pissing story

Looking at the piss stories that have been posted I found this story that was originally posted in 2008. A lot will have missed it so enjoy if you haven’t read it before.

At the age of twenty, I went to visit a friend, Jenny, who was at college. She had a lovely two-bed roomed flat close to the university and I was really looking forward to my weekend away. Little did I know that the weekend’s discoveries would change my life.

During the first day of my stay, Jenny and I played squash. During the game I could not help but notice that when Jenny bent over to take a low shot in front of me her short tennis skirt rode up slightly to reveal her knickers. Her bottom seemed a little plumper than I remembered from school days and her frilly tennis knickers with their pink nylon fabric seemed almost like baby pants! I thought it best not to comment and we finished the game, waiting until we returned to the flat that evening to change.

That evening we settled down to a good old chat and inevitably ended up drinking far too much. I barely remembered going to bed, but in the middle of the night woke up in a half sleep wanting a pee. My next recollection was the following morning when I gradually woke to realise Jenny was standing by my bed with a cup of tea. As I moved to murmur good morning to Jenny I realised that the bed was soaked beneath me. My face reddened as I confessed, ‘I’m so sorry, but I think I’ve ruined your bed, I must have had an accident during the night.’

Pulling back the bedclothes, the bed was extremely wet, but Jenny did not seem too concerned, saying, ‘You’ve not changed your old habits, then,’ referring to the accidents I used to have as a teenager. Jenny continued, ‘I must admit that I wondered if you still suffered with little accidents so I took the precaution of putting a plastic cover on the mattress.’ As she said this, she drew back the wet sheet to reveal a large white towelling square and the waterproof sheet beneath I had to confess to Jenny that my intermittent incontinence had become more common recently. in fact, it had got to the stage where I was now wetting my knickers during the day on occasions. We chatted for some time and eventually I summoned up the courage to tell Jenny the truth, saying, ‘Actually, I think the problem is that I enjoy my wetting.’

While we had been talking in the bedroom, Jenny’s dressing gown had fallen open. As I happened to look down, I could clearly see the vee of her crotch and you can imagine my surprise when I saw the clear plastic of her incontinence pants. There were drop-lets of moisture on the inside and what looked like thick towelling knickers within which were obviously wet with her pee. Noticing my rather obvious stare Jenny said, ‘Yes it’s true. I have a similar problem, too.’ There was rather a lot of embarrassment and I decided to beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom to get showered.

As I walked across the hall to the bedroom to get dressed, Jenny emerged from her room, saying, ‘Look, I know you may be embarrassed but there’s no need. I’ve left you some things out on your bed that you might like to try.’ My heart leaped into my mouth with excitement and apprehension at the same time. Neatly laid out on the bed were a pair of thick terry towelling knickers and a pair of transparent waterproof pants. I could feel my pussy moisten as I lay on the bed and pulled on the towelling knickers.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I slipped one foot and then the other into the plastic panties, pulling them up and smoothing them over my curving buttocks and taking care to ensure that the towelling was tucked in around the legs. It was at this stage that I realised that I had been yearning for the security and comfort offered by returning to baby pants, where if I did need a pee in public I would not get into trouble.

During the day that followed, neither of us referred to the events of the morning, As for myself, I found that whilst I was ashamed of my growing need for the protection of plastic knickers I was also excited at the thought of someone finding out what lay beneath my skirt. I still felt too embarrassed to question Jenny about her knicker-wetting problem.

That night, I went to the loo for a pee. Pulling down my plastic panties, I realised that my pants were soaked in urine. It was time to go to bed and Jenny cheerfully commented, ‘I don’t think it would be wise to risk you wetting the bed again tonight. Would you mind awfully if we took some precautions?’

As I followed her to my bedroom she said, ‘I’ve made the bed up with the waterproof mattress cover again, but you will be more comfortable if you wear these.’ Jenny went to a drawer and pulled out a large terry towelling nappy, two large safety pins and another pair of the transparent plastic pants. Spellbound by what was happening, I obeyed Jenny’s instructions. She watched as I self-consciously lifted the hem of my dress, revealing my transparent plastic knickers. As Jenny looked at my crotch she could clearly see the darker area of the white towelling knickers soaked with my piss. ‘My word, you have been a naughty girl,’ remarked Jenny. ‘Let me help you finish undressing.’

I lay on the bed and Jenny skilfully unclipped my lacy half-cup bra. My nipples betrayed the excitement that was beginning to make my pussy ache with desire as Jenny slid my saturated incontinence panties down my legs. I am sure that she gasped a little as she saw my almost hairless cunt for the first time, the outer lips engorged and open with desire. She folded the nappy into a triangle and asked me to raise my bottom, slipping it under me and neatly pinning it in place at the front. My mind was racing, but I decided to let her continue. Jenny smiled at me in an almost maternal fashion as she unfolded the plastic panties, obviously enjoying the process of my regression to baby-hood. With me now dressed, Jenny concluded, ‘Your waterproof pants and nappy should keep you comfortable until morning. Why don’t you come through to my room in a few minutes and we’ll have a nightcap?’

A few minutes later, I wandered self-consciously into Jenny’s room with a bottle of cider and two glasses, feeling aware of the bulge of my nappy under the tee-shirt I wore at night. Jenny was sitting up in bed, finishing the remains of the lager we had had earlier. She smiled, saying, ‘Come on. Don’t be embarrassed. Come and sit here with me.’

After a few more drinks we both began to relax, but I could not help fidgeting when I realised I desperately needed to pee but did not know how to refasten the nappy Jenny had dressed me in earlier. I had to confess to her, Jenny, I’m so desperate for a pee, I think it may be too late! She replied with a growing passion in her voice, ‘It’s okay. Just relax and pee in your nappy. That’s why you’re wearing it.’ I had no choice and, with my cheeks blushing, I started to pee into my nappy, whilst sitting on Jenny’s duvet on her bed. The stream of urine gushed for almost half a minute, flooding around my sopping pussy and around my buttocks. Jenny was staring at my exposed PVC panty crotch, watching as my pee flooded into my incontinence knickers; my nappy being unable to cope with the volume. As I moved, small spurts of pee escaped from the elasticised leg bands of my plastic knickers, soaking the duvet. To my astonishment, Jenny smiled at me, ‘You’re all right. I have a PVC cover on it, and my mattress, too. Saying this, she pushed back the duvet. She looked absolutely fantastic wearing a transparent sheer white baby-doll nightie pushed upwards by her firm, full tits. It scarcely concealed Jenny’s secret of her underwear a terry towelling nappy and plastic panties identical to the ones she had dressed me in. Sitting next to her, I watched as Jenny dimmed the light and lay back on the bed saying, ‘I thought you might be a little surprised when you found out my secret passion for babywear.’

We kissed deeply, our tongues darting in and out and on to each others swollen nipples. My hands roamed over Jenny’s curving plastic-covered bottom. Sitting up facing each other, she extended her finger and hooked it around the leg elastic of my baby pants. The remaining build-up of pee in my panty crotch flooded out on to the mattress and soaked into the towel which covered the waterproof sheet beneath. I almost came on the spot with the excitement of not caring if you wet on the bed or duvet coupled with the effect Jenny’s finger was having as it worked in and out of my hole and flicked my clit.

Jenny’s sheer nightie was beginning to stick to her as the bed became wetter, and this seemed to excite her even more. Jenny then knelt up on the bed in front of me, and as she sucked on my hardened nipples I could hear a gushing sound. She straightened up, slowly raising the front of her baby-doll, saying, ‘What a filthy girl I am. Im pissing in my knickers.’ Her waterproof pants were distended between her legs where her pee continued to flood through her nappy. Having soaked the thick terry towelling to capacity, and now collecting in the transparent crotch of her baby pants. I could not resist running my hand over the sheer smooth PVC which felt hot from Jenny’s urine as it sloshed about. Like a cat that had just got the cream, she grinned wickedly, and lowered her bottom on to the bed. As I watched, her piss-filled plastic bulged as the liquid was put under pressure, but Jenny just lay back on to the pillows. Her pee flooded on to the sheet and duvet out of the waistband of her incontinence panties. Jenny turned to reach into the bedside drawer, her gossamer nightie now soaked in pee; producing a beautifully-sculpted double-ended dildo, she started to pull down the front of my baby pants. I knew I needed fucking, my hand sliding inside my saturated nappy and rubbing at my hungry cunt.

Jenny got me to kneel up again in front of her, now with the duvet beneath my knees for comfort. She unpinned both sides of my nappy and let it drop, slowly resting the plastic cock against my opening pussy lips and then pushing it home. It was at this stage that I had my first orgasm of the evening. As Jenny continued to fuck me I said to her, ‘I’m sorry, Jenny, I need to pee again.’ She replied, ‘Just does it!’ Kneeling astride me, she slid the dildo in and out of my cunt and I relaxed my bladder. My pee spurted out in a stream, bouncing noisily off the front of her waterproof panties. She pulled down the front of her knickers so that the hot jet of my urine added to the saturation of her own nappy. Whilst my bulging bladder was still discharging, she slid between my open legs. With her mouth open she licked at my quivering cunt, bringing me to another climax. Her face, hair and baby-doll nightie were saturated with my pee and love juice.

It was clear that neither of us could contain ourselves any longer. Jenny drew forward beneath me and pulled her plastic pants and nappy to one side. With an almighty gasp, she pushed the end of the dildo up her cunt and pulled me down on to the other end. That night, we lost count of our orgasms, but I shall certainly never forget my first experience of wearing nappies as an adult.

It has been ages since we had a pissing story so here we go.

It was their third date. Lucas was entranced by his newfound love, Alice, and couldn’t believe their first two dates had gone so well. Ever the gentleman, he hadn’t pushed too far on the earlier dates, two meals at excellent restaurants with gorgeous views. Not that his eyes had wandered far from his even more gorgeous date.

Alice was smart, funny and had natural beauty. Curvy in all the right places with a smile that sent tingles to Lucas’s nether regions. On this third date night, they were in the city and had just finished their meal. It was a cold night as they walked through the city park. They had finished off a bottle of wine over dinner and Alice realised she had made a mistake in not going to the loo before they left. Now, out in the middle of the city, with only dark, cobweb-filled public toilets nearby, she started to worry.

Her bladder was full and sending urgent messages to her brain that it needed a release. But where? She had a thing about public toilets and the nearest restaurant was a good 10 minutes walk away. As the desperation/panic in her eyes grew, Lucas sensed something was wrong. It was only their third date but he was already feeling a connection with Alice.

“Is everything OK?” Lucas asked.

Alice looked at Lucas and wondered how much to reveal. She had had a string of bad experiences with men and the last one had topped it off.

They had been on a bushwalk and the call of nature had taken hold. When she had revealed her predicament, her bushwalking companion had laughed and told her to drop her pale blue walking tights and undies and squat in the bushes. Unfortunately, peeing in the bush was as much a thing for Alice as public toilets and she had tried to soldier on. Her valiant efforts were ultimately in vain. As they climbed the last long hill to the carpark, every step sent a shudder of fear through Alice that she would lose control. Then, on one step, the rock beneath her shoe shifted. Alice stumbled and all control was lost. Pee flooded into her tights, which quickly turned from a pale blue to a dark blue, streaming down her legs in long rivulets, into her sneakers. The embarrassment was terrible … but what was worse was her companion laughing his head off. “How old are you? Two?” he joked. Needless to say, she never wanted to see him again.

Now, here she was again … and at risk of another date disaster, and this time with someone she was feeling strongly attracted to. She broke into tears as she confessed her predicament. “I need to pee and I hate public toilets. I’m worried I’m not going to be able to hold on …” she sobbed.

“Let’s get out of the park and find somewhere you can go,” Lucas replied.

“It’s too late,” Alice said. “Much further and I’ll lose it. You must think I’m pathetic. Here I am, a grown woman who is going to wet her pants.”

She stared at the ground unable to look Lucas in the eye. She was going to lose him, all because of her stupid, weak bladder.

Lucas thought for a few seconds, put his finger under Alice’s chin and lifted her face to meet her eye to eye. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he said.

Alice wondered what was coming as she looked into his deep green eyes. “I’m going to sit down over there and you’re going to sit in my lap facing me … and you’re going to let go,” Lucas said.

Alice looked stunned. “What?” she replied.

“I want you to let go while you’re sitting on me,” Lucas said. “That way both our jeans will get wet and no one will be able to work out what happened.”

“Are you sure?” Alice said, fidgeting from leg to leg as she neared the point of no return, not quite able to believe what she was hearing.

“Absolutely,” Lucas replied. “A problem shared is a problem halved.”

He walked off the path, sat down on the grass and beckoned Alice over. She walked to him in stunned silence and sat down on his lap. Lucas put his arms around Alice and held her close to him. They kissed as he ran his fingers through her long red hair just above the base of her neck. The touch of Lucas’s fingers and lips made Alice tingle all over but it also started to evaporate what control of her bladder she still had left.

“Lucas, I don’t thing I can hold it any more,” Alice admitted in a desperate voice.

“That’s OK,” said Lucas. “You can go.”

And with that the dam broke. For a moment, it seemed to Lucas that nothing had happened and then he felt the warmth seeping through his jeans, into his lap and onto his legs. There was something erotic about it, the warm liquid leaving Alice’s body and seeping over his own. Alice half sobbed as she let her bladder empty, in shock at what was happening. This was nothing like the bushwalk. Finally she was spent and she pulled her face away from Lucas’s shoulder and stared into his eyes. “I can’t believe you did that for me,” she said.

Lucas smiled. It wasn’t quite the third date he had expected but he was falling in love with this raven-haired woman, fast. They got up, and walked out of the park back to Lucas’s car. Fortunately, he kept a couple of old towels in the boot.

When they got back to Alice’s place, she invited him inside. She knew what was about to happen … and she wanted it to happen. Never before had she met a man who would surrender himself in such a situation like that. She led him inside and took him straight to her bedroom. She looked Lucas in the eye and took a chance. She had a feeling that there was more to his offer in the park.

“I get the feeling that maybe you liked what happened in the park,” Alice said. “Would you like to do the same to me?”

Lucas’s heart skipped a beat. It never occurred to him that Alice would see right through him like that and guess his secret fetish. “Yes, I would love that” he mumbled, part-embarrassed at having his fetish discovered so easily but more than anything excited.

“The only thing is these jeans are already wet and so are yours,” Alice said. “Take yours off and wait here while I change.”

Lucas could barely contain his anticipation as Alice disappeared into her walk-in wardrobe. What was she changing into, he wondered. When Alice walked back in, Lucas almost did a double take. She came back in exercise gear, a sunshine-yellow leotard and grey tights

Alice lay back on the bed.

“What about the mattress?” Lucas asked.

Alice smiled, pulling back the base sheet to reveal a protective plastic sheet. “I have the odd wet night, so I keep it protected,” she said with a smile.

Lucas was transfixed by Alice and what she was wearing. He climbed over his chest and knelt with his crotch not far from her chin.

“You were quite the gentleman, back there at the park,” she said. “What you did in my time of crisis deserves a reward. It’s your turn to let go.”

It took a while for Lucas to contain his excitement and reach a state where he actually could let go. Just the thought of wetting a bed was exciting and he had to fight his primal urges. Finally, he got there, realising how badly he needed to pee. He felt a few drops come out and make the front of his undies wet again, before he involuntarily clenched and stopped the flow. Alice frowned. “Is that all you’ve got?” she asked.

Lucas closed his eyes and concentrated. He had never peed in front of a woman before and he worried that stage fright would get the better of him. Finally, once he had relaxed, he felt the pee moving along his shaft towards the tip and knew he was on the point of no return. With a huge spurt, he started to pee uncontrollably. The flood quickly seeped through his undies all over Alice’s leotard and tights, which quickly turned dark with his pee.

Alice moaned as he felt Lucas’s hot pee soak into the lycra and onto her skin. This was amazing. It was one of the biggest turn-ons she had ever experienced. For what felt like a good 30 seconds, Lucas kept peeing until finally his bladder was spent. Alice pulled him down onto the sodden bed and slid her hands down to his steaming, soaked undies. She felt him harden as she rubbed him through the wet material.

Lucas turned and lay down alongside Alice in a 69 position and pulled one of her legs over his body. Lucas put his mouth to Alice’s sodden crotch and kissed her through the leotard and leggings. What he wasn’t expecting was warm, salty liquid to seep through the material as Alice started peeing again. Lucas had never imagined tasting pee before but the moment was so erotic, he lapped at the golden nectar.

Alice moaned even louder, the thought of what her lover was doing leaving her a-tingle. When she was finished, she felt Lucas pulling her almost-transparent leotard down to her ankles, followed by her tights. Once again, she felt Lucas’s mouth on her crotch, his tongue lapping her sideways, Tahitian-style. The sensation was mind-blowing. She pulled Lucas’s lower half closer to her and licked his warm penis from base to tip, tasting salty pee – was it his or hers, who knew? – along the way.

As they lay, licking each other, their bodies entwined on the sopping sheets, Lucas and Alice reached simultaneous orgasms and exploded in each other’s arms. After about 10 minutes, Alice looked into Lucas’s eyes and said: “Would you like to stay the night?” With a smile she added: “Don’t worry, I have a clean set of sheets.

Its been a while since we have a Piss Story so here we go.

Sophie snuggled further into the duvet. Next to her Emma was cradling a mug of hot chocolate as if it was a newborn child. They could hear Paul snoring upstairs. This wasn’t quite the raucous recreation of a childhood sleepover they’d planned.

Sophie had suggested it the week before. A chance to have a giggle and pretend to be young again. Wear their old nighties, gossip about the people they fancied, watch bad movies. It meant Emma’s partner being booted out of the way of course but that wasn’t the end of the world.

Emma had finished work and come home quite excited. She’d sent Paul upstairs, promising him a reward if he left them to it for the night, like a well trained dog he did as he was told. She’d opened a bottle of wine, filled a bowl with the sweets from their childhood, sherbet, dolly mixture, cola bottles, that kind of thing. Finally she dug out the nightie she’d last worn a fair few years before. It was shimmery, with some kind of sewn in sparkly glitter of the type she’d thought so cool as a teenager. She’d grown taller since then though as when she put it on it barely skimmed her bottom. When she thought about it she wasn’t sure it had covered much more when she last wore it.

Emma had agreed after their last sleepover before college that they’d keep their nighties locked away until the next sleepover. Neither of them knew it would be such a long time, nearly ten years later. But better late than never she supposed.

Emma decided against wearing underwear, maybe she’d flash Sophie, just for a laugh. A spark inside her of a distant memory almost came to the surface but it disappeared when the doorbell rang.

“Hi!”

They exchanged hugs and Sophie came inside, wearing a long dressing gown. “I got a few looks driving over here,” she laughed as they made their way through to the living room.

The sofa bed had been pulled out and piled high with cushions and blankets. Emma popped the wine cork and they settled in to watch the first of several incredibly cheesy films. As the second bottle dropped empty onto the carpet Sophie sighed happily. She was enjoying herself. This was exactly like the old days.

“Let’s play the game we used to play,” Emma suggested.

“Which one?”

“See which of us can go the longest without going to the bathroom.”

“That’s not fair. You always won that, and anyway I need to go now.”

“Me too, that should make it more even. I’m going to make a hot chocolate. To keep it fair I think you should have one too.”

She stood up and Sophie was able to take a long look at her friend’s legs. She raised her eyebrows when she realised Emma was wearing nothing under her nightie. She was all for recreating their youth but didn’t she have any shame? Although she couldn’t talk really, under her dressing gown she was naked, still nervous about revealing this in case Emma didn’t feel the same as she did about the two of them, the years in between yearning for her friend, never knowing if she remembered the drunken things they did together as teenagers.

Sophie sipped her hot chocolate, feeling the aching in her tummy grow stronger. She wouldn’t last much longer before she’d have to go pee. Emma sat beside her staring at the TV, wriggling in her seat.

By the time the credits rolled Sophie felt enormous, her tummy bloated and her legs clamped together, she knew she had to go.

Standing up, she looked at Emma who seemed just as uncomfortable. “You win,” she began. “I have to pee.”

“Can’t you last any longer?” Emma sounded smug, as if she’d known things would turn out this way.

“Don’t sound so pleased with yourself. I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Sorry, I meant to say, the toilet’s being fixed. I’ve been going outside.”

Sophie was shocked. “What? I’m not weeing in your garden. What if the neighbours see?”

“Fine, you’ll have to wet yourself then.”

“Don’t tempt me, I’ll do it on your carpet.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Watch me.”

Sophie tugged at her dressing gown cord, it fell away to reveal her nudity. Emma gawped at her friend, her huge breasts, the nipples erect in the sudden cold, her slightly bulging tummy, the tiny strip of pubic hair and her long slender legs. She hadn’t seen her naked in years and here she was standing there with no shame at all.

Sophie squatted down on the carpet, daring Emma to stop her. Emma just watched, calling her bluff, knowing she’d never go through with this. Her eyes opened wider as Sophie actually began pissing on her floor. She couldn’t believe it.

“That feels so much better,” Sophie sighed, feeling the relief immediately as strong smelling piss gushed from her down into the thick carpet at her feet. She could feel the warmth on her toes and splashing her thighs as it poured from her. Emma was gobsmacked but at the same time it was making her all the more desperate to go.

“You filthy bitch,” she laughed. “This’ll teach you.”

She walked over to where Sophie was crouching down and lifted her nightie, pointing her shaved pussy straight at Emma’s face.

“What are you do…?” Sophie began but stopped as a jet of piss flew from Emma and hit her straight in the mouth. She gagged at the heat of it but swallowed involuntarily, feeling the spark inside her growing stronger. A steady flow splashed down her chin, trickling over her boobs and falling to the floor. For some reason she laughed, enjoying their stupid drunken moment together.

Sophie finished peeing first and leant forward, angling her face to catch the last spurts coming out of her friend. She swallowed hard and blinked the sting of urine out of her eyes. For a moment they looked at each other, then Sophie grabbed Emma’s hips and pulled her down to the floor. They lay together, oblivious to the squelching of the carpet under them as frantically they kissed, tongues probing each other’s mouths, hands sliding over each other’s bodies.

Sophie broke the kiss off first, laying Emma on her back and diving between her legs. With no warning she suddenly pushed two fingers straight up inside her friend, amazed at how wet she was already, wanting nothing but to make her friend come, memories of their friendship bubbling up inside her and suddenly completely in love.

Emma spread her legs wider, feeling a tongue on her clit and grinding her hips to help the movement, moaning loudly as she lay there, shocked at the suddenness of it all but feeling this was just right somehow. She looked up and was shocked to see Paul standing in the doorway, he must have heard her moaning. He was naked, holding his erect penis in his hand and slowly stroking it up and down.

Paul put a finger to his lips and tiptoed to behind Sophie, kneeling behind her, staring at her pert bottom sticking up into the air as, oblivious to his presence, she continued playing with Emma’s soaking wet pussy. Paul watched for a moment more, then unable to contain himself, he pushed his hard cock straight up Sophie’s pussy. She went rigid for a second, trying to work out what the hell was happening, then realised who it was and calmed down once more. He’d heard them then, lucky he didn’t seem to mind what could technically count as an affair.

Paul began to fuck Sophie, each thrust pushing his cock further inside her, feeling her tight moistness against the head of his cock with each shove of his hips. Sophie’s face was being banged back and forth into Emma’s pussy, harder and faster, making her groan loudly into Emma’s crotch.

Emma was too far gone to care about him staring at her as she felt her clit begin to tingle uncontrollably. She knew her orgasm wasn’t far away now and all she wanted was for it to take control of her body. Sophie seemed to know what was happening as she began to finger fuck her harder, gently biting her clit one last time before sucking it into her mouth.

Emma screamed. “You’re making me come, fucking hell, it feels so good…” She drifted off as the orgasm she’d yearned for took over, making her jerk and shake on the floor, her pussy twitching like made round Sophie’s fingers.

Paul nearly lost it at that point but slowed down just enough to keep from orgasming. He began to pick up speed when Sophie slid forwards suddenly, off the end of his cock. She turned and with a single swift movement, pushed him onto his back.

Paul lay back, wondering why the carpet was damp under his body. He was distracted by Sophie lowering herself onto his cock, letting him slide all the way up inside her in less than a second. She moaned and began riding him as Emma watched, her breathing still some way from returning to normal. She wanted to move, wanted to kiss Sophie, to thank her, to cuddle up to her, but instead she could only watch as Sophie rode her partner, her boobs bouncing wildly up and down as she fucked his cock, using him to bring herself to climax. She had a hand between her legs, rubbing it against her clit, masturbating herself to get there quicker.

Paul couldn’t hold it in any longer, he grabbed Sophie’s hips and ground her down onto him as he thrust his hips upwards, spunk shooting up into Sophie’s pussy, filling her up as his cock jerked spontaneously. He collapsed back, panting as Sophie continued to ride his still hard cock, chasing her own orgasm. At last she too screamed out loud, a climax stronger than any she’d felt before raced through her as she turned to glance at Emma, their eyes locking as she came.

The three of them lay still for some time, drifting off to sleep, naked on the carpet. Paul awoke first, sliding out from under Sophie and tiptoeing back to the bedroom.

Emma awoke next and climbed into the sofa bed, half coaxing, half dragging Sophie in alongside her. They fell asleep again, this time in each other’s arms, not waking until long after the sun had risen the next day.

Sophie was up first, wondering just what had happened the night before. She was naked, had she taken her nightie off? Why was she aching so much between the legs? Had she had a naughty dream? She glanced at Emma, still fast asleep beside her and wondered.

A minute later Emma stretched and yawning, blinking her eyes open and seeing Sophie staring back at her.

“Good morning,” she muttered, her mouth feeling dry and rough after the wine filled evening they’d had.

“Good morning,” Sophie relied, “though I’m not sure what happened last night. Can you remember any of it?”

Emma just smiled, then got up and walked away to the bathroom, Sophie staring at her naked bottom as she left the room, wondering if maybe her dream had happened after all.

A lesbian sex and pissing story for today

When we finally arrived at the resort, it was getting late already. The hotel I had booked stood a little apart from the rest and didn’t have its own beach connected to it, but it looked really nice and was affordable. Plus, not being in an area with lots of drunken tourists was a definite advantage in my book.

The lady at the reception looked a little tired when we walked in, pulling our suitcases behind us, sweating from the heat and the walk. My friend and sub Martina was looking around excited while I checked us in. I gave the receptionist our names and she looked them up. “Okay, that’s… a suite, correct?” she looked at me over the rim of her glasses.

I smiled my sweetest smile and nodded. “Unless you’ve got a dungeon with racks and whips for us, then by all means we’d take that,” I said cheekily.

Martina slapped my butt and looked embarrassed at the clerk. She was very beautiful in that moment, her long dark hair framing her tanned, delicate face, a blush giving her a rosy complexion. Her skin was still shiny from sweat, which made her green dress cling to her body tightly, showing her enormous breasts nicely. The receptionist cleared her throat and turned her attention to the computer again. “Room 221A,” she said finally, handing us our key cards. “Would you like me to show you?”

I smiled again. “Well, that depends on what you’d like to show us.”

Without a word, she motioned us to follow her and led us towards the elevator. From behind, I got a nice view of her figure. She was dressed stylish, in a nice pants suit that was cut just tight enough to show her curves, and just loose enough not to be too sexy. I figured her to be about Martina’s age, around 40, and she had bottle blonde hair which she wore in short curls. Her walk still had some sway in it that showed she liked to be sexy.

When we reached the elevator, she had already called it for us, and we all went inside. Martina took my hand as we went up, kissing me softly on the lips while the woman tried her best to ignore us and stared intensely at the buttons on the wall. I moaned a little from my girlfriend’s touch and leaned back against the wall, grabbing her butt. “Mmmmh, not yet,” I whispered, but loud enough that the woman could still hear us. “You’ll get your taste of pussy soon enough.”

When we arrived at the second floor, she led us down a corridor, all the way down towards the end. 221A was the last room at the right. With a keycard that was hanging from her neck, she unlocked the door for us and swung it open, letting us walk inside. “Is there anything I can do…” she started, clearing her throat again. “…Anything else you need from me?”

We looked around the room. It was spacious, clean, light and smelled nice, with a large, comfortable looking bed on the window side and a nice, large bathroom. “Well,” I said, turning towards her. “That depends on if you want to join us or not.”

She looked at me hesitantly, not sure what to say. “I… I really don’t know… what do you mean?” she stuttered.

I let myself fall on the bed, exhausted from the trip, pulling up a leg. From where she was standing, she might have been able to look up my skirt and see my pubes and sweltering pussy. I lifted my arms under the back of my head and looked at her. “Well, we’ve come here to have as much fun as two girls can possibly have. As soon as you close that door, we’ll be exchanging body fluids left and right. So if you want to join us in that, this is your chance.”

Martina stood by the side, looking at me, then her, holding her breath. She was excited, and embarrassed at the same time, and didn’t quite know what to say. The woman looked at me for a moment, then slowly closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath. I smiled. “I’m Kathrin,” I said, introducing myself again, even though she already knew our names.

She nodded. “Giulia,” she said, still standing with her back against the door.

I motioned Martina to come closer. “Lick me clean, my little girlfriend,” I told her.

Martina smiled, getting into a role that was comfortable and familiar to her. She went to the floor on all fours, slowly crawling up to me. When she had reached the bed, she carefully pushed my skirt up all the way and began to lick up along my thighs. If she minded the woman watching us, she didn’t show it. I moaned, squirming a little when she had reached my pussy, lapping up the sweat and wetness from the trip as her nose rubbed against my damp pubes. “MMmh, you smell soo good today, mistress,” she moaned as she inhaled deeply.

I nodded, running my left hand through her hair, pulling it back. “I hope so,” I said. “Because there’s a lot of me for you to lick. ” She nodded, then pulled herself up, one hand resting on my pelvis as she slowly rubbed my clit while her head wandered up my body, kissing and licking my skin wherever it was exposed. She ran her tongue from my cleavage to my throat, then across my shoulder out to my arm, paying special attention to my armpits, my hair wet and clinging from sweat. Feeling her lick me there turned me on to no end.

I looked up again and saw Giulia still standing by the door, but now with a hand down the front of her pants while the other was playing with her breast under her jacket. I smiled. “Come closer,” I said. “You’ll get a better look from here.”

Hesitantly, she stepped forward, slowly walking to the side of the bed while Martina began kissing me, her fingers probing my pulsing pussy. I turned my head sideways towards her. “Make yourself comfortable,” I said. She smiled nervously, but sat down on a chair besides the bed. As I pulled my dress under my breasts, letting them fall out full and heavy, playing with my nipples as Martina went back to sucking my clit, she opened her pants and her hand went back inside.

Martina knew exactly how to play with me, and with three fingers up my twat she rubbed my insides just as I liked it. I bit my teeth, breathing heavily, watching Giulia play with herself. “Mmmh, you like how my slut eats me out?” I asked her through clenched teeth. “You’re jerking your cunt off watching her eat my soppy pussy, huh?” I pinched my nipples, groaning, as Martina bit my clit.

Giulia nodded, moaning softly. I groaned again, pulling at Martina’s hair. “You want her to eat you out too?” I asked the receptionist. She nodded again, too shy to speak.

Martina looked up at me, her lips and chin shiny from my pussy liquid. I nodded my head towards Giulia. “Go ahead,” I said. Martina nodded and crawled, again on all fours, towards the chair. Her breasts hung saggy down and swung as she moved. When she arrived between Giulia’s legs, she helped her pull her pants down, which the woman reluctantly let her do. Martina purred as she caught her first glimpse of Giulia’s underwear. I was right about her, she liked being sexy after all. She wore a sheer, see-through black thong and dark stockings with a black smooth garter belt. Through the fabric, a small patch of dark pubic hair was visible, but she had shaved most of it along the sides.

My slave pulled the thong aside with her teeth and began licking the receptionist’s labia just as intensely as my own. Her tongue flicked quickly across Giulia’s little clit, which seemed to arouse her like nothing else. She squirmed and held Martina’s head in place, moaning louder and louder. I stepped behind Martina, pulling up her skirt to reveal, once more, her big round butt and the sweet moist area between her legs. Just for good measure, I gave her buttocks a heavy smack, watching them jiggle. She moaned.

“You want it in your ass, slave?” I asked her harshly.

She paused her licking for a moment and moaned: “Yes, goddess. I’m just an ass whore, my worthless cunt is not worthy of your touch.” I smiled, remembering how much she liked anything that had to do with her arse and tits. I pulled out some lube from my suitcase and let it run between her asscrack, rubbing it all over her anus. She munched and moaned further on Giulia’s pussy as I slipped my fingers, pressed tightly, into her big latina ass. “Oh YES!” she moaned, almost screaming. “YES, like that!!” I drilled my right hand harder into her asshole, feeling it stretch and widen, painfully, the closer it came to my knuckles.

“And what do we say to our guest?” I asked her, teasingly, as I forced my hand inside her, moving it in and out as her asshole stretched.

She gulped, looking up at Giulia, then gathered her courage and said sternly. “Please miss, piss on me.”

The receptionist looked stunned, not knowing what to say or do. “I… I don’t know if…”

I slapped Martina’s ass again. “She likes it,” I said to the woman. “Don’t worry, just treat her like a whore and let her have it.”

Giulia’s face grew bright red as she looked down, where Martina had opened her mouth wide right at the base of her pussy, waiting patiently. “Please, give me your piss, milady,” Martina said again, meekly. I heard Giulia moan softly, and something began to trickle, then Martina started slurping quickly and greedily. I bit my teeth and forced the rest of my hand up her asshole, feeling her sphincter tighten around my wrist as it entered. Martina moaned loud and long, but kept her lips firmly around Giulia’s pussy, swallowing her pee down.

After a few moments the receptionist grew bolder, and the trickle became a small stream, gushing into Martina’s slave mouth while my hand was digging down her intestine, fucking her ass hard and deep as she deserved it. She came, hard and violently, inadvertently biting Giulia’s clit, whose piss in turn squirted down on her throat and tits as she came herself. I left my hand lodged inside Martina for a minute, waiting for her to calm while Giulia caressed her face and kissed her gently. When I finally pulled out, she had gotten up and pulled her pants up again, getting back to being prim and proper for her job at the reception desk.

Martina crawled happily onto the bed and closed her eyes while I stood up, my hand greasy from lube. The receptionist smiled at me, then took my slimy fingers and began licking them. “If there is anything I can do for you, just give me a call,” she said as she left, handing me her card. “Day and night.”

Its been a while since we had a pissing story and when came across this solo panty peeing story, I thought some may enjoy

I woke up in my bed in the middle of the night, next to my fiancée, her light breathing demonstrating to me that yes, she was asleep. I looked around for the clock, but the bright light always kept us awake, so it was covered with my shirt and too far across the room to read without getting up. I fished under papers on my messy nightstand for my phone and was blinded by the light as I read it: 3:27 in the morning. I recalled the events of last night; we hadn’t partied, but I’d had both alcohol and weed, so obviously I had been parched and downed quite a bit of water. I felt a twinge in my bladder (and in my clit) as I recalled it; in fact, I was parched again. I slowly extracted myself from the covers without waking her. It felt like I was getting out of bed agonizingly slowly, and my need for the bathroom increased as my body became vertical and gravity aided its pressure on my urethra. Putting my phone back on my nightstand, I quickly fumbled on my bathrobe. I stumbled toward the bedroom door with eyes not yet readjusted to the dark. The bathroom was all of the way down the hallway. Arms out in front of me like a zombie, I blinked blindly as I slowly tried to find the door.

Shooting pain suddenly attacked my foot as it found a heavy textbook I had left on the floor the night prior; in my shock, I felt a drop of my pee slide through and out of my urethra, wetting my labia and making a very small damp spot on my grey panties. I immediately clenched up, and no more left me, but in that moment I felt the intense urge to just let go. I wanted so badly to just relax and feel my pee flowing down, coating my pussy and soaking through my underwear. We were on wood floors; the hot piss would make its way down the inside of both legs as I moaned in relief and pleasure, pooling quickly on the floor. I had a large bladder, and the urine would likely stain the book on the floor and possibly ruin the floorboards. I didn’t want to risk it, and held my urges in with clenched teeth and will power.

My desperation suddenly much stronger, I hurriedly made my way through the door, better watching where I was going; my eyes began to adjust to the light. I was almost to the bathroom when I wondered if I was going to make it. The drop of pee that I had released was just the first, and I felt as if some kind of seal had been broken. Before, I only had to pee a little. Now, after standing up and allowing gravity to force urine downwards inside of me, as well as the fact that I had startled myself and relaxed my urethral sphincter slightly (and was apparently unable to completely retighten it,) I was practically dancing my way to the bathroom. I put one hand on my crotch as I felt another drop make its way into my panties. “Oh well,” I muttered to myself. “It’s not as if a few drop of urine are going to stain anything.” My body made me regret my words as a short squirt of piss shot fiercely past my clitoris and into my panties, dripping onto my hand. I clapped my hand tightly against my pussy, willing myself to not do it again. With the hand that was not desperately clasping my vulva, I reached for the door and pushed it open, then frantically sliding along the wall and turning on the light. The brightness shot into my wide open and relaxed eyes and I flinched, raising the hand on my pussy to my eyes to protect them from the light. And with that, I began to leak.

A few drops trickled out at first; my eyes squeezed tightly shut (still hurting,) I fought to reach back and shut the door behind me, and barely succeeded; a few more, larger drops of urine soaked into my underwear and began to run down my leg, followed by more of the same volume. I was squeezing my kegel muscles as tightly as I possibly could, but the piss kept coming. I hastily managed to somehow make it all of the way across the room to the toilet before it started to squirt out. A fair sized squirt began to flow out of my glistening labia and I yanked up the lid and planted my butt perfectly on the toilet seat. There was one small issue. In my haste, I had forgotten to pull down my underwear. I felt warmth spreading across my crotch that would not normally be there when I was pissing into a toilet; the pee inside of me was now forcefully flooding out of my urethra, plashing and spraying through my now-soaked panties, all over my legs, and noisily dripping into the toilet bowl below me. I could feel my piss saturating my underwear entirely; the hot wetness spread across my butt cheeks through the fabric and I felt absolutely, disgustingly, embarrassingly soaked. I was actively pissing myself… and it felt ridiculously good. As the pee flooded quickly through my poor, relaxed little piss-hole and out into the world, it splashed against my clitoris and along my labia, some of it literally dripping into my vagina. The slightly open hole accepted my piss and soon, it was full and the drops were bubbling out. I could also feel drops trapped between my leg and the toilet seat on the side closer to the door; since I had already started peeing before I began to sit down, drops of my urine had landed on the toilet seat and would stay there, forgotten, long after I got up.

My piss trickled into a smaller stream into my underwear now; I put my hand back down and pulled them aside to reveal my sex. With the movement, my pee that had not already fallen from the panties flooded out at once into the toilet bowl, making a louder splash. My pussy lips still emitted a slowly dwindling stream of the faintly yellow liquid. I watched it coming from inside of me as I held my soaked panties to one side. I was wet, and not just with piss. Something about the taboo of pissing myself, of maybe the humiliation, or even just the feel as the liquid forcefully sprayed against the underside of my clit, made me extremely excited. I felt excitement running from my clit to my stomach as the last few drops of pee left my body, dripping rhythmically into the water below.

Astonished by how good it had felt to piss myself like a child, I sat for a moment with my mouth open. Then, even more embarrassingly, I gave into my next urge and my fingers shot to my still-dripping pussy lips and began to massage it. I then took the side of my hand, pressed against my pussy through my panties, and clenched my thighs tightly around it. My body was electric; I grinded against my hand and my sopping-wet underwear that were still soaking up a few more drips. The motion against my hand was intense, and I was horny. I was cumming in seconds, and with it I felt one last, strong but small, vividly pleasurable squirt of piss shooting out of me and covering my hand in more of my own liquids. It might not have been piss; maybe it was female ejaculate- my cum. Maybe it was both. It was most likely both, considering I had just been dribbling the contents of my bladder hurriedly into my own clothing. My orgasm, either way, was centered not on my clit but on my pee-hole, just below my clit. It throbbed as I threw my head forward and bit back a screech of pleasure. As the waves of my orgasm began to subside, my mind cleared and I looked around. I stood up and pulled off my panties and threw them across the room into the shower, where they landed with a wet, resounding “flop!” Drying myself with toilet paper and forgetting my pissy panties where they were, I turned off the light and proceeded to feel my way back to the bedroom, utterly relieved and entirely exhausted. I lazily climbed back in bed, my heavy body falling into place. My head hit the pillow, and I was instantly asleep.

My movements woke up my fiancée; she realized that she, too needed to pee, but much less desperately. She made her way into the bathroom and was faced with my sloppy, naughty, accident.