Girl's Night 7

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We finally decided to turn in for the night, and we had only been asleep for maybe an hour so when I was woken up by moaning. I sat up and looked around. Because of a nightlight that was plugged into the wall next to the basement steps, I could make out most of the room. I saw Tara just barely moving around on the couch. Her eyes were closed, so she must have been having a dream. I watched her as she lay still for a moment and then moaned again and moved just a little bit, then stopped again. Her lips were parted, and her breath was a mix of soft with small gasps when she moved. I watched curiously.

“I jus…” she mumbled, and then moved and gasped again. “Oh, I can’t hold it.” Then I heard the unmistakable dribbling sound and could see the shiny sparkle of her pee as she sighed and soaked the couch cushion under her. “Mmm, I’m peeing,” she said, her eyes still closed. “Don’t stop, ohh, yes.” Her flow continued, and I watched as she peed full force, drenching the couch again.

I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching Tara as she squirmed and moaned again while still dribbling pee into the couch. Still sitting up, I spread my legs just enough and reached under the covers to rub my slit. As Tara’s flow came to an end, I could already feel my orgasm getting closer. “That felt good,” Tara said, her eyes still closed. “You should do it, too.” I started trying to imagine what she must be dreaming about, and the image ran through my mind of her with another girl maybe licking her pussy or rubbing her as she peed. “Yeah, like that,” she said. I imagined the other girl knelt on all fours over Tara’s pussy, still licking but opening her own legs to let her pee fall freely to the floor. As my climax swept over me I let go of my bladder and sprayed a messy spray of pee all over my fingers, the blanket, and the mattress. I bit my lip to keep from screaming because I didn’t want to wake Tara or Jennifer as my warm flow soaked my legs and the mattress and crept under me and up my back. I finally finished and flopped back onto the mattress, enjoying the last few dribbles as they warmed my crotch and I drifted back to sleep.

I was woken up again to the feeling of someone crawling onto the mattress next to me. I was startled at first until I realized it was Jennifer. She noticed she had woken me and smiled. “Sorry,” she said, rolling over onto her side to face me. “I didn’t mean to wake you, but can’t let you have all the fun.” In my grogginess I wasn’t sure what she meant until seconds later I heard a soft hissing sound. And then I could feel just light pricks of wetness as she peed and her warm pee splashed onto the mattress and all over her legs. “Mmm, that’s nice,” she said.

“Scoot over here,” I said. I was surprised when she smiled, cut off her flow, and scooted closer to me, her knee and upper thigh touching my leg. Then she sighed and continued peeing, and I could really feel it now dribbling onto the mattress, splashing my leg and flowing around my butt and lower thigh. Then she surprised me again as I felt her finger gently caress my labia and then slip into my slit. “I might pee,” I said. She smiled and did not stop rubbing. I took that as a sign that she didn’t care, so I relaxed and let go. The sensation of her fingers gently caressing me and the warm dribble of my pee combined with her waning flow dripping from her crotch to the mattress was enough to have me moaning in no time until I was bucking my hips and biting my lips to hold back a scream. I looked over at her, and she was rubbing herself with her other hand, also, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. After we both finished, Jennifer made no effort to get up, and I didn’t make her. We were soon drifting off to sleep.

I had an unexpected dream after that. I was back at the beach house at Hilton Head, and my mom was there, too, with Evan. In my dream, I’m standing out on the balcony, naked, spraying my pee off the deck when Evan steps up behind me. He grabs me gently by the shoulders and turns me around. I’m still peeing but down my legs now. Evan is also naked and fully erect. I see my mom behind him, smiling, naked as well. “It’s okay,” she says. Evan groans and a stream of hot pee sprays out of his big dick, all over my tummy, and dribbles down to join my own flow from my slit down my legs. Then he moves forward, and he is quickly inside of me. “He feels so good, doesn’t he?” my mom says. I only moan in reply, but I can see her behind him as she squats on the deck and blasts a strong stream of pee all over the wood, making a big stain and laughing as she watches us. Evan pulls out of me, turns me around, and enters me again from behind. “Go ahead and pee,” my mom says. “You know you want to.” I lean back into him and start peeing again, letting it dribble down my legs and his cock. He groans and I swear even though it’s a dream I can feel him just fill me up with his semen and I finally break my silence and call out.

Which woke me up. I sat up and looked around the room. Sunlight was creeping from the upstairs to the bottom of the basement stairway. Jennifer was still snoozing on the mattress next to me. I looked over at the couch where Tara had been, but it was empty. I could see now how badly she had soaked her couch. Only a few spots of the upper part resembled the original color. The rest was darkened by her many wettings. Confused by her absence, though, I tried to listen for any sounds upstairs, and I thought I heard moaning. I closed my eyes and shook my head thinking maybe it was my dream still hanging on, but when I opened them the sound continued. I stood up and Jennifer stirred a little as she rolled over on her stomach, but she did not wake up. I heard a hissing and burbling sound and knew she was wetting the mattress again.

The moaning continued, and I walked to the steps to listen more closely. Right away I recognized the moaning as Tara’s, so I crept up the steps and into the upper room, which was the front room of her house. I still did not see her, but the sound was getting louder. I followed it, but quietly, until I could see down the hallway to her bedroom. The door was open and I could see Tara laying on her back on the floor and her husband between her legs, his ass on full display as he pounded her. They didn’t see me, even though I lingered and watched. I couldn’t help it as I felt my pussy getting wet again, just hearing her cries of pleasure and watching him hump her with such eagerness. He stopped, though, and moved beside her onto his back. She climbed onto him and reached down to guide him back into her, moaning again.

Feeling bold, I took a few steps down the hallway. Tara’s back was to me, and her husband couldn’t seem me at all because she was blocking his view. So all I had to do was be quiet and they might never know I was there. Tara arched her back and leaned back onto her hands as she lifted her pelvis and rode him. He moaned, now, adding to her sounds of pleasure. Then she sat back up, placing her hands on his chest and raising her ass up and down slowly. Then she was saying something, and I couldn’t make it out perfectly, but it sounded like, “Do you want me to do it?” I heard his answer perfectly.

“Yes,” he said.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“My god, yes,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. I crept a little closer to get a better look and snuck into the bathroom doorway. I peeked my head out and I watched as Tara lifted her butt just enough that I could see his penis beneath her, the tip of it still right at her vagina. Then she sighed and a clear flow of pee fell from between her legs and splashed all over his penis, testicles, and thighs and dribbled to the floor. “Ohhh, my god I’ve been holding that for so long. Ohhhh.” Her flow became a strong spray that I could see splashing messily from her slit and all over his stomach and groin.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he said. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back down onto him, even though she was still peeing. I touched my labia and slipped my fingers into my soaking slit as I watched them. I also realized I had not yet emptied my morning bladder, but I stood there and continued to watch them. This time she laid her entire body over him, still writhing her hips and ass. I could see his penis as he moved in and out of her, wet with her pee. He grabbed her ass and controlled her thrusts and soon they were both crying out “Oh, I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna come,” he yelled as he ejaculated into her and she screamed her pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, either, and I climaxed quietly and secretly as I watched them. I also couldn’t hold my bladder anymore, so I held my legs together and let it flow just as quietly as my orgasm, down my legs and to the tile floor under my feet. It pooled around me and I moaned again as I had another weaker but still pleasurable orgasm.

I heard their bedroom door shut, so I shut the bathroom door, found a towel to soak up my mess on the floor, and decided to take a bath. I wondered if they had seen me. A part of me hoped they had.

[MrSonata 208]

Great as always. This is a great series. 

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1 hour ago, MrSonata said:

Great as always. This is a great series. 

Thank you. I am reading your Jenny and Sarah series again. I hope you write more stories soon.