Kate's Bladder

[Mitzdkat 62]

It started out innocent enough with neighbors Michelle and Kate in the bushes of the park. The park was on a property diagonally to the right and behind our house and it abutted the street behind ours. It had a swing set and a couple other jungle gym/park toys that all the kids used during the summer. There was also a sizeable hill leading down from the street which was good for a short quick sled ride in the winter. The bushes were on the side of the park and had a hollow area inside where older kids would go to smoke and probably some would make out although I never saw it. Next to the park was our back door neighbor, whose kid, Cris-Ann was in my class. She was kind of obnoxious, pushy and her father was a teacher in our school so she could get away with murder. One time, while we were sitting inside the bushes, complaining about Cris-Ann we all thought, hey, why not piss in a bucket and dump it in her yard? I’m not sure who actually came up with the idea but it was probably me. However, at the time I had no real interest in pee. To be honest, it was just an excuse to look at the girls naked. There actually happened to be an old plastic bucket that was left there from some unknown kid and we quickly took turns peeing in the bucket. I volunteered to hold it for the girls, such a gentleman… I think, because of that, I began to associate sexual excitement not just from seeing the girls naked but from the act of peeing itself.  We left the bucket out, because it really wasn’t all that full but when we returned, several days later, it stank with that old nasty pee smell. This was great, we kind of collectively thought, because now pouring it on Cris-Ann’s lawn would actually do something. So of course we decided to drink up and fill the bucket so that we could really deliver a nasty coup-de-grace on her lawn… The first time we had peed in the bucket, we had all taken quick pees, there was no significant difference in the volume although Kate and I peed the most and Michelle peed the least. However, this time Kate shocked and amazed us by letting out a huge hissing piss that nearly filled the remaining volume of the bucket in one go. Michelle squirted out her usual half a cup and I probably peed three times that much but nothing compared to Kate. It was from that point on that my obsession with Kate’s huge bladder, well developed and constantly wet pussy began.

After many incidents at the mini-park, we took it inside. Eventually we just lost interest in dumping the old pee on Cris-Ann’s yard and, in fact, we never did. However, even though we could see people coming from quite a ways inside the bushes, there was still a better chance of being caught. Kate and/or Michelle would come over to visit my sisters; Kate and I would watch TV far into the night in the finished basement of the house. During that time, I’d have her drink glasses and glasses of iced tea. Most of the time, nothing happened because siblings or friends would come down but every once in a while we’d have the place to ourselves. I’d have her sit up on my weight bench and spread her legs. The first time, I had two big plastic drinking glasses, probably about 12 ounces each that I was going to use to catch her pee. Then I would take the full glasses upstairs to jerk off with. She felt like she didn’t really need to go so we kind of teased each other about stopping for the night and just going to bed. Then we heard Michelle coming downstairs and quickly threw Kate’s panties on. I acted like I’d finished drinking out of the one of the cups, Kate, the other. Michelle watched some TV with us for a while but then decided to turn it in. Kate in the meantime was now noticeably uncomfortable, squirming and pressing her long legs together. The second the sounds of Michelle faded off upstairs she uncharacteristically stated “Oh my God I have to go!” She yanked off her pants and jumped up on the weight bench. I walked over with the cups… “Hurry! Hurry!” she said. I quickly got down under her and held the first cup next to her thick lips. “Oh…..God” a giant hissing stream, nearly an inch across gushed out of her. The first cup filled to the brim and nearly overflowed in a second or two. “More...more...” she gasped… I switched the second cup, another huge hissing stream filled it in seconds but I had nothing left and she couldn’t stop, the stream kept coming and pee poured over the side of the cup, my hand, down my arm and all over the floor. She sighed in near ecstasy as the pressure on her great bladder was relieved. I put my lips to the cup and tasted her pee. It was so good, warm water with a slightly sweet flavor from the iced tea. Her gush dwindled to a trickle and the last of it turned into a thick viscous rope that draped itself over my hand before sliding onto the floor. One of the regrets of my life was not drinking all that thick hot juice but honestly it sort of freaked me out at the time. I thought there might be something wrong with her. I was still too young to even know what it was.

Several such incidents happened but not as intense, save for one. Again, I had given her a huge glass or two of iced tea. This time, she just waited until she really needed to go and this time, I thought I was ready… I had one of the 12 ounce glasses but for my pees d’resistance (pun intended), I had a 32 ounce special edition Slurpee mug, for a total of 44 ounces. There is no way, I thought, she could hold that much pee. I couldn’t even come close to the 32 ounce mug (and I tried a few times). We watched TV and played on the computer for a good hour after she told me that she needed to go so she was very desperate but not seeming as much as before. She jumped up on the weight bench and I positioned myself so that I could hold the mug and watch. Her pee started, gently at first but then a powerful hissing stream. The big mug got warmer and was quickly filling. Her pee was perfectly clear, no bubbles but no thick juice this time either :( it kept coming and was nearing the brim of the big mug. Suddenly, I heard Michelle on the stairs again. Thinking about it now, I should have just kept going, maybe Michelle would have joined in but again we were all way too young. Kate quickly cut off her stream, flipped on her pants and I took my mug over to the couch and pretended to be watching TV, sipping my pee-water (making sure not to stand up and reveal my huge hard-on). Once again, Michelle watched a little TV with us and then went back upstairs. I asked Kate if she had more pee, she said she did and we tried to restart but I guess the strain on her bladder was too much and she couldn’t squeeze anymore out. I took the big mug upstairs with me and drank about half her pee while jerking off.

We had other episodes like that but we moved more into the strictly (normal?) sexual realm. Asking Kate if she had to pee became more of a request to eat her out and jerk off (fortunately, we were smart enough not to attempt intercourse but we came close many times). Kate’s pussy was constantly wet, covered with her thick juice which she drooled out when excited. She had very large inner labia which dangled from a heavy, crinkled clitoris that bulged out from her Mons Veneris. Once I started eating her out, it was hard to even think about doing much else because I’d cum just from licking and sucking her thick folds and drinking her heavy juices. One night, we went into a 69 on the floor and we both lapped and sucked at one another. It was overwhelming for someone my age and I quickly reached orgasm. At that time I could make a pool of cum about 4-5 inches across and squirt a few feet as well. I arched my back and came for all I was worth, all the while lapping at her hot juice. When we got up, there was no cum anywhere; I hadn’t heard anything from her so she must have just silently swallowed my whole load. It was like nothing had happened. That was actually one of the final times we had sex. I was leaving home for college and she was moving to New York.

The years passed by. I met and married my wife. Kate met and got involved with many men, most losers and jerks (she's happily married now though). She remained a big girl, pushing 5’10’’ or 5’11’’ by the time she graduated from high school. I could only imagine her bladder capacities and sexual abilities as a fully grown adult but I fantasized a lot about it.

She and my wife got along very well though and one day we were all over her apartment when her boyfriend was out. We were doing a little drinking, getting kind of loose and we started talking about sex. I was always mildly nervous talking to Kate in front of my wife because I wondered if she might start mentioning some of our exploits. Kate was telling us about how big her boyfriend’s cock was and that he had a big nose and big hands or was somehow or another trying to relate features to penis size. Of course my wife had to say how big my hands and nose, etc was so it must be true (not). Kate chuckled and kind of quickly glanced to the side, smiling at me but didn’t say anything. Then she told us a story about going out and getting really drunk at a bar with some of her friends. At some point, a middle aged Asian woman came up to her at the bar, wearing what looked like a fur coat. The Asian woman was very drunk as well and slurring her words so that Kate could barely understand her with the accent. However, she started to deduce that the woman was asking her to pee on her. Kate told her to leave her alone but it must have set off some kind of reaction in her head. Later on, even drunker than before, Kate and her friends leave the bar and head off down an alley. There they run into the Asian woman who now begs Kate to piss on her. Kate, being totally drunk and not even realizing how bad she needs to go agrees. The woman lies on the ground in the alley with Kate straddling her, skirt hiked up and underwear stripped off. She takes a huge gushing pee on her, soaking her fur coat, face and everything around… The woman is writhing in orgasms on the ground as Kate’s huge hot stream fountains all over her. Kate’s friends are freaked out but then cheer her on. She finishes and leaves the Asian woman spent, soaked and moaning on the ground. My wife is also shocked… “Did you get some in her mouth?!!” she asked. Kate smiled and said something like “I piss a lot, it went all over her.” Somehow, without thinking I agreed with her. Later my wife asked me “How would you know how much Kate can pee?”… Oh shit, caught, and I had to confess some of my sexual escapades with Kate. Fortunately, my wife is very cool about it and eventually agrees to pee on me but that’s another story… (one of my early posts actually).

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Wow that was hot!!!

[LngPeeFan 24]

That is undoubtedly my favorite story here at peefans. I only wish you and Kate had more adventures back then with her magnificent, enormous bladder. You could have added a chapter titled Growing Kate's Bladder! If I had met a girl with that peeing capability (and fabulous dangling labia minora) I would have done anything in my power not to lose her. 🙂🙃 

Are there any stories she told you about reactions her gargantuan received in the restroom? Example: Whispers of astonishment about "that person over in that stall who just won't stop peeing?"