorter clips from the site WD girls? Used to watch a lot when the site was open and i loved their films, thanks beforehand!
  20. "Lisa's" Story Part 2: Adventures with "Dr.P" by Dr. P. On a particularly beautiful moonlit evening in the fall, we decided to visit one of our favorite bar/restaurant establishments. It had a bit of a reputation as a "meat market", in the late '70's, but we liked it because the music was pleasant, the drinks were not as watered as those of the competition, and there was a small, but adequate dance floor, if the mood struck us. The crowd was about our age at the time, 30's and 40's, so the music was not too loud and irritating. You could actually carry on a conversation. I was wearing a close-fitting knit sheath dress, which was kind of "clingy." It ended a few inches above my knees. Under this, I was wearing "Thi-Hi" stockings, with elastic tops, no garters (or "suspenders"), and shiny black heels with ankle straps. I knew I looked good, as the dress rode up to mid thigh, when I sat down. We had 2 or 3 drinks, and ordered another round, talking and laughing intimately, when I told him I had to "go". With a wink and a grin, he said, "Well, you know where the Ladies' Room is. Come back and tell me a good story!" I said I had another idea. I wanted him to go with me, and I did not want to use the Ladies' room! "Let's go outside," I said. We walked outside together. It was a pleasant, warm night in late Fall, in L.A. The full moon had just risen, casting a surprisingly bright glow over everything. We looked in the parking lot. No way. Too small and well lit by the moon. Too many cars and people going in and out. Then we looked across the street, seeing trees and bushes, and remembered that the street was at the western edge of a large park. We crossed the street at the light and continued on the dry grass, to the east of a large grove of trees, which would shield us from view from the street. Further to the east of these trees, the grass and trees of the park stretched for as much as a half mile. It was predictably deserted at this time of the evening. We chose a spot between two cusps in the line of bushes and trees, which faced east, toward the rising moon, and was somewhat protected on the other three sides. I stood, smiling and facing the moon, and slowly raised the hem of my dress, looking alternately at him and at myself. I slipped my panties down, and leaning on him for balance, took them off and put them in my purse. Then I adjusted the hem of my dress until it was just an inch or two above my pussy, and spread my legs comfortably, until my feet were about shoulder width apart. I held my dress up, but it stayed pretty much in place, because it clung to my body. I smiled at him and said "Ready?" He dropped to his knees about 2 feet in front of me, to get the best view possible, as I started to pee. He watched me intently in the moonlight. I was able to keep my stream straight and under control, landing about 6 inches in front of my feet, in the grass. I peed for a long time, possibly for 20 or 30 seconds, until my stream weakened to a trickle and stopped. At the end, a few drops sprinkled my shiny shoes, but my legs and stockings were completely dry. I noticed the dribbles on my shoes, and giggled, a little. He leaned forward, still in his kneeling position, hugging my thighs to his face, pulling me toward him, so he could lick my pussy dry. Just then, I squirted a few final drops, and he caught them in his mouth. I giggled again. He licked my lips for a minute or so. Then I brought some Kleenex out of my purse and had him wipe me, just to make sure. He even wiped my shoes when he was done. I fluffed the hem of my dress, to free it from my body, and he helped me pull it down evenly, front and back. I did not put my panties back on. I totally enjoyed having him help me with all of these little details. His willing, enthusiastic attitude gave me a nice feeling of being well cared for. Since I hated public restrooms anyway, I suggested to him that we agree that I wouldn't use them when we were together. Instead, we would find discreet places to park the car, or other sheltered locations, where I could pee, with him watching, and protecting me from other eyes. He thought this was a wonderful idea, and readily agreed. We had some very erotic, fun adventures, as a result of this agreement. He has described most of them very well in his memoir, so I won't repeat many of them here. There was one incident which was spectacular and exciting, but almost ended in a wetting disaster, for me, so it is worth my telling about it. We had tickets to a play at a theater that was about a 40-minute drive from where we lived and worked. So we met beforehand for drinks and snacks in our local area. We were both dressed well; I was wearing a garter belt and real stockings, under a very pretty dress. We wanted to keep our pact, and I certainly wanted him to see me pee in this outfit, so I didn't do it in the bar, before we left for the theater. We agreed that we would find a place for me to "go," on the way. Traffic was heavier than expected, and we had a hard time finding an exit from the freeway where there would be some chance for privacy. I was fidgeting and getting more and more desperate with every minute, as he drove. I had my hands between my legs, pressing hard on my pussy, through my dress, trying desperately to hold my pee in. Finally, I lifted my dress, pulled it out from under me, and gathered it around my waist, exposing my bare thighs above my stockings. I told him that in case I squirted or dribbled, my legs and panties might get wet, but my dress would stay dry. I pressed my hands against my pussy, over my panties, which were thankfully still dry, and crossed my legs, for added pressure, to stop leaks. I saw him sneak a peek at my legs, showing obvious excitement and admiration. Somewhat to my surprise, I was feeling a little embarrassed by my own desperation and the extreme measures I was taking, and letting him see, to keep from wetting myself in front of him, even though I had let him watch me pee many times, under a variety of circumstances, at that point in our relationship. I told him very emphatically that he absolutely had to take the next exit, no matter what, because I couldn't possibly hold my pee a minute longer. He could see that I was very serious, and more desperate than he had ever seen me. He did take the next exit, and we were extremely lucky. The exit took us into a quiet, poorly lit residential neighborhood, with older houses set back from the street, and quite a few trees. He stopped under a tree, which afforded some privacy from the houses, and there was still some light from one of the street lamps, so he would be able to see me pee. I couldn't have cared less at that point, whether he, or anyone else could see me pee. I had to go now! I had my door open, panties off, dress already around my waist, and was sitting on the running board with my legs spread wide, before he could even get out of the car. When he got around to my side, I was already pissing a hot, ragged, wickedly hissing stream, which splashed on the pavement. It sprayed wildly and splattered on the street, pretty much out of my control. A few drops sprinkled my upper, inner thighs, above my stocking tops, but my dress, stockings and shoes stayed dry. This went on for about a minute, until my stream slowed to a stop. Then a few more drops came out, in a couple of spurts. He was there with the box of Kleenex to help me wipe my thighs and pussy. I would much rather have had him lick me, as he wanted to do, but there was no time. Besides, we didn't know anything about the neighborhood we were in, or whether we had been seen. I looked at the huge puddle on the pavement, and told him I couldn't believe that all of that had come out of me! We closed the car doors and got back on the freeway, continuing to marvel at how much I had peed, and how spectacular it looked, as it hissed and gushed out of me, in a raging torrent. I was amazed at the size and power of my stream, and how forcefully it sprayed. I told him how desperate I had been, and how I would have wet myself and my beautiful dress really badly, at any second, if we hadn't stopped when we did. He said I looked incredibly sexy, sitting there in the car, with my dress around my waist, showing my beautiful legs. He told me that my lifting my dress, pressing on my pussy with my hands, and crossing my legs tightly were all incredibly erotic in his eyes, and also gave him a very intimate look into me, and made him feel much closer to me, sharing my anxiety about wetting myself and my dress. He confided that he was feeling panic that we wouldn't find a suitable place on the first exit we took, off the freeway, but was profoundly relieved, when we did. He had no idea that I might be put in such a desperate situation, and he felt guilty that he hadn't encouraged me to pee in the Ladies' room at the bar we had left, earlier. That made me feel much more relaxed, and less anxious, knowing that he was totally on my side, and he hadn't been secretly enjoying my extreme discomfort. We remembered this incident warmly, reminisced, and chuckled about it, for months afterward. He decided that he liked to lick me dry after I peed, instead of just wiping me with t.p., when we were in the privacy of our hotel room. I enjoyed that a lot more than using t.p. He seemed to really enjoy having my pee on his tongue and in his mouth, so it occurred to me that he might like me to actually pee in his mouth. I didn't have the nerve to ask him whether he wanted me to do that, and he never asked me to do it, directly. But I noticed that the wetter I was when he licked me, the better he liked it. We occasionally met for drinks at "happy hour" in one of our favorite bars, which also had a nice, relatively secluded parking lot behind it. On this evening, when we left the bar, we got into my car, a large Cadillac, where we had room to get comfortable. We got situated in the back seat, and started kissing and fooling around. I don't know what came over me, whether it was the alcohol giving me courage, or some strong, subconscious desire, but I looked him in the eyes and said "I have to go." He looked very pleased, and started to open the car door for me to pee outside, sitting on the running board. I stopped him, saying, "No, I want to do it right there," and patted the car seat. Then I told him to lie down with his head on the spot I had pointed out, and get ready. He quickly understood what I wanted to do, and got into position, as best he could. It was summer, and I was wearing only panties under my dress, no stockings or pantyhose, so I slipped them off quickly. Then I lifted the front of my dress, and knelt over his face, with one thigh on each side of his head. My dress blocked my view of him, but it also blocked the view of anyone from outside, so I left it there, covering both of us. I had to guess where his mouth was, as I lowered myself onto his face. I really had to pee, and knew I wouldn't have any trouble getting started. Holding it while I got into position was more of a challenge. When I thought I was there, I peed a little, and felt it gush, wetting my right thigh. I stopped, and asked if he was getting any. He said yes, he was, and it was delicious. So I started again, but I could feel the warm pee running down my right leg, so I knew he must have been catching most of it with his mouth on my thigh, which I could feel. That was fine with him, but I really wanted to do it directly in his mouth, and to be a little neater, in the process! So I stopped again, shifted position, and restarted. This time, my pee gushed straight into his mouth, and he loved it, but I had to slow it down by stopping and re-starting several times, to give him time to swallow. I finally gave him all that I had, then lifted the front of my dress to watch him lick my wet thigh and lips, between my legs. He looked like he was enjoying that too, even though his face, hair, and shirt collar were soaked with my pee. We dried him off as best we could with Kleenex, but his knit shirt was still damp, when we said good night. He told me later that he loved my scent so much that he didn't wash that shirt until my pee smell faded from it, after several weeks! This gave me a couple more ideas for us to have fun. First, peeing in his mouth was an option, when we couldn't find any other place for me to pee. That could be both fun and practical, at times. And second, his keeping his pee-wet shirt unwashed after our "happy hour" adventure gave me a naughty idea: I would give him a pair of my panties, with my pee scent on them, to remember me by when we were apart. He would return them to me the next week, in exchange for a freshly scented pair. So I decided to start by wetting my panties right in front of him one night, as we were getting dressed and ready to leave the hotel room. I called him into the bathroom, wearing only my bra and panties, telling him that I wanted to show him something. I stood over the toilet, facing outward, straddling it, with the seat up, and peed in my panties, after catching his eyes, when he walked into the bathroom. When it started coming out, it gushed through the thin cloth, soaking them instantly, which surprised me a little. I was glad it kept on going through them instead of running down one or both of my legs, as I was afraid it might! I shared that concern with him. He said that if it ran down my legs, it wouldn't have been a problem, at all. He would have been more than happy to lick them "dry" for me! I knew he was making a promise on which he would deliver. I had seen how turned on he was, on the rare occasions when my pee wet my legs, and he got to lick them dry for me. There was something about seeing my pee dribbles on my legs that excited him more than anything else. I was very curious about that, and asked him why? He told me about an experience in his early life. He said he had looked up a girl's skirt, in grade school, as she returned to her desk from the bathroom, and he had seen pee dribbles on her inner thighs. This was incredibly exciting to him. He fantasized about how she peed, and how her legs got wet, for years afterward. From that time on, he confided that seeing pee drops on a woman's legs was a fantastic turn-on, for him, reminding him of that early experience. That was a very interesting revelation to me, and I kept it in mind for the future, which turned out to be fun, on several occasions. He loved watching me pee in my panties, which he had never seen me do, before. He loved it even more when I slipped those wet panties off, and handed them to him. He sniffed them and kissed them, then put them in his pocket. Kneeling on the floor, he hugged my thighs, and licked my wet pussy dry. We repeated this ritual for several weeks. To keep it interesting, I did it in different positions or styles, every week, first in a high squat, then sitting with my legs spread wide apart, then pressed close together, as if I were trying to stop my pee from coming out. I even peed sitting with my legs tightly crossed, which he didn't believe I could do. It hissed and sprayed a little at first, and my upper inner thighs got wet, so it was a little messy, and I knew he would love that! He was only too happy to lick me dry when I was done wetting my panties, and handed them to him. There were situations on our dates when there was no outside place for me to pee, and I had to use public restrooms. In one such situation, I told him I had to "go" just as we were leaving a bar. It was summer, and I had nothing but panties on, underneath my skirt. "Please don't wipe," he whispered in my ear. "OK," I said, wondering what he had in mind. I often skipped wiping in our hotel rooms, because he was going to lick me dry. But this was different. We were in a public place, and I was worried about visible dribbles running down my legs, as I walked back to the car. The restroom was relatively clean, so I sat when I peed, with my legs spread wide. I peed a lot, gushing and hissing. When I finished, I saw that my lips and hair were quite wet, but my legs were dry. So I didn't wipe, but just pulled my panties back up, thinking that they would absorb everything. But as I walked out to meet him, I could feel some dribbles running down the backs of my legs, toward my knees. That made me very anxious, so I grabbed his arm and told him we had to hurry back to the car, laughing nervously. As soon as we got in the car, he ran his hands up my legs, all the way to my damp panties, and found the dribbles on my thighs, as well as some that had already reached my calves. He dove under my skirt immediately, and started licking his way up my legs to my panties, then buried his face in them, moving them aside with his tongue, as he licked my pussy. His tongue felt awfully good, and I soon forgot my anxieties. I told him I wanted his cock in me. I took my panties off handed them to him, and straddled him on the car seat, just like I was squatting to pee, and took his hard cock into my wet pussy. We both came very quickly. There was a time when I wanted him to fulfill a fantasy of mine, where we fucked standing up, outdoors, as part of our noontime jog. He was very willing, but he said he didn't know if he could "rise to the occasion," under those circumstances. I told him not to worry. I drank a lot of liquids and held my pee for five hours, then stood, with my legs wide open, and let it all fly out, in a fantastic spray, just relaxing, and letting it go, without trying to control it. I noticed that my legs got wet, too. He saw that, and had no problem at all, rising to the occasion! On another occasion, I deliberately peed on my legs for him. This started when I stood and peed on a hilltop, with him watching. I had planned this as a surprise for him, ahead of time, but pretended that the need to pee just hit me suddenly. I started to do it with good control of my stream, which I usually had, but the wind swirled around me, and blew my pee all over my legs, which was a surprise to me, and to him! He was ecstatic, and licked me from my ankles all the way up, afterward, then tongued me to one of the best orgasms I ever had. I think I squirted a little pee in his mouth, when I came. He swallowed it and said, "Delicious." (What a difference from my former lover, who was disgusted when I peed on his hand, during an orgasm!) I rewarded him by showing him how I could spread my lips and sprinkle pee drops on my legs, while lying down. I had already peed a lot, so I didn't know if I had enough pee left, but I managed to wet my upper thighs, with a few drops. He watched me intently, as I sprinkled my thighs. He wanted to rub his cock on my legs, because we didn't have much time left, and I wanted to make them wet and slippery for him, so he would cum as quickly as possible. He was so excited by what he saw and felt, that he squirted a huge load on my legs, almost immediately. Another time, when we were going to shower together, I deliberately saved my pee until we were in the shower, intending to put on a little show for him. Then I just let it go, making no attempt to control it at all. It gushed all over my legs, and I watched it run all the way down them to my feet, It was a dark yellow, so it was very visible, quite spectacular, I thought. It felt surprisingly hot on my legs, and I called his attention to that. I think he would have missed my little show entirely, if I hadn't said something. I didn't let him know I had planned to put on a show for him, claiming that I just wanted to be "efficient," peeing and showering at the same time. So remembering his odd little quirk about seeing me pee on my legs added to my fun, as well as his. We eventually disagreed about the future of our relationship, and broke off seeing each other regularly, which was disappointing to both of us. But we still got together a few times a year. Once I had experienced pee sex with "Dr.P," I realized that I really liked it. To me, it was just another expression of love, between two people. I shared that with him, and he agreed. More importantly, I lost my feelings of shame and revulsion about my bodily fluids and processes, which had influenced and inhibited me, for my entire life. So when I began dating other men, I told them stories and asked them questions, to gauge their interest in my peeing. I got a wide range of responses, from curiosity and enthusiastic interest, to disinterest and disgust. Some who professed disinterest, showed definite signs of arousal, during our conversations. One guy came in his pants, after listening to one of my little stories! So I have to say that my experiences with peeing and sex broadened my outlook, for the rest of my life. Dr. P.
  21. 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.”
  22. owlman76

    KEEPING THE JOB

    Ann was a slim girl, early 20's, not too tall, attractive but didn't flaunt it, to be honest she probably didn't realise how attractive she was, the most striking feature was her long dark hair, it reached almost down to her slim waist and had a shine to it that you couldn't help but notice. She was painfully shy and this had held her back in life, most girls with her looks would have used them to gain certain advantages in life, this had never occurred to Ann She had struggled to find a job, there were not many going in the area where she lived, but that was common in small towns these days, she always tried her best and would often work late to make sure her job was done,it didn't bother her, she didn't have a boyfriend and hardly ever went out. She'd managed to find a job in a local engineering firm, they needed a sort of "girl Friday", it had been run for years by an older man, he'd done all the office work himself, but as he got older, in an attempt to keep going he'd finally realised he needed help, he could answer phones, he even managed to type letters, computers and the like were a complete mystery to him. She'd worked there happily for about 6 months, then one day he told her something that almost turned her world upside down, he had a health problem and would have to sell the business. He managed to find a buyer pretty quickly, and it was agreed that the new boss would keep everyone in a job, there were only 4 men in the workshop, and Ann in the office, it was a small firm making specialised components, what was known as a niche market. The new boss was due to arrive on the following Wednesday, the old boss would stay until Friday to show him the ropes, The first time they met she could feel him looking at her in a way that made her nervous, he was friendly enough but there was something about him that made her uneasy. The first week after he took over he began to make some changes, the old desk in the office was replaced with a new one, her desk was also replaced, and moved into the same office as the boss,new computers were installed and the whole office looked much more cheerful, he even had a small table with a coffee machine on it. Her job had not changed much in fact it had gotten easier, the new phone system meant she hardly ever had to run down to the workshop with messages, she just picked up the phone and dialled through.Her boss spent most afternoons sat in front of his computer, occasionally he'd take an afternoon off, the work, being specialised generally found them, rather than them finding it! Occasionally he'd pass a comment on something she was wearing, or how she looked, she'd blush every time he complimented her, and , just occasionally as he sat at his computer she thought she caught him staring at her, as if he was deep in thought.He drank massive amounts of coffee, and every time he got up to get a drink, he'd get Ann one also, some days she felt as though she spent more time in the bathroom than she did at her desk. One day he told her that he'd be taking the following day off, and would she be ok running the office, she said she'd be fine, and not to worry. She arrived at work the following day and set about her work, about an hour later the telephone rang it was her boss, he needed to contact a client, the number was in his computer, would she be kind enough to find it for him? She sat at his desk and switched on the computer,the screen flashed into life, and to her surprise instead of the normal background picture there was an image of a slim dark haired girl leaning over a desk. She entered the password he'd given her and opened a folder marked "contacts", she soon found the number, read it out to him and after hanging up, returned to her own desk, her mind kept wandering back to the picture on the screen, was it his wife? she didn't know, but the girl on the screen looked much younger than her boss, who, appeared to be in his mid forties. About 30 minutes later she received another call from her boss, he needed her to email a picture to him, it was a machine part, in a file marked "photo's", she logged back into the computer and opened the file, non of the pictures were named, they just had numbers to identify them. She clicked on one, it was a picture of a big house, the next was a sports car, she carried on clicking, eventually there were a few of the girl on the background screen,they started of with her wearing a tight top,jeans and long boots,several pictures later she was down to some black underwear and the long boots. "I'm sorry sir, this file hasn't got any work pictures in it, it appears to be personal pictures" she stammered, "yes that's right, what was I thinking" he laughed, it's the file marked "photo's 2", she clicked on the file and sure enough the first picture was the one he wanted, she sent it over , hung up the phone and returned to her desk, she couldn't get those pictures out of her head, was that really his wife? The following week he announced that he had to meet a new client, he'd need her to go with him, it was only a day trip, they'd leave early and be back the same night. they went to the meeting and by 11 am it was all done, he said he'd take her for lunch, there was a nice restaurant in a large shopping centre nearby, they had a pleasant meal,a few drinks then he suggested she might like a walk around to see some of the shops,she'd never been here before and readily agreed.As she passed one of the shop windows she saw a pair of blue fitted jeans on a mannequin in the window, they clung to every curve, not like the cheap ones she was used to wearing, that didn't cling anywhere. She let out a little gasp, when , looking down she saw the price tag, they were nearly £50, she'd never spent that amount on a whole outfit, let alone a pair of jeans. "do you like them"? asked her boss,"yes, but they're awfully expensive" she replied. He began to walk towards the shop door, "this way" he said, they walked into the large store, it was as though he knew where he was going, suddenly see noticed a large rack full of the jeans she'd seen in the window. "go on, try a pair" he said, call it a perk of the job, she picked a pair in her size "here we go, are you sure"? she asked, "yes but I'd try them on first if I were you" he replied pointing to a changing room. She handed him her jacket, kicked off her shoes and stepped behind the curtain, she emerged a few seconds later wearing the jeans, "what do you think"? she asked doing a little twirl, "I'd go for a size smaller if I were you"he replied, "they're a bit baggy at the back". She picked up the next size down, headed back behind the curtain and several minutes later emerged once more, these fitted more like the one's in the window, they were very tight, in fact she wished she'd worn smaller panties, you could clearly see the outline underneath the tight denim, her boss nodded his approval, "much better" he replied with a smile, she stepped back into the changing room to remove them, when she re-emerged he was stood holding her shoes, "don't forget these "he said as he handed them to her. She put them back on, then taking the jeans from her he walked to the counter, paid for them and they headed back out of the store. They were heading back towards the car park, as they approached the exit, her boss stopped suddenly, "damn, almost forgot" he handed Ann the car keys, "would you mind waiting in the car, I just need to pop back for something", she took the keys and went back to the car, about 10 minutes later he re-appeared, carrying a bag, he placed it on the back seat and they began to drive back. It was nearly 7pm when they arrived back in the town and he said he'd drop her off at home rather than going back to work, as she was getting out of the car he handed her the bag he'd had earlier, "for you, you've earned it" he said before driving off. She let herself into the empty house and made a drink, she picked up the bag and looked inside, there was another bag, and a large brown box, she took out the bag and looked inside, it was a black stretchy top with long sleeves and a polo neck. Next she opened the box, it contained a pair of black knee length boots with a 3" spiked heel, they looked expensive! Later on, as she was getting undressed for bed ,she decided to try her new jeans on again, she removed her clothes, then completely naked, she slid into the tight denim, they fitted perfectly,much better without those big panties, she thought as she admired herself in the mirror, remembering the other things he'd given her she decided to try them all on, she put the top on, then the boots,everything was so tight and clingy, she couldn't believe the way her jeans blended into the boots, the look was seamless. She admired herself in the long mirror,she'd seen the look before somewhere, but for the moment she couldn't think where, she undressed and slipped into bed,very soon she dropped off to sleep. END OF PART ONE
  23. Outgoingcouple

    Office accident

    Office accident So on my first day of my new office manager job last Monday and I also experienced my first wetting accident. I arrive at the office about 20 minutes early to get situated and aquanted with the building. My boss briefly shows me around the floor I'm going to be working on and introduces me to a few of the other employees I'd be working with before he suddenly gets a call and the day quickly begins. Before I could settle in, or even locate the restrooms, the phones started to ring off the hook. The phones wouldn't stop ringing for even just a second. I have been sitting at my desk for five hours now and haven't been able to get a minute to go pee. I've been drinking coffee and tea all day. I didn't want to ask if I could have a pee break. I was a little bit embarrassed to have to interrupt everyone's work day so someone could leave their office to sit in my office to answer my phone. So I continued to wait. I assumed I would be getting a lunch break sometime soon, so I would go then. Then I saw my boss walking towards me, I figured he was going to send me on a lunch break, I started to feel a little bit excited and relieved that I was finally going to be able to go pee. Just as I felt the excitement of about to get some relief, he bursted that thought. He stepped up to my desk and said..." We are so busy today so I ordered everyone lunch. I was devastated, I was about to burst. I began bouncing on my seat. I was so embarrassed, I was hoping he didn't notice. Ohhhh I had to pee so freaking bad!!! He then asked me if I could receive the order when the delivery guy arrived. I, of course said yes. He handed me a company credit card, said It will be here soon, go ahead and sign my name. As he walked away, I looked at the clock, it was already 4pm. What? Wait... Ordering food now? I thought to myself.... We get done in an hour and we are ordering food!!? I took a deep breath and regathered myself. Ok I thought to myself..." It's one hour, I can make it, I can hold on for another hour and go pee quickly before I have to catch the bus. My bus doesn't come until 5:15 I will have plenty of time. I take a few more calls before they shut the lines down at 4:45. I clean up my desk and area real quick so I can get out right at 5:00. I'm watching the clock tick, it's at two minutes till five... I'm getting anxious, I'm ready to explode. Just the thought of finally peeing is getting me excited. Ok... Yes!!! One minute till... I stand up, start to push my chair in, look up towards the restrooms. NO!!!! The delivery guy!! Omg!! I take the bags, sign the receipt and send him on his way. Now I have to take the order down to my bosses office. Omg!!! He's going to cause me to not be able to make the restrooms before I catch the bus. I hand him the order, I try to get away quickly, but he insists that I take something home with me. He fishes through the bags, grabs me a few things and finally tells me have a good night and sends me on my way. I practically jog down the hall. As I get close to the restrooms, I look at my watch, it's 5:11!! I only have four minutes to get down the elevator and to the bus stop. If I stop to pee, I'm definitely not going to make the bus. I decide that I should catch my bus because it's the only bus that goes to my neighborhood. I hurried to the bus stop, barely made it. I boarded the bus, grabbed a seat near the front so I could get off quick. As the bus started to move, my bladder began to ache. The urgency started to grow quickly and immensely. I was bouncing and wiggling all around my seat. I was struggling to hold on, I was beginning to panic. My body began to rock back and forth uncontrollably. I felt little beads of sweat forming on my forehead, I started feeling little shivers run throughout my body. My pussy began to ache and tremble. I couldn't resist the urge to grab myself. I reached down and pushed on my pussy, pressing as hard as I could. Believe it or not, applying pressure somewhat felt relieving. The harder the pressure, the better. My stop was next.... THANK GOD!! I took the last few minutes before my stop to regain control. I took a deep breath, stiffened up my posture, got ready to stand up. As the bus stopped, I slowly stood up, took another deep breath and started to take my first step. Just as I took my first step, I felt my bladder began to quiver. I got so nervous, I started to panic. I couldn't get the control back. I stood still there. I was frozen right there in the aisle of the jam packed bus. Front and center in everyone's veiw. The bus was filled with both men and women. All I could think of was what if I piss myself... what are all these people going to think? As I stood there in shear panic, gripping onto the hand rails. With my face glowing red with embarrassment, I looked all around taking in all of the people's faces. The bus driver telling me that I had to go if I wanted off here because he had to go. Once again I take a deep breath, and I start to take a step... I knew I was going to burst right there, but I had no choice.... The driver was demanding I get moving. I had to keep walking. I feel my hot liquids begin to leak. The flow started out slow stream on the first step, but by the second step, they were just gushing out and down my legs. With every step, I was leaving a little puddle of warm pee on the bus floor. After about 6 steps, I'm finally off the bus and almost to my appartment. I run up the stairs, get in my front door, strip off my wet clothes. I lay down across my bed, let out a long sigh in relief to finally be home. As I'm laying there, thinking about the whole situation, I realize that it really made me feel turned on and horny. I kept replaying the episode over and over in my head as I pleasured myself into a extreme orgasm. I definitely think I want to try this again sometime
  24. Independence Day boating mishap So for the Fourth of July festivities, our friends invited us and two other couples out on their boat to watch the fireworks. Our plans were that we all would pack a cooler with picnic food to share and a second cooler with drinks. We all met up around noon at the boat docks in our small town. Alot of people usually go out on the river to see the fireworks show, so we decided to meet early to beat the crowd. About quarter after twelve, John pulled in with the boat. The guys loaded all of the coolers and all of our other belongings onto the boat. Us ladies all ran up to the restrooms to pee before leaving. Our plans were to head up river to a small island, stop and picnic. This particular island was a quite popular place to hang out. Usually there was good bit of people to party with. This year was no different, in fact this year was the most crowded I've ever seen. We docked, unloaded our coolers, found our spot and began to drink and party. We usually stay there for the whole day and get back in the river about nine. This year was different..... About 7:30 the River Patrol pulled up to the island and made everyone vacate the premises. We had to pack up our things quickly and get out. Leaving us no time to pee before we left. Ok, so now it's only 7:30, the fireworks aren't going to start until a little after dusk which is probably around 9:30 or so. Here we are, been drinking all day, stuck floating around in the river, and no where to go pee. And you know what?.... For some odd reason, the more you need to pee, the thirstier you become. Not sure if that happens with everyone, but it sure seems to be the case with ladies on the boat with me. The four of us are sitting on the bench seat in the back of the boat just laughing and giggling about our situation at the moment, but I'm not sure how long until we are no longer laughing and giggling. The guys decide that we should take a little run up river since we have about two hours to kill. Well... You know how guys are, they get crazy sometimes. It wasn't bad enough that us ladies have to pee, they decide to go speed demon up the river. Causing cold ass river water to splash all over us. I don't know about anyone else, but being cold and wet only intensifies the urge to pee. Now the other girls are starting to get a little nervous about the situation. I, of course am not stressing about it a bit. I keep looking up at my husband to see if he is noticing the situation. Of course he is too busy horsing around with the guys and doesn't have a clue. I decide to secretly send him a text to make him aware. I also suggest to him to try to sneak some pictures and videos. Now that I have his attention.... I'm going to have a little fun with this. Even though I really have to pee bad too, I grab us girls another cold one from the coolers. We continue talking, laughing and goofing off. My husband asks if he can have a turn driving the boat. John says of course and trades him seats. My husband is no rookie when it comes to driving a boat, he knew what he was doing the whole time. He turned us around and headed back up river, knowing that our waves from earlier were probably still there. Instead of missing them, he intentionally cut right through them. Well,.... When you go back over top of waves, it's very very bouncy and bumpy. The bumps definitely were intensifying everyone's urge to pee. The girls were now becoming quite despetate. Just then my husband, by the way his name is cliff, had the greatest idea. He announced to everyone how cool he thought that was and he wanted to do it again so he could video it. Wow.... I was impressed with his quick thinking!! So once again, he turns around and heads up river. Only this time the waves are much bigger and choppier. The bounces and bumps were alot rougher. With each bounce, you could hear some squeals from the girls as they were trying to keep control and not piss themselves. As we traveled down the river, hitting every bump, we all were holding onto one another, and squirming and wiggling all around in our seats. Finally after about 5 minutes, Cliff was at the end of the choppy Waters. He asked us if we had to pee or something because he noticed us squirming. We all sighed and answered YES!! He pulled the boat over into calm water in a secluded area and dropped the anchor. Then he said.... "Well ladies... I can't get you to shore, but you guys can pee off the side of the boat. With having to pee so bad, we definitely are game for his idea. Two of us take one side, and the other two take the other side. We all drop our shorts and panties and hang our asses over the edge. As soon as we had our asses over the edge, our hot pent up golden liquid began to gush out. All you could hear was the hissing of our piss spurting out and the sighs and moans of us feeling that sweet relief. I glanced up at the guys to see their reaction. I knew that my husband would be enjoying it, but I was surprised to see that the other guys were also enjoying it. And guess what?... Remember Cliff was videoing his river run? Well he never turned the camera off!! So we got the whole scene on video. We headed back out into the river enjoyed a few more drinks and watched the fireworks. As we sat there, we made a few comments about the ordeal trying to figure out wether or not anyone in the group would be interested in playing out another scenario... We didn't get a definite vibe, but we got some little vibes to maybe bring up sometime later. So.... Until we figure them out, I hope you enjoyed the story and I hope to have another one for you soon!!
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