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43 minutes ago, steve25805 said:

But if readers would like to hear more, I may add further letters in due course.

Dear Sue,

As a long-time reader and contributor, I would love to hear more. It is very erotic to think about the private lives of our attractive teachers, and to now know that many of them also enjoy peeing just makes it even more of a turn on. I hope you will share more, and I hope the weekend's erotic escapades will not be your last.

[steve25805 125,663]

Well in response to popular demand, I thought I'd continue my account of our weekend of pissing fun.

Here is a reminder of who we are....

From left to right, Amanda, Sue (me) and Anabel. Joined of course by our more camera shy husbands,

Anyway, having had our fun in the living room, urinating against the wall and on the carpet and all over the sofa, we cracked open a crate of lager and started drinking. Normally I am more into wine but we figured that high volume drinks would be better for more frequent peeing. Anabel suggested that it would all be more fun if we all got naked, which seemed like such an erotically good idea to the rest of us. So we all disrobed, tossing our clothes into a corner. 

We chatted about our new interest in peeing and read some letters from this magazine. And we three ladies were sitting upon the peed on sofa, our bums wet with pee which just added an extra buzz. As we kept drinking cans of lager.

Of course nature took it's course and in a while we all needed to pee again. I suggested that we go and christen another room, and led us all into the dining room, the centrepiece of which was a large glass dining table. Amanda's husband immediately suggested that all three of us ladies get up on it together and pee on it. Well it sounded like a good idea to me so the three of us got up onto the table and squatted upon it facing each other. The guys decided to lay underneath the table, obviously eager to watch us peeing on the glass surface from underneath. 

Well within seconds of each other, the three of us were urinating upon the surface, three loud hissy pees. The sound of it splashing down upon the glass filled the room, the puddle upon the surface growing rapidly larger. Soon our pee was flowing off the edge in several places and splashing down onto the carpet. Some of it was splashing upon my husbands legs.

When we were done we climbed down off the table, grinning at the sight of our pee continuing to flow over the sides in several mini waterfalls onto the carpet.

When the guys' turn came to pee, I suggested they use the kitchen floor. And so we all went out into my spacious kitchen where each of us ladies took hold of our respective husband's penises and aimed into the general direction of the middle of the room. Then they all started pissing, as we ladies gleefully aimed their dicks around so that they peed all over the tiled floor. That floor was covered in piss, a massive puddle, by the time they were done.

After that we carried on drinking, chatting about this and that, all naked. We got fairly tipsy by the time we decided to turn in, but just before that another pee had to be had by all. 

Anabel stole my husband and led him out into the kitchen as the rest of us followed. Then she opened the door of the fridge and took the liberty of taking my husband's penis into her hand to aim it towards the open fridge which was full of foodstuffs. We were all drunk enough by now to find this very funny,  but none of us thought he was actually going to pee in our own fridge. Until he actually did! Which all just seemed very funny yet also very erotic due to the sheer outrageous naughtiness of it. There was one of my best friends, holding my husband's penis, laughing with drunken delight as she had him pee in our fridge all over the food and milk and stuff in there.

The other two guys were more restrained by comparison, making do with peeing against the dining room wall, myself and Amanda lending our hands. Another room with wall paper ruined.

Amanda and I then just casually lowered ourselves into a squat over the floor, and did a long hissy pee on the dining room carpet in tandem.

Anabel was even more outrageous though. She climbed up onto the glass table and squatted near it's edge, and started peeing from that height all over the carpet. From several feet up the sound of her piss splashing down onto the carpet was pretty loud. Amanda and I took it upon ourselves to reach out into that hot torrent, delighting in the feel of Anabel's piss splashing all over our hands.

After that, each couple retired to seperate bedrooms to crash out, though not before having great sex in our case. The same was probably true of the others.

The pissing fun would resume on Saturday, the following day.

[wetwulf 3,322]

2 hours ago, steve25805 said:

The pissing fun would resume on Saturday, the following day.

Dear Sue,

Bless you for sharing more with us. I hope you will be happy to share the rest of the weekend's fun with us, as well. I know our readers will agree that your story is one of the hottest to ever be told here.

[Lutab 1,051]

Great story hope you keep writing it 🙂

[steve25805 125,663]

Dear Wet Carpet.

Sue here again relating the account of myself and my two friends Anabel and Amanda and our husbands enjoying a pee party at my place.

Well on Saturday morning we all woke up, and did all the the usual stuff in the bathroom. Except peeing of course. We were saving that for downstairs. And we all quickly agreed that we might as well stay naked. It was more erotic that way, plus more fun peeing and especially watching others doing it in the nude.

Anyway, we all ended up downstairs in the living room and quite badly needing to go. There were still several large wet patches on the carpet, and the sofa was still wet. After a night in bed dehydrating our morning pees were going to be very yellow so it is a good job we are replacing anything not easy to clean.

Well I and the two other ladies could not wait any longer, so we deliberately each found a dry patch of carpet and squatted down. And in moments with a loud hissing and splashing sound all three of us were urinating on my living room carpet again. It was brilliant fun.

The guys were a bit more inventive. Each of them peeing with one of us ladies doing the holding and aiming for them. My husband, dick held by Anabel, peed all over one of the armchairs, Anabel grinning with glee as she aimed it all around.

I took hold of Amanda's husband's penis and had him pee all over the coffee table. Before he was done his piss was flowing off the edge onto the carpet. 

Amanda herself was soon holding and aiming Anabel's husband's penis as he peed against the wall.

After that we all headed into the kitchen to make coffee, our bare feet trodding in the previous evening's pee all over the floor. The dining room table was still covered in pee too. 

We were going to drink many more cups of coffee to both rehydrate and fill our bladders. Later we'd switch to alhohol.

I will tell you about our next peeing session in my next letter.

Sue. 

Edited April 13, 2022 by steve25805

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Dear Wet Carpet.

I'm Emma, a 22 year old blonde lingerie model. This is me....

I have been seeing this older guy in his early 30s, a highly paid accountant. And I know accountants have a reputation for being boring, but this guy is anything but. The sex is fantastic, and he never ceases to surprise me.

Well last night we returned to his place from the wine bar and were frollicking naked in the bedroom when I had to pee. I jokingly complained and apologised about the boring interruption, having to go to the bathroom. That's when he told me not to bother. He said I should just do it right there on the floor.

Well I was drunk enough not to be shocked and just found the notion of me doing that on his floor funny. I did ask if he was sure. Did he really want me to pee right there beside his bed? On the carpet? He just told me to go right ahead.

And I thought why not? He seems to want me to do it and it's not my pigging carpet, lol. Besides, he can afford to get it cleaned or replaced.

And so, a part of me aware that my mother might not be proud if she could see me now, I squatted beside his bed, experiencing a perverse thrill at what I was about to do. 

And then I did it. With the usual loud hissy sound we girlies often make when we go, I was actually peeing right there on the carpet. I couldn't believe I was actually doing it but what a total buzz. My golden spray was splashing down, an ever growing wet patch forming and spreading. My pee was hitting the carpet faster than it could be absorbed and a large glistening yellow puddle was forming beneath me as my torrent pattered down, the splashing sound growing louder in response. And he was watching me do it with a gleeful grin. Clearly he was enjoying the show. I jokingly called him a perv, at which point he laughingly pointed out that I was the one actually doing the pissing with a big grin on my face. I guess he had a point. Because I was actually getting off on it.

I peed for ages too, flooding a large area of the carpet beside his bed. When I was done I stood up and admired the huge mess I'd made before getting back onto the bed with him. And we had great sex again.

What he doesn't know is that when I woke up in the middle of the night to pee again, I thought I might just as well use the carpet once more, lol. Well I'd already pissed on it hours earlier and it was still wet so why not? 

I've never peed on some guy's carpet before. It was fun. I hope he asks me to do it again.

 

[steve25805 125,663]

Dear Wet Carpet

Sue again. Not sure if I have the energy to type a long letter. But I will tell you about the next pissing session indulged in by myself and my two friends Amanda and Anabel and our husbands.

We were all still naked after drinking numerous coffees, our clothes in a jumbled heap in the corner of the living room. Well clothes can be washed right? And none of us were planning to put them on for a while. So we had the idea of placing them in the middle of the living room and peeing all over them. First each of us ladies held a penis as the guys stood around the pile of clothing, aiming as they peed all over the clothes. Then we three ladies took position and did a standing pee all over the clothes.

When I picked them all up afterwards to take into the kitchen to put a first batch into the wash, urine was dripping from them all over me and the floor as I went.

And to be fair this will probably be my last letter about our weekend pissing adventure. We all carried on urinating all over the place but further blow by blow accounts will start sounding repetitive. Suffice it to say we all kept peeing on the living room and dining room carpets, which by Sunday were audibly squelching under our bare feet wherever we walked on them. We also peed against the walls, all over the tables and furniture, all over the kitchen floor which was absolutely flooded. We peed in kitchen cupboards and against the living room curtains. After a little too much to drink, Anabel decided that it would be rather fun to open my oven door and from a standing position urinate in it, swaying her hips to spray her shower all around. Was great fun to watch.

By the end of the weekend the downstairs carpets and furniture were utterly ruined. Good job we were going to be clearing them out.

I have certainly never had so much fun just peeing everywhere with total abandon.

Edited April 19, 2022 by steve25805

[steve25805 125,663]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a happily married guy, my wife a curvy blonde aged 39. We have a couple of kids but our house rule is that our bedroom is out of bounds without knocking.

Not really sure how it started, but for years now my wife has had a particular habit that may interest your readers.

She doesn't do it often, just occasionally, though I secretly look forward to such moments. 

Usually she does it when the kids are asleep and doesnt want to wake them. At such moments, if she needs to pee, instead of making noise by going out to the bathroom, she just nonchalantly squats in the corner of the bedroom and pees on the floor. On the carpet. She does it like it is no big deal and just a normal thing to do. She has been doing it on and off for years. 

I know most ladies do not just squat and pee on their bedroom carpets, but I love the matter of fact way my wife just does it. She is a very hissy pisser too and it often sounds very loud in the quiet of late night. She invariably creates a massive puddle that takes several days to dry out and lends the room a mildly pissy aroma. But it fades after a while.

A couple of times when we have been up late in the living room with the kids asleep upstairs, instead of going up to the bathroom to pee, she chose a corner of the living room, pulled her jeans and panties down whilst dropping down into a squat, and peed right there on the living room carpet. And as usual just did it like it was perfectly normal. 

I don't know if she knows I enjoy watching her doing it, but I laways look forward to such naughty yet matter of fact carpet pissings. 

The thing is it never seems to have occurred to my wife that there is anything in any way wrong about such behaviour. I am afraid to talk about that with her incase I inadvertently guilt trip her into no longer doing it. The last thing I want is for her to stop.

[steve25805 125,663]

Dear Wet Carpet

I have been living in a shared rented house with two other young women, all three of us students. We don't want to reveal our identities, but here is a rear view photo of us taken by one of our guy friends.....

We kind of got an exhibitionist thrill out of being naked for his camera, and owed him a favour anyway because he'd loaned us the money for our deposit.

Anyway, not using our real names, I am the blonde on the left and I shall call myself Maria. Let's call the one in the middle Emma and the one on the right Janet.

Well the house we were renting was nice, well furnished and carpeted by private landlord standards. But unfortunately, the landlord himself, twice our age, proved to be a bit of a perv and a pest, forever making increasingly unsubtle sexual advances towards one or other of us. We refused of course in no uncertain terms. 

Once he finally got the message, he turned nasty and gave us two months notice. We almost knew that he would not return our deposit, so we stopped paying rent to get it back that way. Things became very acrimonious. 

Well during our last week there we were all having a few drinks one evening and talking about what a twat the landlord was. In mid rant, Janet announced that she had to go upstairs for a pee, and Emma and myself agreed that we needed to go as well. So the usual girly thing of us all going to the bathroom together. That is until Janet had a more amusing idea.

"The landlord's a fucking dick, right? So why don't we save ourselves the bother of going upstairs and just go here?"

Emma and I laughed and asked with some incredulity but also amusement if she was serious.

"The landlord's a pervy twat, right? Been pestering us for months with his unwelcome advances, and now he is kicking us out in revenge for us refusing him. What a total and absolute creep. So fuck it, let's just piss on his carpet. Why the fuck not? It's what the twat deserves."

Well, since she put it like that it kind of made sense.

So we all picked a different spot in the living room, crouched down with our knickers around our knees, and started pissing. All three of us were gleefully urinating right there on the carpet. And I actually found it quite stimulating to be so naughty. The hissy sound of the three of us peeing, and the sight and sound of it all splashing down onto increasingly sodden patches of the carpet was surprisingly erotic.

Well I think we all enjoyed doing it and decided at that moment that we were going to seriously piss him off by peeing everwhere before we left. 

In our last few days in the property we peed on that carpet so much that almost every inch of it was so saturated that we could hear squelching as we walked on it. We told friends what we were doing to piss the landlord off, "piss" being the operative word. Any who visited were invited to pee anywhere too. The guys mostly peed against the walls, ruining the wallpaper, the girls generally peeing on the floor. And not just the living room floor with it's ruined carpet either. We peed all over the kitchen and bathroom floors too, as did visiting friends, without ever having the slightest intention of mopping it up. These floors were before long covered in lakes of yellow pee. We peed on our own bedroom carpets as well. 

On our last night, just before going to bed - since we were not going to need to sit on it anymore, - we deliberately peed all over the sofa and armchairs. When we awoke the following morning, by prior agreement we each peed on our beds, ruining the matresses. By the time we left, our last duty being to return the keys to the landlord's address, the house we'd just been evicted from was stinking of piss.

He was in for a nasty surprise when he went to check it out. Lol. Serves the pervy twat right.


 

[steve25805 125,663]

Dear Wet Carpet.

I am a lucky guy, with a glamour model for a girlfriend. I think she looks absolutely beautiful. Judge for yourselves....

And we have a secret understanding. Her thing, her naughty pleasure, is to have me watch as she pees on our kitchen floor. She does it often. And leaves me to clean it up. That's the deal. She gets to pee on the kitchen floor for fun. I get to watch. And I am the one who mops it up afterwards. To see such a gorgeous beauty squatting and peeing on the floor is such a turn on, and clearly she gets a kick out of it too. 

Sometimes, she does it when I am not there and just leaves it for me to find. Numerous times I have come home to find a large yellow puddle in the middle of the kitchen floor. Which I have to clean up naturally. 

If we are upstairs, she will tend to pee on the bathroom floor instead. It really is quite outrageously naughty to see her ignoring the toilet which is right there as she squats peeing on the floor a couple of feet in front of it.

We don't do the peeing on carpets thing at all, at least not at home. We don't want to fuck up our own carpets. But on those occasions when we have spent the night together in hotel rooms, I will often move a wardrobe so she can pee there on the carpet, before covering up the often large puddle again. Or else we simply move the bed so she can pee on the carpet where the bed was, before moving it back into place. I don't actually think she has ever peed in a hotel toilet, she just does it on the carpet.

At home, as well as the kitchen and bathroom floors, I have on occasions persuaded her to get up and pee on the kitchen table. She admits that she enjoys doing things like that.

And wherever she pees, she takes pleasure in watching me clean it up afterwards, getting some sort of buzz out of having a man do that for her after she has just peed in some random place. 

Especially enjoyable have been those occasions when we have arrived home drunk after a night in the pub, and she has wanted to piss all over me in the kitchen. There really is nothing more erotic than the sight, sound, and feel of her hot yellow piss spraying forcefully onto my face as she stands above and astride me with a big grin on her face. One time we were so shitfaced drunk that I actually persuaded her to squat over my face and piss in my mouth. I gulped down as much of it as I could, but half of it still ended up on the kitchen floor all around my head. But yeah, I did actually drink her hot piss right from the source.

When we are down the pub, if we can find a quiet table and seats in some corner somewhere, instead of going to the toilet she will just pull her panties aside and pee under the table onto the carpet. Or else she will sometimes just grab my beer glass and piss in that, obliging me to dispose of it for her by drinking it.

I guess she is kind of a dominant pisser, a giver rather than a reciever. She does the pissing and I do the cleaning up afterwards. Or she does the pissing and I'm the one getting wet. Or she does the pissing and I drink it for her.

But if any other guys out there have a girlfriend as beautiful as mine, wouldn't you gladly drink her piss too?

 

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

First of all, big thank you to those of you who have followed my story since the beginning. I have received a few private messages from long-term readers who have asked, "But what about your mother?" So I thought I would use this post to give you an update. But of course I didn't learn this stuff until after some of the things that happened with me, Shannon, and Lora (which I will return to, I promise).

When I finally spoke to Mom on the phone again, she sounded out of breath. She was hesitant to give me details but finally said, "Let's just say it's been a really good night." I laughed and then she said, "You might not want to hear this, but I've never had so many orgasms in one night in my life!"

"It's okay, Mom. I told you I'm really happy you're enjoying yourself."

"Thank you," Mom said. "Anna, he gave me permission to pee anywhere I want in his house." Mom giggled, and I felt so much joy for her because I could tell she was genuinely happy and free to live out her peeing fantasy. "I peed on his living room carpet as soon as we got here, and he did, too. I peed in his bed before and after we had sex… and during." Mom said that last part quietly as if she was embarrassed. While listening to her, I was sitting naked on the sofa at Shannon's house, and since a wild night had already led to the sofa getting very soaked (more on that later, as I promised), I just opened my legs and peed fully into the cushion, enjoying the warmth on my bottom. "How has your evening been?" Mom asked.

"Wonderful," I said. "I'm relaxing on Shannon's sofa right now and pissing myself." I sighed to show my relief and pleasure.

"What a coincidence!" Mom said. "I'm relaxing on Luke's sofa right now and we just… well, you know." I laughed. "So I might as well…." I could hear my mother moving around and then "Oh!" followed by a faint hissing and splashing sound. Then I could hear what sounded like a growling sound and then Luke's voice saying something about how amazing she looked. "Mmm, it feels amazing," Mom said. "Hey now, I'm on the phone, and I'm still peeing. Ohhhh my god, okay, so you're going to rub me while I pee then. Mmmm." There was a thud sound. "Oh, shit, I dropped the phone. Mmm, screw it, she can hang up. Ohhh, fuck yes, that feels good." Luke mumbled something else and my mother gasped. I don't know why, but I didn't hang up right away. "Yes," Mom said. Then she moaned loudly. "Oh my god, you're fucking me in my own piss! Ohhh!" I could hear both of them grunting and panting, so I finally hung up.

Shannon walked in then, also still completely naked. "Lora is passed out in the bed," she said as she sat on the other end of the sofa. "What's up with you? You look flushed." Without saying anything, I moved across the sofa until my body was pressed close to hers and I leaned in to kiss her. Shannon opened her mouth, and soon my tongue was touching hers. Then I reached down and touched her right thigh, gently nudging it, and she opened her legs. I started to rub her slit gently. "Ohhh, that feels good, but I have to pee," Shannon said.

"So pee then," I said and continued rubbing her. I kissed her deeply and leaned her back further as I laid over her, slipping my fingers further into her pussy. I heard her moan and then could feel wetness soaking my fingers and could hear the wet sloshing of my fingers rubbing her as she started to soak the sofa cushion. Then it stopped abruptly.

Shannon grabbed me and pulled me back even closer to her until she was laying back fully on the sofa with my body over her. She took my hand away and we adjusted our bodies so that I was between her legs and our pussies were touching. Shannon started to kiss my left breast, and she moaned again, and I could feel her warm pee splashing up onto my pussy.

"Ohh, shit," I said. "God that feels so fucking good." I writhed my hips, rubbing my slit against her soaking wet pussy, just barely feeling her protruding clit. "I'm gonna pee, too," I said. "Oh!" I cried as I let go, my stream dribbling softly onto her already soaking wet pussy. Then we both started moving more vigorously, and I felt like I could cum soon.

"Wait," Shannon said. "You know what I want." She grinned at me, and yes, I did know. I climbed off of her and ran to Shannon's bedroom. Lying there in the soaking wet bed next to Loren (who was snoring softly) I saw what I had come to know all about in our previous bit of fun (I promise, I will tell you all about it): Shannon's double sided dildo. I grabbed it and rushed back to the sofa.

Shannon was sitting back on her end of the sofa, her plump but beautiful legs spread and pulled back, rubbing her pussy gently. I could see the sizable wet stain between her legs from our mutual piss soaking into the cushions. I sat on the sofa next to her and reclined similarly, holding the dildo between us. Then our legs touched, and I couldn't help but gasp from the pleasurable feeling of her soft skin against mine. We scooted closer to each other as we both grabbed our end of the dildo. I slid it into my already soaking pussy, easing the tip and then the head into my pussy. I heard Shannon moan and looked up to see her sliding her end past the head and to the shaft. I scooted my bottom closer to her, sliding the dildo deeper into my pussy and hers and bringing our asses closer to each other.

"Ohhh, holy fuck," Shannon said. With the dildo securely into both of our pussies, our hands were free to explore our own and each other's body. With one hand I caressed Shannon's thigh as we writhed and moaned and with the other I rubbed my clit. Shannon had one hand on each of my thighs and kept pulling me closer and closer to her until our bottoms were touching. I could also feel the wetness of the sofa cushion beneath me. Soon we were panting again, and I could tell that Shannon would cum soon. "Ohh shit, mmm, I'm gonna. AAAAAAHHHH!" As she screamed, she scooted back and slid the dildo out, and a strong stream of pee splashed up and onto both of us.

That did it for me. I slid the dildo in and out more vigorously and rubbed my slit as Shannon's warm pee soaked my fingers and my pussy, until soon I was also screaming as I climaxed, bucking my hips and still working the dildo in and out of my pussy. When I finally finished, I slid the dildo out and then relaxed and peed fully, not caring as it soaked my legs and the sofa cushion.

"Oh my god, that was amazing," Shannon said. "Can we just stay here forever?" I giggled.

"I will if you will," I said.

That's enough for now. Next time I'll tell you what happened before that with me, Shannon, and Lora.

[hentaixt 1,579]

Hello, Wet Carpet.
I need advice.

So it seems that my two daughters have started down the path to openly peeing. I am unsure where they picked it up, but both are clearly enthralled by it. I will give the information I have so you can tell me the best course of action.
My oldest daughter was the one I saw first. It was about two weeks ago and I was doing laundry. I had just finished folding some of her underwear and was delivering it. I slid open the door, not knowing she was in there at the time. I was shocked to see her standing naked in the middle of the room with a thick streaming torrent crashing into the carpet. I have actually seen pressure washers with less force and I swore she was going to tear a hole in the floor. Thankfully the noise was so loud she did not notice me and was clearly enjoying herself, she lifted her arms to a high stretch showing off her prodigious chest; large enough to be seen from behind. I just closed the door slowly and returned later. It was empty this time, but the evidence of the aftermath could not be denied. The patch was over SIXTY centimeters and yes, the fibers in the middle were thin and worn. I did not say anything to her and it was not hard for me to hide that I witnessed it.
The other daughter is more rebellious. I have heard the term "lawfully evil" and this suits her quite well. Since this was a second incident and so... so, brazen.... Let me just explain. It was the following weekend, I was cleaning house and moving from finishing the bathroom, down the hall to get the vacuum. As I passed by her closed door, I heard a strange sound. I could not really identify it, as it seemed out of place for an indoor setting. I gently knocked and when I did not get an answer after a few seconds I cautiously entered the room. I did not make it past the thresh-hold. Once the door was open I saw my daughter, on the floor, legs spread wide facing towards the door, naked from the chest down (she was wearing a crop shirt), her hands behind her to support her pose. From between her legs, beneath her very red trimmed pubes was an arc of urine. It launched forward across a surprising distance, and was splashing heavily against a framed poster. Now, I want to make sure that you understand, this poster is a small; only twenty-eight by forty-three centimeters and mounted at just below eye level for an average person. She was more than a TWO meters from the wall and hitting it forcefully at that height enough to make it rattle. When I appeared she locked eyes with me, but did nothing, just stared. After a few seconds the stream drooped and stopped. We never lost eye contact; I stepped out of the room pulling the door shut. I stood outside, still holding the handle, and was actually physically startled when the sound returned with MORE intensity than before.

I am at a loss. I have always encouraged my girls to explore and be themselves. How do I explain to / show them, that I DO NOT approve, but also WILL NOT stop them?

 

 

I need responses soon, I will write again this weekend to say how it goes.
Sincerely,
Mother May I

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

I am usually an anxious and shy person, especially when it comes to something private like peeing or sex. However, a curiosity inspired by something I witnessed at work, which I'll mention in a moment, led me to this site and these letters. After reading through a few, I knew I needed to share some things that have happened recently.

First, a bit about myself (without revealing too much). I am a 37 year old brunette, definitely pudgy,  but I still turn a few heads, mostly because of my DD breasts and round bottom. I work for an answering service on the sixth floor an office building with about 200 other people. There are two bathrooms on this floor, one men's and one women's. Most of the 200 people are women, so it is not uncommon during breaks to see a line forming if you don't get there quick enough.

This leads to my first story. During one of these breaks, one of the toilets was out of order. The stall door was locked with a sign on it. I heard several of my coworkers curse, and of course this made the line move much slower. I saw a few women leave the line and still have no idea if they went to a different floor or what happened. I wasn't nearly bursting like some of the other women, but I definitely needed to go. As I finally reached the bathroom entrance, I realized that the out of order toilet was running constantly and loudly, and there were splashes of water on the floor around the toilet bowl.

I was standing near the sinks waiting when I heard someone say, "Oh, fuck this, I'm not about to piss myself." I turned and saw one of my coworkers lifting her skirt, pulling her panties down, and then carefully lifting herself up onto the counter to move her bottom over the sink nearest her. Then she sighed and we could all hear a strong stream of pee spray into the sink. "I dare any of you bitches to tattle on me," she said. "It's not my fault they can't give us better facilities." Everyone else just shrugged, except for another woman who was holding herself desperately and looking around.

"I can't!" she shouted. "I can't hold it any longer!" Then she just yanked her slacks and panties down, squatted, and started to pee right there on the floor.

By now, I was starting to feel desperate, which is leading me to the second thing. As I watched these two women just brazenly piss in naughty places, it brought to mind many of these letters and stories, and I have to admit I started to feel wet in a much different way. I didn't feel like I was desperate enough to allow myself to pee so openly in front of everyone, but I knew I wanted to do something bold.

Finally, one of the stalls became free, and it was my turn. Even better, it was one of the stalls next to the out of order stall. I looked down and saw that a small puddle of water was forming on the floor from the splashes of water. Feeling bold and very aroused by now, I slid my panties down and sat on the toilet. But then I scooted forward and before I could even stop myself I just relaxed and let my pee stream overshoot the toilet bowl and splash onto the floor. I couldn't hold back a soft moan as I just peed freely like this, knowing I was adding to the mess but not caring. It didn't last long, but I also felt so riled up that I knew only a few strokes of my clit would bring me to climax, so while sitting on the toilet after having peed on the floor and with coworkers still right outside my stall, I rubbed my slit and had a quiet but still very pleasurable orgasm.

And that was that. Since then I haven't had another opportunity to be naughty at work, but as I write this I am beginning to think of other ways I could pee in naughty places. Maybe I'll have more stories to share later.

Jackie

 

 

Edited May 6, 2022 by wetwulf

[Paulypeeps 5,282]

Dear Mother May I

I think that the first issue you need to resolve is what it is that you do not approve of. There is quite a lot going on here.

• Do you disapprove of the nakedness? Perhaps you feel that your daughters should pee while fully dressed because there are places where it would not be appropriate for women to be naked.
• Do you disapprove of the noise they are making? Perhaps you feel that your daughters should make a little less noise when they pee to avoid drawing attention to themselves.
• Do you disapprove of the excessive wear and tear on the carpet? Do you feel that your daughters should pee on the carpet a little more gently to avoid spoiling the pile.

I am sure that if you consider these points it will be reasonably easy to have a conversation with each of your daughters to address the relevant issue. Perhaps an occasional demonstration by yourself of how to pee around the house responsibly will help the situation. Clearly your daughters are keen to explore things and are learning, just a little guidance is all they need and soon they will be peeing and wetting themselves just like their mother!

Auntie Paulypeeps

[hentaixt 1,579]

This is Mother May I, I know I said I would write this weekend, but things did not go as planned. It will make sense as I explain events. First, I read the advice by PaulyPeeps and was instantly mortified. I had never considered the prospect of them wetting their clothes AS WELL AS whatever they were sitting on or standing over. This became the worst-case scenario to be avoided at all costs. Second, as for what I find disapproval in; it is activity as whole. Nothing in my life would ever possess me to think of relieving myself in that manner. I am no stranger to camping and have done that sort of thing in the outdoors, but in a house seems so unsanitary. HOWEVER, I was concerned and determined to understand.
My daughters were both out Friday evening and would be home well after I went to bed. I had thought about it and decided I needed to see if I could find the appeal or even rationalize the act. I looked around the house for what I considered a comfortable test location. Somewhere I felt I could squat and pee without feeling out of place. It was very difficult, but I found a spot on some older carpet that was in the back hallway. It has needed replaced for some time, but it is the path in from the backyard and as a result intended to collect dirt. The hall has a sharp corner and when I dropped down there it felt very natural for whatever reason. I began drinking water in preparation as I sat down to watch some shows. Slowly things progressed, but it was almost like knowing what I was going to do kept me from needing to go as quickly. After a while I grew tired of water and decided to get a cola, I do not drink much soda as it tends to "go through me" as they say, but this was a good chance for that to help. Finally about three hours in, I felt like I could go, but it was not remotely urgent. I had put a skirt on to make this all easier, I could sit on my furniture without my butt being bare and I would not have to raise and lower pants if this took multiple attempts... which it very much did. I was visibly shaking on the initial go, I squatted and waited with my skirt tossed round my legs. I stared, I waited, the shakes persisted, I glanced at my watch and realized time was not moving normally. After several minutes passed, my legs were aching, so I gave up. I got another soda and sat down to my shows again. A few more hours and I felt the actual NEED to go. Moved again from my chair to the spot in the hall, no shaking this time, but my heart was a little fast, I thought it was just the caffeine. Again, I held my pose... disappointed I returned to my shows, with one last soda. I have not had three soft drinks in as many months and now this was my third in several hours. Which it had now been about five, I had about another four before midnight and I ran out of time. I chased the pop with more water and began feeling discomfort from my bladder along with the excess liquid in my stomach. It was around one more hour and I was fidgeting. I tried and failed to use the hallway. The more anxious I became, my urge to go increased rapidly. I decided this experiment required some assistance. I walked to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Instantly I was ready to release, I carefully let out a few drops, just to know it was right there and dashed back to the hall. I squatted and everything locked up again. I did the same a second time and only managed a dribble, probably just what I had let leak out before leaving the restroom. I thought about putting down some towels, thinking it was just the mess that was preventing me. I came to regret not doing that very shortly, but I was committed to the actual activity as intended. Just like Alice said, "I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it." Feeling defeated I started pacing the house, I could not sit still at this point anyway. I was getting shivers; my skirt was pressed forward by the bulge inside me. I physically had to stop and double over as I crossed the living room and I rushed to the hall lifting my skirt as I ran. I slid into the corner, but where before I was facing toward it, now my back was against it. My muscles lost control, pee spurted out in a few stutters, then there was no stopping. My breathing was so ragged, it took me a few seconds to find my balance, all the while my stream splattered everywhere with my movements. I was finally doing it. My hissing strong flow was way more than the low pile was expecting and it pooled and spread... and spread... and spread. I watched in terror, I could do nothing to abate myself. The damage would be significant and I had no idea how long I had left to go; my pelvis was numb from holding it in so long. I began to cry. Big sobbing tears rolled down my face, dripping into the lake around my feet, every heaving breath made me quake and sent my effluence in all directions. I wept well after I finished, my ankles collapsed and fell with a literally splash into the spent pee. I should have gotten those towels earlier, but it was far too late for that now. My skirt got drenched and I just sat there, the temperature slowly falling as the urine cooled around me. When I finally felt ready I stood and walked away, raining droplets as I went. I stripped and got a shower for a LONG time. I kept stressing so much about the clean-up while trying to relax that I finally returned to the corner without even drying off. The area was not just damp, the fluid was still raised above the fibers. I went the garage and got the wet / dry vacuum and did what I could to fix my mistake. Once I ultimately determined there was nothing else to be done, I put on my pajamas and instantly fell asleep in my bed.
Morning arrived and I surveyed the permanent stain. I had more than decided this was not for me and not good for my home. I confronted the girls at breakfast. My older daughter was embarrassed and angry that I did not tell her I knew. My youngest reacted indifferently, but that was expected. I told them how I felt and that I was not upset with either of them for what they did or even if they choose to continue doing it. All I asked it that they be more considerate of the home where they lived and were raised. My youngest one just left the table and never said anything. The older one, did not take it well. We argued mostly about invasion of privacy and me over-stepping boundaries. It took two day for everyone to calm down and that was today. She apologized for getting angry and fighting, she said nothing about what had initiated the quarrel, so I know she felt no remorse for soiling the floor of her room. I had to wait for the evening to sit down and write all this out. On a happy note though, my younger daughter seemed to understand. She really is "lawfully evil," I had just gotten home and was making my way down to put away my things. I see my daughter standing in the doorway of the bathroom with her pants lying on the ground. As I got closer I could hear that similar sound again. When she saw me this time, she turned and gave me a big smile before returning her focus to in front of her. I slowed and stopped behind her to see what was happening. From the entrance, she was shooting a high arc over the top of the shower door and into the stall behind. The splashing was all contained as she had closed the door before starting, but you could see it going everywhere inside through the glass. I gave her a light kiss on the cheek and went on with what I was doing.

[Paulypeeps 5,282]

Dear Mother May I

It would appear that you still have a few hang-ups when it comes to peeing. You need to practice more to get better control of your bladder - not being able to go when you want to can be just as bad as going when you don't want to. You let yourself get desperate so you did not fully appreciate what your daughters are feeling, and left yourself with a much bigger puddle than you wanted. You should practice more before you can properly evaluate what it is like to pee freely.

It looks like you have resolved your relationship with your youngest daughter, and clearly she respects you.

As for your oldest daughter, I feel she is feeling a little ashamed about being caught peeing. Clearly your assertions that it is O.K. to pee as long as she respects to house have not resolved the issue she has of being caught doing something she knows you disprove of. She clearly feels perfectly comfortable peeing full blast on to her bedroom carpet, and cannot see a way forward. I think that the answer in this situation is to try and encourage moderation. I suspect that she has some hang-ups herself and is holding off peeing until the last minute resulting in a very strong stream and a big puddle, and her hang-ups clearly reflect yours.

Now that you have peed on the carpet once, and have seen what the medium term effect is, and appreciate that it was the result of doing such a big pee all in one place rather like your eldest daughter does, you really need to persevere and try to get full control of your bladder. I feel that the only way to fully restore your relationship with your eldest daughter is to show her by demonstration how to pee around the house responsibly, how to just stand and pee little and often, and gently, in different places around the house. This needs to be done sooner rather than later to avoid the rift between you and your eldest daughter getting ever more resentful.

Perhaps something to try is to keep well hydrated, and use the toilet as normal, but a few minutes after you have peed in the toilet try standing somewhere in the house and just relax and see if you can let out a little pee. You won't be able to do much since you recently peed, but will be able to relax more easily knowing you won't be making a flood. Perhaps try doing it first in your eldest daughter's room where you know the carpet has already been peed on. Gradually increase the length of time that you try this after using the toilet, and then try starting and stopping. I am sure that in less than a week you will be able to have full control and will be able to just pee whenever you want to.

Once you have full control just occasionally casually and nonchalantly stand and pee in front of your eldest daughter. I am sure that she will notice even if she does not straight away acknowledge it, and you will probably see a change in her behaviour.

Auntie Paulypeeps.

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet,

Anna here again. As promised, I will tell you about my wild and wet evening with Shannon and Lora.

I was pleased to learn that Shannon lived in a townhouse just outside of town. If you're not familiar with townhouses, they are similar to large apartments, but instead of rent the resident owns the townhouse and pays a mortgage, as well as property taxes. Shannon's home was on the far left of the building and was an adorable two-story unit with blue exterior walls and white trim in the window sills and door frame. I noticed there were only a few cars parked in front of some of the other townhouses further down.

"Good," Shannon said, "looks like my neighbors aren't home." I looked at her, confused, until she leaned close to me and whispered, "It means we don't have to be quiet." Then she winked, and I gasped.

As Shannon unlocked her front door, I could feel the nervous sexual energy between the three of us building again, and sure enough as soon as we were in her front room, Shannon grabbed both me and Lora by the hand and pulled us further into the room. It was furnished with a large sofa, a recliner, a soft leather chair, and a long wooden coffee table. I didn't have time to really admire the room before Shannon yanked us both closer to her, and soon I felt her lips on my neck. I heard Lora moan and looked over to see that Shannon was already grabbing between Lora's legs, rubbing the damp crotch of her Capri pants. In response, Lora grabbed one of Shannon's breasts and started rubbing it, as well.

"Wait," Shannon said. "We need to hydrate." She suddenly broke away from us and walked out of the room, leaving both me and Lora with surprised looks on our faces. Lora glanced at me, and then she blushed and smiled. She was so cute, I had to touch her. I walked to her, wrapped my arms around her round hips, and pulled her closer to me. I could feel the softness of her breasts even through our tops and bras. Then I ran my hand up her side, into her shirt, and up her back. Lora surprised me by sighing to show her pleasure and then leaning in to touch her lips to mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues touched softly. Then we heard Shannon behind us. She was holding three 1 liter bottles of water.

"Well, well," she said, smiling wickedly. "Looks like you two are already setting the mood." She set one of the bottles down on the table, and then handed one to me and one to Lora. "Drink up. Let's make it even more fun." Shannon picked the bottle up from the table, twisted the cap, and took a long drink. Lora followed her lead, and then I did the same. The water was cold but not too cold to drink quickly. We all stopped after about thirty seconds of drinking, wiping our mouths and giggling. "Now," Shannon said, "can I get in on that action?" I smiled at her.

"Absolutely," I said. Shannon giggled with excitement.

"Hang on," she said. Then she pulled off her shirt and quickly reached back and unsnapped her bra, yanked it off, and tossed it onto the floor. "I love walking around my house topless," she said. "Feel free to set yours free, too!" Lora and I did not even hesitate, and soon all three of us were standing there topless in the middle of Shannon's living room. We moved closer to each other, almost in unison, and I could not hold back a moan after feeling the softness of both Lora's and Shannon's tits touching mine.

I turned and kissed Shannon first, sliding my tongue into her mouth and feeling her tongue dance around with mine. Then I felt Lora's lips on my neck and then up to meet mine and Shannon's lips. We both kissed and licked each other's lips and mouth for a little while, deliberately moving so that our bare breasts brushed against each other. Then Shannon broke away and started to kiss my breasts as I kissed Lora's lips again. Shannon stopped and said, "More water." We stopped kissing and all reached for our bottles and took another big drink.

"I'm already feeling it," Lora said. Shannon looked at me and winked. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but when she walked back towards Lora, I followed her. Then Shannon rushed at Lora with a very lustful look in her eyes and kissed her forcefully. As she kissed her, she also nudged her backwards until she had her pinned against the wall. I heard a surprised squeal come from Lora beneath Shannon's forceful but very erotic kisses. I joined them by leaning in and kissing Lora's right breast, carefully licking and sucking her nipple. She moaned again. Then I reached down and grabbed the waistband of her Capri leggings and panties and eased them over her round bottom.

Shannon finally broke their kiss and started to kiss and suck on Lora's neck and upper chest. "Oh my god," Shannon said. "You two… I need to… ohhh…." Lora could barely form a sentence as I slid her leggings and panties all the way down to her feet, kissing her belly and her inner thighs as I did so. She kicked her pants and panties off and was now completely naked and completely at our mercy.

Shannon reached down and started to rub Lora's slit, and I could already hear the squishy wetness down there. I went back to kissing her breasts and her upper chest. Lora whined again. "Ohhh god, that feels… so good. But I'm not going to be able to… hold it much longer. Mmm." Shannon looked at Lora, another lustful grin crossing her face.

"Can you do that thing you did at the theater while I rub you." Lora's eyes widened and she smiled and nodded. "Do it," Shannon said. "Piss on my wall while I rub you." Lora moaned again as she arched her back and stuck her bottom out just enough to press her bare ass against the wall behind her. Shannon moved with her and went back to rubbing Lora's wet slit. Then Lora reached out a hand and touched my pussy, as well. I leaned in, placing my hand on Lora's lower back just above her ass, and we all three started kissing again. 

I reached my other hand to the back waistband of Shannon's leggings and slid my hand down, easing the leggings and panties down just enough to get my hand down past her ass. Shannon helped me by using her other hand to slide her leggings and panties down far enough that I could reach her pussy from behind. I started to rub her wet slit, occasionally letting my fingers slip into her pussy. She moaned in response.

"Oh god," Lora said. "I can't take it anymore. Oh!" Suddenly a loud hissing sound filled the room, followed by a splashing as Lora's hot piss sprayed out of her and flowed messily against and down the wall and to the floor. "Ahhh! Ohhh my god, I can't believe I'm pissing on your wall!" As Lora peed, Shannon continued to rub Lora's pussy. Shannon moved my hand away, kicking her own leggings and panties off. Since I was the only one still wearing clothes on my bottom half, I stepped out of my skirt and panties and then rejoined them, leaning in again to kiss Lora as she kept peeing. 

I felt Shannon's hand on my bare ass as she nudged me closer to Lora. I realized then what she wanted as I saw her nearly straddling Lora's left leg. I stepped forward, now feeling Lora's puddle under my feet and gentle splashes on my bare legs, as well as Shannon's bare leg brushing against mine. I was finally hovering over Lora's right leg when Shannon said, "Ohh fuck, here it comes." She sighed and then I both saw and felt the messy stream of warm pee spray out of Shannon's pussy and splash all over Lora's leg. Lora nearly screamed with pleasure.

I wasn't feeling desperate, but I knew I could pee, and of course I wanted to. So as I continued to kiss Lora's, I moaned and just let go. I felt my warm pee dribble out of me and splash onto Lora's leg. By this point, Lora was moaning as I kissed her and as Shannon rubbed her pussy and kissed her breasts. Still peeing, I knelt down just enough to feel my pussy against Lora's bare leg, and she responded by raising up just enough to add pressure from her now soaking wet leg against my pussy. I felt an oncoming orgasm, and hearing both Shannon and Lora moaning in ecstasy meant it wouldn't be long.

"Ohhhh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Lora said, and then she was screaming and bucking against us. I felt something wet splash at our feet, and then Shannon was screaming, as well, until finally I felt my climax coming, so I closed my eyes and rode Lora's leg until I cried out and sprayed another warm burst of pee as I came.

Afterwards, the three of us just kind of stood there, holding each other up and laughing. Our legs and feet (and pussies) were soaked, but none of us minded. Shannon was the first to move over to the recliner. She flopped down onto it and smiled a very joyful smile.

"That was great, ladies," she said. As she sat there, she sighed and right away pee seeped from her naked pussy and soaked into the recliner cushion between her legs. "And we're just getting started," she said. "Drink up." Shannon pointed at the water bottles, grabbed her own, and took another long drink. Lora and I grabbed out water bottles and sat on opposite ends of the sofa, none of us bothering to get dressed.

"I can't believe this, but I need to pee again already," Lora said. Shannon smiled at her.

"Go ahead," Shannon said. Lora looked hesitant only for a second, but then she scooted back and relaxed more deeply into the sofa until soon a small dribble of pee splashed from her naked pussy briefly and soaked into the cushion.

"Mmm, that feels nice," Lora said. She giggled, and I felt my heart flutter again.

"So, Lora," Shannon said. "Tell us more about your sister and her roommate." Lora was taking a drink of her water, and after Shannon's question she made a coughing sound.

"Ummm… what?" she said. "I told you. We got drunk and peed ourselves."

"Hmm," Shannon said. "I know you did. But I kind of felt like there was more to the story." Shannon looked at Lora with her stunning and piercing eyes.

"I'd like to hear more," I said and looked at Lora, as well.

"We need more details," Shannon said. "What happened after all three of you just decided to piss yourselves? Did you sleep like that? And how did it feel having soaked panties? Did your sister and her roommate enjoy it? Come on, give us more."

"Umm," Lora said, "yeah, we didn't clean up or anything right after we peed. Um, I remember my sister saying something about how good it felt and how she was still too tired to get up. And I think her roommate said something like, 'Yep, same.'"

"And what about you?" Shannon asked. Lora blushed and peered at the floor, but she also smiled.

"You just know how to get me talking, don't you?" Lora said. Shannon just grinned. "I thought it felt amazing," Lora said. "I never told my sister or her roommate, but when I was peeing myself, I thought I was going to cum. And then I stayed in my wet panties and waited until they fell asleep, and I… um… rubbed myself and had an orgasm. And… I peed myself again."

"I knew it!" Shannon said. "I knew you were too quick to enjoy pissing yourself with us." Lora blushed again but her smile grew wider. "I told Anna you were one of us and not to worry."

"Nope," I said, "she definitely enjoys it." As I said this, Lora smiled at me, winked, and then sighed as she peed more into the sofa cushion. Unable to resist that smile, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips as she continued to pee.

"How about we finish our water and take this to the bedroom?" Shannon said.

I think I'll leave it at that until next time.

Anna

[steve25805 125,663]

Dear Wet Carpet.

We are a young couple in our 20s. My wife is an attractive blonde who is very much an exhibitionist, who loves to be filmed whilst being naughty, and very much has a thing about peeing. She loves to pee anywhere with total abandon whilst I take pics or vids. 

We are not into doing it at home, except for a rare handful of occasions when we've been drunk and she thought it would be fun to pee all over the kitchen floor. And guess who had to clean that up? Yep, me. 

Most of the time though we rent cheap hotel rooms or bed and breakfasts, the kind of places that still take cash and where we can give false names. Then we go out to the nearest pub, and bring more drinks back with us. Which is when the fun really begins. She gets naked and pees wherever the hell she feels like doing it. On the carpet. Against the wall. In the cubboards. On the furniture. All with me filming or taking pics. In the morning when we no longer need to sleep in it it is her custom to piss on the bed, delighting in the ruination of the mattress.

Sorry I cannot show much in the way of pics. It is our personal collection and she is reluctant to be identified. But here is a pic we took especially for you. At a hotel we stayed in in Cardiff last night, I took this rear view pic of her enjoying a piss on the sofa....

She loves doing things like that. 

I must spend a fortune in hotel bills every year. But it's worth it to get to see her doing things like this.

 

[hentaixt 1,579]

Hello all, this is Mother May I writing for probably the last time. I wanted to let you know that things have gone well since I reached out and got assistance here. I had not been here since the last post, so this is the first I saw of Paulypeep's reply. Let this post show you how it all turned out, I think we are doing just fine now. There have been a few hiccups and I thought you might enjoy hearing about them. As you know my youngest daughter caught on quickly and adjusted her behaviors for openly peeing. There was one day I arrived home to see her window open and an unmistakable jet of pee shooting through it well into the yard. This would have been perfectly acceptable if not for the fact that her window faces the front of the house. I might have even been okay with it later in the day, but it was making such a scene that the neighbor’s dog had come to our yard and was standing there barking loudly at the stream. I had to make up an excuse about finding an old giant squirt gun in storage. Now it just seems silly in retrospect. My older daughter had a similar incident, well not with getting seen... better if I just tell you. I had been working out in my garden for a while and came in with some fresh veggies. I headed to the kitchen and find my older daughter standing naked again, yes she does most her peeing with no clothes, over my good large party punch bowl with spigot. I immediately stopped in my tracks as her hard, fast stream was swirling around inside and starting to overflow the lip. I was shocked more about my bowl, but when she noticed me there her eyes went WIDE. "Wait! Not what you think, hang on let me finish." She continued to excessively overfill the container and form a puddle on the tiles, she stopped and then started again with another full blast for about five more seconds. This had the effect of sloshing the already full receptacle and splashing out more pee. She shook her hips, and ran for the cupboard where the bowl usually stays. Throwing open the doors, her large boobs shaking everywhere, and there on the shelf is a NEW punch bowl. "I bought you a replacement since the old one drips. I thought it would be big enough t-to hold... allll~..." she trailed off here as she noticed the amount outside the container. I smiled and gave her a big hug to thank her for at least trying and the replacement. As to your concerns about my older daughter holding too long, this has always been the nature of her releases. I just never knew the force involved because it was always done in the proper location. So yes, things have improved. Both my daughters can enjoy this new hobby and I do not have to worry about things getting ruined. Though, saying that I do have one more story from my younger daughter.
I had come back from dinner with a friend one evening and my youngest met me at the door as soon as I opened it. "Oh good, you're home. I'm sorry. I had to try... I di-didn't think I could even. I-I'm... I~," I calmed her, she is not a very vocal person, so this was serious. I put down my jacket and she led the way down the hall to her room. When I looked inside nothing seemed amiss. I looked at her confused. She turned away from me and pointed at the ceiling. Sure enough there was evidence of dampness, to anyone else it would look like a roof leak got out of hand. Now, once again to clarify, my daughter's room has a vaulted ceiling. From ground level to highest flat is about five meters and sure enough that is where the mark was located. I chided her and then chuckled, "Don't know if you never try?" This set her back to normal and we laughed for few good minutes. "You are going up there to repaint it though." She agreed that was fair and promised to be more careful.
So there you go, it seems all is good in the "May I" house now. I appreciate the feedback I got from my messages, if I had not posted here I could have been miserable and in dire states. My eldest did find my stain in the back hall and when she asked I told what I did, she understood and sort explained why and what she got out of doing it. "It's really about empowerment, I can do it when / where -ever I want... if I'm careful. I enjoy being naked too, I love these massive boobs that I got from you. And believe me, STANDING TO PEE is very LIBERATING." My youngest has made two female friends that are of similar persuasion. They enjoy the freedom when visiting that their parents would not allow like I do. While I still do not approve or enjoy doing that indoors, I have started "watering my garden" and "picking wild flowers" on the rare occasion.

 

Edited June 4, 2022 by hentaixt

[Ms. Tito 2,376]

5 hours ago, hentaixt said:

Hello all, this is Mother May I writing for probably the last time. I wanted to let you know that things have gone well since I reached out and got assistance here. I had not been here since the last post, so this is the first I saw of Paulypeep's reply. Let this post show you how it all turned out, I think we are doing just fine now. There have been a few hiccups and I thought you might enjoy hearing about them. As you know my youngest daughter caught on quickly and adjusted her behaviors for openly peeing. There was one day I arrived home to see her window open and an unmistakable jet of pee shooting through it well into the yard. This would have been perfectly acceptable if not for the fact that her window faces the front of the house. I might have even been okay with it later in the day, but it was making such a scene that the neighbor’s dog had come to our yard and was standing there barking loudly at the stream. I had to make up an excuse about finding an old giant squirt gun in storage. Now it just seems silly in retrospect. My older daughter had a similar incident, well not with getting seen... better if I just tell you. I had been working out in my garden for a while and came in with some fresh veggies. I headed to the kitchen and find my older daughter standing naked again, yes she does most her peeing with no clothes, over my good large party punch bowl with spigot. I immediately stopped in my tracks as her hard, fast stream was swirling around inside and starting to overflow the lip. I was shocked more about my bowl, but when she noticed me there her eyes went WIDE. "Wait! Not what you think, hang on let me finish." She continued to excessively overfill the container and form a puddle on the tiles, she stopped and then started again with another full blast for about five more seconds. This had the effect of sloshing the already full receptacle and splashing out more pee. She shook her hips, and ran for the cupboard where the bowl usually stays. Throwing open the doors, her large boobs shaking everywhere, and there on the shelf is a NEW punch bowl. "I bought you a replacement since the old one drips. I thought it would be big enough t-to hold... allll~..." she trailed off here as she noticed the amount outside the container. I smiled and gave her a big hug to thank her for at least trying and the replacement. As to your concerns about my older daughter holding too long, this has always been the nature of her releases. I just never knew the force involved because it was always done in the proper location. So yes, things have improved. Both my daughters can enjoy this new hobby and I do not have to worry about things getting ruined. Though, saying that I do have one more story from my younger daughter.
I had come back from dinner with a friend one evening and my youngest met me at the door as soon as I opened it. "Oh good, you're home. I'm sorry. I had to try... I di-didn't think I could even. I-I'm... I~," I calmed her, she is not a very vocal person, so this was serious. I put down my jacket and she led the way down the hall to her room. When I looked inside nothing seemed amiss. I looked at her confused. She turned away from me and pointed at the ceiling. Sure enough there was evidence of dampness, to anyone else it would look like a roof leak got out of hand. Now, once again to clarify, my daughter's room has a vaulted ceiling. From ground level to highest flat is about five meters and sure enough that is where the mark was located. I chided her and then chuckled, "Don't know if you never try?" This set her back to normal and we laughed for few good minutes. "You are going up there to repaint it though." She agreed that was fair and promised to be more careful.
So there you go, it seems all is good in the "May I" house now. I appreciate the feedback I got from my messages, if I had not posted here I could have been miserable and in dire states. My eldest did find my stain in the back hall and when she asked I told what I did, she understood and sort explained why and what she got out of doing it. "It's really about empowerment, I can do it when / where -ever I want... if I'm careful. I enjoy being naked too, I love these massive boobs that I got from you. And believe me, STANDING TO PEE is very LIBERATING." My youngest has made two female friends that are of similar persuasion. They enjoy the freedom when visiting that their parents would not allow like I do. While I still do not approve or enjoy doing that indoors, I have started "watering my garden" and "picking wild flowers" on the rare occasion.

 

This one is great

[Bacardi 10,108]

23 hours ago, Ms. Tito said:

This one is great

Yes!! I am invested 💯

And, if it's not too much, i would really like to know how the daughters got into openly peeing too 🤭

[hentaixt 1,579]

I'd do some more... Just need to get the ideas rolling. Give me a week or 2 and I'll see what I can do.

46 minutes ago, Bacardi said:

Yes!! I am invested 💯

And, if it's not too much, i would really like to know how the daughters got into openly peeing too 🤭

 

[Bacardi 10,108]

Just now, hentaixt said:

I'd do some more... Just need to get the ideas rolling. Give me a week or 2 and I'll see what I can do.

 

No problem! I am happy that you are even just considering 😍 thanks so much!

[wetwulf 3,322]

15 hours ago, hentaixt said:

I'd do some more... Just need to get the ideas rolling. Give me a week or 2 and I'll see what I can do.

 

Take your time. Greatness requires patience. ☺️

[wetwulf 3,322]

Dear Wet Carpet, 

Hello, it's Anna again. I suppose I'll get right to where I left off. If you're new to my story, go back and read my past letters.

Shannon led us out of the living room, the three of us still naked, and then down the hallway to a room on the left. As soon as we entered, I realized it looked familiar and remembered the party I attended with Shannon and the special room that was designed to resemble her own bedroom. There were minor differences, but honestly the likeness was uncanny. I felt my pussy twitch as I recalled the events of that night. Shannon must have detected my feelings because she smiled at me.

"Reminding you of something?" she said. I nodded, and she took my hand and led me over to the bed, which was made neatly, the overs pulled perfect over the bed and tucked beneath the pillows. Lora walked over to the other side and seemed to be admiring the bed. Shannon reached at the top and yanked down the cover and top sheet and pulled them down to the foot of the bed. "Tonight, we will be soaking this bed." Lora gasped.

"But… it's so nice," she said. Shannon shrugged.

"The sheets and covers can be washed, and there is an absorbent mattress protector over the mattress. So we can enjoy ourselves all night long if we want and not have to worry about the mess." Lora's eyes widened. "Wetter is always better, don't you think?" Shannon smiled at Lora and flopped down on her back onto the bed and scooted until she was laying in the middle of the bed. Then she bent her knees and spread her legs, moaned and breathed out as a heavy spray of pee squirted out of her with a loud hiss and splashed onto the bed, already creating a dark puddle between her legs. "Ohh god, I love this," Shannon said. Lora and I watched her as she peed unashamedly, soaking the sheets beneath her. Then she stopped and sighed. 

Shannon sat up just enough to reach her hands down between her legs and started rubbing the piss from her puddle all over her pussy. Then she looked at me. "Top drawer," she said, panting. "I have some surprises for you." I walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. There were dildos of various sizes and shapes, as well as a few small bullet vibes and a few other items I did not recognize. "Toss me a vibe," Shannon said. I reached for a pink one, and that's when I saw it: a double-sided dildo. It was long and flexible, made to resemble penises on both ends.

I gasped and removed it from the drawer along with the pink vibe. My eyes were wide with surprise, and as soon as I held it up, Lora gasped, as well. Shannon giggled. "Surprise!" she said. I tossed the pink vibrator to Shannon and looked at Lora as I held the dildo, feeling both eager and uncertain.

"Would you… like to try it out with me?" I asked. Lora stared at it a moment and then smiled.

"Yes," she said. "But I really need to pee," she said. I approached her and pressed my body against hers. She moaned and then I leaned in and kissed her. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced. Lora made a whining sound, but she did not interrupt our kissing. I heard a buzzing sound, and just out of the corner of my eye I could see Shannon laying back on the bed, legs spread, working the vibe around her pussy lips and her clit. I reached the dildo down and rubbed the tip of one end along Lora's pussy. She moaned again and instinctively moved her hips forward.

The buzzing stopped, and I noticed that Shannon was walking over to her dresser. I returned my focus to kissing Lora, however, and to moving the dildo gently along her pussy. Then I sensed Shannon behind me as she lifted something above my head and seconds later a blindfold covered my face. "You still trust me, right?" Shannon asked.

"Yes," I said.

"And do you trust Lora?" Shannon asked.

"Yes," I repeated.

"Then let us pleasure you," Shannon said. She took my arm, gently led me to the bed, and helped me lay down. Unable to see, I felt the wetness from Shannon's pee earlier against my back and bottom. Two sets of hands started to rub my body in various places: my breasts, my shoulders, and lower on my thighs and around my lower tummy and pussy. Then I felt the bed sink a little to my right and then my left, and I knew without looking that someone (I guessed Shannon) was kneeling over me.  Soon my guess was confirmed as I could sense Shannon's pussy just above my face. The buzzing of the vibrator started again, and I instinctively stuck out my tongue until I could feel it touch her labia. She moaned and knelt down just enough for my tongue to enter her pussy. I grabbed Shannon's ass with both hands and licked her pussy eagerly.

Next, I felt Lora crawling onto the bed near my feet and then the smoothness of her legs as she scooted up closer to me. "I'm sorry, but I'm about to burst," she said. "Oh!" I felt a warm wet spray on my legs and tummy that eventually trickled down over my pussy. All I could do was moan as Shannon continued to rub her pussy lips against my mouth and tongue. "Ohhh my god, it's so much," Lora said, still soaking me and the bed with her heavy gush of piss. Then it ended, and I felt Shannon shift forward just a little but still keeping her pussy within reach of my tongue followed by the startling but incredible buzz of the vibrator at the edge of my soaking wet slit.

"Go ahead," Shannon said. "Slide it in." After she said this, I felt something slowly enter my pussy: the dildo. I moaned again as Lora eased it into me. Then she moved again on the bed, and I could feel her wrapping her thick thighs around my hips and scooting closer, followed by a slight movement of the dildo, which made me moan again. Then she started to buck her hips. I did the same until the two of us were writhing our bodies closer and closer to each other, driving the dildo deeper into each of our pussies.

"Oh my god," Lora called out. "Mmm, this feels so fucking good." Shannon continued to rock her hips, as well, rubbing her wet pussy lips across my mouth and tongue. I could tell her breathing was becoming more rapid until she started to whine and pant. The vibrator stopped as Shannon removed it from my clit.

"Oh shit!" Shannon cried out. "I'm gonna cum! Ahhhh!" As she screamed, Shannon lifted her bottom off my face, and I felt another warm and wet stream spray my breasts and belly. "Ohhh holy shit!" Shannon shouted again as the stream continued, soaking down my tummy and to my pussy and splashing mine and Lora's legs. Lora and I increased our thrusts, and soon I could hear Lora moaning louder. Shannon moved again, and I could feel her naked breasts against my lower tummy as she was obviously crawling over me and down to my pussy. I heard the vibrator buzz again and anticipated its touch, but instead I heard Lora gasp.

"Ohhhhh fuck that's so good," Lora said. Then I felt Shannon's tongue on my clit,  and I gasped, as well. I knew my orgasm was close, and since Shannon was no longer straddling my face, I knew with her tongue on my clit and the dildo in my pussy, I would be screaming.

"Mmmm, please don't stop," I said. "Mmm… I want to… cum all over your tongue." I felt Shannon's soft laughter as she kept licking around my clit.

Lora's thrusts increased and she was scooting even closer until the dildo was so deep in both of us that our pussies were nearly touching. I realized that Shannon must have been licking both of us, and this brought me even closer to climax. I returned Lora's thrusts and soon I was moaning.

"Ohhh, yes," I said, "just like that." I reached down and grabbed Lora's thighs and pulled her as close to me as I could. "Oh! Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! OHHhhh!" I felt a squirt of pee as I orgasmed and could both feel and hear it splash against Shannon's face. I screamed and let it all out.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" Lora screamed, as well. "I'm gonna… AAAAAAaaaah!" After her scream, I could feel her writhing with pleasure, sliding away from me just a little as she went quiet for a few seconds and then screamed again. I felt the shift in the dildo as she must have removed it, and I could feel her shaking and still whining and moaning softly. "Holy fuck that was the best orgasm I've ever had," she said. "I need to…." Without even finishing her sentence, Lora sighed, and I could feel her warm pee soak both our pussies and the bed between us. Shannon crawled off of me, so I sat up and removed the blindfold.

The bed was soaked, as were all three of us. I sat up and was now facing Lora with Shannon sitting on the side of the bed next to me. Shannon leaned in to kiss me and at the same time Lora leaned in. The three of us kissed gently and tenderly.

"We're gonna have so much fun together," Shannon said. "You are spending the night, right?" I nodded enthusiastically. Lora's face reddened but she smiled.

"Of course," she said. "But after that, I need some rest." Shannon and I both laughed.

"As long as you don't mind resting in a wet bed," Shannon said.

"I don't," Lora said and giggled. "Wouldn't be the first time." Both Shannon and I looked at her, our mouths open in shock, then we laughed.

More stories later if you want them.

Anna