Public Jeans And Leggings Wetting

From Wet In Public we have three great public wetting movies. The first Wet In Public movie stars Kate we have had her before in Three Wet In Public Movies and Wet In Public Peeing Movies. Today she is in the street in her leopard print leggings. She is walking down the street and is desperate to pee she really does look like she enjoys doing these movies. She walks in to a park and has her hand in her crotch she is desperate to pee, she stops and then starts to pee her pee is flowing down her legs and splashing on the ground and she has a big pee stain on her bottom. She finishes peeing in her leggings and starts to walk off she is such a natural public wetter and just look at her lovely pee soaked leggings as she is walking. See Kate peeing in her leggings here.

The Next Wet In Public Movie we have is a jeans peeing. She is in her jeans and walking around she needs to pee but there are no toilets around. This lady from Wet In Public looks so shy she is not a great public pisser. She walks around and she is getting more and more desperate to pee there are just too many people around for her to relive herself though. She finds a playground and she needs to go bad she stands with her bottom towards us and starts to pee in her jeans she really is trying to hide so no one can see her peeing in her jeans in public. See the public jeans peeing movie here.

The last Wet In Public movie stars a red head in red tights, she is in the park and needs to pee she goes over to the toilets but finds them locked. She hobbles over to a wall stands so no one can see her and starts to pee in her tights. As she is peeing we can see her panties underneath and as her pee flows through them it is running down her legs and must be soaking into her boots too. It is a lovely flood of pee and there are people behind her that don’t know that she is peeing herself. She finishes peeing in her tights and walks away with no one the wiser a great sneaky public wetting. See the tights peeing movie here.

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Posted on 02.25.13
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Female Desperation Movies From Ineed2pee

From Ineed2pee we have some great female desperation movies. We start off with Lily Anna she is in a job interview and desperate to pee. She is sitting in the seat and you can see she is desperate she is bouncing a little and crossing and uncrossing her legs. The longer she sits there answering questing the more desperate to pee that she is becoming she crosses and uncrosses her legs and is bouncing. She is about to explode. She sits in the chair and she is to desperate to move, she starts to pee in her pants. How embarrassing she is peeing her pants in a job interview if only she had gone to the bathroom before the interview. Watch Lily Anne desperate here.

The next Ineed2pee female desperation movie is also a interview situation. This stars Gummi. She is in a short dress and sitting in her interview, she has her hands between her legs and is looking very uncomfortable her bladder is full and she has nowhere to go. Sitting like she is, is also putting lots of extra pressure on her bladder. She is getting more and more desperate and has no choice to stand to relieve a little pressure she sits again but its is to much she has to stand and as she does pee starts to trickle down her legs. Poor Gummi she is peeing in her short dress and panties from desperation. See Gummi Desperate and peeing here.

The last Ineed2pee female desperation movie stars Ryan the story goes “Ryan and her sexy girlfriends are coming home and Ryan is driving, when she feels an urge within her bladder. Her friends tease her and try to make drip drop water sounds but Ryan focuses all her mind on resisting the urge to pee. How embarrassing it would be not only to pee in front of her friends, but while driving and in her own car! Finally she has no choice but to pull over, jump outside and pee right there; she doesn’t quite make it and wet piss streams down her favorite skirt and bare legs. She removes her soaked panties and pass it to her friends, they don’t look really happy. “It is a great female desperation movie from the female desperation masters. Watch Ryan Desperate and peeing here.

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Posted on 02.21.13
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Richie Peeing In Her Shorts

From Wet and Pissy we have this great shorts pissing movie starring Richie. We have had some great Wet And Pissy movies in the past. If you have missed them you can check out the shorts peeing ones in Wet And Pissy Shorts And Pussy Pissing and  Peeing Movies From Wet And Pissy. Today Richie is standing in her tight shorts and is rubbing her pussy through the denim. As she is rubbing her pussy  she lets out a little spurt and rubs herself harder she really is getting in to this just look at how much she is enjoying it.

She has started to pee in her shorts, what was a little spurt of pee is now a flood, her piss is exploding through her shorts and splashing on the ground. As she is peeing she is rubbing her piss soaked crotch and her pee is flowing all over her hands. She keeps on peeing and her shorts are getting more and more soaked just look at the mess her legs are, they soaked in her pee and her soaks are wet too.

She finishes peeing in her shorts and sits in her piss puddle, her shorts are dark and shining she starts to rub her empty bladder and then rubs her breasts she is one pissy wet lady. She takes off her top and then unbuttons her piss soaked shorts to show us her wet pussy and we get a great shot of her socks soaked in pee too. A great shorts peeing movie from Wet And Pissy.

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Posted on 02.18.13
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Bed Wetting Lesbians And Jeans Peeing

From HD Wetting we have a lesbian bed wetting movie to start off, we have had some great bed wetting movies from HD Wetting in the past, if you have missed them check out Peeing In Her Bed while Playing, Bed Wetting Friends, and Bed Wetting Movie And Lesbian Peeing.  Sosha is sleeping in the bed, Mary Jane joins her and starts kissing Sosha to wake her up. They start to make out and are both getting so excited. Sosha needs to pee and starts to pee in her panties over Mary Jane her warm pee is covering Mary Jane’s belly and then running into the quilt. This makes them more and more horny and with Mary Jane wet with piss Mary Jane starts to lick Sosha, this is great she is licking Sosha and I bet there is warm piss on Sosha’s body too. They keep kissing and then Mary Jane pulls Sosha’s pissed in panties down and we get to see her wet pussy, a great HD Wetting movie with bed wetting. See Sosha being peed on in bed here.

Next up we have some jeans peeing pictures. Sosha is desperate to pee she goes into the bathroom and undoes her top button but when she tries to pull down the zipper it is stuck. She is to desperate for this she needs to pee now, she struggles trying to force it down but it won’t budge she is getting more and more desperate, she can’t hold much longer she keeps on struggling. Her  bladder is to full and can’t hold on any longer and she starts to pee in her jeans. her pee runs down her legs and puddles on the floor soaking her feet too, a great jeans wetting from HD Wetting. See Sosha peeing in her jeans here.

Last from HD Wetting  we have some more bed wetting, this time it is Sosha and Alisha. Alisha enters the bedroom with Sosha sleeping and starts to kiss Sosha, Sosha wakes up and starts to join in but her bladder is bursting she needs to pee Alisha doesn’t care and keep on kissing Sosha while also pressing on her bladder. Sosha gets more and more desperate and as she lies on her back starts to pee in her panties and into the bed, she finishes peeing in her panties and then Alisha gets on her and keeps on kissing her. See the bed wetting pictures here.

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Posted on 02.14.13
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Natalie Peeing In Her Leotards

From Real Wetting we have the lovely Natalie, We have had some great peeing picture sets with her and if you have missed them check out, Peeing In Her Jeans While Sitting, Natalie Peeing In Her Leggings, and Natalie Peeing In Her Jeans. Today she is in leotards and is doing a yoga workout she spreads her legs and then reaches for the sky but she quickly drops her hands to her crotch, she is to desperate for this and every time she has to raise her hands she gets closer and closer to losing control of her bladder.

Alice is doing a yoga workout but her bladder has other ideas she has her hands jammed into her crotch trying to hold on and then it happens, a little spurt of pee explodes into her leggings. Her leggings are white and you can see the little trickle as the pee starts to run down the inside of her leg. Her bladder has given in, she was just to desperate to pee and now the little trickle is turning into a river. Her pee is running down her white leggings and splashing on the floor you can even see that her feet are getting soaked as she is standing in her pee puddle.

Natalie is peeing in her leotards, her piss is splashing on the ground and pooling at her feet, her spandex legging s are going see through and she keeps peeing, what a mess poor Natalie is making and her pee puddle at her feet just grows. I do love seeing the trickles of pee as they rundown the legs and seeing her feet encased in spandex and so soaked that they are see through is just so hot. A great Real Wetting with Natalie.

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Posted on 02.11.13
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Aston Topless Panty Peeing

From Wetting Her Panties we have the lovely Aston. She is becoming quite the fixture at Wetting Her Panties and there have been some hot panty pee movies with her. We have had her before in Peeing In Panties Till See Through and Aston Peeing In Blue Panties. Today she is topless in her panties. She stands and then squats down her panties are encasing her pussy tightly. She really is a lovely sight topless with big nipples and her panties tightly clinging to her  crotch.

Aston finishes peeing in her panties and stands up; we get to see her piss soaked panties and her lovely breasts, there is something so sexy with seeing a lady topless and peeing in their panties. She pulls her wet knickers down and we get the first sight of her pissy wet pussy. She then takes her panties off, she is naked looking so sexy and then hands her wet panties across. A great Wetting Her Panties knicker pee with Aston.

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Posted on 02.07.13
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Panty Peeing At School Story

It’s been a long time since we had a peeing story, I came across this one the other day and to go along with the story two older school girl peeing posts  Antonia Stokes Dressed As School Girl And Panty Peeing, Bad School Girl Pissing Into Her Panties, and Dressed As School Girls And Pissing so enjoy.

I hated going to new schools. They always intimidated me, and I never seemed to make any good friends. My parents had decided to send me away to a University boarding school. They didn’t like the sounds of community colleges, so they opted to send me away for the entire year. To the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. How pleasant.

The driver of the Lincoln sedan pulled up and came to a stop in front of the two biggest wooden doors I had ever seen. They were enormous! They looked as if they needed a crew of ten men just to get them open. The driver set my bags down beside me and held out his arm, gesturing towards the school.

“St. Luke’s, Miss, we’ve arrived. May I be of assistance with the luggage?”

Staring up at the school I shook my head. This was my new home from now on. It was a school for girls 18 over, kind of like an in between of high school and college.

“No I’m fine. I can handle them myself.”

The driver nodded, and with that he drove away, leaving me in front of what had to be the most sinister looking school on the continent.

I struggled with the giant doors, and after managing to wrestle them open I dashed inside as they began to close very quickly behind me. They shut with a loud echoing boom that resonated throughout the hall. I hoped that the dorms were not nearby as I probably woke everyone up at this ungodly hour. The hallways were decorated in a Victorian style. Real candles burned on golden holders that were lined along the wall down the entire length of the hall. Every ten meters or so there was an arch in the hall way that was decorated exquisitely with dark reddish wood. The designs were very floral looking and very complicated looking. It must have cost an absolute fortune to send me here.

As there was no use standing around gaping at the walls, I began my walk down the long corridor. There were no signs anywhere indicating where the office might be. I decided to knock on the first door I saw. Sharp footsteps echoed in the room before the door opened. Before me stood a girl who was straightening out her school uniform, pressing her plaid skirt down.

“Can I help you?” she asked me rather rudely. I supposed I did look a little out of place, standing in the hall with a suitcase in my hand. I shook my head and apologized.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to find the main office? Could you please direct me which way to go?” the girl rolled her eyes, obviously bothered by this simple request. She leaned against the frame of the door and crossed her arms. Lifting one finger she pointed down the hall.

“Go straight until you come to the very end of this hall, make a left and you will see two grand double doors. Behind them is the main office. And next time, I suggest you don’t go knocking on random doors.” And with that she shut the door in my face.

Well! I knew how to make enemies quickly, now to see if I could pass that skill onto making friends.

Once inside the office I was instructed to sit and wait in the lounge chair area. There were a couple magazines lying about, but nothing that captured my interest. Five minutes later a woman emerged from a doorway and indicated to come forth.

I obliged.

“Miss White, I presume?” she took her seat behind the giant desk at the far end of the room. The office was decorated richly. The curtains that were draped on the window fell to the floor, the fabric pooling on the dark red carpet.

Bookshelves lined the entire room, and each shelf was crammed full with books. I’d never seen this many outside of a library before.

“Gabriella White, yes. I’m new.”

Of course I was new, what a stupid thing to say to this woman. She gave me a look and pulled a few papers from her desk. She pushed them towards me and placed a pen on top. I glanced at the papers. Simple forms that had to do with dorm rooms, food and classes.

“Please fill these out here, right now. Once you’re done we will take you to the seamstress. Your school uniform must be worn at all times while on campus. Although, you won’t be going anywhere else during your stay here, so don’t get your hopes up.”

I quickly filled out the forms, passed them back to the woman, and leaned back in the chair. She scanned over the papers and stood up.

“Excellent. Follow me Miss White.”

The seamstress’s office looked like a bomb had gone off in a fabric store. There were bits of fabric, buttons, zippers and white blouse material lying everywhere. I carefully walked about, not wanting to step on anything. The woman herself was a thin lady, about 35. She couldn’t have been doing this job for very long. She eyed me up and down.

“Such a skinny little thing, and we don’t have anything left in your size. You’ll have to make due with something else while I sew you something more suitable.” She quickly took my measurements, jotted them down, and then disappeared amongst the racks of clothes and fabrics to find a temporary outfit.

She came back with a plaid skirt, white blouse, a navy scarf and a black blazer.

“Your shoes will do for now, I will have to order you in a pair. What size do you take, dear?”

“37.” I replied.

She jotted that down quickly as well. I glanced at the uniform lying on the table and took in its dimensions. There was no way that was going to fit me! The skirt itself looked like it was going to fall an inch below my butt! There was no way this was going to pass the school policy. But she soon shooed me out the door, muttering to herself about god knows what.

“Your dorm is located on the seventh floor of this building. Go upstairs, get changed and make your way to the dining hall for lunch. Your classes will be on this sheet” she passed me a piece of paper and quickly added “Do not be late.”

With that she left me. Was this how all new students were treated?

Once in my dorm I stripped out of my day clothes and into my uniform. I was accurate with my observations; the skirt was much too short. It fell just two inches below my ass, and if I bent over I was sure to give anyone an excellent view of my backside. The blouse buttoned just enough to put too much pressure on the buttons. Staring in the mirror I held the scarf. Where in the world was I supposed to put this? I tried to imagine where it could go, and decided on my ponytail. I tied it in a neat little bow. With my blazer buttoned up I looked like a real school girl.

The lunch hall was incredibly hard to find, but after many wrong turns I managed to stumble across it. There were long tables stretched out the length of the room. There was a kitchen along the left side where the food was served. Grabbing a lunch tray I got into line.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” came a voice behind me. She sounded nice enough. There was nothing in her voice that I could detect that was alarming.

I turned towards the girl. She wore the same outfit as me, only her blazer was white and her skirt was longer. Lucky. I couldn’t help but feeling like the worst dress one there, even though we basically all wore the same thing.

“Yes, I’m new.” I answered in my friendliest tone. Might as well try to make friends the first day. She smiled and held out her hand.

“I’m Chelsea. Pleased to meet you.”

I shook her hand.

“I know it can be slightly daunting to be a brand new student in a school like this, so I am extending an invitation to sit at my – our table.” I was confused.

“Our table?” I asked, pointing to myself like an idiot.

“My friends, over there.”

She pointed to a group of girls at the farthest end of the room. Wow, lucky break. Not having to sit alone first day. This would make the rest of the year much easier.

“Um- sure, I don’t see why not.” I smiled.

I was served my food and making my way to the table when a loud buzzer played overhead. Chelsea’s shoulders sagged as she turned to me. I gave her a confused look.

“What was that about?” I asked as she started to walk towards the doors. I set my tray down on a table nearby and grabbed the apple. I could munch on it on the way to class.

“Lunch is over, class time. You can meet the girls at dinner though. What’s your first class?”

I glanced at my schedule. University calculus, excellent.

“Calculus with Mrs. Peters.” Chelsea looked excited once I said it.

“Wicked, same here! This is going to be much easier.”

I had no clue what she was talking about. I had never had anyone be this interested in being my friend on the first day. Maybe these students were here for a reason..

***

I was shocked when I entered the class room. Normally, I’d expect a teacher that’s old and dumpy. This teacher had to be maybe ten years my senior. And she was wearing the exact same uniform as us! What the hell? I couldn’t mutter two words out of my mouth before Chelsea dragged me to a desk near the back. I looked at and whispered “Why is she wearing a school uniform? Is she not the teacher?”

Chelsea didn’t say anything and pointed to the front of the class. I turned. The entire class was already seated, staring straight ahead. I quickly followed suit.

“Good afternoon everyone. Thank you for being prompt. A few quick notes before we begin today; we have a new student with us. Her name is Gabriella White. Please welcome her as one of our own.”

A few students turned to smile but most stayed in their seats. It was horribly awkward being put in the spot light, but I’d gone through it so many times already I was used to it. As soon as the lesson began I drifted off. Calculus was my worst subject, and for a good reason too. I could never pay attention to anything. I managed to scrape by every year, but only by a small margin.

I was staring at the blackboard aimlessly when a faint noise caught my ears. It sounded like a TV that has been turned on to an empty station. It was so faint I had to strain to pick up on it. Scanning the room with my eyes I tried to pinpoint its location. I stopped when I reached the front of the classroom. I had to double take to realize what I was seeing. It couldn’t possibly be. Looking around the room, I tried to find someone who wore the same expression I was. But to no avail, there wasn’t a single person who was finding this as bizarre as I was.

She was peeing.

Right through her panties and onto the carpet below. I couldn’t believe my eyes! How could she not notice? How could she not be embarrassed? Then again, how did anyone else not notice? I stared incredulously as she turned around to answer a few questions the students had. She was still peeing, absolutely soaking the carpet below. I simply could not understand what was going on.

After a few seconds she stopped peeing without missing a heartbeat in her lecture. I looked back at the carpet which had apparently absorbed the puddle completely because it was perfectly dry. This was so strange. I glanced at Chelsea, who was staring straight ahead, taking her notes diligently.

This must be an everyday occurrence. That was the only logical option. After a few minutes I calmed myself down and tried to pay attention to the lecture.

I began to hear the hiss again. I stared at Mrs. Peters but it wasn’t her. Now a student was peeing? I looked around and my eyes landed at a girl sitting a few desks away hear the front of the class. From her chair pee was dripping. As soon as it touched the floor, the carpet began absorbing it up again.

Did people here just pee where they stood, no matter what? How was this allowed? Chelsea again gave me no indication whatsoever. This was just too weird. Soon after the bell rang. The girl who had peed herself stood up. I could see plain as day a wet spot on the back of her skirt. A few of her friends came up and began talking with her. None of them pointed out her skirt.

Now was my chance to talk to Chelsea.

“What in the world was that? Did you see Mrs. Peters? She peed herself!” I whisper yelled this, barely able to contain myself. Chelsea nodded, completely at ease.

“This is going to sound really strange, but the headmaster doesn’t allow anyone to use the restrooms to pee. Only for number two. If you have to pee, you must do it wear you are at that very moment. No exceptions. That is why the entire school is lined with this carpet.”

I looked at her, absolutely blown away.

“Those are the rules. You don’t want to break them, trust me.”

What kind of rules were those ones? How did the headmaster get away with this sort of behaviour?

“But, where does it go?” I asked. She gave me a look.

“To the sewers, then the carpets are sanitized automatically from below. I don’t know how to explain it.”

She sounded slightly annoyed by the end. She snatched my schedule away and compared it with her own.

“You witnessing it is a much better way to break it to new kids than by telling them. And you have English Lit with me next, so let’s go.”

Once in the English class I saw we had a male teacher. He resembled Mrs. Peters in her youthfulness. The class seated themselves before he began the lesson.

“We’re going to start off where we ended yesterday, with scene five act 8 of the play.”

Oh my goodness.

I was going to pass out in this class if I had to watch a play. Unless of course someone peed themselves. As the play dragged on, nothing interesting happened. I sat with my head in my hand, my elbow beginning to ache from resting it on the hard surface of my desk. I shifted in my seat and felt a tell-tale sign in my lower abdomen.

Oh no, I needed to go, and there was no way I was peeing in my seat. I raised my hand slowly. Noticing my sudden question, the young teacher held up a hand to pause the play, pointing at me.

“Yes, Miss White?” he asked.

I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortable at everyone staring at me, especially Chelsea.

“I need to – um – go to the bathroom. For.. you know..” I said it quietly, not knowing the reaction I was going to receive. He nodded at me understandingly.

“Of course, go right ahead.”

With that I dashed out of the room, looking for the closest bathroom. Finally finding one at the end of the hall, I rushed in, only to be grabbed from behind and slammed against the wall.

It was Chelsea. She held my shoulders firmly against the wall in the corridor.

“Chelsea, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to push her off me, but she only pressed me harder against the wall. I glanced around, trying to see if there were any cameras. I spotted one in the corner of the hallway to my right. It was pointed directly at us. I tried to mouth the words help to it but Chelsea forced my head to look at her.

“What are you trying to do? I’m not harming you. I just know what you’re about to do, and I am please warning you to not do it. The rules are strictly enforced here; it’s not worth the risk!” Chelsea pleaded with me. She let her grip relax a little, but she was still holding me firmly in place. I shook my head.

“I can’t pee myself, Chelsea, it’s too strange. I’m not used to this kind of thing!”

Chelsea let me go suddenly. She gave me one last pleading look.

“Please, Gabriella. I know you’re new here but the headmistress will not exert any kind of relief.”

I felt my bladder about to burst at that point and dashed into the girls’ washroom. I locked myself into a stall and relieved myself. Oh that felt so much better. Chelsea was probably just playing a trick on me. What a weird rule. It was probably an initiation sort of thing.

I left the bathroom and entered an empty hallway. There was no one coming to punish me, no one would know. I made my way back to class, sat down and played it cool. This was bizarre, having to act non-guilty when I only went to the bathroom.

Sooner than later, it felt, class ended. I left the room only to be pulled aside by Chelsea again. Though she didn’t slam me against the wall this time. She seemed worried.

“Alright, I thought about it, and the least I can do is prepare you for this. You’re going to get punished in some way, but you mustn’t disobey the headmistress. Just do as she says and it will go much smoother for you.

I nodded. Yeah right, I’d just call the cops if she did something crazy. English Lit was the last class of the day. Since I’d arrived late in the school day I’d only attended half of my total classes. I made my way back to my dorm. As I stepped in my room I nearly jumped a foot in the air.

Sitting on my bed was the same lady I met before. She must be the headmistress. I closed my door behind me. What was she doing in my room, sitting on my bed! This school just got stranger and stranger.

“Hello Gabriella. How was your first day at St. Luke’s? Did it exceed your expectations?”

She asked as if she was truly interested, but I detected a hint of wickedness in her voice. I stood at her and simply nodded. She pulled her lips in a smile that resembled a slight smirk.

“I do admit, I hadn’t recited the policies of our institute to you upon your arrival. How horribly unfair of me, Miss White. I apologize.”

I breathed an internal sigh of relief. Thank god, she understood my situation. Chelsea had been lying to me. I let my stance relax a little bit. The headmistress stared at me, examining me from head to toe. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

“Your uniform is much too big for you, Gabriella. Don’t you agree with me?”

I stared at her in disbelief. What? My skirt was already way too short. And the blouse was verging on way too tight. I shook my head.

“No, ma’am it’s much too sma-”

“I’ll let the seamstress know that she needs to alter the uniform she is making for you. In fact, I think I have something for you right now.”

She then reached down on the floor, opened up her handbag and pulled out a different uniform. I couldn’t believe I was being asked to wear that! She held a skirt that was probably two and a half inches shorter than mine already. My ass was sure to be showing now!

The blouse looked the same, but I suspected it wasn’t going to do up properly. I gave her my best pleading look, she shook her head at me.

“This will do just fine for you, Miss White. If you could remove your blazer and give it to me, please. You won’t be needing that.”

I slowly unbuttoned it and passed it over to her. Might as well cooperate at least. She smiled and stood up from the bed promptly. As she passed by me she turned and stared me directly in the eyes.

“Tomorrow you are to do exactly as your teachers tell you to. One toe out of line and you will regret the moment you walked onto this campus.”

I think I already did.

She stood up and composed herself. Giving me one last chilly smirk, she left the room. I stood on the spot for a good five minutes before taking a seat on the bed. I grabbed the skirt and held it up in front of me. This was going to be pure humiliation for me tomorrow! Everyone would be staring at me.

I lied down on my bed, closing my eyes for a brief moment. Before I knew it, my alarm was shrieking in my ear beside me.

7:15 flashed at me from my bedside table. I had fifteen minutes to do my hair, makeup and put on that ridiculous uniform.

Once my hygiene routine was completed, I removed my slept in uniform and pulled on the new miniskirt. My ass was visible beneath it, if you stared hard. Any slight bend at the waist and I was going to moon someone. I tried to button up the blouse all the way, but the last three buttons at the top were not going to reach each other. My tits were literally popping out of this shirt. I was never going to live this moment down. I looked like a street walker.

Grabbing my bag I headed out the door, down and the stairs and into the bustling hall way. No one stopped to stare at me, but everyone I passed took glances my way. They knew it, I knew it, I looked like a whore. And this was my second day of classes. I found my first class of the day, Bio Chem, near the rear of the building. I got two steps inside the room, and was grabbed by the arm. It was the prof, and he pulled me towards the front of the class. I stared at him pleadingly. I did not want to be humiliated a second time.

“Students if you would please pay attention, quickly now.”

Slowly a silence took over the room as every head was turned to look at me. I gulped, feeling like a bug under a microscope.

“Gabriella has chosen to forgo the rules of this fine institute. And I know we are all well aware of what happens to such people when they have such disregard for the rules.”

Everyone nodded at this. The prof spun me around, steering me towards his desk. He pointed beneath it.

“Get underneath the desk, Gabriella.” I stared at my teacher in disbelief! This was harassment! I stood perfectly still, and he took a menacing step forward.

“I said get on your knees, under the desk!”

I stared around the room, no one was coming to my aid, but they were all looking at me. I slowly knelt down and got underneath the desk. He then walked forward, sat in his chair pulling himself as close to the desk without hitting me, and began the lesson. Was this the punishment?

My legs were soon becoming numb from sitting on them for so long.

A hand crept underneath the desk and went towards the fly of the pants. I stared as it was unzipped and from in the pants came the most enormous dick I’d even seen. It pointed at me and began to trickle a little.

The teacher was going to pee, with me under the desk! Didn’t he remember I was here? I moved as far as I could to the side when the stream slowly picked up speed. It hit my leg, soaking my shoes. I squirmed, I was getting peed on! The stream crept up my leg and stopped before it got to my skirt. My legs were soaked with pee by the time the stream stopped. He then pushed back from the desk and reached under to pull me out. He stationed me directly in front of the class, who all stared at my wet legs. I was so ashamed by this point.

“Whoever requires her, just grab her. You can do whatever you like, within the rules.”

I stared at the class and watched as a girl near the back raised her hand. The teacher pushed me in her direction. I stood in front of her desk.

“Get on your knees, under my desk. And hurry up I’ve had to go since this morning.”

I mentally prepared myself and got down beneath the desk. I tried to sit as far away as I could. The girl spread her legs and gave me a view of her crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties! I looked away instantly. Soon enough a slow stream started and fell in between my legs. She reached down to grab her pussy, aiming the stream higher and higher. Soon it began to wet the front of my tiny skirt. The material in front was no sooner soaked when she aimed higher, aiming for my belly button.

I tried to move backwards when someone shoved me forwards. I turned to look, and the student in front of this girl had reached down to shove me back. As they did the stream fell on my breasts, soaking the material and giving everyone a good show of my black bra. Soon enough the flow stopped. Someone called out my name.

“Gabriella, Thomas needs you.” Called the teacher.

I got up and walked along the back of the class. I reached his desk. Looking me up and down the boy pointed to underneath his desk. I knelt down.

“Lay underneath my desk, on your back. Your head right centre, please.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. As I turned over on my back I closed my eyes. I soon felt a warm stream hit me on the chest, soaking my blouse, the liquid trickling to my neck and falling down the sides. The stream worked its way up my neck, and then slowly around the contours of my face. It hit my hairline only, soaking my hair with his pee.

A weird shock went through my body. It flowed directly to my pussy, which I could feel was getting a little wet. What in the world?! Was this turning me on in some weird way? No sooner had I thought that when the flow stopped when the bell rang suddenly. I was so ashamed, covered with someone else’s pee! My uniform was soaked in the front, the back was still dry. Everyone was sure to notice in the hallways.

I waited for the class to empty before I made my way out. I was grabbed by the arm again, and I nearly let out a sob.

“You can wait an extra five minutes.” The prof said, pulling me back towards the desk again.

This time though, he didn’t make me sit underneath it. He sat down, lacing his fingers together. I watched as he leaned back, almost satisfied with himself. I wanted to punch him.

“I realize that this ordeal has been a little strange for you. But, what can I say.”

He smirked at me. I didn’t return the gesture.

“A dry uniform will be in your dorm by now. Let this serve as a warning to the next time you think you want to break the rules, Miss White.”

He waved his hand at me, dismissing me. I ran out of the class and dashed in the direction of the dorms. This sucked. This just fucking sucked. Two days here and I’d witnessed three people pee themselves, and got peed on by three strangers. I’d never experienced something so foreign. But with that last warning, at least I would never need to go through that ordeal again.

The next morning greeted me with a hot shower and a new uniform hanging on my door. Putting it back on I checked out my reflection in the mirror. My ass still showed beneath the pleated skirt. The top three buttons of the blouse still would not do up. I once again resembled a street walker.

One more quick glance at my schedule and I was out my door.

I took my time walking down the hall, checking the place out a bit more. It was truly something out of a novel. The whole feel was like an old, ancient library with the dark wood work. It must have been an old school, which perhaps explained its strange customs. As I continued down the hall I noticed a girl in front of me, standing at a locker.

I need one of those .

As I approached the girl appeared to be standing with her back arched and her ass out as far as it would go; the skirt lifting up in the process. I took a closer look, and of course, she was peeing herself. But why was she standing in this position? I looked towards where she was standing and saw a group of 3 guys staring openly, watching her piss her panties. One was gripping his cock lightly in his pants. No one seemed to care.

A sharp jolt went straight to my pussy. For some reason, this act of pissing for an audience turned me on. I continued to walk, finding myself hoping I could meet that girl again. Talking to her just after she’d peed herself seemed kind of strange. Hell, wanting to talk to her at all seemed strange.

As the day drew on and I paid closer attention, I noticed that there were a few girls who were doing the exact same thing that girl had done this morning. Whether it was in the cafeteria, peeing in line or peeing at their table with their legs spread. A few of them had even had their skirts shortened to my length, their blouses undone at the top. They all seemed to really enjoy it, and so did their audiences.

I knew then that I wanted to be one of these girls. As dirty and wrong as it was, it turned me on.

The following day was a Saturday. I decided to wander the halls and check out the library, hoping to spot one of them. After a few hours in the library to no success, I decided to head outside to the grounds. Right there, in the center of the grass was a group of girls sitting. I recognized quite a few of them. The girl from the first morning was facing directly at me.

Well, it was now or never. The worst that could happen is that they reject me. As I walked towards the group, their conversation grew quieter and soon they were all silenced as I stood just a few feet away.

“Can we help you?” morning girl spoke first. I was inwardly panicking. I hadn’t gone over this part. What was I going to say?! I stood there for a moment like a complete moron. Morning girl raised her eye brows at me; a few of them took sideways glances at each other. They probably didn’t get this very often.

“I saw you guys peeing in the hallways.” I blurted it out before I could even control it, the words falling out of my mouth like vomit. They glanced at each other, a few of them smirked, a couple even snorted in laughter. Morning girl smiled around the group, and then stared back up at me, although her smile was something more sarcastic than genuine.

“You’re an idiot.” She laughed and turned back to her friend. Their conversation continued. Oh no, I was losing them. If I walked away I’d probably lose my chance completely, so I decided to continue like a stubborn child.

“I want to be like you guys. I … I like it too.” I finished the last part quietly. A few of them laughed again, but morning girl stared straight at me. A few moments of silence passed before she spoke.

“Nothing’s stopping you.” She said. I stared at her, not comprehending this. She must have noticed my facial expression, because she rolled her eyes while sighing an exasperated sigh. I had never felt more like an idiot in my life.

“You can do it whenever you want; it’s when the guys start noticing you. You can be in after that.”

With that she basically shooed me away. I turned around, slightly shocked. What was I doing? I had just approached what appeared to be the popular group of girls and asked to be a part of their group because I liked peeing my panties in front of people.

I had truly gone insane.

The next few periods I sat in class, pondering how I was going to make my move. If I wanted to get anyone’s attention I would need to be daring. Thankfully the class was working on a worksheet. It gave me an excuse to approach the professor at the front of the class. I sat in my desk for a few seconds. I was on the edge of my seat, thinking about every move I was going to have to make. My assignment paper was in my hand, and I could hear the ripple of the paper. My hand was shaking uncontrollably. Why was this so difficult?

As soon as I stood up out of my desk, the end of day bell sounded. So much for this spectacle. I slumped, slightly defeated. I didn’t want to have to wait for the perfect moment; I wanted to be a part of that group right now. Swinging my backpack over my shoulder I exited the class, following behind a group of girls laughing with each other.

I decided to take the long way back to my dorm. Perhaps along my walk I would find an opportunity to go.

My walk proved futile. There was no activity on campus; everyone had things to do apparently. Utterly defeated at this point I made my way up to my dorm room. As I walked down the empty hallway my ears picked up a very faint sound. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened hard. It sounded almost like moaning. Curious, I followed the sound, being extra careful to tread lightly. It led me further down the hall. Soon enough I came to a door that was ajar ever so slightly. The moaning was coming straight from there.

And then it hit me, the all too familiar wave of smell wafted through the door into the hall. And then I heard it, someone was peeing in there. And by the sounds of it there was more than one. I stood in the hall, caught in a social dilemma. It would be wrong to open the door and peek inside. But what if it was one of the girls? They wanted an audience, didn’t they?

I swallowed hard and decided this wasn’t a life or death decision. Placing just my fingertips on the door I pushed it open ever so slightly. From what I could see so far, it looked like there was a girl kneeling on the ground. She was wearing a school uniform, but it looked kind of shiny, almost like it was wet. As I looked around the room I saw three guys, each had their dick out of the fly of their pants, and they were all peeing on this girl.

I nearly fell over realizing this. Three guys, peeing on one girl! My breath caught in my throat as I stared, not daring to blink. One of the guys had his piss stream aimed for the girl’s hair, drenching it completely. The second was pissing on her clothes, soaking her blouse and her skirt. The third was pissing on her face and in her mouth. I watched as the three guys covered her entirely, and I felt my pussy becoming ridiculously wet.

Soon enough though, the show was over. I watched as the guys pulled their pants up, which also bore dark stains from their pee. Wow, this was almost too much. What where the odds of walking by this spectacle at this exact moment? I felt as if I had stuck gold for a few moments.

As I stood there watching still, I failed to realize the guys heading towards the door. Jumping I began a quick walk/sprint down the hall, rounding the corner just as the guys exited the room.

Once back in my room I collapsed back on my bed and played the entire episode back in my head. Just the thought of it was enough to get me over the edge. Being peed on by three guys at once, what an experience that would be. Why did I have to run away? What if they wanted to punish me for watching, or let me join in?


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