Jenny & Lucy - Chapter 13 - Porn Stars

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Chapter Thirteen

[Unlucky number - maybe so, the last part of Jenny & Lucy's story - for now at least. Alas, the last part written so far]

 

 

“Does this computer have internet? There’s something I want to check up on.” Lucy called through to the bedroom where Jenny had gone to get changed.

“Yes, help yourself to it” came the reply from her lover.

A few minutes later Jenny emerged from the bedroom wearing just her denim shirt which was just long enough to cover her bum and lady parts, showing off the full length of her very shapely slim legs. She pottered about in the kitchen, lighting the oven, getting things tidied and pouring two large glasses of red wine.

Jenny picked up and reread the note her parents had left in the cottage for her. It explained that there was no water due to the burst pipe down the road and turning the note over, she saw that her father had also left a list of several jobs for her.

“That’s charming” Jenny exclaimed “Am I their personal odd job lady? Look at this, it says they want me to take the living room rug and the mattress and bedding to the tip on our way home. Apparently they’ve got a king size bed ordered and a new rug too.”

Jenny noted the lack of reaction from her friend.

“Hey, Lucy you’re very preoccupied over there. What are you up to?” she asked, carrying over her glass of wine.

“Oh, erm, sorry” blustered a wide eyed Lucy. “I’ve just Googled for ‘desperate holding bladder’. I was a bit worried I might have over strained my bladder earlier, what with holding for so long and then feeling desperate so quickly again and, erm, I wasn’t quite expecting these results.”

Jenny looked over Lucy’s shoulder at the screen and giggled. “You’ll be telling me next that you stumbled across these websites by accident, you dirty girl.”

On the screen, Lucy was slowly scrolling through row upon row of small pictures. Some showed naked ladies squatting (and men) shooting streams of urine onto floors, toilets, streets and other people. Other screens showed girls looking desperate, clutching themselves and in some cases already wetting themselves.

Jenny pulled up a chair and with Lucy sat browsing through many of the websites that faced them, sipping away at their wine as they did so. One glass soon turned into a second glass and then the second bottle. The food Jenny had prepared was completely forgotten and evening turned into night time as the two girls closely studied the images and video clips on the screen in front of them. All the time as they carried on drinking their wine.

Lucy asked her friend “Did you know all this sort of stuff existed?”

“I did” replied Jenny, “But I’ve never looked at it in detail before, I never realised there were so many different types of it, like individual different sub-fetishes.”

“I guess so” agreed Lucy “I suppose we're seeing some sites more geared towards the holding and being desperate, with others being more about boldly just pissing anywhere. Are they doing anything for you?

Jenny blushed slightly. She was sitting next to her best friend-turned-lover, she was wearing a denim shirt but was otherwise naked and she was looking at pee porn. Jenny hadn’t even realised she’d sub-consciously slipped a hand between her legs, gently massaging her clitoris. It felt very good, but she hoped Lucy hadn’t noticed. Lucy could also feel a definite delicious tingle in her own pussy, the same sort of feeling she enjoyed when her bladder was at that nearly full point. Her mind was calling for her to start rubbing her pussy too and she knew she’d soon reach orgasm if she did and she didn’t want to do that just yet.

“I suppose it is a little bit of a turn on” lied Jenny, “And how about you? How are things down there for you missy?”

“Maybe it’s the wine talking” replied Lucy, “But it’s amazing. It’s making me feel very hot and horny. I guess we have had quite a lot of wine and that probably helps. There is one thing though... Maybe we could do just as good. I mean, the quality on some of this stuff is amazing, but other stuff is definitely average.”

Then after a moment Lucy added “Why don’t we set up our own site and be pee porn stars?” Jenny laughed, “You must be drunk, here let me pour you some more.”

After a few minutes and some more wine Jenny had thought about her friend’s suggestion a little bit more and added “It could work I suppose, there must be money in it, otherwise people wouldn’t do it - would they? We’ve already filmed a couple of clips and we’ve got the camera here and an empty cottage this weekend to record some more. I don’t know how all the setting up the website stuff works though. Doesn’t you’re brother do that sort of thing, could he help?”

Lucy laughed, “There’s no way I’m letting my brother know about this!” Then with a wink she added. “I’m absolutely sure he wouldn’t object in the slightest to seeing you peeing on film, it’s no secret he already fancies you. There’s no way on earth though he’s knowing anything about me being involved in this - that would just be too weird. It’s ok though, I’ve done some web design and graphics stuff with him before, I’m sure we can work it out.”

Jenny winked back at Lucy with a wicked grin. “Why don’t we get some more drinks down, let’s just get smashed and then see what happens? What have we got to lose?”

Lucy shrugged her shoulders and laughed, “I suppose, as long as we can both cope with the hangover from hell tomorrow.”

Over the next twenty to thirty minutes the two girls carried on their naughty ‘research’, viewing different websites and looking at different styles. And drinking more wine. Once the wine ran out, Jenny opened the fridge and pulled out a few cans of cider which they started swigging on. Soon the table was covered in empty bottles and cans and both girls were feeling definitely drunk and horny.

“I don’t know about you?” said Lucy, “but all that booze is hitting the spot in more way than one. I think I’m going to need a wee soon. What are we going to do.”

Jenny smiled at her, “I’ve got a plan for you Missy, but you’re going to have to drink some more first and be much, much more desperate. Also, little Miss Control Freak, hope you’re prepared to lose control tonight... Whilst we’re waiting why don’t I get the ball rolling?”

“Erm, I guess so” replied Lucy, slightly hesitantly. “Does that mean I get to drive the camera?”

“First of all you need to down this” said Jenny, pouring a huge amount of vodka into a pint glass and topping it up with coke. “Whilst you do I’m going to get dressed.”

Jenny wondered whether Lucy would be up for the challenge, she was working on the principle that if she got Lucy drunk enough she wouldn’t take too much coaxing. She’d noticed that Lucy had been a bit more relaxed lately, letting herself pee through her knickers in the car park earlier had proven that. Jenny was pleasantly surprised though when she emerged from the bedroom to see the glass empty and Lucy standing, cross-legged smiling at her with a slightly hazy look in her eyes and a big drunken grin on her face. Jenny refilled both her and Lucy’s glasses and took a large swig from hers.

“I thought you were getting changed?” Lucy asked, slurring her words slightly.

“I have done” replied Jenny, lifting up her long denim shirt to reveal a very skimpy pair of denim shorts. Jenny tied a knot in the front of her shirt to reveal the shorts and her skinny almost flat belly. Then she moved one of the chairs to one side to make more space over the living room rug and brought a reading lamp over from the corner of the room to provide a bit more light. Then she handed Lucy the video camera.

“Right” announced Jenny. “Time to get some action underway. My bladder’s full, I’m tipsy and horny, you’d better start recording. Try and hold it steady - if you can.”

Lucy started the camera recording and trained it on Jenny, who was standing on the rug. She looked amazing with her long bare legs twisted together, tight denim shorts and denim shirt. She flicked her hair back and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her small, pert bare breasts underneath.

Jenny had obviously been taking note of the websites they’d been looking at earlier, she’d got the actions spot on. She leaned forward as she squirmed slowly. Her hands were on her breasts and her legs clamped tightly together, twisting from side to side. Lucy was feeling quite turned on herself watching her friend and wondering what was coming next.

Lucy moved the camera in closer onto Jenny’s face, who obligingly looked wide eyed into the camera, licking and biting her lip. Then Lucy started to move the camera back and downwards towards Jenny’s hands, which were still squeezing her pert breasts.

Then Jenny lowered one hand to her crotch, pressing against her pee-hole through the denim. Lucy wondered whether that was down to necessity or just pleasure. Jenny ran her other hand upwards to her shoulder, neck and then to her face where she gave a mock horrified look and then ran a fingertip around her lips, biting together again seductively and naughtily. She gave the perfect impression that she was just wondering if she dared do something very naughty.

Jenny crouched down, kneeling with her legs apart so that she could use both hands to press on her crotch. She unbuttoned her shorts and lowered the zip slightly and Lucy could see her friend’s bladder bulging slightly, contrasted against her otherwise skinny frame.

Lucy knelt down too to better film Jenny, who looked seductively at the camera and winked. Lucy watched as her friend pressed both hands against her pussy and heard her start to murmur and moan. At least kneeling down was a bit safer for Lucy too who was feeling very warm and fuzzy after the huge drink she’d just downed.

Then Jenny reached a small bullet type vibrator out of her back pocket and lay down on the rug, lifting and opening her knees. By now Jenny’s moans were getting louder and Lucy wondered how much they were down to acting, or her friend’s arousal and how much due to the need to pee. Lucy certainly knew about the need to pee - all the night’s drinks had filled her bladder and she hoped it would be her turn very soon.

First though Lucy had her filming duties to finish and she tried to hold the camera as steady as her tipsy brain would allow. Jenny had put the vibrator to work now, lying on her back with it squeezed under the crotch of her shorts, pressing it against her pussy. Her other hand was working some magic down the front of her shorts and the murmurs were turning to moans. Wherever Jenny had that vibrator was obviously the right spot as her moans became louder.

Lucy could tell Jenny wasn’t far from orgasm, and just as well she thought, otherwise there’d be some off-camera peeing action too. Lucy was kneeling on the rug which was the main thing keeping her bladder under control. Feeling carpet under her had always been like some kind of mental block for Lucy, even though she was naked under her polkadot dress, even though her bladder was bursting she’d never ever been able to pee on carpet.

Jenny was lost in her own world, eyes closed, leaning back on her elbow with her back arched and the vibrator working hard on her private parts. Her moans were getting louder too, her breath coming in quick gasps. Just at that moment the moans gave way to squeals and after a few seconds Lucy watched as a dark spot burst onto the crotch of Jenny’s shorts.

“Oh no” Jenny murmured, but didn’t stop the vibrator. More squeals followed, turning to a shriek as Jenny built up to, then gave in to an almighty climax. Immediately as she did so, Lucy heard a loud bubbling hiss and watched on as a torrent of pee splashed into Jenny’s shorts. Several more spurts followed in time with Jenny’s gasps, before slowing down to a steady stream which flooded across the denim fabric, squirting out of either side onto Jenny’s thighs and pooling before soaking onto the rug.

Jenny lay gasping on the rug, her chest heaving up and down for a few seconds before awkwardly leaning up on her elbows to survey the damage. With a grin she squeezed a little more of her hot urine out of the soaking wet denim and then winked at the camera.

Lucy took that as her sign to stop recording and sat on the floor, her turn to press her hands against her desperately full pee-hole. “I guess you needed that?” Lucy asked her friend.

“What, the pee or the orgasm?” laughed Jenny. “Both were amazing.”

“I’m glad you got them out of your system, I’m not sure how much longer I can wait. I’m drunk and I’m bursting. Is it my turn now?” asked Lucy

“Ok, let’s get you dressed, I’ve got just the outfit in mind.” Jenny jumped up and a few more drops of urine dripped from her tight, very wet denim shorts. Then Jenny grabbed Lucy by the hand half dragging her friend through into the bedroom where she reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of lightweight white cotton trousers.

“These are mine” said Jenny, “But they’re sort of one size fits all so they should be fine for you. Pop your dress off.”

As Lucy stood swaying she realised the last few drinks had really gone to her head. She was too drunk to properly think about what was happening and did as she was told, awkwardly pulling her red polkadot dress over her head, which wasn’t helped by her lack of balance and her desperately clenching her legs together. Lucy stood shivering slightly and hopping from one foot to another, wearing just her white lacy bra.

Its was all Jenny could too to resist jumping on her girlfriend, instead she managed to say “Come on then put the trousers on. No knickers. The sooner you do, the sooner you can wee.”

Lucy didn’t need any more encouragement and pulled the trousers on. She had a much bigger figure than Jenny and they only just fit around her bottom. She could just about zip them up with Jenny’s help, the seam at the front riding high up and forming a deep camel toe. Jenny knelt in front of her and tied a neat bow in the cord that ran through their waistband. Jenny had a close-up view of the seam pressing deeply into Lucy’s crotch and wished it was her tongue instead.

“I can’t decide if tight trousers feels good or bad” Lucy slurred and giggled, squirming from foot to foot as she did so.

Jenny led her friend back to the living room, standing her on the rug and letting her lean against the edge of the table. Lucy had reached that point of drunkenness where drinking as much as possible seemed a good idea and picked up her glass, not noticing that Jenny had refilled it with more spirit and coke. Lucy gulped it down, also not noticing Jenny switching on the video camera, carefully placing it on the edge of the kitchen worktop facing towards Lucy and slipping back into the bedroom.

Before she knew it, Lucy was standing on her own wondering where Jenny was. She stood awkwardly against the table where Jenny had left her, legs crossed and pressed together and hands tightly grasping her thighs. She couldn’t stand still, trying to keep her balance and constantly jiggling about, trying to find a position where her bladder wasn’t screaming at her.

“Are you in the bathroom Jen? I really need the toilet!” she shouted through to the other room. “Is somebody in there, can you hurry up please, I’m bursting.”

Jenny had walked back into the bedroom, but hadn’t bothered switching on the light. In the darkness she’d stepped out of her soaked denim shorts and was using them to dry off her pussy and the backs of her legs where her pee had dripped down a few minutes earlier. This was playing out far better than Jenny could have imagined. Lucy seemed to have forgotten that the bathroom was out of action and hadn’t realised Jenny was standing in the darkened bedroom peeking through the gap in the door at her friend. Did Lucy think that the bathroom was occupied? That would make for a perfect video clip if she did.

“Hurry up in there please Jenny. Otherwise I think I’m going to wet myself”

Lucy was still standing on the spot Jenny had placed her, but now she wasn’t leaning against the table any more. Lucy was obviously very desperate, she couldn’t stand still and was now firmly pressing both hands onto her crotch. The camera had a good full length view, her blonde hair just touching her broad shoulders down to her large breasts supported by a white lacy bra, erect nipples standing up. Below that Lucy’s slightly tubby waistline bulging a little over the too-small, tight white cotton trousers to bare feet on the kitchen rug.

Jenny stood in the dark bedroom getting very aroused watching her friend and lover. Not so much aroused by her friend’s desperation, but seeing Lucy’s near naked back and seeing the way the tight cotton emphasised her lovers bum. She imagined herself kneeling in front of the girl and satisfying both of their lusts. Subconsciously as she thought that Jenny’s hand drifted downwards to her own slit and started to gently massage.

Should she put Lucy out of her misery she wondered? Lucy was alternating between squatting down, knees tightly pressed together, to standing with her legs crossed first on one foot and then the other. She definitely couldn’t stand still, but that could be as much her drunkenness as her desperation.

“Are you in the bathroom still” begged Lucy, “If you’re sat on the toilet I might just break the door down, come in there and wee all over you. It’ll be your fault.”

Jenny almost orgasmed on the spot at the mental picture that played out, ‘There’s an idea for another video’ she thought to herself.

“I’m not in the bathroom sweetie, nobody is.” she stepped through the bedroom door, “but remember the water’s off. We can’t use the toilet.”

“What am I supposed to do?” snapped Lucy, “I can’t just not wee. Oh God, it’s going to come out any minute.”

“Ok, just hold on.” replied Jenny, walking into the room reaching a litre measuring jug out of one of the kitchen cupboards. “Use this”

“Anything, I’ll use anything” gasped Lucy, putting the jug on the table beside her with one hand whilst the other carried on its frantic pressing on her pee-hole. Jenny quickly made sure she stepped out of Lucy’s view.

At last the drunken Lucy had some relief in sight. All she needed to do was hold on for a few seconds longer whilst she whipped down her trousers and then she could release her flood. She squeezed her legs extra tight together and pulled at the cord on her waistband. Somehow though in her fumbling Lucy managed to pull the wrong end of the cord, turning the neat bow into a tight knot.

Lucy swore and frantically started pulling at the ends of the cord, but all that did was tightened the knot. With both hands she tried to pull the tight white trousers down, but there was no way they’d fit over her hips. She desperately tried to unpick the knot, her drunken fumbling not helped by all the wriggling and squirming she was doing. She needed both hands to work at the knot and as Jenny watched on from the darkened bedroom, the inevitable happened. Jenny watched as a little rivulet tracked across the bottom of Lucy’s bottom and down the back of her right thigh, turning to white cotton transparent as it did so. As Lucy’s hands were working at the trouser’s waistband the camera had a perfect view of the white cotton, pulling tightly into Lucy’s pussy and forming a pronounced camel-toe, suddenly darkening too as that single spurt soaked in.

Lucy paused for a minute, pressing her fingers into the damp cotton, bending her knees and pressing tightly together again whilst she regained control. She held that position motionless for a few seconds, eyes closed and chin high, breathing deeply.

Then as Jenny watched, Lucy remained motionless and the wet trickle widened across her bum. The wet patch spread sideways, slowly at first and then trickles started to run down both legs. At this point the drunken girl obviously resigned herself to her fate. Lucy straightened up, putting her feet slightly apart and putting her hands on her hips.

The camera in front of Lucy caught the wet camel toe spreading outwards and slightly upwards as Lucy’s pee trickled out. Then Lucy smiled, a look of relief on her face. She drew in a deep breath and obviously pushed hard on her bladder muscles, the steady trickle was immediately replaced with a noisy gush and the sight of Lucy’s pee flooding into the tight white cotton trousers. Some of it dripped through the crotch of the fabric onto the carpet below, but a wide stream quickly tracked across the width of the front of the trousers and ran down the front and inside of the trouser legs. Everything it touched turned transparent as Lucy’s pee flooded and flowed.

From the back Jenny had a similar view, both of Lucy’s legs were soaked. The fabric of the trousers was clinging to Lucy’s legs and two puddles of wee pooled around her feet darkening the rug as they soaked in. The loud hiss and burble of Lucy’s wee and flood of liquid was slowing.

Jenny realised for the second time that she’d been standing in the darkness playing with her own clitoris without realising. Although Jenny wasn’t quite as drunk as her friend, the alcohol was definitely making her feel warm and fuzzy, not too mention very aroused. She used all of her willpower to tear her hand away before stepping into the light of the kitchen and picking up the video camera.

Jenny moved the camera in closer to Lucy, who grinned drunkenly, no doubt enjoying the relief. As Jenny lowered the camera, Lucy turned around to show a view of her soaked backside. The cotton was wet almost to the top of Lucy’s ample bottom and turning back to the front almost to the top of the zip. Both legs were completely soaked both front and back, Now that all the pressure was over Lucy managed to untie the knot quite easily, then unfastened the button and zip. Lucy was still wriggling and a little unsteady on her feet and Jenny marvelled at how the wet fabric clung to her

curvy figure with every movement. The cotton outlined her cleft deliciously and as Lucy wriggled the trousers down to reveal it, it was all Jenny could do just to stand back and watch.

Lucy slowly and deliberately lowered the wet trousers to her knees before leaning back slightly against the table. She spread her knees apart slightly, as much as the trousers would allow and then started to masturbate herself, first with one hand and then two. Jenny looked on intently as Lucy gave herself a few strokes, then stopped. Jenny watched and moved the camera in closely as Lucy held her breath for a minute, squeezed hard and pushed out one last trickle of wee. It ran down the inside of her thigh and soaked into the already very wet cotton. Then as Lucy grinned again and winked at the camera, Jenny took that as her sign and switched the camera off. That was quite enough for one show.

Jenny stepped forwards and put the camera carefully on the table behind Lucy, then looked the girl in the eyes. Lucy pulled her forwards, placed her hands on either side of Jenny’s slim neck and then ran her fingers through Jenny’s dark brunette hair. As she did so, Lucy pulled Jenny towards her and their lips touched, a brief moment giving way to a long passionate kiss. Jenny raised her hands, mirroring what her friend was doing, feeling Lucy’s longer blonde hair between her fingertips.

After a few minutes kissing, Jenny pulled back, instead kissing Lucy’s neck and moving the touch of her fingertips to Lucy’s breasts. Then Jenny knelt down in front of her lover, caressing Lucy’s skin with her fingertips from her breasts down to rest on her waist. As she knelt, Jenny could feel the wet carpet squelch under her knees and had a closeup view of Lucy’s lady parts just level with her eye line.

The wet cotton trousers Lucy had squeezed into were still at her knees and Jenny helped ease them down to her ankles and then pulling them off. Jenny could see the last droplets of pee clinging to Lucy’s shaved pussy lips and damp patches on her friends thighs where wee had flooded down her legs.

Jenny reached forward and planted a gentle kiss on Lucy’s tummy. Lucy murmured approvingly and ran her fingers through Jenny’s hair. Jenny carried on kissing, moving slowly downwards as she did so, gently reaching the point where tummy turned into the opening of her slit. Then she moved downwards, kissing Lucy’s thigh and then running her tongue slowly and gently upwards towards Lucy’s pussy. Jenny could taste her Lucy’s urine as she did so. Because of all the alcohol and the water before that it barely tasted salty, in fact it tasted of sweet cider. For a moment Jenny wished it hadn’t all soaked into the carpet under their feet.

Jenny’s tongue carried on its probing journey upwards, where it soon met the soft curves of Lucy’s outer labia. Jenny tasted more of her friend’s juices on the tongue, and listened to the girl’s breathing deepen and turn to moans of approval. Jenny used both hands to gently pull open Lucy’s labia and the girl obligingly leaned back and opened her legs wider. Jenny reached in, her tongue reaching deeper, the smell of Lucy’s juices filling her nostrils. Jenny’s tongue soon rested on the girl’s clitoris, triggering a shudder and a loud moan. Lucy still had her fingers running through Jenny’s hair, willing her friend not to stop.

Jenny had never done anything like this before, perhaps all the alcohol had made her bold. She hoped she was doing it right. At least as a girl she knew how she would want it to feel. Lucy didn’t seem to be complaining.

Lucy’s chest heaved up and down as she gasped in deep breaths and moaned in ecstasy. She could feel every touch of Jenny’s tongue, moving in circles and flicking at her clitoris, her lover’s hot breath against her damp skin. Jenny could feel Lucy’s bulging clitoris against her tongue as she moved around. Behind it she explored the opening of Lucy’s pee hole, before carrying on her

flicking movements. As she did so, the thought occurred to Jenny that she was still naked beneath her denim shirt.

Jenny lowered her left hand to her own pussy, two fingers pushing open her own lips and starting to mirror what she was doing to Lucy with her tongue. The effects were electric, in only a few seconds Jenny could feel the start of her own orgasm as Lucy’s moans were got rapidly louder. Lucy’s moans turned to shrieks, her body tensing as waves of orgasm started to hit. Although Jenny had only been masturbating herself for a few seconds, the whole evening’s antics had her so turned on that she too found that she only needed a few finger strokes to approach her own climax at the same time.

Finally Lucy gave in to a screaming, mind-blowing orgasm, at exactly the same moment as Jenny who was still kneeling in front of her, reached her own slightly quieter climax. As the waves of passion jolted through both girl’ bodies at almost the same instant, their backs arched and all their muscles tensed. Like bolts of lightning Jenny felt her muscles start to spasm and with every wave of pleasure, she felt a pulse of hot liquid jetting through her fingertips with a loud swooshing sound and making an even louder splatter as it hit the already soaked rug and splashed back up against the insides of her legs.

As their orgasms subsided, Jenny sank backwards to a low kneeling position and Lucy knelt down in front of her, the two girls locking in a tight embrace together, kissing each other passionately and massaging each other’s bodies. After quite some time it was Lucy that broke the moment, taking Jenny by the hands and without saying a word, leading her into the bedroom.

 

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For the second day running, Lucy woke up trying to place herself and her surroundings. For the second day running she awoke and realised she was in bed with Jenny. All their lives they’d been best friends, but now they were definitely more than that.

As Lucy gradually woke a little more her senses gradually began to start to work. She realised she was laying half on top of Jenny, almost in a recovery position, her right arm across Jenny’s stomach and her right hand resting on Jenny’s tidy breast. Jenny was slim and had small but very nice breasts, not like her own heavy things. She could feel Jenny’s nipple standing firm between her finger and thumb. Lucy also became aware of the pounding in her head and the dryness in her throat. The familiar ache in her bladder also made its presence known, not helped by the fact she was lying on it.

Jenny noticed her stirring and whispered “Hello you” into her ear. “Mmmmm, good morning. Have you been awake long?” Lucy murmured.

“I don’t think so” replied Jenny, “Well I’m not sure really, I woke at some unearthly hour bursting for the loo, but I must have been asleep since then. I think all that booze last night really knocked us out”.

“I know that feeling....” began Lucy, starting to move so that Jenny could get up.

“No, it’s ok” said Jenny. “Stay there, and don’t stop what you’re doing, it feels amazing. I didn’t want to move and disturb you, it was far to warm and cosy under here and anyway this mattress is going to the tip this morning.”

“You naughty girl” giggled Lucy. “You mean to say you just went in the bed?”

“It’s ok I scooted across a little bit to the edge so you wouldn’t end up lay in a wet patch.” reassured Jenny. “It did feel amazing, I sort of just lifted my knees a tiny bit and let it out in little spurts. It must have lasted about ten minutes and felt soooo naughty. Plus your hand was on my breast the whole time. By the end of it I was so horny, I couldn’t help but end up with a hand down there too. It was amazing. I hope you didn’t mind me carrying on without you? It was the middle of the night though.”

“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Don't worry, I’ll get my turn later. Talking about that, my bladder’s about to explode.” Lucy wasn’t exaggerating, she’d had a huge volume to drink the night before and apart from flooding the tight white cotton trousers, all that liquid had to go somewhere.

“Be my guest” say Jenny, “I’m pretty full again myself, it was hours ago after all. I don’t mind sharing a wet bed with you, unless you’ve got something different in mind?”

“Hmmm... I might just test a theory.” said Lucy and quickly jumped out from under the duvet, then skipped across the bedroom floor to the door, one hand supporting her large breasts as she did so. At the door she looked out into the kitchen, looking towards the windows just incase anyone were in the garden and may see her. As she did so, Jenny admired the girl standing with legs crossed and knees bent slightly.

Lucy didn’t waste time padding across to the rug by the dining table. As she stepped onto the rug, it felt damp under her toes, not surprising after all the action it had seen the previous evening.
Lucy knelt down, he knees apart and bum a few inches above the carpet. Her back was arched and she leant forwards slightly, then she closed her eyes and lifted her chin up, concentrating. After a second or so, a powerful jet of pale yellow urine gushed from her pussy, hitting the carpet with a loud splattering noise and pooling between her legs.

“Yessss!!!” exclaimed Lucy, allowing her stream to stop as quickly as it started. Then she knelt up and grabbed the measuring jug which Jenny had put out on the worktop the previous night. As she did so, she spotted the video camera too sitting on the worktop and reached it down. She carefully placed it on the floor at the edge of the rug, facing upwards slightly towards her and started it recording.

Whilst she was doing so a few more drops of her wee dripped onto the carpet with a soft thud and Lucy clenched her bladder muscles tightly. Quickly Lucy thrust the jug between her legs and relaxed. Soon her pale stream of urine resumed its escape, pooling in the bottom of the jug. Lucy again closed her eyes and pushed down hard with her pelvic muscles. A powerful jet of her pee shot out like a firehose, this time splashing against the side of the jug. Lucy didn’t hold back, continuing to push out a continuous powerful golden flow. The force of the liquid hitting the side of the jug echoed round the room sounding like a drum, and continued with no sign of abating. Soon the rapidly filling level in the jug rose to the point where Lucy’s stream was jetting into the liquid itself and forming a mini yellow whirlpool.

Lucy realised she’d pretty much been holding her breath through the whole of her release and gasped deeply, her stream showing little sign of slowing. As she did so she opened her eyes, seeing Jenny standing at the bedroom door, naked and smiling at her. Lucy winked back and looked down at the jug which was now very nearly full.

“You did need that didn’t you!” laughed Jenny. “Mmmm, Oh yes” replied Lucy, “But I’m not empty yet”.

This was true, although the girl’s stream wasn’t flooding quite as ferociously now, there was still a significant volume of liquid falling from the girl’s pussy into the very full jug. As Jenny looked on, Lucy’s pee finally reached the top of the plastic jug and began to flow over the rim onto the rug below. Lucy reached down and picked up the jug and moved it aside, spilling some of it’s contents over her fingers and surprising herself how hot it felt.

As Jenny watched on, Lucy settled down again into her low kneeling position, all the time her stream of pee still flowing and now splattering onto the carpet again. Her flow had decreased but was still steady and a round pool formed on the rug where it fell, slowly soaking into the already wet fabric. Lucy could hear the sound of the liquid splattering, gradually slowing now as her bladder finally emptied.

Eventually the stream gave way to dribbles and a couple of trickles which tracked outwards across Lucy’s bum cheeks. Then the dribbles gave way to droplets and her stream finally stopped. Lucy pushed hard and released a couple of final squirts before she was completely done.

“All finished.” smiled Lucy with a deep sigh, and rubbed the last traces of pee off her pussy lips with her hand. Then she reached forward, stopping the action camera from recording and looked up and winked at Jenny.

“Good call with the camera, that was a record breaker” said Jenny.

“Well over a litre” replied Lucy, “And that’s not counting how much just went straight onto the carpet.

The thing is, I’ve never been able to piss with carpet under my feet before, do you remember me telling you. When I was out at the seaside with Steve, even in an abandoned beach hut I couldn’t do it. The was so much fun just now though.”

“It certainly looked like you were enjoying it” agreed Jenny. “You’re such a natural in front of the camera too. Not shy at all.”

“It’s quite a turn on to be honest” confessed Lucy, “don’t you agree? Anyway, we need the material if we’re going to host our own site don’t we.”

“That’s true” said Jenny. “Thinking of which, my bed-wetting earlier gives me an idea. Just give me a minute, I think I’m about ready to go now.”

With that Jenny explained to her friend exactly what she had in mind and exactly how she wanted it recording. Then she turned around and walked back into the bedroom, her hips swinging sexily as she did so and the muscles in her pert bottom clenching with each step. She stopped by her overnight bag, bending double to rummage about in it.

Lucy wondered whether her friend was just bending over like that to tease her with the perfect view of her skinny backside parting to reveal a pair of smooth pussy lips pressed tightly together. Lucy imagined caressing her fingers along it’s length and into it’s slit, imagining the roles reversed and how it would feel to have the girl doing that to her.

Before Lucy could take any such action though Jenny found what she was looking for and pulled out an expensive looking pair of peach coloured satin briefs trimmed with matching lace. She quickly stepped into them pulling them up with a wriggle. She adjusted them onto her angular hips and smoothed the silk across her smooth bottom. Lucy followed her into the room, not able to resist squeezing herself up close behind the girl and stroking her fingers across their silky curves.

“Ooh, that feels good” Lucy murmured.

“It certainly does” agreed Jenny, “but I need a wee. Just give me a few minutes and let’s get this next scene recorded.” Then Jenny climbed back into bed, adjusting the pillows and pulling the duvet across her at an angle so that it partly covered her body which was still naked apart from the silk knickers.

Lucy shivered in the cool morning air of the cottage. She hadn’t noticed the chill up to that point, but now goosebumps were covering her curvy naked body.

“Hang on a sec there Jenny, let me just throw some clothes on. I’m freezing!” exclaimed Lucy. “Hurry up” her friend replied from the bed, “I need you and I need to pee”.

Lucy hurredly rummaged in her own overnight bag pulling out the first things she found, a T Shirt and denim dungarees. She pulled the shirt over her blonde hair and and then stepped into the dungarees, not bothering with any other underwear. Pulling the straps over her shoulders had the added bonus of pulling the dungarees tight, their rough denim seam pressing upwards against her crotch and sending a thrill shooting upwards from her lady parts.

Then Lucy walked back into the kitchen and picked up the video camera from its spot on the floor next to the pee soaked carpet. As she turned around, Lucy admired the view she saw perfectly framed by the open doorway.

Jenny was lying on the bed, for all the world looking like she was fast asleep. He hair was spread messily across the pillow, one arm draped above her head. Most of her upper body was covered in the quilt which was draped messily across the bed. Her legs were spread across the bed at odd angles, but in a way which turned Lucy on.

Lucy pressed record on the camera making sure she took in the opening framing shot, before walked into the room. She was careful to try to keep the camera movements steady as she walked

around the side of the bed. As she did so she tracked the camera upwards from Jenny’s pedicured toes, following her slim calves and thighs, to the smooth silky material of her panties, before tracking upwards to Jenny’s apparently sleeping face with messy brunette hair.

Jenny moaned and rolled over in bed, first one way and then back the other, coming to rest laid on her belly with her head turned to one side on her pillow. As she tossed and turned the quilt pulled away leaving the girl almost uncovered, revealing her naked shoulders and back, with the side of a breast pressed against the mattress. Lucy tracked the camera back down her body, ribs visible on her skinny frame before reaching the girl’s pert bottom and long smooth legs.

Lucy had the camera steady, she’d reached exactly where Jenny had explained it should be, focussed on the satin crotch of Jenny’s satin panties in centre frame. Lucy admired again the shape of the smooth fabric as it spread from the girl’s bottom forwards across her pussy. Jenny’s pubic mound and slit were highlighted perfectly, like a smooth peach under the silky fabric as Jenny lay with one leg straight and the other bent slightly in front of her.

Again Lucy had to resist the strong urge to put the camera down and climb into bed with her lover, but before she did so Jenny moaned gently and a barely noticeable bulge briefly appeared in the centre of her crotch. The bulge quickly subsided but was followed by a tiny rivulet of liquid trickling downwards across the top of Jenny’s leg, gravity pulling it down to where it soaked quickly into the mattress. The whole spectacle was repeated twice more, both times a gentle rivulet of warm liquid flowing into the mattress just below Jenny’s hip and a golden wet patch started to form.

With a groan Jenny pulled both legs together and up slightly so that she was lying on her side almost in a foetal position. Now Lucy could see a thin sliver of the creamy satin fabric where the panties passed between the girl’s legs. For a few seconds Jenny seemed contented again, still appearing to be fast asleep. Then with a louder moan Lucy saw another trickle of her girlfriend’s golden pee flowing over her leg and onto the mattress below. This time didn’t immediately subside but remained as a slow release which formed two or three changing rivulets as they flowed and soaked into the mattress below. This carried on for maybe ten seconds - the same slow flow of urine escaping the apparently sleeping girl’s bladder and wetting her bed.

With a gasp Jenny suddenly rolled onto her back, raising her knees slightly apart. That allowed Lucy and her camera to catch a clear glimpse of camel toe pressing against a darkened patch of wet satin, a darkened area perfectly highlighting the path of the escaping pee from the girl’s pussy. Lucy had only a fraction of a second to appreciate the view though before Jenny clutched at the source of the flow with both hands, one on top of the other. Jenny was no longer pretending to be asleep, and muttered to herself “Oh no, shit, shit, shit, I can’t believe I’m wetting the bed, shit”.

For a second or two she kept her hands in position, before moving one hand away and spreading the fingers of the other hand apart slightly, again giving Lucy a glimpse of wet satin. Jenny relaxed allowing the slow trickle to grow and then pushed downwards squeezing a stronger flow out of her peehole. The result was a muffled but audible hiss as the warm liquid forced itself out any way it could. Golden urine flowed between Jenny’s fingers, flowing out of either side of her panties and pooling around the girl’s bottom on the mattress.

With her free hand Jenny was now massaging her left breast and causing it’s nipple to stand erect and firm. The hand on her pussy had changed it’s role, no longer trying to stem the flood but now massaging her tingling pussy though the warm, wet silky material. Jenny’s groans had turned to moans of pleasure now as her fingers adopted a rhythmic massaging motion. The flow of her pee gradually slowed and stopped, but the motion of her fingertips held steady, if anything increasing it’s pace.

Just at that moment as Lucy watched on lustfully, the action camera she was still carefully pointing at Jenny beeped three times and switched off, it’s battery finally exhausted.

“Right then” said Lucy, “Mind if I lend a hand” and without waiting for an answer stepped forwards and climbed onto the bed, laying down alongside her lover. Jenny didn’t complain, just murmuring a groan of appreciation.

Lucy planted an long sensual kiss upon Jenny’s lips and as she did so reached downwards with her closest hand to the girl’s satin panties. She reached their waistband feeling a touch of lace against her fingers and then followed the silky fabric downwards, feeling the onset of its wetness and their warmth. After a few rubs of the sopping wet fabric against Jenny’s pussy, Lucy yanked the fabric aside allowing direct access to her lover. At the same time she felt Jenny’s hand forcefully pressing the crotch of her denim dungarees into her own pussy. The feeling of rough denim being pressed hard against such a sensitive part was electrifying and made her jump, at the same time jamming her own hand hard against Jenny’s lady parts, forcing open her outer labia and coming into immediate contact with her clitoris.

Up to this point in their relationship both girls had always been gentle with each other. Their caresses had been fingertip gentle but now they realised just how amazing each other’s slightly rough touches felt. Their weekend together hadn’t been about gentleness, they’d filmed each other urinating naughtily outdoors and now vandalising indoors too. This weekend was about raw passion.

Jenny was well on the way to her orgasm, her own massaging through wet satin and now Lucy’s thrusting fingers had seen to that. Lucy was already extremely turned on just from the whole weekend’s escapades. There was no time to think about that though, not with Jenny rasping rough denim against her pussy. Jolts shot through her over stimulated nerves with every stroke, pain had never felt this pleasurable before. Lucy grabbed both of her friend’s hands and swung herself over to kneel over the girl, pinning Jenny’s hands down onto the pillows either side of her. Lucy carried on kissing Jenny passionately on her lips and neck.

As the two girls writhed about Jenny gathered her strength and pushed Lucy to the side, reversing the roles and throwing her leg over Lucy’s. As she lay down on top of the girl Lucy could feel the wet satin against her thigh and feel the dampness of the wet mattress soaking through the bum of her dungarees. Although she should of been disgusted she felt nothing of the sort. Then Jenny relaxed her hold on Lucy, sliding downwards and unbuckling the girl’s dungarees. Then she slid a hand inside, reaching down until she reached Lucy’s pussy. That gave the signal to Lucy to do the same, pulling the soggy satin away from Jenny’s skin for the second time.

The two girls roughness had now given way to smooth caresses and lingering kisses, fingertips again working out on each other’s most intimate areas. It only took a few seconds of the two girls together mirroring each others motions until they both almost simultaneously reached a long, very noisy shuddering climax.

[mickymoist 3,326]

@gldenwetgoose wonderful thanks very much!

[wetwulf 3,183]

Yessss @gldenwetgoose! A very hot "ending" to a great series. I really hope we see these girls again soon. 

[gldenwetgoose 20,212]

4 hours ago, wetwulf said:

Yessss @gldenwetgoose! A very hot "ending" to a great series. I really hope we see these girls again soon. 

Basically I wrote it over a couple of weeks a while back, never intended to write so much...  Who knows, we may get a catch up with where the girls are at now - but that's not been written yet.

Glad you like it though.