My story Part II – from bedwetting to carpet peeing

[P-girl 38]

At the age of 18, after a few more bed wetting adventures, I slowly lost my interest in this kind of wetting and started to look for even naughtier ways of peeing. One thought I had been having for a longer time was to pee in another place in my bedroom. I did not dare actually considering this before my parents left for a one-week hiking trip. I had been looking forward to this week for a long time, not because I could invite over as many friends as I wanted but mainly because I could further explore my peeing fetish.  

As soon as my parents had left, I started drinking one glass of water after another to constantly fill up my bladder with my golden juice. As soon as I felt the urge to pee, I went up to my room, undressed myself, and just kept my T-shirt on. I sat on the bed and looked around the room, not sure where to go for wee. When I looked at my carpeted floor, suddenly a very naughty idea came to my mind. How kinky would it be to just piss on the carpet? This was certainly the tabooest thing I could imagine. It would be so tricky to clean up afterwards. On the other hand, I had an entire week which should be more than enough time to clean up anything, right? My lust rapidly grew bigger, as I realized that pissing on my bedroom carpet was actually becoming an option at this thought. When I get horny that quickly, it usually gets me to a point at which I stop worrying about any potential consequences and I just want to go for it, no matter what.

Consequently, I adopted a semi-squat position in the middle of my room. I felt super excited but also a bit nervous and suddenly my urge to pee disappeared. I was familiar with this phenomenon from my previous wetting adventures. I knew that not being able to pee was quite a normal psychological reaction when there was something “wrong” about it which you haven’t done before.  I relaxed and imagined sitting on the loo instead. As this situation was new to me, it took me at least 10 more minutes though, until I felt the pressure in my bladder building up again. My anticipation and excitement were now at its maximum. I knew that I had to decide within the next few seconds weather to hold my pee or let it happen. I decided for the latter because I really WANTED to piss on my carpet at this point.

A few seconds later a thick stream of pee formed between my legs and started pattering on my bedroom carpet. I never felt naughtier than in this very moment. It was like being in a state of trance, sitting there peeing full force, listening to the hissing and pattering sounds and watching my pee quickly soaking into my carpet. As the dark patch grew bigger and bigger, my worries about ruining the carpet slowly came back to my mind so I stopped peeing. But then, however, I thought that the carpet was completely soaked with piss already and that some more wouldn’t change a thing, so I let go again which felt even naughtier. I didn’t care about anything anymore and was determined to give my carpet all the pee I had left in my body.

When my stream came to an end, I actively pressed and continued peeing for another twenty seconds until the very last drop of pee had left my bladder. I was slightly shivering from all the erotic tension that had built up inside me. I didn’t want to come yet but rather enjoy my adventure a little bit longer. I proudly observed my pee patch. A significant amount of my pee hadn’t soaked into the carpet yet and created a shiny puddle. I went closer to it and smelled the scent of my fresh urine. I put my hands into the puddle and then into my mouth. It tasted warm and salty which aroused me even more.

Then I sat right onto the puddle with my bare-naked ass. It was incredible to feel the warm wetness on my butt. I took off my short and completely lied down so I could also feel my warm piss on my naked back. I pressed again and a few more jets of pee shot out of my pussy up in the air before they landed on the carpet and parts of my naked body. I started rubbing my clit and eventually experienced the most intense orgasm of my life (yes, probably even more intense than the one from part one of this story). There I was, lying in my own pee on my bedroom carpet, shivering and happy.

After a couple of more minutes, I wiped up the pee which hadn’t yet been absorbed by the carpet with a towel which I threw into the laundry right afterwards. The rest of my piss dried by itself and did not leave any stains or noticeable odour, as it was so well diluted by all the water I drank. After ventilating my room, I couldn’t smell anything on the days after.

A few days later – I still had about three days left until my parents would return – I woke up in the middle of the night with a strong urge to pee. I was already about to head to the bathroom, when I reminded myself that there were more fun options available. I could have let go right there in my bed. But I must admit that over time I became a little bit fed up with changing and washing the sheets, so I decided against it. I looked around the room and saw some of the moon light shining on my carpeted floor. There wasn’t any visible trace from my last carpet peeing adventure, so I could as well piss on it for a second time. Thinking about this, I could literally feel the blood pumping into my crotch and my nipples becoming erect. Wouldn’t it be too risky though? Well, if I pee on the carpet in a different, “unused” area, the result should be pretty much the same as last time, right?

With that last “rational” thought, I was already thinking about which spot would be the naughtiest and the most fun. I decided to sit on the end of my bed and let it spray all over my dim-lit room (which was in a different direction than the spot where I peed the last time). I wouldn’t be able to see exactly where it goes and I could potentially also wet a few of my personal items lying around the floor. The fact that I wouldn’t know added to my excitement. I took of my undies, laid on my back, and pointed my bare-naked pussy towards my dark room. The urge had grown quite strong by now and with that I closed my eyes and let go entirely.

I could feel and hear a thick hot stream of piss shooting out of my pussy, up in the air, and pattering down on the carpet with a loud noise. Although I couldn’t see my piss stream, I knew that it’s probably forming a nice arch, hitting the ground about 1.5 metres away from me. I pressed a little more to see if I can pee even further, and I could actually here the pattering sound distancing from me for a moment. It was an absolutely incredible feeling. I could be doing this forever thought. Nevertheless, after some intense 40 seconds or so, my stream came to an end. I pressed a little more, and a few more jets landed on the carpet right in front of me. Then I couldn’t wait to rub myself to a heavenly orgasm, equally intense as the last time.

Exhausted and happy, I decided to just go back to sleep and deal with whatever mess I created in the morning. On the next day, I could see that there was a long shaped dark patch on the carpet along the direction I peed in. I saw that some used underwear lying in that area got peed on as well. Doesn’t matter, I thought, as it got peed in multiple times before. I got a little nervous though, when I discovered that also one of my schoolbooks had damp pee marks on its cover. I quickly dried it with a towel and used the blow dryer on it. I couldn’t avoid a lasting visible stain, but I managed to make it look alright. Fuck it, it still looked better than many other schoolbooks I had seen in my schooltime. Actually, the thought that next year another student would use a book which had a little bit of my dried pee on it, started to arouse me.

I used the towel to dry the carpet on its surface, at least. Then I ventilated my room at let the rest dry by itself. With two spots of pee on my carpeted floor, I could actually make out a faint piss smell when entering my room now. It became unnoticeable again after using a stain removing spray on it. When my parents returned home at the end of the week, everything looked and smelled as usual and they did not notice a thing. Anyway, when I move my nose very close to the carpet in certain areas, I can still smell a faint piss odour. I quite like that and I’m keeping it as my own little secret.

[Lutab 1,054]

Loved part 2! Hot story!