On the naughty train home

[CON2H4 595]

Damn! I've been missing some good content all this time.

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26 minutes ago, CON2H4 said:

Damn! I've been missing some good content all this time.

It's certainly worth following this story 🙂 

[gldenwetgoose 20,510]

[Hope you're ready for this...  the final part with more female pee fun.   The hottest part yet, and possible the hottest I've ever written.

Ladies in particular, I've fictionalised some uncharted (for me) territory here.  Hope I done it justice in the realism stakes.

If you haven't read up to this point, see the previous page before you carry on...]

 

Soon enough the two ladies were back in Holly’s car and back on the road.  This time Holly was driving, which left Hayley in the passenger seat, her mind free to wander on the discussions and events of the day.

“Right”  said Holly boldly, cutting through Hayley’s pleasant thoughts, “Final part of the lesson, and we’re going to take the motorway a couple of junctions home.”

“Good luck with that” laughed Hayley, “Even I know how busy it will be at this time of the afternoon".

Sure enough, ten minutes later and the two ladies were sitting stationary in the traffic.  Hayley looked across at Holly in the driving seat, catching her eye.

“Don’t worry – this is exactly what I planned” smiled Holly, “as I mentioned – the final lesson.  Obviously we’ve covered the mechanical checks at the roadside pee pitstop and we’ve covered the sneaky multistorey leak.  But there’s always the chance of an emergency which can’t be helped. Take now for an example. Crawling in traffic.  It’s not like we can jump out and squat behind the barrier, or pee into a cup.  Well you could from the passenger seat, but it’s a bit more difficult when you’re driving.”

“So what are you saying?” asked Hayley innocently, not quite sure where this scenario was leading.

Holly didn’t say a word, but then she didn’t need to.  As Hayley watched her new friend sitting in the driving seat, she saw Holly breathe in deeply and then hold her breath for a second. A look of concentration on her face which then broke into a slight smile and a deep exhale.  Hayley saw her friends abdomen which had clenched in now relax, and Holly’s knees move aside slightly, her feet still on the car pedals.  The deep exhale was followed by a series of barely audible moans. The moans were barely audible, but the unmistakeable hissing sound of liquid being expelled and hitting the lining of Holly’s skirt was certainly audible. The look of intense relief on Holly’s face was priceless, and for a few moments the car was filled with a lightning charged silence.

“Wow” gasped Holly, “I so needed that.  You see, the final lesson is that sometimes nature just has to take its course.  It’s nothing to fret about, it happens and there’s no shame in it.  Like I mentioned, my seats are protected, so feel free to have a tinkle too- you’ll feel much better for it.”

“Erm, I’m fine, I don’t think I need to go, not enough to be go in my clothes” lied Hayley.

In reality she did need to go pretty badly.  The last time she’d had a wee was when they parked up and that big coffee was making its presence felt.  Sitting in the car seat the waistband of her jeans and the seatbelt weren’t helping.  Also, Hayley knew she didn’t have another change of clothes.  She didn’t fancy being dropped off at home and having the neighbors seeing her on the doorstep with soaked jeans. It wasn’t even like she had any underwear on to absorb any wetness.

But Hayley had other thoughts on her mind.  Maybe it was one of those epiphany moments that novelists like to dramatize, but she’d suddenly realized exactly what Holly was trying to teach her. It all became crystal clear.

The first time they met on their late night train journey home, she’d tried to use the toilet but been frustrated by it being locked. She’d been a desperate helpless state and had ended up wetting her jeans. Holly had also wet her panties that night, on the train, but wasn’t in the least humiliated by it.  Had it even been deliberate? An act of defiance and power?  Back at the house Holly had shown her that pee could be something naughty, something sexy.

Hayley realized that at the petrol station when she’d lost control and flooded her panties, Holly hadn’t lost control. Holly had been in complete control and had actually chosen to flood the ground under the car. An active choice.  Another power play.  And in wetting the seat just now Hayley wondered whether her friend really had been in desperate need, she was sure what she’d witnessed was no accident.

At that moment Hayley made a few decisions.  She wasn’t going to have any more accidents.  Sure she was going to pee, maybe her clothes would get wet. But not accidents. No humiliation.  No embarrassment. No regrets.  Hayley was going to take a leaf out of Holly’s book.

 

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The rest of the way home Hayley’s mind was racing.  She made small talk with Holly of course, but her concentration was on a different planet.  Planet Horny.

Perhaps it was the realization of the afternoon’s thoughts.  Perhaps it was the constant reminder from the rough seam of her jeans into her labia.  Perhaps it was the fact that her full bladder was nearly constantly on her mind.

Finally Holly pulled up outside the girl’s house.  Hayley made her apologies, not staying around for a long chat outside the house

“Thanks for everything today – I’m going to shoot inside and not kidding, I’m going to piss like a racehorse”

Holly just smiled knowingly and gave her friend a hug and a kiss.  Hayley wasn’t kidding, her bladder was now screaming for relief and even as she was walking up the garden path she had one hand firmly clamped between her legs.  Her jeans already felt damp, at this point not with pee but with the juices her over active horny mind had been producing.

On the doorstep Hayley clenched and squirmed as she unlocked the door, squeezing through and slamming it behind her.  With her free hand she ripped open her button and zip. Then she pulled her jeans down just enough to shove her hand inside to clamp more firmly, jamming her labia closed and pressing upwards in the general area of her pee hole. Dropping her bag and kicking off her shoes in the hallway she gingerly made her way upstairs, pausing to keep her composure. At the same time using her free hand to pull her jeans down.

At the top of the stairs Hayley rushed into her bathroom, with jeans at her knees, naked and with a hand still clamped firmly over her pussy.  Ignoring the toilet she stood in front of the open shower cubicle, knees apart, leaning back slightly and released her grip.

Even before she’d moved her hand away a torrent of hot piss had jetted through her fingers, splattering noisily onto the shower cubicle floor and spraying messily onto her jeans.  Hayley didn’t care. She was in charge.  She clenched her muscles again to stem the flow, for five seconds, then ten.  Slowly she relaxed, and felt a lesser trickle leaving her pussy and trickling down the backs of her thighs.  Again she clenched and held. Hayley had never referred to her private parts as her pussy before, let alone anything stronger, but now this was different. She wasn’t weeing, she was pissing from her pussy, no actually perhaps not even pussy was strong enough.  Her cunt was producing a flood of hot piss at her command.

But Hayley didn’t want to waste the moment.  After a few more seconds clenched holding she realized she was back in control of her bladder. The worst of the urgent need had passed, although she still felt deliciously full.

 

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Half an hour later and Hayley was sat at her kitchen breakfast bar in just a dressing gown, with an empty can of fruit cider and her laptop in front of her.  She’d spent the time on the internet looking at a few adult sites, before settling on one that seemed to be a community specialising in all manner of pee related matter.

She was of course still bursting but wasn’t prepared to release just yet. She’d seen all manner of images, from guys pissing against trees and walls, to girls squatting between cars, outdoors and indoors, flooding beds, pissing on each other, everything she’d never imagined before.  Again she had one hand between her legs, only this time it wasn’t quite on her pee hole. Her heart was racing and her head buzzing, aided by the cider she’d gulped down.

Then Hayley clicked on another image and gasped. Like another lightning bolt she knew exactly what she was going to do.

At the back of her wardrobe, almost forgotten about Hayley found what she was looking for, but first she reached into her top drawer pulled out a pair of black satin panties with cute pink bows.  Then she put on the short check pleated skirt and the tight white blouse she’d reached out.  Finally at the back corner of the top drawer she pulled out her little silver bullet vibrator, a secret Santa gift from the girls at work that had made her blush.

Skipping back downstairs Hayley let herself out of her back door and to the rattan sofa in the back garden.  It had been a huge bonus getting a house that wasn’t overlooked and now was the time to make use of it.  Hayley sat down, pulling her feet up onto the sofa. She imagined it was the train home. The Naughty Train, and she’d spent the evening at the School Disco night.  She’d been flirting and flirted with, feeling incredibly horny and naughty, not to mention bursting for a piss.  That bit didn’t need too much imagination at least.

Sitting on the sofa in the cool early evening air, Hayley put her little vibe to work, running it slowly up and down the outside of her panties up and down her slit.  Fingertips on her inner thighs just made her want to wee, but she wasn’t quite ready for that. Hayley felt her nipples harden inside her blouse and used her hand to stroke them instead.  As the vibrator did it’s work she felt her pussy getting more and more slippery, her panties getting soaked in the process.

In no time at all she felt the waves crashing on the shore of the exotic beach that is an orgasm, like none she’d ever experienced before.  Each pulse and throb intensified the need to pee and as the last few waves hit she felt the familiar spurt and trickle of her bladder relaxing its hold. This time she didn’t mind.

Then the tsunami of orgasmic waves hit. The ‘Big O’.  With a muffled squeal Hayley felt the sustained gush of her piss jetting into her panties, completely flooding them.  She yanked them to the side, pushing on her bladder muscles and jetting an arc of golden piss maybe six or eight feet across the patio in front of her. Each time her arc began to die down another wave of climax hit, the arc of piss rising and falling in time with her aftershocks.

Eventually Hayley’s orgasm subsided, her pee subsided and her heart rate began to drop to normal.  She adjusted the sodden panties back into place, wiping splashes off her thighs with her hands.  Her bum was soaked, the sofa where she’d sat was soaked and a river was flowing across her patio.  But Hayley didn’t care.

Hayley just knew she needed to fill her bladder again.   

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Wow!!! That is incredibly hot 🔥! Fabulous writing. And if I wasn't somewhere quite public right now my right hand would be more than a little preoccupied 😉. And we'll done for recruiting Hayley. Hope to see her around the forums 😊

[wetwulf 3,218]

Definitely one of the hottest things you have written, and one of the hottest stories I have ever read. I know you said this was the end, but I eagerly await another hot story from you, and perhaps Hayley and Holly will return someday. 🔥