A female desperation and diaper peeing story I came across
Two hours in a meeting and still one and a half hours before she would be home.
The meeting was too important to be excused. She was mentally hitting her on the head for drinking half a gallon of soda an hour before the meeting started and now she had to pee so badly, she feared her bladder might explode.
She wouldn’t have this problem now if the toilets on the subway were open, but some idiot locked them. No matter what she tried or who she asked, there was no way in there.
So there she was, standing on the platform, waiting for the subway, wobling on her toes.
She prayed it would get here fast and that she could sit, but with the amount of people waiting, she would be lucky to even get on.
It took less than five minutes before the subway arrived, but it seemed an eternity.
She tried to be the first one to get in but, as the door opened, it was already packed. And since she was in front of the door, everyone behind her pushed her in and ended up against one of the metal poles. There was no way for her to move, she was trapped on all sides.
As soon as the subway started going, she felt her bladder being pressed against the pole. She let out a small squeal from the pressure on her bladder and quickly pressed her hand between her legs to keep from losing control.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it in much longer and her brain was storming for a solution.
Suddenly the subway hit the break and people were bumping against her. Almost losing balance, she held a tight grip on the pole but, for just a second, she lost control over her bladder. The bit of pee she lost was mostly absorbed by her red cotton panties, but she could feel some drops tickle down her thighs. She used her hand to wipe the drips of pee off her legs and pressed her fingers harder on her pee hole.
As the subway was getting near the next station, she remembered a small mall nearby.
She hoped for dear life there would be restroom nearby.
When the subway stopped, she frantically pushed her way through the crowd towards the door. With all the pushing and getting out of the subway, another few small squirts of pee came out. Most of it was absorbed by the red cotton panties, but she could still feel the pee going down her legs, into her black leather boots.
While forcing her bladder to hold on, she rushed as fast as she could to the nearest store and asked for a restroom, but they wouldn’t offer it.
She stood outside the door of the store, hands between her legs, looking around in panic for a way of relief.
Then she saw a small grocery store and hoped for any compassion there. She ran over there, feeling more little drips of pee dripping down her legs and filling her boots.
In there, she asked the woman behind the cash register, but she was unable to help.
There was no way out. She had one final solution, but she had to act fast.
She rushed to the diaper section and grabbed the first young teenage diaper she could find. Luckily there was no one else in the store so she rushed to the cash register and, with the diapers in a paper bag, went out of the store as quickly as she could.
She ran across from the grosery store, into a clothing store. As calm as she could be, she snatched the first shirt she could lay her hands on and walked to the fitting rooms. Once in there, she tore the diaper bag open and frantically struggled to unfold the diaper. Her bladder was pulsing and pushing, ready to explode.
As she raised her short black skirt, she saw the wet pee stain on her red cotton panties. Quickly, she put the diaper on over her already wet and pee stained panties and made sure it sat right.
She wasn’t sure if the amount of pee would be entirely absorbed, so she grabbed another diaper to be sure there was no leaking.
As she was unfolding the second diaper and getting ready to put it on, she tried to gently release the hold on her bladder, but every time she relaxed her muscles, the pee started squirting out like a waterfall.
As soon as she had the second diaper on, she just let go. She stood there, in the fitting room of a clothing store, watching herself in the mirror, as the daiper started growing. She could feel the hot pee against her clit and making its way to her butt crack. She felt like peeing forever and feared those two diapers weren’t enough to hold all that pee. She checked the diapers and felt her thighs, but aside from the pee she lost before, there was nothing dripping down her legs.
Finally her bladder was empty and sighed in relief.
She pressed the pee filled diaper and checked if there were any leaks, but the diapers seemed to have absorbed all of it. She pulled down her short black skirt and made sure the diaper was hidden underneath the skirt.
After fixing herself, she left the fitting room and headed for the subway to get home.
When she arrived at the station, the subway just arrived. She pushed herself through the crowd and towards the door. She wasn’t planning on sitting because, with a pee filled diaper, she would surely leak and sit in a puddle of pee for all to see. Instead she wanted to stand between the crowd, so no one would notice her wearing a diaper.
She stepped inside and waited by a metal pole for the crowd to surround her.
As the subway was moving, she looked around to see if anyone was looking her way, but no one was paying her any attention.
She slid her hand under her skirt and felt the thick diaper. She caressed it and pressed it gently against her clit.
Slowly the subway started to empty and after an hour, most people were gone. Even though there were plenty of seats, she still stood close by the door.
She looked out the window, playing back the last few hours and felt her clit throbbing against the thick diaper.
Then the subway stopped at the final station. She stepped out and walked towards her house.
When she came to her apartment, her keys slipped out of her hands as she tried to open the door. As soon as she went through her knees to pick it up, she felt some pee dripping off of her butt and on the floor. She stood back up and went inside.
Once inside, she took off her coat and went into the bedroom. She stood in front of her dressing mirror and raised her skirt to admire the bulky diaper.
She rubbed it against her and caressed the front and back. Her hand moved up, passed her skirt and under her top, feeling up her breasts. Watching herself squirm, she slowly removed her top, revealing her red bra. Her nipples were hard and looked like they might tear through the fabric. Her hands moved back down, from her breasts to her skirt and hooked her skirt on her fingers, pulling it down. The skirt fell on her boots. She kicked the skirt aside and looked at herself wearing nothing but her bra, her pee soaked panties underneat two pee filled diapers and her long black boots.
She decided to drink some more soda, hoping she would have to pee soon again.
Walking to the kitchen, she made sure the door was locked and no one was able to peek through the windows. She still had a gallon of soda in the fridge, so she took the bottle, grabbed a towel from the bathroom and sat on the couch.
During a movie, her mind went back to her desperation earlier that day.
She looked at the bottle and noticed it half empty. She decided to run over to an ATM to get some cash for when she had to take the subway the next morning.
She went to her bedroom, got dressed and figured she better get rid of the filled diapers and her wet panties and wear a fresh diaper.
She stood in front of her mirror and gently tore the diapers lose. They were still moist and felt heavy. After the diapers were off, she checked her panties. There was not a single thread of fabric dry. After removing her panties, she moved a finger between her lips and spread her juice over her clit. After sucking her finger clean, she put on a clean diaper and her coat and went out the door.
There was an ATM just around the corner from her apartment, but it was a nice night so she went for a walk to another ATM, which took about fifteen minutes to reach.
After a few minutes, she felt the first sign from her bladder filling up. The thought of her needing to pee was hardening her nipples. By the time she reached the ATM, she was dancing in front of it while trying to retrieve her money.
On the way back, the desperation became stronger. She had to stop a few times to catch her breath and to control her bladder.
By the time she arrived at her front door, she was frantic. She quickly went inside, threw off her coat and decided to take a last big swig of soda. Then she took her towel and went to the bedroom, laying the towel in front of the mirror.
Her bladder was about to explode while she took off her top, skirt and boots.
Then she stood on the towel with nothing on but her bra and her diaper.
Her nipples were totally erect and her pussy was soaking in her diaper. Her clit was throbbing and her bladder was aching for relief. She took off her bra and caressed her breasts and nipples. Then she took one hand an moved it under the diaper to feel her wetness. She positioned her hand over her pussy and, while looking in the mirror, started to pee.
The warm gush of pee flowed between her fingers into the fresh diaper. She could see the yellow stain of pee growing on the outside of the diaper. Her hand was emerged in a sea of pee and seeped into her butt crack. She felt the outside of the diaper and felt tense and warm.
After the last drops of pee left her pee hole, she removed her hand from within the diaper and played with her breasts and nipples, while letting the pee settle and giving the diaper time to absorb the most of it. She was so horny and her clit was throbbing so hard, it wouldn’t take much to come violently. She pushed the filled diaper with one hand against her throbbing clit and the other against her butt, putting so much preasure on the diaper, it started leaking. Pee was running down her thighs, down her legs and ending under the soles of her feet on the towel. She kept pressing and pressing, squeezing the pee out of the diaper and onto her naked body.
She rubbed the wet diaper against her pussy and then came multiple times with hard, violent shocks. In the mirror, she saw herself shaking with pleasure and shimmering with pee.
After she calmed down, she ripped open the diaper and carressed her naked body with the inside and pushing her breasts in it. Then she lay the diaper on the towel, sat on the mushy diaper and, facing the mirror, spread her legs and fingered herself while forcing herself to pee more and more. After an hour of being in extacy, she lay exhausted and sweating on her diaper in a puddle of pee and come.
She stood up, looked at herself, smiled in satisfaction and head for the shower.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 01.17.14
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I know some of you hate when I revisit posts here but I was reading through this threesome pissing story again the other day and felt it needed to go back to the front page. For those that have not read it before enjoy.
“Fuck!” I said, stomping on the brakes and bringing us down from 80 mph to 15 real quick. “Of course, why wouldn’t there be a fucking traffic jam on a Sunday night?” Neither Katie nor Gina replied as I slammed my fist on the steering wheel and brought us to a complete stop. All four lanes were backed up for as far as the eye could see, and I knew that we weren’t going to be moving anytime soon.
Resigning myself to the fact that it would probably take us an hour to move the four miles to our exit, I shifted in my seat and tried to relax. The girls were gabbing about something, and I took a couple moments to recall the day. We had gotten up early, swung by to pick up Gina, and then headed up to visit our friend Lorri for the day. We had spent most of the afternoon drinking beers and floating in her pool, and it had been all I could do to hide my everlasting hard-on while looking at the three of them in their tiny bikinis. Now all I wanted to do was drop Gina off and get home so I could fuck Katie silly.
So, as we’re moving ahead a foot at a time, and I’m thinking about the girls in the pool, Gina suddenly announces, “Oh shit, I gotta pee.”
“Well,” I tell her, “You’re gonna have to hold it, ‘cuz I’m going as fast as I can.”
“This sucks! I really gotta go bad,” she replied, “If we don’t start moving soon, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to make it.”
I hadn’t really noticed it, but now that she was talking about it, I suddenly realized that I had to piss pretty badly too. And the more I tried not to think about it, the worse it got. I looked ahead, but we had barely moved, and I saw no sign of any immediate improvement either. We had a definite problem on our hands.
Ten minutes passed and nothing changed except for the increasing pressure on our full bladders. “Oh man, I really really really have to piss,” Gina practically whined, and I could feel her pain.
“Yeah, me too,” I told her, “But there’s nothing I can do. You’re going to have to hold it or find something to go in. See if there’s any cups or anything back there you can use.”
“Ohhh,” she groaned, “This really sucks.” But she bent down and started rummaging under the seats.
“Katie, how are you doing?” I asked, looking across at her. I wasn’t that surprised to see that her nipples were hard and sticking out prominently against her thin tank-top.
She caught me looking, and started to blush a deep red. “I’m okay right now, but I don’t know for how much longer. I can feel it starting to build.”
I grinned at her, and she blushed even more. I knew that pee really turned her on, and it looked like just the mention of it had her excited already. If things continued the way they were heading, she was going to be in heaven.
“Well, why don’t you reach under your seat and grab me that empty beer bottle I handed you earlier?” As she bent to do that, I glanced back at Gina. She had her legs crossed tightly (which made her shorts ride up nicely on those firm thighs), and was squirming around in her seat. “Gina, how ya doing sweetie? Find anything?”
“No. And if I don’t do something soon, I’m going to piss my damn pants right here in the car.”
I heard Katie’s slight intake of breath as she handed me over the bottle, and knew that she would like nothing more than for Gina to do just that. That she would probably like to be back there with Gina, watching, or even touching her as she wet herself. Gina, I was sure, had no clue as to Katie’s interest, and I thought that somehow made it that much more interesting.
Katie wasn’t the only one aroused though. The more I thought about it, the more I found myself liking the situation, and looking forward to what would happen. I kind of hoped that Gina would piss all over herself, and that then maybe Katie would to; or better yet, maybe somehow they would end up pissing together. My cock was now almost fully hard, making the urge to piss that much more demanding. But I also realized that it was going to make it more difficult as well.
“Well girls, it looks we’re going to have to throw modesty out the fucking window, and take turns pissing in this bottle, ‘cause we’re not going anywhere,” I told them. “Think anyone will notice?”
“I don’t care if they do,” Gina replied, “I’m about ready to get out and squat right in the fucking road.”
“Wouldn’t that be a sight?” I laughed, “A free pee show for all these Sunday drivers. What do ya think would happen to traffic then?”
We all started laughing uncontrollably, more at the situation than anything else, and each time we’d almost stop, one of us would laugh once more and we’d all start over again. Finally, Gina was panting, “Stop! No more. Oh god, I’m going to explode if I laugh anymore.”
“All right, all right,” I said, “Let’s get this over with.” I had the bottle in one hand, and was fumbling with my shorts with the other, trying to get my semi-hard cock free of its confines. Katie was watching me intently and leaned over to help, not that she proved to be much better than I. Glancing at her, I quickly realized why. She was using this opportunity to stare back at Gina, rather than actually get my cock free. I looked over my shoulder to get a peek for myself. Gina’s head was thrown back, her whole body twitching, and I could see that she actually had one hand pressed against her crotch now, trying to physically hold it in.
I realized that the gentlemanly thing to do would have been to give her the bottle and let her go first, but . . . well, I had to admit that I wanted her to piss her shorts right there in the back seat. I didn’t care whether she pissed all over the seat or not; I just wanted to watch that wet spot blossom and grow all across the crotch of her shorts, and think about it flowing down her buttocks until she was sitting in a nice warm puddle of her own urine, her panties clinging stickily to her pussy lips. I could almost see Katie climbing back over the seat to bury her face in Gina’s damp, fragrant crotch, her pink tongue . . .
‘Whoa! Hold on there,’ I thought, pushing the image from my mind. ‘If something happens, it happens – watch and enjoy. But in the meantime, take care of matters at hand.’ A gap had opened up between me and the car in front of me as traffic had moved slightly ahead, and I eased the car forward until we were even once again. Then, hoping that no one in the cars around us was looking, I pushed Katie’s inept hands away and pulled out my semi-erect cock.
Holding the bottle against the tip, I tried to relax and just let the piss flow. It took a few seconds, but finally I managed to relax enough so a couple drops spilt forth. Then, once the seal was broken, I began to piss loudly and forcefully into the bottle.
As soon as Gina heard the sound of my flowing piss, that was the last straw. “Oh fuck,” she cried, and I knew right away that she had lost it.
I glanced in the rear-view mirror and saw that she had her head thrown back and her eyes closed. Taking the opportunity, I quickly reached up and adjusted the mirror so that it reflected her lower half. Already a dark spot was beginning to bloom in the crotch of her cut-off jean shorts, and a long, continuous moan was escaping her throat.
“Oooohhhh Godddddd,” she groaned, “sssooooo waaarrrmmm.”
Her moans were suddenly joined by whimpers – Katie’s whimpers – and I turned my head slightly to see what she was up to. She was turned around in her seat, on her knees facing the back, and staring intently at Gina’s crotch.
“Yesss, yesss, yesss,” she hissed quietly over and over, as she watched the front of Gina’s shorts become completely soaked through with her piss. One hand was down the front of her shorts, and I knew that she was masturbating, each word accompanied by a hiss of pleasure as she rubbed her clit, “oh god, yes, yes, so beautiful.”
It was beautiful I thought, flicking my gaze back to Gina. The stain had spread all across the front of her shorts and down the legs of them, and it was obvious that she was now sitting in a puddle of her own hot piss. And she still wasn’t done. She continued to moan as her piss continued to flow, but now her eyes popped open and she saw Katie staring down at her with lust-filled eyes, and heard Katie’s words and the sound of her masturbating.
Gina’s eyes widened with surprise, but she found that she couldn’t look away any more than she could force herself to stop pissing. She stared Katie in the eyes, and continued to moan softly as Katie urged her on.
Suddenly, beside me, knowing that Gina was watching her, Katie picked up her pace. Her fingers were now making wet slurping sounds, and a moment later I realized why, as I spotted the wet spot at the crotch of her shorts and the yellow stream that was flowing down the inside of her thighs. She was pissing too, and it was driving her wild, “Yes, oh yeah, piss, piss for me baby, oh, yesss, oh fuck, fuck, YESSSSS!” The last was almost a howl, and there was no doubt that she had just came.
She thrashed wildly about as her orgasm spasmed through her, her eyes never leaving Gina’s piss-stained crotch, until finally she collapsed against the seat, totally spent, her urine now slowing to a trickle as it dripped down her thighs.
I wanted to lean over and run my tongue up her leg, lick up those savory droplets as they coursed slowly down her smooth skin, and then bury my face in her wet fragrant crotch. I wanted to suck the piss from her pussy lips and bring her to orgasm again with my mouth, but traffic was starting to open up finally, and I had to refocus my attention on the road.
Not that I didn’t continue to glance at my two piss-soaked beauties here and there. Katie remained facing backward in her seat, eyeing Gina, slight tremors still running through her body, aftershocks of her orgasm. While Gina (who had finally finished peeing as well), now sat in a kind of slumped, exhausted sprawl, her shorts completely soaked through and the seat squishing beneath her at her every movement; which was every few seconds considering the texture of the roads in Detroit. The two of them seemed to be communicating without saying a word, and I was waiting to see what would happen next.
As if answering my thoughts, Katie reached over and plucked the beer bottle, which I was still holding unconsciously, from my hand. I had filled it nearly three-quarters of the way with my piss, and Katie glanced at it admiringly. Then with a wicked, little smile she raised it to her lips and took a drink. Immediately, a deep moan sounded from her throat as her mouth filled with my warm urine. She swallowed, let her mouth fill again, swallowed again, and repeated this once more, the last time letting the salty beverage overflow her lips and run down her chin and neck to course between her heaving breasts and soak into her thin tanktop.
“Mmmmmmm, so warm,” Katie moaned, crudely tonguing the neck of the bottle as if it were a cock.
All this time Gina remained silent, watching closely, and I wondered what she thought of the lascivious display. I couldn’t tell from her expression if she was disgusted or aroused, and I was amazed at how brazenly Katie was revealing her secret fetish.
Katie, having already started though, wasn’t about to stop. She pulled the lever and pushed the back of the seat down so that it was flat, causing Gina to have to scoot over to the middle of the backseat. Then, she eased herself towards Gina and raised the bottle to her lips. To my surprise, Gina didn’t pull away, and as the first couple drops of piss dripped onto her lips, her tongue snaked out and licked them up. Obviously enjoying it, and quickly sinking into Katie’s depravity, her mouth parted and she allowed Katie to pour the warm fluid into her mouth.
She almost gagged as her mouth rapidly filled, but then she managed to swallow and accept another mouthful, and then another. Katie was moaning and mewling with delight as she watched the perverted scene that she was directing. She began to slide the bottle from side to side, coating all of Gina’s face, causing it to pour from her chin and run down her neck to her tits. Seeing Gina’s hard nipples outlined against the now damp fabric of her top, Katie reached out and pulled it over her head; then untied her bikini top and pulled it down, fully revealing her big, bouncy tits. Katie now directed the dwindling flow from the bottle across those full breasts and hard nipples, eliciting groans of approval from Gina’s piss-coated throat.
The bottle finally empty, Katie leaned her head down and buried her face between Gina’s boobs, lapping at the wetness that covered them. She licked and sucked them dry, getting every last drop, savoring the salty tang of my piss and Gina’s sweat, ending up with Gina’s rigid nipple locked firmly between her lips.
Gina’s head was thrown back again, her pussy on fire. She couldn’t believe the feelings that were coursing through her body. Her diamond-hard nipples were searing points of pleasure as Katie continued to suck and nibble on them. The rest of her body was covered with piss, and she was thoroughly enjoying every second of it, the warmth, the depravity, and especially the taste of it coating her mouth and throat. Now all she needed was her aching pussy to be filled.
I jerked my attention briefly back to the road, where I swerved in time to just avoid running right up the back of the old fart in front of me. Damn people, driving 55 in the left lane. I went around him, switched back to the left lane and sped up to 80. I needed to hurry up and get home, so I could get in on some of the action that was taking place in the backseat. My cock was so hard that it hurt, and it was everything that I could do not to jerk off as I continued to watch the events taking place back there, but I didn’t want to waste it on my hand when I could bury my cock in one or both of those tight pussies. But, oh man, they were driving me crazy!
Katie was still on her hands and knees on the reclined seat, her ass waving invitingly just to the right of me, her shorts riding up exposing the bottom of her ass-cheeks and the large wet stain covering her crotch. Again, how I wanted to lean over and bury my face in that wetness. Instead, I glanced in the mirror again to see what they were up to now.
As I looked, Katie was lowering her head farther, licking her way down Gina’s stomach towards her soaked crotch, until she pushed her face firmly into that damp valley. Both girls were moaning loudly as Katie ground her face against the crotch of Gina’s saturated jean shorts, covering herself with Gina’s spent fluids. All I could see was the back of her head, but I could hear her sucking lewdly on the fabric of Gina’s shorts, trying to draw Gina’s piss from them and into her mouth.
“Oh fuck!” Gina squealed, “Oh yes. That’s it. Suck up my piss you dirty, little slut! Yeah, lick it up. Lick it! Can you taste it? Can you taste my hot, dirty piss? Huh? Do you like it? Oh god, oh god yessss!”
Katie didn’t bother to answer, just continued to grind her face into Gina’s crotch, sucking and slurping what she could. Then after a few more moments, she pulled Gina up and maneuvered her until she was on all fours next to her, facing forward, her head now up by me. Katie began tugging on Gina’s shorts, and finally, after a little struggle, managed to push them down off her hips.
So she was going in for the real thing, I thought, still juggling watching the road and watching the two of them. So did Gina, begging, “Oh yes… oh Katie. Katie, lick my pussy. Lick my pissy little pussy. Make me cum, oh… I need to cum! Lick meeee!” The last was almost a plaintive wail, as Katie slid down Gina’s bikini bottom, fully exposing her pussy and ass.
But before she dove in, she had a couple other things planned. She leaned over and stuffed Gina’s piss-soaked bikini in my mouth!
“Suck on these!” she hissed, and I opened up submissively, allowing her to force-feed that warm, wet fabric into my mouth, almost gagging she pushed so much of it in. “Suck the piss from this slut’s dirty panties! Suck them clean!”
I started sucking as commanded. Pulling the tangy fluid from the fabric, feeling it trickle down the back of my throat. Oh god, I loved it! Loved every second, every humiliating moment.
Gina was watching me as I sucked on her soiled bottoms, obviously loving the perversion of it. “How does it taste?” she asked, and I shuddered with pleasure at the crudeness of the question. “Oh Katie, you’re so dirty! I love it,” she continued.
“No,” Katie replied, burying a hand in Gina’s hair and pushing her face towards my crotch, where my rock-hard cock was begging for some much needed attention, “Dirty is when I fuck you in the ass with this bottle, while you deep-throat my boyfriend’s big cock.”
Gina let out a little squeal, and even I glanced over at Katie in surprise at this unexpected comment, but then Gina’s mouth was on my cock, and all both of us could answer with was grunts and groans. Katie smiled at me mischievously. “Don’t forget to keep an eye on the road,” she said and then disappeared into the back seat.
Keep an eye on the road? Yeah right! How the hell was I supposed to do that? What, with Gina slobbering hungrily over my cock, and knowing that Katie was about to get really naughty in the backseat, it didn’t seem likely. Still, I tried; alternating glances between the road in front of me and Katie in the rear-view mirror.
As I looked back, I found Katie waiting to catch my gaze. Then with a wink and a smile, she lowered her face towards Gina’s raised ass. I looked forward then back. Her face now buried in Gina’s crack, her eyes still visible above, watching me, savoring my reaction, I got the distinct impression that she was tonguing Gina’s ass. Which was confirmed a moment later.
“Gina, do you like that baby? Do you like the feel of my tongue in your ass?” Katie purred. Gina must have, because she began to moan louder, while continuing to rocket her mouth up and down on my huge erection. “Good, because you’re about to get a whole lot more,” Katie promised.
I glanced back and watched as Katie brought the beer bottle up to Gina’s ass. She began to work it around that saliva-soaked entrance, all the while smiling at me naughtily. I couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with it. But a moment later, when Gina squealed and began sucking me even more ferociously, I realized that she had actually penetrated the tight ring of Gina’s ass. All the while, she had a huge smile on her face, and I could tell that she was enjoying her domination of Gina immensely.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, you little slut?” Katie panted, beginning to thrust the bottle deeper and deeper into Gina’s asshole. “You like it up the ass, huh?”
“I knew you would,” Katie continued, working the bottle faster and faster as Gina began to grunt and groan like a pig, thrusting her ass back to meet each push, never losing her grip on my cock. “I knew you’d like it in the ass. You’re such a dirty whore! First, you drink my piss, then you take it up the ass. My god, what a slut. What a dirty, naughty slut you are Gina!”
Gina must have like being called a slut even more, because her grunts rose to a crescendo and she began to buck her body viciously against Katie’s driving hand, her mouth sucking down firmly on my hard shaft. I could feel my orgasm begin to build, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was spraying her throat with my pearly cum.
Katie was still fucking her hard. I could see her pull the bottle almost all the way out each time before plunging it back deeply as she could into Gina’s ass. “I can’t wait to get you home and see what other kind of naughty things we can get you to do. Maybe I’ll sit on your face while Jack fucks you in the ass, what do you think of that? You can suck me clean, while he pumps his cum deep into this juicy little asshole. Oh yeah!”
Gina let out a loud, muffled scream as my sperm coated her tongue and shot down her throat, and I knew she was coming also. Her back arched violently, and her whole body shook, as orgasm after orgasm coursed through her, until finally she collapsed in my lap, a sweaty, piss-soaked, exhausted heap.
As my eyes finally uncrossed, I saw that we were approaching our exit and I got over onto the off-ramp. As we exited, I glanced back at Katie. She was grinning happily, obviously pleased with herself and what she had caused, but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t yet finished. I thought about her last comments, and as the last of my cum dripped out onto Gina’s lips, I pushed down on the accelerator, eager to get home.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 10.14.13
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Its been a long time since we have had a peeing story, I came across this and though you may all enjoy a it.
It was a late night in May as Chelsea lay in bed illuminated by the screen of her lap top. At the moment Chelsea was indulging in one of her most kinky and secret pleasures; she was a wetter.
She loved the feeling of the instant when her bladder was unable to hold back the flood of pee any longer; first resisting the impending flood, but then allowing it to escape in full force into whatever, if anything, she was wearing. She not only loved pissing in her panties but she had recently become interested in diapers.
Chelsea was petite 18 year old girl just finishing up her final month of high school. She had bright green eyes and long wavy blond hair that fell just short of her round shapely ass. She was quite slender and had long toned legs, but was actually quite busty on top. She normally wore a 36C bra but on this current night she did not.
Her gorgeous supple body lay on her bed completely exposed except for the partial cover given by her hair as it lay draped across her luscious tits allowing only one fully aroused nipple to penetrate her golden locks. She was quite the sight as she lay illuminated by the light from her laptop wearing nothing but a pull-up diaper which was quite snug and tightly cupped her rapidly moistening hairless pussy.
She was feeling particularly kinky this evening and decided to try on one of the pull-ups she had bought last week and had hidden in her panty drawer which was also home to her numerous sex toys and a bag of pot which she had just finished smoking a joint from thinking that it may help to lower her inhibitions from the act she was planning to perform.
She watched with lust as the scene unfolded before her on her laptop. She watched as two young girls, naked except for the diapers they were wearing, slowly caressed in a lustful embrace. A man then entered the scene and the girls pulled his stiffening rod from his underwear and began to hungrily slobber over his cock.
One of the girls let the man’s cock drop from her mouth and laid flat on her back, while the other proceeded to straddle her face in a 69 position while still sucking on the throbbing cock in front of her; her body tensed briefly and then relaxed allowing her golden flood to fill her diaper which began to sag. She was grinding her soaking wet diaper covered pussy into the face of the girl below her who then pulled her diaper aside. She continued to lap at the golden nectar while she pressed her middle finger all the way into the pissing girl’s tight puckered ass. The girl on the bottom then let out a moan accompanied by an enormous flood that leaked around the sides of her diaper soaking the bed below.
As the girl on bottom continued to finger the others ass while licking her pussy, the man pulled his cock from the top girls mouth. He directed his attention to the girl on the bottom; he pushed the diaper against her pussy unleashing an even greater flood that was added to the already substantial puddle forming on the mattress.
He forcefully ripped the diaper to the side causing one of the side clasps to release revealing her bare, swollen pussy, still dripping with piss and her cum that dripped into the crack of her ass. He drove his saliva coated cock into the eagerly awaiting pussy and pumped in and out until he shot his cum into her pulsating pussy.
As he pulled out cum began to ooze out of her gaping hole which trickled down over her puckered ass and finally reached the soaked diaper where it mixed with her piss and cum.
The video continued but Chelsea could take no more; she had drunk over a gallon of water in the last hour purposely pushing her bladder to its limit. Her lower stomach was swollen with all of the water she had drank and the diaper was squeezing her bladder causing her pussy to release a few quick bursts of piss into her diaper before she clenched it back with all her might. She then delivered a steady push on her bladder; she couldn’t hold back the flood gates any longer and piss began to fill her diaper.
She felt the most amazing warmth that first started where the opening of her cunt was held firmly by the diaper but it quickly began to spread below into the crack of her ass and finally the warmth accumulated around the leg holes of her diaper and a small trickle escaped dripping onto her mattress.
At this moment she decided to prolong this orgasmic experience and stopped the flow of pee into her diaper. From under her pillow she pulled one of her favorite toys a thick seven inch bright purple vibrating dildo, which she eyed with lust. She unfastened the two sides of her pull-up allowing her to pull the front down while the rest of the soaked material remained beneath her dew covered ass. She was more wet than she had ever been in her life so she skipped the lube, cranked the dial on the bottom of the dildo to max power, and thrust it deep into her pussy.
Within seconds she could feel the approach of an orgasm; her first arrived seconds later sending the most intense wave of pleasure through her quivering body as another gush of pee shot from her soaking lips, some of which missed the diaper and soaked her sheets.
As she basked in the pleasure from the most intense orgasm she had experienced she slowly rubbed her middle finger around her asshole and allowing only her first digit to slip inside as it tightly clenched down in response to her probing and from the aftershock of her orgasm. Chelsea with a naughty grin released a few more squirts into her nearly satiated diaper.
Removing her finger from her ass she crammed the still vibrating dildo as far into her pussy as it would allow, pulled the diaper back over her pussy and refastened it. She squirmed with pleasure as the vibration encompassed her wet pussy, relishing in the feeling provided by her tightly fitting soaked diaper. As she felt her next orgasm approach she let go a surprisingly enormous amount of piss that was begging to escape her bladder.
As the urine flooded around her ass it began to pool within the diaper and gushed out of the seam between her fair skinned thigh and the diaper, completely soaking her bed beneath her. The kinkiness of filling her diaper with piss that it was unable to contain combined with the intense vibration within it pushed her over the edge.
Her hips bucked into the air allowing a streaming trail of urine to escape from her diaper which landed with a soft patter into the wetness below her. A long intense moan escaped through her clenched teeth reverberating around the room of the completely silent house in which her parents slept.
She collapsed with a sigh into the puddle of her piss, switched the vibrator off through the sodden material of her diaper, and passed into a deep content sleep.
In the morning she gently woke as a ray of the early morning sun fell upon the subtle freckles of her young face. She awoke feeling amazing, the events of last night not yet having penetrated the fog of her early morning slumber.
Her hand slowly dipped to her naked breast where it continued on its path to her pussy. As her hand brushed across the saggy wet lump of her diapered pussy she woke with a start. She lay completely naked without a blanket or sheet in the middle of her soaked mattress and her mother would be in to wake her any moment for school.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 08.13.13
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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.
“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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Posted on 02.05.13
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Hi, My name is Andrea, and I would like to tell you about an actual experience that opened my eyes to a whole new world of pleasure.
Last year, in the height of summer, I spent a weekend with my friend Elaine on her father’s farm. One of our favourite spots was a small lake in the hills where the sheep graze, where we sunbathe and swim, naked. The lake is miles from any road, and is only accessible by farm tracks across several fields, which are all private to the general public. So we have no chance of being seen.
We took the 4WD up to the lake, and stopped on the track at its closest point to the lake, which is about 100 yards. We got out and stripped off all our clothes. Elaine is a 5′ 8″ blonde with shoulder length hair, firm 36″ breasts with pert pink nipples, and a completely shaven pussy. I am 5′ 7″, brunette with shoulder length hair, 34″ breasts (also firm) with pink nipples, and neatly trimmed pubes.
We then gathered what we would take down to the lake with us; rugs, lotions, and, towels, and put them in a shoulder bag. I took the bag while Elaine closed the back of the 4WD, and started towards the lake when Elaine said “Wait a mo…”. I turned to face her while she spoke “I must have a pee. I should have gone before I left but I didn’t need then.”
Instead of going behind the 4WD, as I expected, she stood facing me with parted legs and started to pee. I was stunned. I had never seen anything like that before, and I stood watching her, totally transfixed by the stream of piss gushing from her bare slit between her legs and splashing onto the packed dried earth of the track, forming rivulets that meandered and met each other on the uneven surface. Something funny was happening to me as I watched. A tension formed in my lower abdomen, my breathing faltered, my heart beat faster, and I felt a tingle start in my cunt. I couldn’t explain this, and tried to fight it, as I had often seen Elaine naked, and been naked with her, and not felt anything like this before. Her pee seemed to last for ages, then it died down until it dripped from her plump lips. Then she said, “That’s better, let’s get going”, as if nothing had happened.
As we walked the hundred yards towards the lake, my mind was going over what had happened, trying to analyse it, while trying to keep a conversation going with Elaine. As we spread the rugs on the ground I sneaked a quick touch to my cunt and found it wet with juices. I got worried in case Elaine noticed, and endeavoured to keep my cunt lips hidden from Elaine.
We took turns to spread lotion on each other to protect ourselves from the sun. As I spread lotion on Elaine, my situation became worse. To keep her from noticing my wet pussy, I kneeled beside her, keeping my knees together. When I was putting lotion on her breasts, I felt her nipples stiffen under my hands. I then felt a flood of juices from my cunt cover the backs of my legs. Worse was to come when Elaine insisted that I rub lotion into her mons and between her legs. I couldn’t avoid brushing my hands against her lips, and when I did, they slid with a fluid that was not sun lotion. Elaine was also wet.
This was getting to much for me and I had to do something to end my aroused state. So when it was my turn to have lotion rubbed on me, I went into the bag and pretended that I had left it in the 4WD. I said I would be back in a jiffy, and ran up to the 4WD, and went round to the blind side of the vehicle and sat on the door step with my legs apart and proceeded to wank myself vigorously. I was rapidly building up to a climax, when I heard Elaine’s voice saying, “So this is what you are up to, and I came up to tell you I found your lotion in the bag after all.”
I blushed, then Elaine said, “Why do that on your own, it’s much more fun with someone else.” and with that, she proceeded to insert one, and then two fingers into her cunt as she stood in front of me. “C’mon, let’s have a quick one here to relieve ourselves, and then go down to the lake and have a nice long relaxing wank. Watch me, and I’ll watch you, we’ll learn from each other that way.” So, with her bare cunt barely a foot from my face, she pushed her fingers in and out vigorously, and I started wanking again, becoming even more turned on by seeing her wank, and how the folds of her cunt moved with her fingers.
Then Elaine leaned forward and supported herself on the side of the 4WD with her other arm as her torso convulsed in what appeared to be a massive orgasm. Juices covered her cunt and her fingers, and then she removed her fingers and stood up straight. As she did so, I could clearly see her clit protrude, which looked so sexy that my orgasm quickly followed. I felt so dirty having wanked in front of someone, something I had never done before, and despite having come, still felt as randy as hell. Elaine took the hand that I had been wanking with and raised it to her mouth and licked my juices. At the same time she placed her wanking hand to my mouth. Gingerly, I extended my tongue and touched her juice soaked fingers. She tasted delicious, and I immediately wanted to taste her cunt, but did not dare at that point in time.
We walked back to the lake, where I let Elaine apply my lotion, but now I was glad to let her as I lay on my back with my legs apart so she could see every part of my hairy cunt. I resolved to shave my pussy bare so that nothing about me was hidden. I also resolved to piss in front of her, but only when I was full to bursting point, and whilst my wank had emphasized my need of a piss, I was determined to hold back.
Elaine’s application of the lotion was amazing, she teased my breasts with gentle touches before rubbing in the lotion harder, and she left my pussy till last. When she eventually got down there, I felt gentle touches over my lips, and then she brushed my clit. I squirmed, and trapped her hand between my legs hard against my cunt. I lay back once more and parted my
“Just you wait”, I gasped, “I’m gonna suck your cunt dry when you’re finished down there”, hardly believing I had just said such a thing. I had never talked so dirty in my life.
She stopped and said, “No need for me to wait”, and she swung herself around, straddled my face so that her dripping cunt was over my mouth, and she resumed her licking of my cunt. The aroma of her cunt caressed my nostrils and I needed no further bidding to plunge my tongue between her sopping lips. There was a resistance until I slid my tongue along her crack and found her hole, and it slid in. “I wonder if this is what it feels like to a man when he sticks his dick in?” I thought. Elaine tasted delicious. Her hot juices running over my face felt gorgeous.
As we proceeded to lick each other’s cunts out, it seemed more like a race to see who could make the other come first, rather than who would come first. Had it been the latter, then I would have won, for I came with a vengeance, writhing and bucking, and almost throwing Elaine off. I lost my rythm with my tongue on Elaine’s cunt, so she proceeded to finger herself to climax, still straddling my face, while I got over my orgasm. Seeing her finger herself at such close quarters was an education, especially when she came, and the thick creamy uices flowed out over her fingers.
Elaine rolled off me and we lay on the rug gathering ourselves together for several minutes, our cunts still inches away from each others faces. Then we both went into the lake and washed each other, and then dried each other.
Having done that, we decided we should have lunch, so we went back to the 4WD and sat on the back step eating luch while we discussed the morning’s happenings. Once I admitted that it was Elaine pissing that had got me started, Elaine admitted that in warm weather she gets exceedingly randy, and had set out to shock me by being a pure brazen, filthy, exhibitionist, slut (her own words). She then went on to tell me how pissing had intrigued her after seeing it in a porno video, and how she had privately pissed out of, and in, doors in various positions. She had even laid towels on the floor so she could stand in front of a full-length mirror and watch herself. Until that day, she had never exhibited herself pissing before,
I said that I needed a piss and was going to do it now while she watched, but she said “Not yet, let’s go back down to the lake side and you can do it there.” So off we went back down.
I was really very eager to piss for her so I asked her if she would prefer me standing or squatting. “Kneeling astride me!” was her answer, and once more I stuttered with surprise. What?” I said. “I want you to piss on me.” she said. “Kneel astride me and piss on my tits and finish off on my pussy”, and she lay back on the grass. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes, now come on and do it.”
So I kneeled astride her torso and squeezed, but nothing came out, even though I was very full. I squeezed harder, and a few drips came out and landed on her tummy directly below my cunt. I squeezed even harder, but all I could manage were drips. Elaine was getting impatient and asked what was wrong. I told her I couldn’t manage, and she said I should cease squeezing and relax, and then apply gentle pressure, gradually building up. This I did, and although nothing came out, I neither increased nor relaxed the pressure, and eventally piss started to trickle out of me onto her stomach. The trickle became a flow, and I moved up her body slightly so that it landed on her tits. When the flow was steady, I applied more pessure and it started to gush, missing her tits, and splashing on her throat. I moved back down her body and splashed my gushing piss over her tits. “Ooh, your hot piss feels lovely on me. Piss on my cunt now”, she ordered.
I manoeuvred into a squat over her cunt, never once ceasing the flow of piss, and feeling my own hot piss run down my thighs as I changed position. I pissed over her cunt with all the force I could muster, aiming for her plump lips and clit. She came, and I finished my piss in my own hands, splashing it all over her.
“Now it’s your turn.” she said as she pushed me onto my back on the grass. She kneeled astride me and once again I had a wonderful view of her beautiful cunt. No sooner had she got into position, piss started to gush from her cunt all over my tits. It felt wonderful, her hot piss splashing on my sensitive nipples and then running over my tits, tickling me as it ran down my stomach and over my sides. She arched backwards slightly and then her piss hit me full in my face. “Drink it,” she laughed, “It tastes marvellous.” I had little choice, as my mouth had been open and some had got in. It didn’t taste as bad as I expected, but the initial saltiness made me splutter. Then she squatted over my cunt, pissing into my pubic hair, and forming bubbles, before directing her full gush on my cunt lips. Then I came, and Elaine finished off her piss by standing up and walking up my body until she stood astride my head to let me catch the last drops in my mouth.
Then she started to wank herself and so did I. The rest of the afternoon was spent wanking; ourselves, each other. I’ve never spent such an enjoyable day, and I’ve never been so sexed up in my life before, nor enjoyed sex so much.
We had one last dip in the lake to wash each other, and after towelling off, we returned to the 4WD. We started to get dressed, and Elaine pulled one more surprise on me. Standing in only her panties, she started to piss. A darker wet patch formed in the crotch and piss started to flow through the gusset. Then she began to walk towards me, still pissing, and her thighs and inside legs glistened with flowing piss. A trail of wet footprints and splashes showed where she had been. She stopped a couple of feet from me and squatted to finish off her piss. Her panties were soaking. Then she rubbed her cunt through her wet panties and brought herself off quickly to a climax.
“That was amazing, why don’t you try it? The feeling of hot wet material clinging to my cunt really sends me wild”, she said. “Besides, I want to see you wet yourself…. I’ve never watched anyone other than myself wet themselves before.”
So I thought “What the hell…”, slipped into my panties and walked a few yards away from Elaine. Then I stood facing her with my legs apart and started pissing. Sure enough, when I felt my hot piss soak into the material and spread over my cunt lips, I got the most amazing sensation. I walked slowly and steadily towards Elaine, and the piss flowed through my panties and down my legs. I cannot adequately describe the sensations I was receiving. Then I squatted a few feet from Elaine. The piss flowed down to my bum, caressing my arsehole, and soaking the material covering my buttocks. When I had finished pissing, I rubbed my cunt through the wet material and came almost immediately. Wow, it was a really amazing wank. I
Elaine slipped on her short summer skirt and button-up top, leaving her midriff bare, and kept her wet panties on, so I did the same, then we got into the 4WD and drove back to the farmhouse. When she got out, I noticed a wet patch on the seat of her skirt. My heart skipped a beat, and I checked mine, and found it also to be wet. We checked the seat fabric in the 4WD and found that to be damp also. We hoped it would dry out before the 4WD was used again.
That was only the beginning. That weekend with Elaine produced more wet experiences, and has led to me creating my own experiences, and in doing so, finding more pissing companions who are more outrageous than Elaine and I were
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Posted on 10.25.12
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I was in my office quietly working when I heard a female voice say “Oh shit!”, over the cubicle wall. My surprise turned to astonishment when I realized the voice belonged to Niki. She usually said things like “Darn it!”, or “Gee!”, I had never heard her swear. I had to go and see what the problem was. I got there about the same time Joan did. A coffee cup had overturned on Niki’s desk. The runoff had landed in her lap, causing a dark stain in her khaki skirt that looked liked she had wet herself. The thought of Niki wetting herself caused my cock to harden, which I hoped nobody would notice. “Are you OK?”, Joan and I asked in unison. Niki’s face was nearly as red as her short hair, which caused her freckles to really stand out. “Yeah, the cup’s been on my desk a while, so the coffee isn’t real hot.”, she said. Joan giggled as she stated the obvious, “It looks like you wet yourself.” Niki blushed even more as Joan said this. Joan and I took turns kidding Niki about her foul language, then drifted off, but not before Niki stole a quick glance and my erection. I thought about how her white hose, brown pumps, khaki skirt, and white cotton blouse with turquoise stripes would look soaked with piss as I went back to my desk.
I heard a knock on my cubicle wall and looked up to see Niki, standing so her wet skirt was hidden. My hard cock was still obvious, and Niki sneaked a few looks at it as she asked if she could borrow my coat to hide her skirt on the way out. I readily agreed and Niki said she was ready to leave now. “I know it’s a little early, but I don’t want to sit around in my wet skirt.”, she said. She waited while I locked up and she put on my coat and buttoned it up. I escorted her to the parking lot and when we got to her car she removed my coat, giving me a good view of her wet skirt. My half hard cock got fully erect as I looked at her skirt. Niki was obviously checking out my cock as she thanked me for letting her use my coat. “The real reason I left early is that I thought you might like this…”, Niki said. My heart pounded as Niki spread her legs slightly and stuck her hand into her crotch. The dark spot in her skirt got shiny again and started to expand as Niki started to pee. My cock was just about tearing a hole in my lightweight cotton dress slacks as the stain made it’s way down the front of Niki’s skirt. Yellow trails started to appear in her white stockings as piss made its way down her legs. I couldn’t believe Niki was wetting herself in the parking lot! Niki’s pee reached the hem of her skirt and started dripping off the hem and onto her brown pumps. The trails of piss in her stockings got wider as she pissed. The yellow flood reached her feet and started to fill her pumps, dripping over the side of her pumps and squishing through the seams. “You like?”, Niki asked coyly. I forgot where I was and pulled Niki to me. I kissed her deeply as I grabbed her ass with two hands and felt my pants get wet as her skirt rubbed against me. “I guess you do!”, she said, as she stepped back to break the kiss and my embrace. She smiled at me and gave my cock a quick feel through the wet front of my pants. “I’d love to continue this at my place.”, Niki said. Niki got in the car as I stared at the puddle of piss she’d left on the pavement. I quickly went around to the passenger side when I remembered where I was and the condition of my pants. There is a time and a place for everything, and this wasn’t the time nor place for a wet pair of pants! Niki and I confessed our love of piss soaked clothing to each other as we drove. I told her she had caused me a real problem at work when I saw her looking like she’d pissed herself. “I saw that.”, she said, licking her lips slightly. “You’re lucky I spilled my coffee!”, she continued. “And how!”, I said, visions of just how Niki would look in about 10 minutes filling my head.
The ride home was having its usual effect on my kidneys and by the time we got to Niki’s I really had to piss. We went inside and Niki got a bottle of wine and two glasses. We sat at the kitchen table in our damp clothing and had a few glasses of wine. “Will you wet your pants for me?”, Niki asked. Niki led me onto her back porch. She turned around and stared at my cock as she said “Go for it!”. I relaxed and let my urine flow. My gray dress slacks showed a dark circle around the head of my cock that grew slowly. When the dark stain reached my crotch it proceeded down my thighs and along the inseam of my pants, leaving shiny darkness behind it. The stain expanded upward almost reaching my belt loops before Niki knelt in front of me. I heard and felt her unzip my fly as I felt my shoes and socks fill with warm piss. She pulled my cock through my underwear and fly while I was still peeing, soaking her hand and the arm of her blouse in the process. My piss arced towards her, splattering all over her breasts. Her striped blouse started to grow transparent as it stuck to Niki, revealing a lacy white bra. Before my piss reached her skirt she devoured my cock with her mouth. Niki kept up with my flow, drinking rapidly as I pissed. I stopped peeing, but Niki didn’t stop slurping at my cock until I was spurting cum down her throat and over her face and blouse.
I was pretty wet from the waist down and the front of Niki’s blouse and skirt were just as soaked. I assisted Niki to her feet, then kissed her, making an effort to keep my shirt and tie dry. I kissed my way down Niki’s chin tasting my piss on the way. I worked my way down her shoulder to her left breast. I sucked my own piss off of Niki’s breast, then moved to her other breast after her nipple hardened. When both nipples were hard I kissed my way down to the front of her skirt, finally tasting her pee. I lifted her skirt to find a wet garter belt and stockings and ran my tongue along the top of her stockings and along her thigh, then to her pussy, sucking piss through her lacy white panties. Niki’s panties bulged as she started to piss. I lapped at flow, locking my mouth over her pussy as she pissed. I kept up for a while, but Niki increased her flow and I was forced to let piss run out of my mouth. I felt my collar getting soaked with Niki’s warm fluid. Piss was running down the front of tie and over my shoulders as she pushed my face into her crotch. I felt the front and back of my shirt get wet as I sucked her wet panties into my mouth. Her warm piss was washing over my belt and down my pants and I chewed on her lacy panties. I came close to orgasm as her piss reached my cock and balls. I shivered as her piss ran down my back and over the crack of my ass. Niki stopped peeing and I nearly ripped her panties to shreds as I pulled them away from her fragrant pussy. I could tell the wetness was from more than piss as I spread her labia and kissed her clit. I fingered her asshole as I steadily licked her clit. Niki mashed my face into her pussy as she came, coating my face with her juices. She rinsed my face with a few quick spurts of piss, losing control of her bladder a bit as she came. Niki smiled weakly at me as she dropped to her knees. She sat down, then laid back on the piss wet outdoor carpet. I spread her legs and hiked up her skirt, then dropped my pants. I knelt between her legs, then lowered myself onto her. Niki guided my cock into her soaked pussy as I lay down. I didn’t do anything at first, enjoying the feel of my cock as her wet pussy caressed it as well as the feel of her piss soaked body against me. Niki moved first, grinding her pelvis against me and sighing as my cock fully penetrated her. She ground up slowly at me and I picked up her rhythm, driving my cock deeply into her at the top of her stroke. We slowly picked up speed and Niki wrapped her legs around me. I could feel her heels dig me slightly as we humped ever faster. I kissed Niki and squeezed her breasts through her wet blouse as I enjoyed the feel of her piss soaked stockings on my ass and legs. We found a comfortable speed and drove our bodies together. I grunted slightly at the bottom of each stroke, and Niki moaned lightly just after wards. My grunts got louder and Niki’s moans turned to a loud “OHHH YESSSSSS!” as we came. I almost passed out as Niki’s legs and vagina locked tightly around me. We laid together quietly for a while as my cock softened and our body fluids mingled. Niki moaned softly as I let some piss escape my half hard cock, which was still in her vagina. Niki suggested we clean each other off so I got off of her and laid down on the carpet. Niki got to her knees and straddled me. She bent over to lick my cock and she lowered her pussy over me. I licked piss and cum from her pussy, getting it nice and clean as she started to bob up and down over my cock. I kissed and nibbled around her labia a while then started to lick her clit as she kept bobbing away. I picked up my pace as I felt my orgasm building. I exploded into Niki’s mouth, and she tried to suck every drop of my cum up as I gushed away. I could feel some of cum land in my pubic hair as she swallowed. Niki looked at me, cum dripping out of the corners of her mouth as she came, dousing my face with her juices. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as Niki let loose with piss. Niki held my cock and licked her pussy as she peed. I let loose a few squirts of pee which Niki hungrily lapped up. I stopped peeing way before Niki did. Niki got off me and looked at me. My face, hair, shirt, and tie were soaked. Niki played with my nipples through my transparent shirt as she said “Sorry about the tie.” Niki was pretty wet too. Her blouse was transparently plastered to her chest, the front of her skirt was soaked from her waist to the hem. Her stockings and pumps were also drenched with piss. Niki sat down and spread her legs. I got to my knees and Niki grabbed my cock with two hands and pulled me to her. I walked on my knees until my cock was nestled between her breasts. She slid my cock into her shirt and squeezed it between her breasts. I started to fuck her breasts, enjoying the feel of her wet bra, blouse and her soft skin against my cock. It didn’t take long for me to orgasm, gobs of white cum all over her blouse, bra and breasts. I washed the mess away with a warm piss, resoaking her bra and blouse. The stream reached her chin and my piss ran down to rewet the front of her skirt. Niki pushed me away and turned, a trail of piss running along the dry side of her skirt to her ass. Niki wiggled her ass in front of me as I wet down the ass of her khaki skirt. When I ran dry, she lifted her skirt up to expose her pussy. I took her from behind, sliding my cock into her pussy. Our doggie style fuck lasted a long time since I was pretty tired. Niki came before I did and she drove her ass at me as I humped her until I had a small orgasm. We relaxed a while, then stripped off our wet things. We went inside and cleaned up in the shower, then got all piss covered again in the tub. Somehow I managed to get hard and we fucked, our naked piss covered bodies grinding together. I couldn’t cum again but Niki did. We showered again and headed off to bed. We snuggled up together and pulled the covers up high, drifting off to a relaxing sleep.
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Posted on 09.26.12
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A lesbian peeing story for the weekend
The train rattled over the points, slowing, and I looked up from my magazine. I could see we were finally drawing into the station at Edinburgh, and the sudden realisation that this was finally it made my heart beat faster. What would Lisa be like? Would she like me?, I thought. After all these months of eMail, phone calls and meeting in chat rooms, we would finally meet. We had exchanged pictures of course, but I knew that I had picked better ones to make myself look good, and wondered if Lisa had done the same. There were a few more minutes before the train would actually arrive, but I was now too nervous to concentrate on the magazine. I toyed with it restlessly, planning my exit from the train.
The train drew out again, and my heart was in my mouth, and pounding. This is it! It was almost too much- I felt like turning and running, but the train was leaving; I was now committed. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t turn up.. I suddenly thought, both fearing and in a strange way hoping this. The platform was still quite crowded, and so far I hadn’t spotted Lisa, nor moved from the spot a few feet from where I had disembarked. As the crowds grew thin I could make out the slim figure of a lone woman beyond the ticket barriers. She was looking a little forlorn, searching the faces of the streaming crowds, but I was too far away to see her clearly. It must be her, I thought, but still couldn’t be sure. I picked up my small weekend case (I was travelling light), and started to walk towards the figure. Halfway, she waved, a little tentatively. My heart leapt and I waved back. This is it!!!
Despite my nerves I broke into a huge grin and started to trot more quickly towards her. “Charlie!!!” she yelled, running to the barrier. By now I could make her out much more clearly, and the eager beaming smile on her face set my mind very much at rest. The ticket collector waved me through, and dropping my case I ran up and embraced Lisa. It was very natural and all trace of awkwardness was instantly gone. It was as though we were old friends, which, in a way we were. “Let me look at you!” Lisa said, stepping back. I smiled, and for the first time I could see just how she looked. She was pretty, but not what you would call stunning, with quite long and full brown hair, brown eyes and a pretty nose, speckled with lots of freckles. She was very slim and petite, and wore a simple cotton shift printed in a simple floral design. She was lovely, and right away I knew I had made a good choice. “Oh Charlie!” she exclaimed, “you are gorgeous!” I modestly waved away the remark, this was always the adjective she used. She had a lovely lilting accent- I was familiar with it of course, but hearing it ‘IRL’ was a heart-melting experience. We hugged once again, but refrained from kissing- it was a rather public space. I felt suddenly so excited, a tingling feeling low down in my abdomen complemented my pounding heart. “Come on!” said Lisa, “I have my car outside, let’s get going”. I picked up my case and we walked hand in hand to the car park.
As we drove through the busy streets Lisa was talking non-stop about the city, the places we passed, the gossip of the last few days, and most of all, how excited she was about me coming to stay with her for the weekend. Certainly the feeling was mutual, and I felt so high at the prospect of the fun we were going to have. I wondered exactly what we would be getting up to- certainly our online chats and phone conversations had been extremely wild at times. I had come prepared, but the reality of the situation compared to the phone and the chat rooms was really quite different, and something I had been unable to fully anticipate. “So darling…” Lisa was saying, “I hope you are not going to clam up on me and be shy- remember what we talked about?” I certainly did. “I want to play that out for real.. no holds barred” she said.
“Of course lover,” I replied, “I’ve brought everything we might need” I indicated my case lying on the back seat.
“Oh god Charlie, I’ve waited for this for so long.. ever since our very first chat online I have wanted to meet you.. and here you are in my car!” Lisa hitched up her dress and I could see her thin white panties were quite wet in a thin dark line right down the slight bulge of her crotch.
I giggled “I see you’ve made a start!” I said.
“Charlotte, I haven’t stopped frigging myself all morning thinking about what we are going to do!”
Lisa’s flat was on the ground floor of a large converted Victorian house, set up high off the road. We climbed the steps to the front door, and Lisa unlocked it and ushered me through. It was tastefully decorated, though not richly- I’m sure Lisa could not afford much but she had done very well nevertheless. As soon as the door clunked behind us, Lisa embraced me in the darkened hallway, natural daylight filtering through from the room next door. I was quite a bit taller than her, and more fully built- she felt like a waif in my arms, and I kissed the top of her head tenderly. She looked up into my eyes, and I slowly bent my head, and we kissed. The first kiss was such a sweet release- all the time we’d known each other we’d both longed for this moment, the feeling of lips on lips, the real touch of a warm feminine hand. Lisa started to gently stroke my breasts through my blouse, and I stroked her arms and back, all the time kissing and getting more and more sexual with it. My tongue traced her warm mouth, lips, teeth, tongue, and she responded in kind, rubbing my nipples harder to erection. “Charlie…” Lisa whispered, “please come into the bathroom. Now.”. She led me by the hand and we went through to the back of the house where the bathroom was. I could hardly take in the details of the flat, but it had a lovely intimate warmth to it, I felt. The bathroom was surprisingly spacious, tiled in black and white on the floor, with pure white basin, toilet and bath. I knew what I had to do- we had discussed this so often… and here we finally were. I shrugged off my jacket, and sat down upon the closed toilet seat, smoothing my thigh-length black velvet skirt, and motioning for Lisa to come and sit. She wrapped one arm around my neck, sitting on my lap, legs closed together. We kissed again, this time very ardently and wetly, and Lisa fumbled to undo the buttons of my blouse.
“Hang on” I whispered, “let’s get this bra off.” I reached round and unclipped it, and working the straps over my left hand, slipped it off from beneath my blouse.
“Neat!” Lisa whispered, and slipped her arm between the unbuttoned folds to fondle my bare breasts. We kissed a little more, then Lisa bent and took my nipple gently in her mouth and started to suckle like a baby. I gasped with pleasure, feeling a tingle shoot down my spine and pull at my clitoris. Lisa sucked and licked expertly, and I felt that I could almost come from this alone. Lisa’s eyes were closed and she was clearly enjoying herself. Suddenly, I started to feel it- at first just a vague warmth where she sat, but then I could feel the wetness. Lisa didn’t break for a second from her task, but, as we had talked over so many times, she was simply wetting herself! I gasped as I realised what was happening- I knew it would, but the real feeling was almost overwhelmingly pleasurable. Then the smell of her pee wafted up and filled my senses, and I almost came with the sheer wanton lustiness of it. Her wee soaked straight through my skirt, my tights, soaking my knickers, then rolled off the toilet seat and splattered onto the floor, steaming in a little yellowish puddle. Other rivulets ran down my legs, dribbling into my boots, forming dark wet tracks on the surface of the whitish tights I was wearing. Lisa stopped and looked up at me, grinning.
“Oh darling” I gasped, “that’s fantastic.. don’t stop!”. We snogged heavily as she continued to piss herself, soaking her own dress and panties. We continued to kiss as she finished, then she broke off and looked down at herself, opening her legs a little. Again, the smell of warm pee wafted up afresh, and I suddenly felt more horny than I think I had ever before. Lisa pulled up the hem of her dress, and I could see her knickers were now utterly sodden, and the crotch was quite yellow with pee. “That was a lot!” I exclaimed.
“Yes, I’ve been saving it all morning”, she said. “That was my morning pee!”.
“Gosh you held it all this time? That’s hours!” I said with admiration. “No wonder it’s so yellow and strong-smelling.”
“Don’t you like it?” she said, looking a little worried.
“Darling, it’s fantastic! I love it!”. With that Lisa stood up, and more pee cascaded down from the back of her dress. Immediately I kneeled down in front of her, my knees in the puddle. Lisa lifted the dress off over her head, and pausing for just a second, I pushed my face into her pissy crotch. Her pee did taste strong, but not unpleasant, and I could also taste a mixture of wet cotton and pussy juices. I sucked at the wet cloth, drinking down the piss and juices as fast as I could. Once they were spent, I pulled them down, revealing Lisa’s beautiful shaved pussy, and the dark wet slit between. I pushed my tongue in and licked heartily, savouring the pissy cunty flavour. In just a few minutes, Lisa was panting shortly and starting to come. Her knees and thighs trembled as she orgasmed standing there, and she started to shout at the top of her voice “Fuck, I’m coming!!! Oh god Charlieeeee!!!! Oh fuck, piss, fuck!! piss!!!”……..
In the evening, we went out for a quiet meal for two, and we were both careful to avoid the garlic, yet between us we polished of several bottles of wine! It was the most wonderful and relaxing evening- much better than I had anticipated in my wildest dreams. We found so much in common, apart from the obvious, and it was such fun to really get to know one another. We were both looking forward to the evening, but having got the immediate frustration out of the way in the afternoon, we had plenty of time to look forward and savour. Lisa had returned the favour once she had recovered from her shattering orgasm, sitting on my face in her pissy pants as she brought me off to a wonderful climax with her fingers and tongue. “So what’s in the case?” enquired Lisa, raising her glass.
“Well, I brought a few toys, and various items that might be useful”, I said winking. “you’ll have to wait and see!”
“What about clothes?” she asked.
“Well, I brought a couple of changes.. mind you at this rate I’ll have to walk around naked on Sunday and do my laundry!”
“That sounds OK by me!” she said, “but did you bring any… special… items?”
“I sure did. Don’t worry my little darling, I will make sure you get what you need tonight!”. Lisa grinned and then laughed.
“Oh, this is sooo wonderful Charlotte! I really feel so happy tonight”…..
“I’ll go and change, you wait here- I want it to be a surprise!” I said, shooing her away and ducking behind the bedroom door. Opening my case, I took out various items and laid them out. This was Lisa’s bedroom, but of course we would be sharing. Her bed was not all that large, but would sleep two OK. I stripped off the sheet and unrolling the rubber lining I had brought, remade the bed. I threw the duvet back on top, then laid out a couple of vibrators, a double-dildo, some beads and a jar of lube on top. For good measure I took out a couple of adult-sized disposable nappies- not sure if we’ll get to that, I thought, but just in case. Turning back to my case, I tried to decide how to dress. Ten minutes later, I was ready. “Lisa!” I yelled, “I’m ready! But I want you to put these on!” I threw a number of items outside the door and clicked it shut again. “Tell me when!”.
“OK, ready!” Lisa shouted, five minutes later. This was going to be fun!
Lisa gasped as I strode into the front room. I stood before her as she lay cowered on the rug. I put my heeled foot on her back to hold her down, as she looked up at the sight of me above her. Shiny black leather thigh boots stretched away, leaving just a few inches of thigh, in which the dark material of the stockings were visible. The boots were matched by a leather corset, and below this a black suspender belt held up the stocking with thin black straps. I wore long leather gloves, and a studded collar to match, and in my hand I held a thin, sharp switch. “Now my girl,” I said sternly, “I think you have been rather naughty!”.
Lisa looked up, suppressing a smile, and pleaded: “Oh but Miss Charlotte! I didn’t do it on purpose!”. Lisa was dressed, as I had instructed her, in a typical school uniform, with a pleated blue skirt, white blouse, white socks and plimsolls. The combination of schoolgirl and fetish mistress was a little incongruous, but it’s what we had fantasised about, so we were jolly well going to do it!
“That’s as may be girl, but you still have to be punished. Now, get up, and come here”. I sat down on the sofa, and I bent Lisa over my knee. Pulling up her skirt, I noticed with satisfaction that she was still wearing the yellowed panties from this afternoon, now naturally dried out from her body warmth.
“Boo hoo! But it was an accident miss!” Lisa wailed, getting into her role.
“Lisa, you pissed your panties in full view of the class, and like it or not, the rules say I have to punish you!”.
“But miss, they’re dry now!”
“Let me check” I said, and I bent down to inspect the smooth contours of Lisa’s cotton covered bottom in detail. The panties reeked of wee, but it was a very sexy smell, and already I could sense that Lisa’s pussy was oozing juice with excitement. A small dark wet spot had already appeared in the crease of her pussy, and it was as much as I could do not to tongue-fuck her again there and then. I stroked Lisa’s bottom, lingering in the damp crevice, fondling her pussy through the stained material. “Hmm, they’re dry all right. Too dry! Lisa, you will piss in your panties again for me now- that will be the first part of your punishment!” I heard Lisa stifle a giggle, and it was as much as I could do not to burst out laughing myself, but then the sudden urge of excitement we both then experienced silenced us as we concentrated. I was bursting for a pee, Lisa must be have been too, we’d neither of us gone to the loo on purpose since arriving back from the restaurant. Lisa seemed to have the stronger bladder, mind you! I felt Lisa’s stomach contract and relax as she lay across my knees, and I watched her crack with great anticipation. Then it started, a sudden flood of wetness darkened the material and immediately spread outwards in all directions, up across her buttocks, and down, trickling out and down onto the floor. I could also feel a little warm wetness on my leg as some of Lisa’s wee dribbled out the top of her knickers and over me. As she peed in her panties, the stream became stronger and stronger, making a loud hissing noise, and I could bear it no longer. I pulled her sodden knickers down around her thighs, and immediately, freed of its restrictions, her piss shot straight out backwards from between her firm white buttocks, arcing away several metres and forming a long streak of wet piss on the carpet. I spread her bum with my hands, opening her pussy, and the fountain of wee arced higher and longer, her peehole fully exposed and nothing to get in the way. As the force diminished, the piss fell back and started to trickle down Lisa’s thighs, back into the soaking pissy pants, and over my leg again. I groaned with lust, almost abandoning our little game, but I knew Lisa wanted me to fulfil my role. Lisa’s hand came up and she started to finger herself, wriggling about across my lap. I squeezed a handful of rapidly cooling pee out of her panties and spread it across her bottom, making it glisten.
“OK Lisa… that was..” I could hardly speak, but continued: “very.. naughty…indeed. I have to cane your bottom now”. I picked up the switch- it was quite light and springy and it wouldn’t do any real damage. I brought it lightly down on Lisa’s bottom with a snap, then another, then another, picking up the force as I went. I heard Lisa gasp as the strokes landed, and feared I was hurting her.
Then she said “Harder, please.. it’s OK”. I swiped the switch across her bottom with more force, swooping through the air and landing with a sharp crack. Lisa continued to masturbate, more furiously now, as I found the right level of force, and whipped her with the cane. Her bottom started to glow crimson, with a few red streaks from individual strokes visible. Lisa was muttering, “more, more.. I’ll tell you when to stop!” Finally, she was panting so hard I thought she would surely come, then she suddenly got up and kneeled down right in front of me, facing away, her bottom protruding high into the air above her cute little school plimsolls and the sodden knickers which were now wrapped around her ankles. Her bottom was bright red, and her pussy gaped out from between the glowing cheeks, her little pink arsehole pulsing as she continued to masturbate vigorously. “Charlie, wee on me, cool my arse down, give it to me as I come, please…!” I needed no further bidding- I sat on the edge of the sofa, opened my legs and let fly straight away.
“Oh, sweet relief!” I gasped, as my hot pee shot out from between my smooth pussy lips and sprayed all over Lisa’s back, soaking her blouse and skirt and running on to the floor. I opened my pussy with two hands and with a little pulling managed to direct the jet over her bottom
“Owww!!!! Oh god, Charlie!!!” Lisa screamed as the hot piss hit her bottom, making her yell as if scalded. Her fingers were a blur working her clit as she started to come in great racking sobs, lost in pleasure and pain. I played my jet of wee from side to side over her buttocks, and then directly into her cunt, which was gaping open, revealing a dark tunnel, I moved closer as I felt the force start to weaken, directing the jet right into her vagina as best I could. Piss cascaded down from her pussy, soaking her shoes and puddling on the floor. Then her cunt was full, and started to overflow, the cascade became a torrent. Lisa was coming hard now, I could see her vagina pulsate as the spasms gripped her, squirting little spurts of my piss out each time. “Charlie, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck… god I love you, you piss whore slut mistress… FUCKING HELLS BELLS!!!!!!”. As Lisa’s orgasm subsided she could not speak, only breath in great ragged gasps, as if fighting for air. She did not move from her position, and I sat transfixed, frigging my clit as I watched her. Her cunt gaped open, dark and wet, still dribbling piss from time to time, and also with great gobs of white pussy cream, mingling with the wee and running down in slow threads of glistening droplets. By now I was squatting behind her on my haunches, leaning back against the seat of the sofa, masturbating and enjoying the lewd sight in front of me. Suddenly, Lisa’s dark vagina closed, spurting it’s last, and her pee hole once again came to prominence, glistening dark red. Lisa started to wee again, and again, it shot straight back unimpeded and splashed forcefully against my tummy, running down and dribbling over my cunt. Lisa looked round to see what I was doing, but I was simply wanking myself furiously, savouring the warm piss as it squirted over me. I thrust my hips forward so I could catch her stream in my own cunt, and gasped as I felt her hot wee penetrate into my vagina, filling me up with her lovely warmth. Her pee was short, but by the time it was over I was almost coming, and then Lisa turned around quickly and buried her face into my puffy petals. Involuntarily, I clenched my vaginal muscles as her tongue hit my clit, and a great wash of piss flooded out all over Lisa’s face.
“Oh god!!!” I cried. “I’m gonna come!!!” Lisa pushed hard, tonguing my clit for all she was worth, and my orgasm started…. “Oh fuuuuuckk!!! Lisaaaaa! Oh yes, face-fuck my cunt you slut, you pissy, wonderful, lovely whore!!!” Gasping for breath, my legs trembling, “nnnnggggggggg!!!!!” I bucked my hips furiously against Lisa’s mouth, but she held on, and never once let up “oooooooooonnnnnnnnnggg!!!! cumminggggg!!” And I did come, in great engulfing waves, it seemed to go on forever. My head seemed to explode as I hit the peak, a great blinding light and a shower of sparks, shimmering against a dark green shifting sky. I could no longer see the room- I thought I’d blacked out but I could feel the sensation in my body alright, and dimly, somewhere, Lisa’s tongue still driving it…
We snuggled up under the duvet, gentle and loving now, the wild excesses of the evening over. Gently kissing, I felt Lisa’s warm hand gently stroke across my cunt. I was spent, yet, somehow, I knew we could do it again, and would do it again, making love all night long, in every way imaginable. I heard the faint buzz of the vibrator and the tingle as Lisa brought it to bear on my outer cuntlips. I kissed her tenderly, and she returned the same. We lay in each others arms, whispering little nothings, as Lisa gradually started to arouse me again with the sexy toy. I reached for the other vibrator on the bedside table, and repeated the same moves on her, until we were both starting to breath a little deeper and harder, working up to yet another delicious peak. Lisa rolled gently on top of me, her slight body feeling almost no weight. I opened my legs and she rocked against me, her still wet pussy rubbing my own. We kissed, deeply, endlessly. I started to feel sleepy and my mind wandered- I was deliriously happy. As I drifted off, I became aware of a wonderful warm sensation flooding into my pussy and around the hollow where I lay.. Lisa was wetting on top of me…. I hardly registered the reality of it, loving the sleepy wet sensation, but I relaxed, and managed to return the favour, gently urinating right up into Lisa’s crotch, soaking the space between our tummies. I heard her giggle softly, then roll off lightly kissing me, and tenderly, lying in the piss-soaked bed in each others arms, we slept.
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Posted on 08.12.12
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It was early September, and I’d just started a new evening class at our local college. The class wasn’t large, but most of the others were men in their fifties and sixties, and a few women of similar age. Holly was the only exception, a young and attractive girl, who I noticed immediately. She was of average height, but with a rather narrow, boyish figure, and small breasts. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was very fair and wispy, and usually rather wind-blown, giving her a sexy “just fucked” look. This was accentuated by the girlish summer dress she wore, showing off bare tanned legs, very shapely. Though I was by no means especially young myself, 40 next birthday, I felt she was more “my type” than any of the others, and she must have felt the same way, because the very first evening, during coffee break, she seemed to seek me out and start chatting. She was a charming girl, very cheerful and bubbly, and I was instantly attracted. She told me she was fairly new to the city, and was joining a class to help make some friends as well as learn something. At the end of the first evening, she asked which way I was headed, and since my bus stop was on her way, but the other side of the park, she asked if I would walk with her through the park. Naturally I obliged and we found much to chat about. At the other side of the park I wished her good night and said I’d see her next week. With a cheerful wave, she was gone. The following week it was the same, and the week after, but the fourth week, I started to feel she was flirting more obviously with me during class, and she started to make little risqué remarks when we were alone, like how she wished she could find a boyfriend as she was “gagging for it”, and saying her only friend was battery powered! I definitely was starting to fancy her with a vengeance, but our age gap made me hesitate – I couldn’t really imagine she was interested in an older guy like me, so I treated her flirting and her charm as just a bit of fun for class.
I had learned that she was 25, and just temping at the moment. The class would help her get a better job perhaps, she thought. She shared a flat with another girl, a student called Anna, but otherwise she hadn’t told me too much about her. After class, we walked across the park as usual, but this night, Holly said why didn’t we sit and chat a while, so we found a bench and sat down. At first the conversation was the same as usual, but gradually it turned to more personal matters. We discussed some of our previous relationships, and then the subject turned to sex. I was enjoying myself, and she was too – each pushing the other to say a little more, go a little further. She told me a few of the things she liked, and I was getting very turned on, and I could sense she was too, moving closer and touching my leg and arm as we sat together. Eventually, the inevitable happened and we started to kiss and cuddle. We were a little self-conscious at first but soon we were kissing passionately, forgetting the rest of the world.
After a while, I spoke. “Are you sure you want this Holly? I mean… an old codger like me?”
Holly giggled. “You’re not that old.. besides, I like older guys.. maybe you can teach me some new things!” she said.
“Oh, I dunno.. you must have had loads of experience?”
I smiled. “Maybe”. After a pause I said “You know my taste in sex can be… shall we say, a little unusual at times”
Holly laughed. “Cool!, what sort of unusual?” I hesitated to say anything, very aware of some of my occasional fetishes, not wanting to spoil the chance of having any sort of sexy fun with Holly. She must have sensed my hesitancy, and preempted me. “I like a few kinky things too” she said. I looked at her quizically. She laughed again, her charming girlish laugh. “I sometimes like it up the bum…” Giggles. “My last boyfriend introduced me, got me quite into it…” I smiled, kissing her. “What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” she asked. Well, what a question – should I tell her the truth?
“What about you?”, I stalled, laughing.
“Not fair, I asked first!! Look, I don’t care if you like to fuck goats or something, I like you a lot, so what?”
“Go on..” she urged.
“Well, this one girl, we were in a pub, drinking quite a few beers…. well, when we walked home, we were in a secluded lane, and kissing and cuddling when she suddenly said she needed to go for a pee. I don’t know why, but I suddenly knelt and lifted her skirt, dropped her panties, and started to eat her pussy…” I was telling her this as I write it now, without much embellishment. Holly was listening, rapt. “Anyway, there I was with my face in her crotch, her knickers around her ankles, when she just started to piss herself.. I just carried on, letting it flood my face, drinking some… when she finished I was giving her clit such a sucking and licking she just came on the spot. I was soaked!” There was a pause, Holly said nothing. “That’s the kinkiest thing I’ve probably done” I finished.
“Wow… that’s so… horny!!” she said, at last. I was so relieved, fearing that she would have found it too much. “To just let her pee over you like that.. it’s really sexy and wild. I’ve never tried anything like that… though one of my exes liked to watch me pee on the loo sometimes… but we never took it any further”. She seemed genuinely turned on, her voice sounding a little breathless and her face flushed in the light of a nearby street-lamp. I kissed her again, passionately, squeezing her thigh gently and moving my hand towards her crotch. She parted her legs, kissing me ardently. I felt under her skirt, feeling the warm moist mossy gusset of her knickers. She moaned quietly, parting her legs further. I slipped a finger under the edge of her panties, feeling for her hot pussy – it was absolutely slick with juice, feeling smooth and very slippery. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt as though she were shaved, or else had very fine hair indeed. Holly gasped as I found the opening of her vagina, pushing a finger inside, rubbing her clit and hole.
“God you’re so wet!” I cried, letting her tongue enter my mouth once again, allowing her to rock her pelvis against my hand as she sat.
“You turn me on so much!” she mumbled, unable to break off kissing as she spoke. Her hands were fumbling for my belt and flies, and soon she had my trousers open, rubbing my rock-solid cock firmly through my underpants. I shifted so she could free it, and it sprang out, oozing wet. She started to masturbate me, still kissing, then broke off to take it in her mouth. She gave wonderful head, fast and smooth, and I felt I could hardly take it much longer, when she stopped… “Oh! You’re shaved down there too!” she squealed. “Me too!” It was true – my cock and balls and most of the surrounding area was totally shaved. “I love it, you have such a beautiful cock!” she said. “Darling, I want to do everything with you – I want us to suck and fuck and piss and do anything you want to do…” the words were tumbling out, she was almost crazy with lust. I have to say I felt exactly the same… “Let me pee for you!” she suddenly said, sitting up and opening her legs. Before I could say anything, she pulled her panties to one side, and after a few seconds, started to urinate over the grass in front of us, the stream glinting in the lights of the park, arcing out of her glistening pussy. I was transfixed – I find the sight of a woman peeing in such a lewd fashion an immense turn-on, and I started to wank myself, watching. I leaned over and kissed her again, feeling down and spreading her pussy open with two fingers, causing her piss stream to wobble and arc even higher. As it subsided, I started to masturbate her clit, tonguing her mouth deeply, willing her to cum.. I didn’t have to wait long, feeling her breath start to come in fast rasping gasps, her body shuddering and heaving. Her pussy was utterly sodden and I could have sworn I felt a warm squirt of liquid as she finally edged over into full orgasm, grabbing me around the neck and pulling me tight to her, her breath hot and ragged in my ear. I held her tight, cuddling her as she came down.
After what seemed a very long time, she spoke. “God that was wonderful… and I needed it!” She smiled, straightening up her clothes. “Now what about you?” My cock was jutting out, stiff as a pole, and leaking juice profusely. “Why don’t we go back to my place?” she suggested, “It’s getting a little chilly” Well, I didn’t need to be asked twice, so I pulled up my trousers, and off we went, hand in hand…
That night was a wonderful evening of beautiful sex, but nothing more was said about kinky stuff, though in the private of her bedroom, I did discover Holly’s gorgeous shaved pussy – totally bald and smooth, always glistening wet, and with very small, perfectly formed inner lips that were hidden from view when her legs were closed, which, to be honest, wasn’t often! Holly must have very fine pubic hair because there was virtually no stubble at all.
We planned to meet for a meal the following evening, and Holly seemed to be knocking back quite a few beers! When I commented she simply smiled and said, “Oh, maybe we can share them again later”. Well, I knew I was in for a huge treat! We talked, once again the subject eventually turning to sex. “What’s your wildest fantasy?” she asked me. Well I doubted that I could tell her that at this stage, but watered it down to suit the mood…
“Well, you know about my pee kink…” she nodded, grinning, her eyes shining with lust, “so that.. with two women maybe.. one riding my cock, the other sitting on my face” I trailed off, thinking this sounded a bit lame, but Holly was running with it.
“Ooh, naughty… two women. Well, I must admit I have a few lesbian fantasies” she said, “but never actually tried it.. well, not since I was at school. Most girls experiment at one time.. or maybe that was just me!” she laughed. “My flatmate, Anna, she’s quite sexy I think.. you’ll meet her soon I expect. She’s half Vietnamese. We sometimes flirt a little, and have quite horny chats.. but it’s just girly talk”. Holly smiled, and I felt her legs rubbing mine under the table. The thought of Holly with another girl was making me hard, not to mention everything else we’d talked about and the anticipation of the evening to come. I could hardly wait to finish and get out of there!
Returning to Holly’s flat, it was quite obvious that she needed to pee really badly, but was trying not to show it. “Don’t worry darling, if you need to go, go.. I’m sure there will be plenty!”
Holly giggled, then a pained look came on her face, trying not to laugh she said “Oooh, don’t make me laugh or I will piss myself!”. I caught her eye with a knowing look. “All right… you asked for it!” she said, looking around furtively. The street was deserted. She stooped moving and stood suddenly still, her legs planted slightly apart. Before I really knew what was happening there came a loud splattering as her urine hit the pavement, and I could see a silvery stream cascading down directly between her legs. Boy, she really needed it! It gushed downwards with some force, loudly splashing, and a big dark puddle spread rapidly around her. Her face was a picture, her head tilted upwards slightly, her lips parted in an ecstatic sigh, a hint of a smile, her eyes locked with mine. I looked down again to watch, and she lifted her short thin skirt, revealing skimpy, silky white panties, the piss just gushing straight through them! My cock jerked to attention, and I hunkered down to get a better look. At closer range, I could smell the faint pissy smell in the steam rising from the puddle, and watched fascinated as golden trickles of Holly’s wee ran down her legs, making silvery tracks in the half light, running into her strappy summer shoes, then finally adding to the puddle. I could bear it no longer – I pulled her to me roughly with both hands and pushed my open mouth over her sopping wet mound, immediately feeling her warm piss flood my mouth and run down my chin. It tasted very faint, slightly nutty, and I drank her greedily, my cock straining painfully inside my pants. I gulped her wee down as fast as I could, moving to catch as much as possible without spilling it, my total lust for her made me oblivious to the street and whether anyone could see – I just did not care. All too soon she was spent and I was sucking hard at her panties, trying to wring every last drop out, tasting the wetness change from piss to pussy juice – Holly was flooding with excitement now.Finally the spell was broken as we heard distant footsteps, and standing up again, kissing her as her skirt fell back to cover the scene of the crime, we just ran like crazy the rest of the distance to the flat, laughing like mad the whole way!
As soon as we were inside, Holly went to the kitchen and filled two pint glasses with water. Handing me one, she said “Insurance!”, and clinking glasses, she started to drink hers down, almost all in one go. She finished hers with a gasp, then refilled her glass from the tap. “What are you waiting for?” she said, drinking her second glass. I smiled and drank my pint down, pausing half way for breath. “More!” she cried, when I finished, and I refilled mine. She finished her second, more slowly this time, and refilled for a third time. “I’ll bring this for later” she said. She led me then straight to the bedroom. She’d been busy! The bed had been stripped and a large plastic sheet had been laid over the mattress, with a couple of towels on top and a final sheet over all of it to make it comfortable to lie on. She had pulled up the rug, exposing the whole of the wooden parquet floor, and a pile of towels were stacked on her dresser. “Welcome to my little slut’s piss-parlour!” Holly said, laughing. “I want to do everything with you, the wetter the better!” I grabbed her and we kissed passionately, wildly – I could hardly believe this young sweet girl was so totally into my kinky desires. As we kissed, Holly pulled her dress up and over her head, standing in nothing but her bra and sopping wet panties, which, I could now see, had a distinct yellow stain where she had wet them. I reached around and unclasped the bra, casting it aside and revealing her small but very pert and firm tits, with large slightly puffy nipples. I bent and took one gently in my mouth, sucking on it and tickling the tip lightly with my tongue. I felt Holly stiffen and shudder, a girly gasp came from her moist lips. Her nipple erected instantly, and I moved to stiffen the other one. Holly stood as I sucked her tits, lifting her arms over her head, raising her hair in waves and moaning softly. After a few minutes I quicky stripped, pulling off my clothes with undue haste and tossing them aside. I stood in front of Holly stark naked, my shaved cock as hard as a rock, sticking straight up vertically in front of me. We embraced, kissing, running our hands through each other hair. I could feel her wet panties cool against my hot cock. I moved my hands down, feeling her wet crotch, cool where the piss was evaporating, but hot and sticky in the crevice of her cunt. I could bear it no longer – I pulled her knickers down to her knees, then resuming our embrace felt my cock find the heat of her pussy, then, without resistance or barely conscious movement, it slipped inside her slippery slit. She gasped as she felt me plunge right up into her, no resistance, yet the sudden force of my cock opening her caught her with a wave of pleasure – later she said it was all she could do not to come there and then. We stood quite still, just kissing, in a hard embrace, for many minutes, just savouring the feeling of our bodies locked together, my cock buried deep inside her cunt, our hairless pubic bones pressed together, oozing with slippery wetness, each heartbeat jerking my cock slightly, throbbing inside her. As we stood, I gradually became aware of the need to pee, building rapidly – no wonder with all that water not to mention the beer I had drunk plus the pee I’d had already! Not being one who has ever had a problem peeing with a hard-on, I wondered what she’d if I just started to pee… well, so be it, she had said she wanted to try everything hadn’t she? Still kissing, I let the feeling build and build, until there was no choice but to pee… I felt it run through my tubes to the end of my cock, then squirt out, filling her cunt. For a second there was no reaction from Holly, then suddenly she stopped kissing and looked at me amazed. “You’re pissing!!” she squealed, leaning back to look at the point where our bodies joined. There was not yet any sign of it, but it was still coming out, I knew that! Holly gasped with delight, savouring the feeling of my piss filling her pussy and expanding it outwards. Suddenly the pressure was too much, and a great gush of water squirted out around my cock, soaking my balls and thighs and hitting the floor with a splash. Then another and another. Holly was laughing with the sheer silliness of our kinky play, enjoying the sensation of the waves of water flooding out of her cunt. Then without a word she pulled herself off my cock, and fell to her knees in front of me. Released, my cock sprang upwards, sending a huge cascade of wee right over her head and onto the bed. She grabbed it, and aimed it down so that my pee washed across her tits and belly. Her eyes were half closed in ecstasy, her body bent back to enjoy the rivers of warm urine that sluiced over her. I continued to pee – I’d held it so long there was plenty, plus with a hard-on the flow was quite slow – as Holly sat back on the floor, leaning backwards, bringing her legs up and open, exposing her pretty little pussy. She guided my cock down – quite a sharp angle now! – so the pee squirted against her clit, making her jump, until she found the perfect spot, letting my stream stimulate her in just the right place. Finally, she seemed to come to as if from a dream, and with a moment’s hesitation, opened her mouth and moved to catch the flow, letting it fill her mouth and flood out over her lips and chin. She looked up and caught my amazed look, and smiled, open-mouthed. All too soon I was spent, and she squirted the last bit of pee from her mouth over my cock.
Finally, she spoke “Hmm, doesn’t taste as bad as I thought! Maybe I could get to like it”
“It’s very weak” I said, “all that water and your pee! Better that way…”
“It’s fine… I want to do everything you want to do, try new things… if you like to drink, I will try it too. C’mon, let’s get on the bed”. She led me over, dripping from where she’d been sitting in the puddle, and suddenly I felt such a wonderful feeling for this sexy girl – like I’d finally found my kinky soulmate…. well, who knew?
For a while we fucked in every conceivable position, me on top, her on top, doggy style, my cock just couldn’t keep out of her beautiful cunt, her smooth lips framing the dark crevice, occasionally flashing a deep red when she opened her legs wide. But I knew she must need to pee, all that water and beer! We turned again, she lay once mor eon her back, legs wide open. I went to enter her, but she stopped me, reaching over to her bedside table and retrieving a bottle of lube. She smiled, catching my bemused look, then rubbed a generous handful of lube into her anus, then the remainder on my cock. “Try here darling” was all she said. I lifted her legs and my cock pushed against her tight brown hole. I heard her wince and tense, then smiled and relaxed, letting me slip inside, slowly and carefully. “Oh god!!!” she yelled, pulling me into her “fuck my arsehole darling, fuck me like a slut!!”. I started to fuck her, her hole feeling very tight around my cock, but she was loving it, pulling her legs up and open with her arms to give me better access, her ankles either side of her sweet, flushed face. She started to frig herself violently as I fucked her bumhole, occasionally plunging fingers into her gaping vagina. She was lost in a frenzy of lust, it was all I could do to keep up. Then she spread open her pussy as wide as possible – I could see her exposed clit hard shiny and purple, and the vagina oozing with white juice. Then she began to pee! Her peehole suddenly opened, shutting off the vagina, and a thick jet of hot piss shot out all over my stomach – god that felt good! I leaned back and pushed her forward a little, angling the pee upwards until it was making a huge fountain, higher than my head, and falling back over her belly, cunt, legs and chest, flooding the bed, my cock still wedged tight up her arsehole. I pushed her forward a little more, and the arc angled forward, over her chest and neck, then hitting her face. Holly screamed with laughter, and opened her mouth to catch it, as before letting it fill her mouth and run over, soaking her hair behind her. Then I saw her swallow, and swallow again – she was drinking her own piss! I pulled her back, this time moving the fountain towards me, and it was now my turn to catch her wee in my mouth, drinking it greedily. By rocking her back and forth, we took it in turns to drink from her cunt fountain, until finally, the pressure diminished and the pee lazily bubbled up and filled her pussy, flowing down over my cock and onto the bed. We were soaked. I leaned forward and lay on top of her, feeling the warm wee squelching between us, and kissed her tenderly, still slowly fucking her arsehole. After some time, I could feel the need to pee once more, so pulled out and rolled to her side. We still kissed, enjoying making love in such a wild kinky manner. As we kissed, I started to pee, angling my cock to piss over her tits, then finally into our faces as we kissed, letting piss into our mouths and exchanging it. The bed was a lake of pee now – the plastic sheets retaining the water and the towels utterly saturated. We didn’t care – it was time to cum. I entered her pussy once more and began to fuck her, slowly, considerately, making her feel every thrust, the piss beneath her lapping in waves with the motion, wetting her hair, squelching obscenely when trapped beneath thrusting buttocks and legs. She was starting to cum – I whispered obscene phrases which sent her wild, calling her a pissy slut – then finally she went over the edge, her orgasm locking her body rigid, her breathing stopped, then suddenly heaving in great gasping sobs, grabbing me roughly, and the noise! She was almost screaming with pleasure, moaning and crying, telling me over and over to fuck, fuck, fuck!!! I kissed her neck, mouth, breasts, anything I could find, pushing my cock deep into her again and again, lifting her legs to get it even deeper, ramming it in, keeping her cumming as long as I could. Finally, it was over, and she started to relax, gasping for air, rolling left and right trying to recover. I held her tight, kissing her gently, bringing her down. I pulled out and rolled next to her , cuddling, gently caressing her pussy, careful not to touch the over sensitive clit. As she recovered and started to make more sense her kisses became more passionate, loving… Then as one last, almost exhausted gesture, she opened her legs a little and started to urinate once more – up and over the end of the bed, onto the floor, a huge, lovely arc of female wee. I watched it abstractly, following the arc slowly out to where it landed, adding to the earlier puddles on the floor, slopping noisily… my eye suddenly caught a dark figure in the shadows near the door, which we’d left ajar in our earlier haste… I turned, caught the dark flashing eyes of a beautiful young asiatic woman, standing watching us, one hand in her panties, the other leaning against the wall unsteadily. She smiled. It was Anna.
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Posted on 07.07.12
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A lesbian piss story I found
Seven O’ Clock. I was now quite nervous, Samantha would be here any minute now. I hadn’t seen her since last Thursday evening- that Thursday evening, and now I wondered just how things were going to go tonight. She had seemed OK on the phone, but no mention was made of last Thursday, and I must admit I was starting to feel a little foolish. “Oh well,” I thought, “no point worrying now girl, we’ll just have to see what happens”. I stood up, pulling the plug out, and stepped out of the bath. I towelled myself dry and went over and started to apply my make-up in the mirror. Catching sight of my naked reflection, I thought – not too bad… shaping up very well for my 28 years. No real flab, just a slight thickening of the tummy and thighs, and my tits are still firm, if on the small side. My dark shoulder-length (wet) hair neatly frames my face Uma Thurman Pulp Fiction style. I’ve still got what it takes, I think…
There’s the doorbell and suddenly my heart is pounding. I pull on my undies and throw a T-shirt on, running to the door with still wet hair, make up half-applied. It’s Sam. I compose myself for a second behind the door, trying to be nonchalant. I’m afraid of her expression- will it be OK? Will she hate me, ignore me, be cold, warm? I open the door. Sam is half-turned in the light from the hallway, I cannot see her face immediately. For a second, I think she is just going to stand there, motionless, but then she turns, and with relief I see her smiling back at me, as she always has. Maybe this time a little more than usual? It’s hard to tell- there is definitely something unspoken between us, yet despite what we say, it’s what we are both firmly thinking about. I hardly hear what she’s saying, about her day at work, the evening ahead, the fact that she arranged for us to meet Soo in the Farmer’s Arms. I answer, a little stiltingly, my throat is dry and I have to swallow at inconvenient moments as I speak. My face is flushed and I avoid her eyes. She is smiling and laughing a little as we talk… She seems at ease but there is a question hanging in the air between us that I am longing for her to answer… A pregnant pause. I mumble. Err…. I must dry my hair, I stutter, and walk off back to the bathroom. Sam follows. I dry my hair fiercely with the dryer, blowing my hair deliberately across my face so Sam cannot see my eyes, my guilty look… She chatters still, raising her voice so I can hear her above the roar of the dryer. I still can hardly hear what she says, but I gather it’s just about the evening ahead.
Sam’s hand brushes mine and the dryer dies as she switches it off. I look up, her face inches from mine. She takes the dryer from me… my heart pounds. I am unable to speak. “Charlotte” she whispers, tenderly. “Your hair has been dry for five minutes. Are you OK?” I stammer but can’t really form a coherent sentence. I am blushing deeply. “Silly thing. You were oh so very bold the other night.. now you’ve gone all shy and silly on me. Come here.” Sam gently pulls me round to face her and I’m frozen. Her words are a relief- the ice is broken yet time seems frozen still. The distance between us seems infinite like space, yet I feel her sweet breath on my face. She kisses me lightly on the lips and suddenly, everything changes. I know I will remember this exact moment for the rest of my life.
Sam’s kiss sealed my fate, and explained everything. The burning question I had been asking myself now for well over a week was answered. Would she, or wouldn’t she? She would! I almost melted into her embrace, so happy, so relieved. We kissed and kissed, with love and passion, and I felt at that moment that we were flying, the reality of the world a distant vague presence. Time passed- I have no idea how much, but eventually Sam broke the spell she had spun “Come on babe, get ready, we have to go!”. I smiled at her, then laughed. I was elated, and tears of joy came to my eyes without warning. Sam stroked my arm as I turned back to the task of doing my make-up. “Are you wearing this?” Sam asked, holding out my black dress, the usual attire for a girls’ night out.
“Yes,” I said, “thanks.” I pulled off the T-shirt and motioned for Sam to pass my bra, which she did. I slipped it on, and Sam did up the clips for me. For a moment, I stood there in my underwear, the dress hanging from one hand, watching Sam’s eyes as they drifted over my body. “Like what you see?” I whispered. Sam didn’t answer but smiled, then embraced me warmly, stroking my bare back and then the thigh below the line of my knickers.
“Darling, you’re beautiful!” she said, at last. She stepped back to take in the way I looked once again, and this time her eye was drawn to the crotch of my panties. “Ooh, very sexy!” she said, “They don’t leave much to the imagination!”. She was referring to the fact that the knickers I wore were of sheer white silk, with no gusset. The shape of my pussy was clearly visible, and a small wet spot had darkened the material where they snaked through between my legs. “Oh Charlotte!” Sam exclaimed, moving closer and kneeling in front of me. “I didn’t know you shaved your pussy… what a wonderful surprise!”
“Actually it’s not shaved- I have always loved the feeling of bare skin down there so I had laser treatment to remove it permanently.. that was about two years ago” I said. Samantha was transfixed by the sight in front of her nose, and she pulled down my panties around my knees to get a better look. The treatment I’d had had removed the hair over a period of months by destroying the roots, so the skin of my pussy was utterly hairless and smooth. Being dark-haired, shaving had always left dark stubble, but now that was all gone. Seeing my own pussy afresh through Sam’s eyes made be realise how sexy it must appear to others, especially as I had the sort of slightly fleshy pussy with small inner lips that are totally hidden from view unless deliberately spread open. I felt Sam’s breath coming harder, and warm over my dark slit, and I could see her getting excited and turned on. I was too, and a sticky drop of ooze started to bubble out from between my smooth pink lips.
“Oh Charlotte, it’s fantastic!” Sam breathed, and suddenly buried her face between my legs. Involuntarily I opened them wider, hampered by the knickers stretched between my knees. Looking down I could see Sam’s long strawberry blonde hair streaming down over the back of her black dress, and her cool forehead pressed against the white curve of my mons veneris. Sam pushed her tongue hard into my vagina, and I could feel it warm and wet, wriggling about. I heard soft sucking and slurping noises as Sam sucked down my pussy juices. She pulled away, groaning with horny frustration. “Oh god, Charlie.. you are so fucking horny!… I want you so bad, my love. But we really have got to go- Soo is expecting us at 8”. I threw on the dress, and hitched up the panties.
“OK, let’s go- there’s plenty more of that for you later, if you’re good!” I said. We kissed again, and I could taste my own juices on Sam’s lips. I slipped on my party shoes- high, black and strappy- and we walked out into the night where the taxi was waiting patiently for us. Since opening the door to Sam, just twenty minutes had passed, but I felt my life had changed forever.
“Hi Soo!” I yelled, catching sight of her across the crowded bar. She waved and smiled, and we made our way over to where she sat. Soo was of Malaysian descent, and extremely beautiful, with very long straight black hair and beautiful brown asian eyes. She made the most of it, with subtle and expert make-up, and she turned heads wherever she went. Sam and I weren’t bad either, but it was always Soo who got the maximum attention on these nights out.
“Hi!” she said, getting up and kissing us both as we sat down around the table. “Drinks are on their way” she said raising a finger to catch the barman’s eye. We all babbled about the day’s news and the latest gossip for a while, and we all seemed to be in a very good mood, looking forward greatly to the evening ahead. “You two seem to be in an especially good mood tonight!” Soo said, “Is there something you should be telling me?” She grinned knowingly, since the previous weekend I had told Soo everything about that Thursday night, agonising about what it would all lead to. It must have bored her rigid, but she is a great friend, and had listened patiently. Now she could see that it had probably all worked out as I’d hoped, and she was clearly very happy for both of us.
“Charlotte and I are… an item, I suppose” Sam said, matter-of-factly, but smiling at me, and gently picking up my hand.
“That’s great you two! I’m really glad. Oh god Sam, you should have seen Charlie last Saturday night- you’d have thought she’d done something terrible, the way she was going on- the agony!” I blushed a little sheepishly.
“Yeah, well… thanks Soo, you are a true friend”
“That’s OK darling.. any time, really. What are friends for?”
“Here’s to us!” Sam said, picking up her glass, “us three against the world, and everyone else can go hang!”
“To us!” we chorused, clinking our glasses.
“God, it’s getting busy in there” Sam said, motioning over to the toilets she’d just come back from. “I queued for 15 minutes!, and then there’s piss all over the floor!” Soo groaned.
“Damn, I’m starting to get desperate, but I’m OK if I sit- if I get stuck for that long in a queue I’ll wee myself!”. I’d had a wicked idea, but hesitated to say anything, it was perhaps a little weird. After a minute though, I plucked up the courage..
“Listen Soo, I’ve an idea. We’re pretty well hidden here in this little booth, so why don’t you just pee into that empty beer glass under the table? Sam and I will cover for you”
Soo didn’t hesitate: “OK, I will. But what shall I do with it afterwards?”
“Just put it on the table – it looks like lager so no-one will know”. Soo took the glass, as Sam and I moved around slightly to block off any view of what was going on. It was pretty easy because the booth was enclosed on three sides and the open side faced obliquely into the bar area. Though there were a lot of people around, they couldn’t have seen what was happening. We all started to giggle as I heard a trickle of water into the glass, which rapidly built up to a fairly strong hiss and splash. Soo tilted the glass to minimise the noise. I was tempted to get down and look at what she was doing, but had to content myself with imagining it. The idea of Soo pissing into a glass under the table was proving to be quite an erotic thought! After a minute or so, the look of relief that crossed Soo’s face told us she’d finished. She looked around to check the coast was clear, and lifted the glass up and onto the table. It was about three-quarters full – quite a lot in a pint glass! It did look rather weak for a lager, and steamed ever so slightly. We looked at each other, from girl to girl, then burst out laughing! We drew a few glances from the rest of the pub, but no-one really paid much attention.
“Shit!, It’ll be my turn next, and we only had the one glass.. what shall I do?” I said. “I don’t think that queue’s much of an option”
“Well, you could always just pee on the floor” suggested Sam, collapsing into a peal of giggles. I gave her a look as if to say “Oh sure!”, but Soo said “Well, why not? no-one’s going to see and by the time they notice they’ll just think it was a spilt pint or something. Why don’t you swap with me, and Sam and I will cover you”
I smiled, a little lasciviously. “OK.. you’re on.. or should I say ‘urine’, ha-ha!” To be honest we were starting to feel the effects of the vodkas we’d downed, and perhaps in a more sober moment we wouldn’t have dreamed of pissing on the floor, but at that time, I just didn’t care. Making sure I wasn’t being watched, I hitched my dress up at the back, and edged forward on my seat. It must have looked as though I was slowly drinking myself under the table! Soo and Sam once again moved to block any view from the main bar, and I closed my eyes a little and tried to relax. Before long, the familiar feeling started to build up, and I pulled the crotch of my panties to one side. The pee gushed out, at first striking the opposite seat, leaving a small spreading wet patch, but then I clamped down and it slowed, arcing down onto the carpet. It seemed noisy to me, especially once the carpet started to become sodden, the stream landing with a flapping wet sound. It seemed to take ages, and I hardly breathed, tightly trying to keep the pressure under control. It was giving me a slight stitch, but eventually, I could feel the force diminish, and I relaxed, letting the last few squirts out. I heaved a huge sigh of relief, and looked quickly around, but again, the whole thing had passed completely unseen. Sitting upright again, I glanced down under table- the wet patch was not that noticeable, as the carpet was dark brown and rather filthy anyway. It seemed to have absorbed the lot without spreading too far – I’d been worried about a tell-tale trickle spreading out from our booth into the main bar!
Feeling down between my legs, I was a little dismayed to find that the crotch of my knickers was quite wet – the pee had seemingly trickled down the back as well as squirting forward. “Oh no, my pants are soaked!” I said dismayed.
“Well, you could always take them off sweetheart!” Sam said. “I for one wouldn’t mind, seeing what I saw earlier”.
“Oh what was that?” asked Soo.
“Charlie has the most exquisite pussy- completely hairless” Sam said.
“Laser treatment” I explained.
“Really? Let’s have a look- I’m curious”
“OK, but not here… maybe we should move on to the club anyway, what do you think?”. Sam glanced at her watch, “It’s a bit early yet, but I guess we could”
“What about my wet pants?” I said. The others shrugged. “Well, if it doesn’t show, I’m just going to leave them on. Can you check my dress when we get up?”. As we trooped out, Soo discreetly followed me and checked that the dress wasn’t wet.
“It’s OK darling, nothing shows here”.
We went a little way down the street to Rocks Nightclub. It was before 11, so we got in for free (ladies only!) and it was still rather dead, so we managed to blag a table to ourselves in a dark corner, but with a good view of the dancefloor. “This looks a good spot. Now we just have to wait for the rest of the world to turn up!’ Soo said.
“My round” said Sam, “Whatcha having?” I elected for another vodka, Soo and Sam decided on Bacardi Breezers.
As Sam disappeared off to the bar, Soo reminded me: “Let’s have a look at this wondrous pussy of yours then- there’s nobody here to see”. This was true, so lifted my skirt to show Soo. My knickers were clearly wet and as a result virtually transparent. Soo boggled. “Wow darling, that does look cute! What was it you had done?” I explained, and Soo was clearly fascinated. “Did it hurt?” she asked.
“Not at all, but I had to go back four times, once a month until it was done.”
“What did they say at the clinic?”
“Nothing, apparently it’s quite a common request.”. We discussed it at length, and Soo eventually declared she would shave hers to see what it was like. “I’ll do it for you if you like.. if you will allow a rampant lesbian to touch your private parts! I promise to be gentle.” Soo laughed, and agreed without hesitation.
“Well, I’m keeping my blonde snatch”, said Sam, having returned from the bar. “But I do my bikini line”
“I intend to check that out in full, sweety!” I said.
Suddenly Soo said. “Listen girls, let’s make a pact. You know how it gets in here later, so let’s not waste time queueing. I say we show solidarity with Charlie here and simply wee our pants whenever the need arises tonight… no-one will see in this dark corner, and it’ll be fun!” For a moment, both Sam and I looked shocked, but it was a wicked idea, and we both agreed straight away.
“Darling, you are quite kinky on the quiet, aren’t you!” Sam said, but added: “and that’s why we love you!”
“Actually, I was surfing the web the other day and I came across a site dedicated to people who pee for pleasure.” Soo was saying “In their panties, on each other, even drinking it. It sounded a bit weird at first but reading it I got sooooo turned on. I’d never thought about it before, but I can’t get it out of my mind since. And tonight… well, actually it’s making me feel pretty horny”
“I’ll be honest with you Soo, it turns me on too” I said. “When I was going with Debbie a few years ago we experimented with it a bit- it was a lot of fun”
“What did you do?” asked Sam, agog.
“Oh, we’d pee in the shower together- we’d take turns to kneel in front of each other and pee on each other’s tits. Of course we’d just wash it straight off”
“What was it like?”
“Really warm, and very sexy and intimate”
“Golly, I think I’d like to try that!” This was Sam.
“Me too!” Said Soo. “Did you ever drink her pee?”
“I did once- it was actually OK. Not sure if I’d like it too strong though.” I replied.
“I’ll drink your weewee anytime sweetheart” said Sam, “it sounds like a real turn-on to me, especially from that wonderful tap of yours”
“I’ll be honest with you,” started Soo, “after reading that website, later I actually waited until I really needed to pee, then went and masturbated in the toilet. When I started to come, I wet myself, and let myself get really soaked. It was SUCH a turn-on.” She looked at us, trying to gauge our reaction.
“That sounds cool,” said Sam, “I’m going to try that.”
“I read in Cosmo that if you drink lots and put pressure on your bladder when you masturbate you come much harder” I offered. “The only problem they saw was accidentally wetting yourself at the crucial moment.. they obviously hadn’t thought that one through!” We all laughed.
“Well. anyway it’s my turn to go… so here goes!” said Soo. She squatted down on the floor in front of us, hitching her skirt up around her waist. We were transfixed by the crotch of her white cotton pants, with its vague hint of dark pubic hair. Suddenly a wet patch spread rapidly across the front, then turned into a thin trickle of water, splashing on the floor and forming a puddle. The carpet was not as absorbent as the pub’s had been, and Soo’s piss pooled up and trickled off in a number of directions. On a sudden whim, I stuck out my hand below Soo’s pissing waterfall, and let the warm flood run through my fingers. Soo gasped and laughed, straining slightly to keep it going. As she finished I moved my hand up to fondle between her legs for a moment, feeling the warmth of her pussy and the wetness of her knickers. Our eyes met for a second and we smiled. “Ooh, aren’t we sluts!” she said.
“God I’m so horny watching that,” said Sam. “Listen, why don’t we go home and have a little fun there instead?” We both looked at Soo. It was up to her since it was certain that Sam and I were going to get it on that night anyway. I desperately wanted Soo to come too, but it was a lot to ask.
“Well….” said Soo, “I guess it would be fun. But I don’t want to play gooseberry to you two”
“Oh, you wouldn’t” I said “promise. It’s just a bit of sexy play for all three of us.. no big deal”
“Well, alright then, sounds like fun!” said Soo, “Let’s go!”.
Giggling, we stumbled through the front door. I was reminded of the nervous moment several hours ago when Sam first arrived. Now that seemed a million years ago. We were all somewhat tiddly, but certainly not to the point of stupidity. “To the kitchen!” I exclaimed, and we marched into the kitchen. Immediately I filled three pint glasses with cold tap water. “Drink Up!” I ordered. “You go and get comfy in the lounge, I’d better get some towels”. Coming back into the lounge, I dimmed the lights a little and threw the towels into the middle of the wooden floor. “Just in case there’s an accident!” I grinned. “Now, we just sit and wait…” I joined Soo and Sam on the sofa. “Shall we give Soo a little beauty treatment while we wait, Sam?” I said, leaning over and kissing her while moving my hand to Soo’s crotch.
“Oh, that’s an excellent plan” Sam replied, “I’ll go and get the equipment”. Soo looked momentarily puzzled, but didn’t protest.
When Sam left the room, I leaned over and kissed Soo lightly on the cheek as I continued to fondle her damp crotch. “Relax darling, this will be a lot of fun… we promise not to bite. Too hard”. Soo smiled, and returned my kiss, this time on the lips. Tentatively at first, but in a moment her horniness had got the better of her, and we were snogging like old flames. Sam returned with a bowl of hot water, another towel, and a razor and shaving cream. I slipped the towel beneath Soo, as she lifted her dress up high. I pulled down her sodden knickers, revealing a soft snatch of fine black pubic hair. Unlike my own had been, Soo’s pubic hair was not at all wiry, but very soft and fine. “Hmmm, I think this is going to work very well!” I said, and tipped a handful of warm water over it. I heard her gasp is she felt the sensation of the water, and the tender touch of loving hands. I gently rubbed the cream into her pubes, and working quickly, shaved it all off in a matter of minutes. I paid special attention to the stragglers inside her pussy lips, and noticed with satisfaction that her clit was throbbing purple and fully engorged. Her pussy juice spilt out in little spasmodic spurts, mingling with the white shaving cream and trickling down her bottom. Another handful of water, and I wiped her dry, revealing her smoothly shaven cunny for all to see. Soo looked down with delight, and Sam was making little cooing noises, hardly able to contain her horniness. Finally, I rubbed a little vaseline into the newly shaven area, to help guard against razor burn, and it glistened slightly in the dim light. Soo stroked her pussy, feeling the new sensation of being hairless down there, and then, almost involuntarily, slipped a finger in and started to masturbate. It was finally too much for Sam, who groaned and ripped her underwear off with almost indecent haste. She fell to her knees, frigging herself furiously, her head resting at the top of Soo’s thigh.
“Charlie, I want to watch you lick Soo’s clit – please, do it for me!” she whispered hoarsely. I needed no further encouragement – I knelt down between Soo’s legs as she pushed herself forward on the sofa, pushing her cunt upwards and right into my face. Sam shifted to get a clear view as I buried my face in there, licking and sucking without mercy. I was so horny myself I was barely in control, and Soo was starting to come in a few minutes. Sensing that she was coming too quickly, I slowed a little, and concentrated on her lips and vagina rather than her clit directly. After a while I heard her breathing become more steady.
“Can’t have you coming straight away now, can we? We’ve got all night…”
“Ooh, Charlotte!” cried Soo, “I think I need to pee now”
“Oh Charlie,” groaned Sam, “you’ve got to take her pee – I want to see that.. drink her pee, Charlie!” I moved back a little, and motioned Soo to hold her sweet petals open with her fingers. Her held-open pussy was a fantastic sight – very red and topped by her bulging clitty. Her petals spread of their own accord, thick and puffy, and the dark vagina glistened wetly, contracting rhythmically and releasing a clear fluid in little spurts. Her pee hole was clearly exposed, and seemed to be writhing about within its pink nest. As I watched, the hole opened and a thin rivulet ran down into her vagina, which filled to the brim, then cascaded down over her little brown anus. The trickle suddenly became a thick jet of hot piss which shot out and hit me straight in the chest, wetting my dress. I quickly moved to catch the stream in my mouth, and was surprised to find that the sensation was far from unpleasant. There was no bitterness, just a very vague sense of watery sweetness, and of course it was so very, very warm. Soo pissed rapidly and I gagged trying to swallow it at first, but then I remembered the trick to drinking a lot, and opened my throat to let Soo’s hot wee simply pour down into my stomach. I was vaguely aware of Sam masturbating violently and yelling obscenities in my right ear, but all I could concentrate on was making sure that every last drop of Soo’s precious golden love-piss was not spilt. She stopped as suddenly as she started, and pulled me up on top of her.
“Oh god Charlotte, that was absolutely wild – I pissed right into you, you were my very own lovely female toilet!” Soo was fingering herself again, and kissed me hard on the mouth, deeply tonguing me as if to taste her own weewee on my tongue. Breaking off, I had to burp, and a faint taste of Soo’s piss came to me.
“Come on girls, let’s get these clothes off!” Sam urged, pulling her own dress roughly over her head. Soo sat up and did the same, and I slipped out of mine, letting it fall in a heap then kicking it away. I unclipped Sam’s bra, her full but firm breasts tumbling out. She did the same for me, revealing my much smaller, pert breasts. Soo grabbed my knickers, pulling them down and off, then holding them to her face and inhaling deeply.
“Ooh, Charlie, it smells of wee. God, I feel like a total slut whore! I just want to be used and pissed on and to come and come – you two can do whatever you want – just make sure I come, please!”. Soo sounded desperate, but we all understood the way she felt.
“Charlie, piss on me now, I want to feel your hot piss on my tits like Debbie did!” Sam pleaded, rolling back on the floor to sit on a towel.
“OK, darling, you asked for it!”. I stood in front of Sam, feet about a yard apart, her face level with my pussy.
“Oh god, that pussy of yours is just heavenly!” Sam exclaimed, “Give me a waterfall babe!” I felt Soo come up behind me and take me in her arms, allowing me to lean back on her, She rested her head on my shoulder and kissed me on the neck, and slowly, I allowed the sensation of the need to pee take me over. Soo’s hands caressed my breasts, then wandered down to my cunt, where they gently parted my smooth curtains. In a second, I felt the pee coursing down from my bladder to my pussy opening, then the wonderful rush as it arced away, down, scoring a direct hit between Sam’s tits. I heard her groan and looking down saw she had her eyes half closed, holding her breasts up from below to catch the full force of my flowing piss. She moved them from side to side, allowing the stream to play over her stiff nipples, then moving back to catch a pool in her cleavage, then letting it spill over and down between her legs and onto the floor. As the flow slowed, Sam rolled back until she was lying flat on her back, and I straddled her so my pee went straight down and splattered on her belly, tits, cunt and thighs. As soon as it was over, Soo and I leapt down on to her, sucking her nipples and licking up the piss from her body. Sam was groaning wildly, and as my fingers found her sopping wet cunt, she bucked with such a force we were almost thrown clear. “Oh fuck!!!” Sam shouted “frig me, make me come NOW!” she ordered. My fingers worked at her pissy clit wildly, as Soo continued to make great play of her nipples. Finally, I went down on Sam and sucked at her pungent clit and tongue-fucked her cunt in a mad frenzy. Sam came in a few seconds, bucking wildly and almost breaking my jaw! She collapsed back onto the wet floor, exhausted, spent, her breath coming in great ragged gasps. Soo and I lay down either side of her, caressing her face in our hands as she came down, kissing her gently, holding her, loving her. After some time, she spoke, softly: “That was.. incredible, darlings” she said. “I would never have believed it, feeling you pee over me from your sweet cunny was like going to heaven…. Now, however, I think I must pee… I can feel my bladder is very full!”
“Oh, pee on me Sammie sweetheart! please!” pleaded Soo. “I still want to come… but, I’m being selfish to Charlotte. Why don’t we both lie down and have Sam pee on us?” she suggested. I needed no encouragement. Soo and I lay where Sam had been, in each others arms, and Sam straddled us. I kissed Soo deeply and sexually, my tongue probing her mouth. She returned the kiss, and we were almost lost in the wonderful sensation of it. Then, we both felt a warm cascade, first hitting our breasts, and slipping liquidly between us, but rapidly moving up until Sam was pissing directly into the space between our wildly kissing mouths. The wee played back and forth, from one girl to the other, and also up and down, and it was impossible not to get a good deal of it in our mouths where we swallowed greedily and passed it back and forth between us, like a good wine…
The rest of the evening continued in the same vein for many hours, with all of us pissing and coming many times. We were totally lost in our wild game, utterly abandoned to the pleasure without a trace of caution or guilt. Total hedonism. The floor was awash with piss, the towels utterly sodden and useless. We drank from each other again and again, and the weewee just kept on coming, endlessly recycled. At one point Soo begged me to pee right inside her vagina, and we pushed our smooth glistening fannies together firmly, our legs crossed like scissors, until I could pee right into her cunt without too much spilling out. Afterwards she squatted over Sam’s open mouth and let it all go. Later, Sam was starting to fall asleep in the chair, flaked out from all her orgasms. Soo and I were sitting on the sofa opposite, chatting quietly. Suddenly, Sam simply spread her pussy open with two fingers and wee’d a huge arcing piss right across the room, splattering down onto the two of us. We playfully fought over who could catch Sam’s piss in her mouth, and then that kicked off yet another round of wet, hot girly loving.
Finally, as the first light of dawn started to seep through the curtains, we collapsed, exhausted, into my big bed, lying damp but wonderfully happy in each others tender arms. Gradually, utterly fulfilled, we fell asleep.
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Posted on 05.28.12
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A jeans peeing story for today
I met Amy when I was a college freshman. She was a high school senior, and was at one of our dorm parties. We were all very drunk and a bunch of the guys were singing some obscene songs. I was conducting the group, Amy was laughing hysterically at the content of our songs. When our concert ended she introduced herself to me. She had long light brown hair, a deep tan, and azure blue eyes. I was instantly addicted to the sparkle in those eyes. We started off with the usual small talk and I tore my glance away from her eyes to check the rest of her out.
She was wearing a tight navy blue t-shirt, jeans, and blue pumps. My cock started to slowly harden as she complemented me on our songs. She told me I had a pretty uninhibited mind to dream up the things in the song. I thanked her and confessed I’d heard the songs elsewhere and was only the conductor, and not the lyricist. She laughed and said it still took and uninhibited mind to lead those songs and teach them to others.
The party continued and Amy and I hit it off. We spent the rest of the night talking and drinking and dancing. The party was drawing to a close, when our conversation turned to sex. I asked Amy to go to bed with me. She declined but said, “I don’t fuck, but I’d LOVE to give you head!”
My cock sprang instantly to attention and I suggested we go back to my dorm. Amy said “How about my parents place.”
“It’s near here, and they’re gone for the weekend.” “Great!” I said, “I won’t have to kick out my roommate!”
Amy and I walked to her house. We were both a bit drunk, so we walked arm in arm back to her place, steadying each other as we went. Amy was quite fidgety as she walked. “What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve really got to piss!” was her response.
“You should have peed at the dorm.” I said.
“I don’t think I can make it to my house.” Amy said, giggling all the while. Amy said we were about halfway there, so turning back would do no good. I thought for a minute about other campus buildings, but the closest open one would be my dorm.
We were standing on the sidewalk between two dark houses. There were a bunch of bushes on the side of one of the houses. I suggested to Amy she piss behind the bushes. “Come with me.” she begged, tugging on my arm as she clicked up the driveway on her heels. I followed her between the two houses. “Want to watch?” she said.
I was startled by this request and a bit turned on too. I followed her behind the bushes, expecting her to drop her jeans, squat and let loose. I was really shocked when instead she just squatted and peed in her jeans. Amy was giggling the whole time as she pissed. It was hard to see much in the darkness, but I could hear her piss squirting through her jeans and could see the dirt around her pumps getting dark with her urine. Amy pissed a long time and sighed when she was finished. She started to rub her pussy through her wet crotch. It was tough to see, but judging from the length of time she peed her jeans and pumps had to be soaked!
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
Amy said, “Well, first off I don’t want any mosquito bites on my ass.”
“I don’t want to show you my pussy!” “Last of all, it feels really good!” Amy was rubbing her pussy the whole time and she had an orgasm as I watched.
She said “Wanna feel?” as she stepped out from the shadows. Amy’s jeans were soaked! The crotch was wet to almost the snap. Wide dark blue stripes ran down the inside of her legs to her pumps. Her pumps were spotted with her piss. She stepped up close to me and grabbed my hand and stuck it between her legs. I tried to withdraw my hand as it became wet from Amy’s piss.
She wouldn’t let me though and I was still drunk and horny so I started to rub her pussy through her jeans. Amy was pretty excited and I didn’t have to rub her much before she had another orgasm. She turned around and bent over a bit to show me her wet ass. Her piss was nearly to her pockets, with a small patch extending up the seam of her jeans between her pockets.
I grabbed a soggy lower ass cheek in each hand and squeezed, her piss wetting my hands. Amy turned around and kissed me. In the process she pushed her saturated crotch against me. Before I could react, I could feel my jeans getting wet from her piss. Amy broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. The denim covering my cock was the wettest part of my jeans. Amy rubbed my cock through the denim a few times before she unzipped me. She engulfed my cock with her mouth, sucking furiously as she played with my balls with her hands. I felt a tinge of pain, followed by great pleasure as Amy stuck a finger up my asshole as she continued to drown my cock in her saliva. Amy was a great cocksucker and I quickly shot my load into her mouth. Amy swallowed my cum and licked my cock clean.
“I’ve got a confession to make, this is my house.” Amy said as she pointed to the house with the bushes.
“You wet your pants on purpose?” I quizzed.
“Yup!” she beamed back. “How uninhibited are you?” Amy asked.
“Why?” I shot back.
“If you’ll piss all over me again, I’ll suck your cock all night long!”
I didn’t think twice before agreeing. I was neither disgusted nor thrilled by Amy’s piss soaked pants, but she obviously enjoyed it. She had given me a GREAT blowjob, and I would probably do just about anything for her to get an encore performance.
“Let’s go inside!” she said. I followed her around the back and she unlocked the door and we went inside. “Come on!” Amy said, leading me down to the basement. She lead me to a tiled corner of the basement and turned on a light. Amy pulled out my cock and dropped to her knees in front of me.
I started to piss on her breasts. I soaked each breast down, her navy t- shirt started to shine from my pee. My piss was running over her belly and soaking into the front of her jeans.
Amy locked her fingers around my cock and said, “Let me know when you’re almost out of piss.” She released my cock and I started to spray her chest again. I was actually starting to enjoy peeing on her as my bladder emptied.
“Amy, I’m getting low.” I told her. I was shocked as Amy took my cock into her mouth while I was still peeing. She drank down some of my piss before she sealed her mouth best as she could around my cock. My piss was dripping from the corners of her mouth as she swirled my piss around in her mouth and over my cock. The sensation of the warm fluid around my cock coupled with Amy’s tongue along the bottom of my shaft brought me close to orgasm.
Amy’s head was bobbing back and forth along my shaft, my piss still in her mouth. She brought me to an orgasm and kept her lips sealed around my cock as I sprayed cum into her mouth. She pulled back and opened her mouth a bit to show me my cum and my piss in her mouth before she swallowed.
Amy stood up and kissed me, giving me a faint taste of the piss/cum mixture. She disappeared for a minute and came back with a towel, which she spread over a couch that was near the tiled area. She sat down, still in her piss soaked clothes and motioned for me to sit next to her. I joined her and Amy unsnapped my jeans. I raised my ass off the couch and Amy dropped my jeans over my knees.
Amy’s head was in my lap in a flash. She kissed and licked my cock until it was hard. Amy took me into her mouth, gently sucking on my cock as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. This girl loved giving head! I was having a great time, running my hands over her piss soaked breasts, ass, and crotch as she sucked away. I pulled her shirt out of her jeans and removed her bra, fondling her breasts as she kept blowing me. I worked my hand down the back of her jeans and stuck a finger in her asshole, causing her to moan and scrape her teeth along my shaft.
I was young and horny and managed to cum another few times as Amy sucked my cock for what seemed like hours. She was licking up cum from my shriveled shaft when she said “I’m incredibly horny!”
“I thought you didn’t want to fuck.” I said. I was concerned not that she had changed her mind, but because she had sucked me dry and I wasn’t sure I could cum again.
“I’ll make you a deal,” she said, “If you let me pee on you, you can fuck me!”
“I don’t think I can get it up!” I said.
“Let me worry about that!” she said. “By the way, I want you to wear your clothes!” I reasoned I wouldn’t need my clothes until tomorrow at least so I agreed.
We went back to the tiled area and Amy had me lay down on the floor. She stood over me, a blue pump on either side of my ass, her crotch centered over my cock. She relaxed and sighed and I watched a wave of piss run down her legs and over her pumps. Her pumps filled with piss.
I was getting into the look of her jeans, all dark and shiny with piss when her pee started to dribble over my cock. The warm liquid felt good as it soaked into my crotch and flowed over my cock. I could feel my ass getting wet as the piss from the puddles around Amy’s pumps joined with her piss as it trickled down my crotch.
Amy slowly lowered herself as she kept pissing over my crotch. She sat on my cock and rubbed the crotch of her piss soaked jeans over it. Amy moved slowly forward, wetting down my shirt in the process. She ran out of piss about the time she soaked down my nipples.
Amy practically ripped off my jeans to get at my cock! I was at half mast, but Amy fixed that, enthusiastically licking and kiss my cock until it was hard again. Amy dropped her jeans, then lowered her dripping pussy over my cock. Amy sighed as my cock slid into her pussy. She was wet! Amy was riding up and down on my cock. Her wetness combined with my earlier orgasms conspired to keep me from coming.
Neither one of us minded, though as Amy road my cock wildly. I reached up to play with her boobs as they bounced away while she humped me. Amy’s wildness distracted me from the tile floor as she ground my ass into it!
Amy had a huge orgasm as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t cum, but I didn’t care. Amy collapsed on top me, and laid there as we caught our breath.
We stripped and took a shower after we stuck our piss-covered clothes in the laundry. We went up to Amy’s bedroom and Amy sucked my cock until the sun came up.
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 03.19.12
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