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For those that have been asking here is a lesbian pissing story I came across
Ellen walked into the bathroom and knew immediately she was running late because all the other girls were almost ready and a queue for the showers had already built up. She did not relish the idea of standing out in the cold waiting for one of the cubicles to become free. She silently thanked herself for wearing her dressing gown today, normally she didn't bother as she was rather lazy and would get out of bed and walk strait to the bathroom in the nude. Since they all lived and went to school together, shared rooms and small spaces for so long all the girls of the house had gotten comfortable with each other and there was no problem with nudity but today she had put something on because she's had another one of her dreams.
From time to time Ellen would have vivid dreams of all her dirtiest fantasies and all though she loved having them they posed the delicate problem of waking up in a room shared with 5 other girls with a sopping wet pussy and a burning desire to fill it with anything from her own fingers to her electric toothbrush. So to avoid awkwardness she had thrown on her gown to cover her puffy red excited lips and the beads of her girls cum which were now rolling down her legs. She desperately needed a wank, and to get out of this cold, how long did people take to shower.
Spotting Frankie's towel hanging out side one of the showers she skipped the small queue pulled back the curtain and stepped in. This was quite common during busy times of the day like mornings when people couldn't be bothered to wait for their own cubicle. Inside Frankie was stood facing the back wall engrossed in rubbing shampoo into her hair and so didn't notice Ellen's quite entrance. Ellen took a the opportunity to have a good look, starting with her legs her eyes traced a line up her long olive skinned legs to her small tight ass. Lingering here she thought to herself how beautiful the creature before her was and all the things she would to that ass if she was allowed. Just then the water slowed to a few drips then stopped all together, in an effort to save water the school's showers were operated by a button which, when pushed, would give you a few minutes of water before needing to be pushed again. Still focused on her long locks of curly hair Frankie seemed to be quite content to leave the water off for now.
Ellen didn't mind this either but as she continued checking out Frankie's adorable backside something strange caught her eye. Along with the rest of the drips that were meandering down Frankie's body there was a more powerful stream running down the inside of her right leg. Ellen felt a tingle in her pussy as she realised what was happening, the slightly salty smell, the golden pool forming at the drain, she was watching her best friend pee herself.
She could have watched stayed and watch for hours but she was so close, she felt like watching was a waste of this glorious opportunity. Reaching out she gave Frankie a friendly pinch on her butt to announce her presence making sure her index and middle finger went into the golden stream coming from her pussy allowing the warm liquid to coat her finger tips and run down into the palm of her hand.
Surprised Frankie spun round quickly to see who had caught her relieving herself. She could never be bothered to go to the toilet in the morning and quite enjoyed the feeling of warmth flowing down her leg. What she really liked about it was how dirty it made her feel but she felt embarrassed about this and made sure no one found out about her little 'accidents'. She was now standing face to face with Ellen but was finding it difficult to stop mid flow. In a desperate attempt she clamped her hand down on her pussy to try and block the stream but inevitably it just spurted out of the gaps between her fingers. Eventually the flow died down and Frankie removed her now soaking hand from between her legs. Ellen lifted her eyes up to meet Frankie's, a panicked expression had spread across her face.
The taste was incredible, the taste of her own excitement that she had come to know and love mixed with the more exotic tanginess of Frankie's contribution. As she did this she realised what she was doing, as she and Frankie shared a room together they had obviously seen each other masturbating countless times before, they had even had little experiments with each other's bodies but now here she was legs spread in the shower, performing for her friend while sucking her piss of her cum soaked finger. She was a very dirty girl. And she was loving it.
"Eww, that finger is still covered in my wee, who are you and what have you done with my goodie two shoes of a roommate"
"Oh yeah you like this" she said breathily "you like watching your friend's ass in your face, like watching her shove her fingers into her tight hole, you getting off on this you slut"
She reach out and hit the button for more water, but was met with only a metallic squeak and few drops. Both girls look at each other in horror, finally notice the silence that had surrounded them. Now they were really late and the water for the showers had already been turned off.
"Now you still need to go for your morning pee and I need that to wash my hair" Ellen's stomach flipped as she realised what her friend was asking, this was a dream come true, she had imagined this a million times over late at night in her bed with her fingers inside her, but now she was scared Frankie would find out about her fetish.
A golden stream leapt from Ellen's urethra hitting Frankie square in the forehead. Frankie who was not anticipating the power or pace of the gushing torrent yelped slightly and closed her eyes but managed not to flinch or move backwards. Adjusting her pelvis, Ellen managed to redirect the stream moving it up Frankie's forehead and onto her curly mass of hair. The hair darkened as the golden liquid flowed around it and soaked into it, trickles still coming over Frankie's forehead and forming thin rivulets which arced down her face, over her eyelid, round her nostril and over her deep red smirking mouth a bright pink tongue occasionally darting out to taste the precious liquid. Looking down Ellen saw the last of the white lather mixing with her piss and flowing down Frankie's back, knowing her job was done she shifted her hips again, it was time to have some fun.
"lie down on your back" Ellen commanded. Frankie was quick to comply, swiftly lying down in the newly formed puddle whilst never letting her head come out of the warm stream.
Seeing this Ellen stood up again and one foot either side of her body walk down towards Frankie's legs. As she walked the stream splattered over her chin, down her neck onto her pert round C cups, the liquid running of these stunning hills flowing down through the gap between the twin peaks and washing out on Frankie's tight flat stomach which in turn got hit by the seemingly never ending stream. Happy that Frankie was suitably drenched in her piss she squatted again, this time over Frankie's erect clit. In a last final push Ellen tensed her whole body and the was rewarded with a waterfall of piss raining down on Frankie's clit, some splashing up and onto her own pussy with the impact the rest running between the fold of Frankie's pussy. This was to much for Frankie who had been in ecstasy since the first drop, a wave of pleasure spread from her soaking clit raced up her body and reaching her head came racing back down meeting another oncoming wave. The collision made every hair on Frankie's body stand on end, and closing her eyes she let out a bestial roar of delight. Hearing this Ellen turned to see Frankie, her hand racing down to work her desperate clit but before it even got there she saw her naked best friend, lying in a puddle of her piss utterly drenched in it from head to foot, eyes rolling back in ecstasy and she too closed her eyes and collapsed in a fit of pleasure.
After a few second of recovery and heavy breathing both girls clumsily started to stand up and walk out. Frankie bent over to pick up her products and seeing her perfect ass in her face, Ellen couldn't resist winding back her arms and smacking it with all her force leaving a large red handprint across the left cheek. "Owww, what was that for" Frankie said instantly standing up and staring her in the face. "For being a good little slut" and they both burst into a fit of giggles.
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Posted on 07.24.14
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A pissing story that I came across
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.
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.
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Posted on 06.21.14
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Its been a long time since we had a story so here we go..
It was almost noon and I was heading down to the soda machine in the basement to get a Diet Pepsi to go with the brown bag lunch my wife had packed for me. I work for a small not-for-profit in a mid-sized city and our office is staffed mainly with women, so I was enjoying the view of the many different shapes and sizes of my coworkers as I walked to the elevator.
It's been summer for a few weeks now, but the weather has only recently started to realize that, and we were enjoying our third straight day of temperatures in the 90s. An added benefit of the weather turning nice was the increase in exposed skin around the office, as the shorter skirts and sleeveless tops have come out along with the sun. Waiting for the elevator I was peering out the window looking at the bright sun beating down on a cloudless day, and thanking the inventor of central air conditioning!
My daydream was interrupted by the sound of the elevator arriving. As I was stepping in to the empty car, I glanced back down the hall to see Stephanie coming toward me in a near jog.
"Here!" I called to her, "I'll hold the elevator for you."
"It's okay, I'll take the stairs," she called back, "I'm only going down one floor."
"You can't," I reminded her, "they're painting the stairwell this week, remember?"
There was an odd look of panic on her face when she peered through the window in the stairwell door at the scaffolding and tarps, and then stepped into the small elevator car with me with a heavy sigh. I punched the "B" button, which was my destination, and then the "9″ button just as Stephanie was saying "nine please."
She was staring at the elevator door intently, biting her lower lip, almost trying to will it to close faster. (The elevators in this old building are notoriously slow.) Meanwhile, I was taking the opportunity to drink in her lovely form from head to toe.
I originally hired Stephanie about 5 years ago as a clerk in my department. During the interview process, I learned that she was very involved with her church, and was actually studying to be a deacon. While only 22 at the time, exactly half my age, she impressed me with her quiet, serious demeanor, and turned out to be an excellent worker.
Who am I kidding? I hired her because she was statuesque!
Stephanie is 5-foot, 10-inches tall, and in heels, is well over six foot. She played basketball and swam in high school, so she has a very athletic build, with broad shoulders, a modest chest, and long, well-defined legs. She has long, sandy-brown hair that she always wears pulled back tightly or in a bun. And the sparkle in her hazel eyes belies her stoic, pious demeanor.
Again, I was snapped out of another daydream, this time by Stephanie's words, which were directed at the elevator as the door slowly closed. Normally a very patient person, I was surprised at her exasperation, and noticed she was bouncing back and forth on her feet. The elevator began its slow decent, and Stephanie turned to me with a sheepish smile and a bit of a blush, obviously embarrassed at her impatience.
There was a loud noise as the elevator car stopped in a lurch, and then the lights went out. Stephanie and I both said "OH" at the same time, but she followed hers with "NO!" and mine was followed by "SHIT!" just as the emergency lighting in the elevator started to glow. She had an expression of fear on her face.
"Are you claustrophobic?" I asked, trying to put her at ease.
"Ummm, no, it's not that," she replied, trying to choose her words carefully, "it's just that I was in a bit of a hurry…ummm…to get someplace."
"Don't worry" I tried to console her, "Don will have us out of here in a jiffy," although the wishful tone in my voice may not have provided much comfort.
I looked across the small elevator car at Stephanie, who was still fidgeting, with her arms wrapped tightly across her chest. She was wearing a long sleeved lime green blouse, with only the top button undone, a pair of tan pants, and open-toe shoes with about a three inch heel.
I reached for the emergency phone and punched in Don's number. After a brief conversation, which consisted mainly of me saying "uh-huh, uh-hun" a lot, I hung up.
Stephanie said "What's going on?" with a pleading look in her eyes.
"Don said that the power is out all over the city, probably due to over consumption from all the air conditioning."
"OH DEAR GOD!" came Stephanie's reply, "How long until we're out of her?" she asked.
"He said he has a call into the elevator company, but they're swamped…probably an hour or two."
"BUT I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG!" Stephanie almost yelled.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Never mind," she said, and let her back slide down the wall until she was sitting on the elevator floor, her knees bent up and pressed tightly together.
Stephanie didn't have to explain what her hurry was. It was obvious that she was doing 'the pee-pee dance' which secretly excited me. She took out her little Daily Meditation book and started to leaf through it, so I took out my blackberry to check my emails, sneaking glances over at Stephanie as often as possible.
The elevator was only about 4-foot by 6-foot, and it started to get very warm in there, the small emergency fan no match for the blistering heat outside.
I watched as tiny beads of sweat built up on her forehead and temple, and then ran down the length of her long neck, disappearing under the collar of her blouse. As she was reading her book, she reached up to release two more buttons on her blouse, to try to keep cool. This allowed me to follow her sweat beads as they raced down over the tops of her breasts and in between the her cleavage, a view I'm sure he had no idea she was providing me as I stood on the other side of the elevator car.
"GOOD GOD NO!" she cried, as she dropped her book and instinctively pushed both hands into her crotch, burying her face between her knees.
"What's wrong Steph?" I asked as I stepped closer to her.
She looked up at me like a school-girl, her eyes red with her tears, and softly said "I've got to pee really bad."
"Don't worry, we'll get out of her soon," I offered, trying to sound convincing.
"But I've got to go NOW!" she said, opening her knees and moving her hands, showing me the small dark spot on the crotch of her pants where she obviously just had a small accident. "I was trying to get to the bathroom before I got on the elevator," she continued to explain, "but the ones on our floor were all occupied. I just wanted to get to the 9th floor!"
She pushed her head back between her knees and started to sob.
The uncharacteristic vulnerability she was showing, coupled with my secret pee fetish, started a familiar stirring in my own trousers, and I decided to be bold.
"I can help if you want me to," I offered.
"How?" she snapped back at me snidely, convinced that her only two options were to make a mess in her clothes, and/or make a mess on the elevator floor.
"Do you want my help or not?" I asked, knowing that her desperation was the reason for her sudden lack of decorum and respect.
"I'm sorry, I just don't see how you can help me John," she sheepishly replied. Her casual use of my name made my heart flutter.
"Can I trust you Stephanie?" I asked.
"Of course you can." she automatically replied.
"Then I'm going to tell you something that not even my wife knows." I continued.
She looked up at me with a confused yet interested look.
"I like to drink pee."
"WHAT?" was her instictive reply.
"I like to drink pee." I repeated, matter-of-factly. "A girlfriend in college turned me onto to what they call 'water sports', and if you pardon the pun, I developed quite a taste for it."
I couldn't believe that I was sharing my deepest darkest secret fetish with the most religious person in the building, and a member of my staff. From the look of astonishment on her face, I knew she couldn't believe what she was hearing either.
"Wouldn't that make you sick?" she asked, trying to wrap her brain around what I was saying.
"No, actually," I continued, "what most people don't know is that fresh urine is very sanitary, as long as the person does not have a disease."
"Why are you telling me all this?" she replied, still not putting two and two together.
I just looked deep into her eyes without responding. And then it dawned on her.
"ARE YOU OFFERING TO DRINK MY PEE?" she shrieked.
I just smiled.
"REALLY?" she asked, still stunned by the revelation of what I was proposing, "Oh John, I don't know…" she trailed off.
"I won't tell if you won't tell!" I quipped with a wink, trying to break the tension, which it did.
She giggled, then gasped, as the stain on her crotch grew slightly, the laugh letting out another involuntary burst in her pants.
"HOW?" is all she said, averting her eyes down to the floor, resigned to the fact that my offer was the only thing that was going to save her a lifetime sentence on the office rumor mill should she be found by our rescuers in a large puddle of piss.
My cock was hard as a rock knowing that she had just agreed to use me as her personal toilet. Thankfully she was so wrapped up in her shame that she didn't notice the large tent in the front of my trousers.
"I'll lie on my back and you just kneel over me." I replied, trying to make it sound as simple and non-sexual as possible. "You will have to remove your pants however to be sure you don't soil them any more than they already are."
"And you promise you won't tell a soul about this?" she asked, now completely bought into the plan.
"Of course not Steph," I replied, offering my hand to her to stand back up "you think I want everyone to know what I just told you?"
She stood up, letting out another tell-tale gasp, indicating she had to move quickly. Her modesty long gone, I watched as she unbuckled her pants and carefully stepped out of them, trying not to release any more pee in her clothing. She carefully folded them and bent over to lay them in the corner of the elevator.
I watched as the thin material of her simple white cotton panties pulled into the cleft of her well-toned ass when she bent over, the pale yellow stain on the crotch visible between her legs. She stood and placed her thumbs in the waste band of her panties, about to take them off, and then froze.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She started to turn about 7 different shades of red, as she was trying to figure out how to respond.
"Ummmm….I guess I have my own little college secret too," she said, in almost a whisper, as she slowly peeled her damp panties down her long, long legs.
As she stepped out of her panties, I couldn't help but stare at the wispy light brown hair that covered her mound, and then I noticed the small images on the insides of each of her thighs, right below her crotch. She brought her hands down to cover her pussy, in an attempt to salvage her last shred of dignity, as well as hold back the pending flood, but her hands couldn't cover the little tattoos, one of an angle, and one of a devil, that bordered the entrance to her womanhood.
Her eyes still glued to the floor, she continued, "My freshman year I got into a lot of trouble," she admitted in a steady, measured tone, "it was my first time away from home, and I allowed myself to succumb to the pleasures of the flesh."
My cock grew even harder, knowing that there was a closet slut bottle up under all that repression. As she was telling her story, like it was some bad dream, I removed my shirt and tie, and got into position on the floor.
"That's when I knew I had to devote myself to the Lord, who saved me from my wicked ways," her admission continued, the memories however not being totally unpleasant, as I now saw her nipples starting to poke through the thin material of her blouse. She stepped over me, and I was looking up at her like she was an Amazon warrior princess.
"These are a reminder of the depths to which I sank during that time," she explained, allowing her hands to drop to her sides, exposing her tattoos like she was entering evidence in a courtroom. What my eyes also noticed was how inflamed her labia were, as her pussy lips hung down lewdly between her legs, her engorged clit clearly visible.
She knelt down over me, a knee by each of my ears, her pussy about a foot from my mouth, lowering it slowly as she continued her story, almost in a trance. I could smell the delicious combination of Ivory soap and fresh piss coming from her crotch.
"One Friday night I went out with a couple guys from one of my classes. We were drinking and partying pretty hard at one of the downtown dance clubs. I don't remember many more details of that weekend, just waking up in their fraternity house on Sunday, in a king sized bed with them and two of their frat brothers, all of us naked, and these new tattoos on my thighs."
Her pussy now resting on my open mouth, her story seemed to distract her from her need for urgent release. I laid there patiently waiting for her to start her stream.
Then I felt it, ever so slightly, she started to rock her hips, rubbing her clit on the roughness of the 5 o'clock shadow starting on my upper lip. Her story, and our current situation, seemed to have transported her back in time, releasing her inner slut.
I looked up at her through her sparse pubic hair and noticed she had her eyes closed and was rubbing her breasts through her shirt, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I took this as an invitation and pushed my tongue in between her meaty labia and deep within her cunt.
"Ahhhhhhhhh" came the moan from above, as she increased the movements of her hips to get my probing tongue to hit just the right places. I brought my hands up to caress the firm globes of her naked ass as I reveled in the pungent taste of her sex. Looking up again, I saw that she had pulled off her shirt was removing her bra.
My hands followed her smooth skin from her glorious ass, up her sides, until I found her firm breasts. Another loud moan came from above as I took over pinching her rock hard nipples while my tongue started an assault on her clit. Shifting her weight a little, she reached behind her and started rubbing my cock through my pants, lost in the pleasures my hands and tongue were providing.
Her moans were getting louder and her breathing more rapid, as she leaned forward and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling my face deeply into her crotch as she started to shudder in orgasm. My mouth filled with the flavor of sweet girl cum as I struggled to breath through my nose with her full weight pushing her pussy onto my mouth.
And then the flood started.
My mouth immediately filled with the hot salty brine of her piss, and I started to swallow rapidly to try to keep up with the flow. Her piss started to leak from the corners of my mouth, down my face and neck, so I gently slapped her ass to bring her back to reality and try to keep her from drowning me. She looked down at me with a smile, and pinched off her flow just a bit to allow me to catch up with the volume.
"You ARE enjoying this, aren't you, you wicked man?" she said as her hazel eyes stared into my soul.
"More than you can imagine, Steph," was my beaming reply.
With that she knelt up off my face and started working herself further down my body, rubbing her dripping cunt over my bare chest, resting it directly over my throbbing member trapped in my navy blue suit pants.
Leaning down, she placed her face close to mine, but quickly pulled back when I went to kiss her. Stretching forward, she repeated this tease, letting each nipple fall almost to within the grasp of my lips, pulling them away before I could get a taste. Giggling down at me, she seemed to be really enjoying this dominant position.
Timing it just right, I watched intently as her left nipple came back into range, and proudly caught it between my front teeth just as she was pulling away. Simultaneously, she let out a yelp, along with a short blast of piss, which leaked through the material of my suit pants, dousing my cock.
"MMMmmmmmmm" I hummed over her nipple as the warmth of her hot piss soaked into my pants and around my balls.
"You want more, sinner?" she asked with a wicked smile, then released her bladder again, an obvious sign that her question was rhetorical. Sucking on her nipple I grabbed her ass and started humping up into her spraying pussy as she drenched me from the waist down in her hot piss.
We continued to grind together as I alternated my sucking between her breasts and squeezed her firm ass, until her piss stream subsided. After a few more minutes of grinding, I pulled her close and blew a huge load of cum into my piss soaked pants. She continued to rub her clit on my cock through my pants, milking every last drop of cum out of me, until she shudder again in her second orgasm.
She then stood up without a word, returned to her pile of clothes and starting getting dressed.
Standing up, I looked down at myself, looking as though I just lost a fight with a fire hose…which I did. Putting my shirt back on, I felt the elevator car lurch again, the main lighting flashed back on, and we restarted our descent.
As the car slowed to a stop at the 9th floor, Stephanie leaned in close, gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered "Thank you, your secret is safe with me," as she shoved something into my pants pocket.
The elevator door slowly slid open, and we were greeted by the elevator technicians and half the staff of our office, who all started to laugh, staring at my piss soaked crotch.
"Looks like someone couldn't make it to the bathroom!" Stephanie said with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes, as she stepped off the elevator looking as conservatively clean and pressed as she did when she stepped on.
Standing there dumbfounded, I reached into my pocket and felt a ball of damp material and broke into a huge smile as I exited the elevator after her.
My reward for assistance above and beyond the call of duty were those plain white piss soaked panties of hers.
My day just kept getting wetter….I mean better!
Filed under: Piss Stories
Posted on 04.06.14
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Tags: pee story, pissing story
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.
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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.
I obliged.
"Miss White, I presume?" she took her seat behind the giant desk at the far end of the room. The office was decorated richly. The curtains that were draped on the window fell to the floor, the fabric pooling on the dark red carpet.
Bookshelves lined the entire room, and each shelf was crammed full with books. I'd never seen this many outside of a library before.
"Gabriella White, yes. I'm new."
Of course I was new, what a stupid thing to say to this woman. She gave me a look and pulled a few papers from her desk. She pushed them towards me and placed a pen on top. I glanced at the papers. Simple forms that had to do with dorm rooms, food and classes.
"Please fill these out here, right now. Once you're done we will take you to the seamstress. Your school uniform must be worn at all times while on campus. Although, you won't be going anywhere else during your stay here, so don't get your hopes up."
I quickly filled out the forms, passed them back to the woman, and leaned back in the chair. She scanned over the papers and stood up.
"Excellent. Follow me Miss White."
The seamstress's office looked like a bomb had gone off in a fabric store. There were bits of fabric, buttons, zippers and white blouse material lying everywhere. I carefully walked about, not wanting to step on anything. The woman herself was a thin lady, about 35. She couldn't have been doing this job for very long. She eyed me up and down.
"Such a skinny little thing, and we don't have anything left in your size. You'll have to make due with something else while I sew you something more suitable." She quickly took my measurements, jotted them down, and then disappeared amongst the racks of clothes and fabrics to find a temporary outfit.
She came back with a plaid skirt, white blouse, a navy scarf and a black blazer.
"Your shoes will do for now, I will have to order you in a pair. What size do you take, dear?"
"37." I replied.
She jotted that down quickly as well. I glanced at the uniform lying on the table and took in its dimensions. There was no way that was going to fit me! The skirt itself looked like it was going to fall an inch below my butt! There was no way this was going to pass the school policy. But she soon shooed me out the door, muttering to herself about god knows what.
"Your dorm is located on the seventh floor of this building. Go upstairs, get changed and make your way to the dining hall for lunch. Your classes will be on this sheet" she passed me a piece of paper and quickly added "Do not be late."
With that she left me. Was this how all new students were treated?
Once in my dorm I stripped out of my day clothes and into my uniform. I was accurate with my observations; the skirt was much too short. It fell just two inches below my ass, and if I bent over I was sure to give anyone an excellent view of my backside. The blouse buttoned just enough to put too much pressure on the buttons. Staring in the mirror I held the scarf. Where in the world was I supposed to put this? I tried to imagine where it could go, and decided on my ponytail. I tied it in a neat little bow. With my blazer buttoned up I looked like a real school girl.
The lunch hall was incredibly hard to find, but after many wrong turns I managed to stumble across it. There were long tables stretched out the length of the room. There was a kitchen along the left side where the food was served. Grabbing a lunch tray I got into line.
"You're new here, aren't you?" came a voice behind me. She sounded nice enough. There was nothing in her voice that I could detect that was alarming.
I turned towards the girl. She wore the same outfit as me, only her blazer was white and her skirt was longer. Lucky. I couldn't help but feeling like the worst dress one there, even though we basically all wore the same thing.
"Yes, I'm new." I answered in my friendliest tone. Might as well try to make friends the first day. She smiled and held out her hand.
"I'm Chelsea. Pleased to meet you."
I shook her hand.
"I know it can be slightly daunting to be a brand new student in a school like this, so I am extending an invitation to sit at my – our table." I was confused.
"Our table?" I asked, pointing to myself like an idiot.
"My friends, over there."
She pointed to a group of girls at the farthest end of the room. Wow, lucky break. Not having to sit alone first day. This would make the rest of the year much easier.
"Um- sure, I don't see why not." I smiled.
I was served my food and making my way to the table when a loud buzzer played overhead. Chelsea's shoulders sagged as she turned to me. I gave her a confused look.
"What was that about?" I asked as she started to walk towards the doors. I set my tray down on a table nearby and grabbed the apple. I could munch on it on the way to class.
"Lunch is over, class time. You can meet the girls at dinner though. What's your first class?"
I glanced at my schedule. University calculus, excellent.
"Calculus with Mrs. Peters." Chelsea looked excited once I said it.
"Wicked, same here! This is going to be much easier."
I had no clue what she was talking about. I had never had anyone be this interested in being my friend on the first day. Maybe these students were here for a reason..
I was shocked when I entered the class room. Normally, I'd expect a teacher that's old and dumpy. This teacher had to be maybe ten years my senior. And she was wearing the exact same uniform as us! What the hell? I couldn't mutter two words out of my mouth before Chelsea dragged me to a desk near the back. I looked at and whispered "Why is she wearing a school uniform? Is she not the teacher?"
Chelsea didn't say anything and pointed to the front of the class. I turned. The entire class was already seated, staring straight ahead. I quickly followed suit.
"Good afternoon everyone. Thank you for being prompt. A few quick notes before we begin today; we have a new student with us. Her name is Gabriella White. Please welcome her as one of our own."
A few students turned to smile but most stayed in their seats. It was horribly awkward being put in the spot light, but I'd gone through it so many times already I was used to it. As soon as the lesson began I drifted off. Calculus was my worst subject, and for a good reason too. I could never pay attention to anything. I managed to scrape by every year, but only by a small margin.
I was staring at the blackboard aimlessly when a faint noise caught my ears. It sounded like a TV that has been turned on to an empty station. It was so faint I had to strain to pick up on it. Scanning the room with my eyes I tried to pinpoint its location. I stopped when I reached the front of the classroom. I had to double take to realize what I was seeing. It couldn't possibly be. Looking around the room, I tried to find someone who wore the same expression I was. But to no avail, there wasn't a single person who was finding this as bizarre as I was.
She was peeing.
Right through her panties and onto the carpet below. I couldn't believe my eyes! How could she not notice? How could she not be embarrassed? Then again, how did anyone else not notice? I stared incredulously as she turned around to answer a few questions the students had. She was still peeing, absolutely soaking the carpet below. I simply could not understand what was going on.
After a few seconds she stopped peeing without missing a heartbeat in her lecture. I looked back at the carpet which had apparently absorbed the puddle completely because it was perfectly dry. This was so strange. I glanced at Chelsea, who was staring straight ahead, taking her notes diligently.
This must be an everyday occurrence. That was the only logical option. After a few minutes I calmed myself down and tried to pay attention to the lecture.
I began to hear the hiss again. I stared at Mrs. Peters but it wasn't her. Now a student was peeing? I looked around and my eyes landed at a girl sitting a few desks away hear the front of the class. From her chair pee was dripping. As soon as it touched the floor, the carpet began absorbing it up again.
Did people here just pee where they stood, no matter what? How was this allowed? Chelsea again gave me no indication whatsoever. This was just too weird. Soon after the bell rang. The girl who had peed herself stood up. I could see plain as day a wet spot on the back of her skirt. A few of her friends came up and began talking with her. None of them pointed out her skirt.
Now was my chance to talk to Chelsea.
"What in the world was that? Did you see Mrs. Peters? She peed herself!" I whisper yelled this, barely able to contain myself. Chelsea nodded, completely at ease.
"This is going to sound really strange, but the headmaster doesn't allow anyone to use the restrooms to pee. Only for number two. If you have to pee, you must do it wear you are at that very moment. No exceptions. That is why the entire school is lined with this carpet."
I looked at her, absolutely blown away.
"Those are the rules. You don't want to break them, trust me."
What kind of rules were those ones? How did the headmaster get away with this sort of behaviour?
"But, where does it go?" I asked. She gave me a look.
"To the sewers, then the carpets are sanitized automatically from below. I don't know how to explain it."
She sounded slightly annoyed by the end. She snatched my schedule away and compared it with her own.
"You witnessing it is a much better way to break it to new kids than by telling them. And you have English Lit with me next, so let's go."
Once in the English class I saw we had a male teacher. He resembled Mrs. Peters in her youthfulness. The class seated themselves before he began the lesson.
"We're going to start off where we ended yesterday, with scene five act 8 of the play."
Oh my goodness.
I was going to pass out in this class if I had to watch a play. Unless of course someone peed themselves. As the play dragged on, nothing interesting happened. I sat with my head in my hand, my elbow beginning to ache from resting it on the hard surface of my desk. I shifted in my seat and felt a tell-tale sign in my lower abdomen.
Oh no, I needed to go, and there was no way I was peeing in my seat. I raised my hand slowly. Noticing my sudden question, the young teacher held up a hand to pause the play, pointing at me.
"Yes, Miss White?" he asked.
I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortable at everyone staring at me, especially Chelsea.
"I need to – um – go to the bathroom. For.. you know.." I said it quietly, not knowing the reaction I was going to receive. He nodded at me understandingly.
"Of course, go right ahead."
With that I dashed out of the room, looking for the closest bathroom. Finally finding one at the end of the hall, I rushed in, only to be grabbed from behind and slammed against the wall.
It was Chelsea. She held my shoulders firmly against the wall in the corridor.
"Chelsea, what are you doing?" I asked, trying to push her off me, but she only pressed me harder against the wall. I glanced around, trying to see if there were any cameras. I spotted one in the corner of the hallway to my right. It was pointed directly at us. I tried to mouth the words help to it but Chelsea forced my head to look at her.
"What are you trying to do? I'm not harming you. I just know what you're about to do, and I am please warning you to not do it. The rules are strictly enforced here; it's not worth the risk!" Chelsea pleaded with me. She let her grip relax a little, but she was still holding me firmly in place. I shook my head.
"I can't pee myself, Chelsea, it's too strange. I'm not used to this kind of thing!"
Chelsea let me go suddenly. She gave me one last pleading look.
"Please, Gabriella. I know you're new here but the headmistress will not exert any kind of relief."
I felt my bladder about to burst at that point and dashed into the girls' washroom. I locked myself into a stall and relieved myself. Oh that felt so much better. Chelsea was probably just playing a trick on me. What a weird rule. It was probably an initiation sort of thing.
I left the bathroom and entered an empty hallway. There was no one coming to punish me, no one would know. I made my way back to class, sat down and played it cool. This was bizarre, having to act non-guilty when I only went to the bathroom.
Sooner than later, it felt, class ended. I left the room only to be pulled aside by Chelsea again. Though she didn't slam me against the wall this time. She seemed worried.
"Alright, I thought about it, and the least I can do is prepare you for this. You're going to get punished in some way, but you mustn't disobey the headmistress. Just do as she says and it will go much smoother for you.
I nodded. Yeah right, I'd just call the cops if she did something crazy. English Lit was the last class of the day. Since I'd arrived late in the school day I'd only attended half of my total classes. I made my way back to my dorm. As I stepped in my room I nearly jumped a foot in the air.
Sitting on my bed was the same lady I met before. She must be the headmistress. I closed my door behind me. What was she doing in my room, sitting on my bed! This school just got stranger and stranger.
"Hello Gabriella. How was your first day at St. Luke's? Did it exceed your expectations?"
She asked as if she was truly interested, but I detected a hint of wickedness in her voice. I stood at her and simply nodded. She pulled her lips in a smile that resembled a slight smirk.
"I do admit, I hadn't recited the policies of our institute to you upon your arrival. How horribly unfair of me, Miss White. I apologize."
I breathed an internal sigh of relief. Thank god, she understood my situation. Chelsea had been lying to me. I let my stance relax a little bit. The headmistress stared at me, examining me from head to toe. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head.
"Your uniform is much too big for you, Gabriella. Don't you agree with me?"
I stared at her in disbelief. What? My skirt was already way too short. And the blouse was verging on way too tight. I shook my head.
"No, ma'am it's much too sma-"
"I'll let the seamstress know that she needs to alter the uniform she is making for you. In fact, I think I have something for you right now."
She then reached down on the floor, opened up her handbag and pulled out a different uniform. I couldn't believe I was being asked to wear that! She held a skirt that was probably two and a half inches shorter than mine already. My ass was sure to be showing now!
The blouse looked the same, but I suspected it wasn't going to do up properly. I gave her my best pleading look, she shook her head at me.
"This will do just fine for you, Miss White. If you could remove your blazer and give it to me, please. You won't be needing that."
I slowly unbuttoned it and passed it over to her. Might as well cooperate at least. She smiled and stood up from the bed promptly. As she passed by me she turned and stared me directly in the eyes.
"Tomorrow you are to do exactly as your teachers tell you to. One toe out of line and you will regret the moment you walked onto this campus."
I think I already did.
She stood up and composed herself. Giving me one last chilly smirk, she left the room. I stood on the spot for a good five minutes before taking a seat on the bed. I grabbed the skirt and held it up in front of me. This was going to be pure humiliation for me tomorrow! Everyone would be staring at me.
I lied down on my bed, closing my eyes for a brief moment. Before I knew it, my alarm was shrieking in my ear beside me.
7:15 flashed at me from my bedside table. I had fifteen minutes to do my hair, makeup and put on that ridiculous uniform.
Once my hygiene routine was completed, I removed my slept in uniform and pulled on the new miniskirt. My ass was visible beneath it, if you stared hard. Any slight bend at the waist and I was going to moon someone. I tried to button up the blouse all the way, but the last three buttons at the top were not going to reach each other. My tits were literally popping out of this shirt. I was never going to live this moment down. I looked like a street walker.
Grabbing my bag I headed out the door, down and the stairs and into the bustling hall way. No one stopped to stare at me, but everyone I passed took glances my way. They knew it, I knew it, I looked like a whore. And this was my second day of classes. I found my first class of the day, Bio Chem, near the rear of the building. I got two steps inside the room, and was grabbed by the arm. It was the prof, and he pulled me towards the front of the class. I stared at him pleadingly. I did not want to be humiliated a second time.
"Students if you would please pay attention, quickly now."
Slowly a silence took over the room as every head was turned to look at me. I gulped, feeling like a bug under a microscope.
"Gabriella has chosen to forgo the rules of this fine institute. And I know we are all well aware of what happens to such people when they have such disregard for the rules."
Everyone nodded at this. The prof spun me around, steering me towards his desk. He pointed beneath it.
"Get underneath the desk, Gabriella." I stared at my teacher in disbelief! This was harassment! I stood perfectly still, and he took a menacing step forward.
"I said get on your knees, under the desk!"
I stared around the room, no one was coming to my aid, but they were all looking at me. I slowly knelt down and got underneath the desk. He then walked forward, sat in his chair pulling himself as close to the desk without hitting me, and began the lesson. Was this the punishment?
My legs were soon becoming numb from sitting on them for so long.
A hand crept underneath the desk and went towards the fly of the pants. I stared as it was unzipped and from in the pants came the most enormous dick I'd even seen. It pointed at me and began to trickle a little.
The teacher was going to pee, with me under the desk! Didn't he remember I was here? I moved as far as I could to the side when the stream slowly picked up speed. It hit my leg, soaking my shoes. I squirmed, I was getting peed on! The stream crept up my leg and stopped before it got to my skirt. My legs were soaked with pee by the time the stream stopped. He then pushed back from the desk and reached under to pull me out. He stationed me directly in front of the class, who all stared at my wet legs. I was so ashamed by this point.
"Whoever requires her, just grab her. You can do whatever you like, within the rules."
I stared at the class and watched as a girl near the back raised her hand. The teacher pushed me in her direction. I stood in front of her desk.
"Get on your knees, under my desk. And hurry up I've had to go since this morning."
I mentally prepared myself and got down beneath the desk. I tried to sit as far away as I could. The girl spread her legs and gave me a view of her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties! I looked away instantly. Soon enough a slow stream started and fell in between my legs. She reached down to grab her pussy, aiming the stream higher and higher. Soon it began to wet the front of my tiny skirt. The material in front was no sooner soaked when she aimed higher, aiming for my belly button.
I tried to move backwards when someone shoved me forwards. I turned to look, and the student in front of this girl had reached down to shove me back. As they did the stream fell on my breasts, soaking the material and giving everyone a good show of my black bra. Soon enough the flow stopped. Someone called out my name.
"Gabriella, Thomas needs you." Called the teacher.
I got up and walked along the back of the class. I reached his desk. Looking me up and down the boy pointed to underneath his desk. I knelt down.
"Lay underneath my desk, on your back. Your head right centre, please."
I couldn't believe my ears. As I turned over on my back I closed my eyes. I soon felt a warm stream hit me on the chest, soaking my blouse, the liquid trickling to my neck and falling down the sides. The stream worked its way up my neck, and then slowly around the contours of my face. It hit my hairline only, soaking my hair with his pee.
A weird shock went through my body. It flowed directly to my pussy, which I could feel was getting a little wet. What in the world?! Was this turning me on in some weird way? No sooner had I thought that when the flow stopped when the bell rang suddenly. I was so ashamed, covered with someone else's pee! My uniform was soaked in the front, the back was still dry. Everyone was sure to notice in the hallways.
I waited for the class to empty before I made my way out. I was grabbed by the arm again, and I nearly let out a sob.
"You can wait an extra five minutes." The prof said, pulling me back towards the desk again.
This time though, he didn't make me sit underneath it. He sat down, lacing his fingers together. I watched as he leaned back, almost satisfied with himself. I wanted to punch him.
"I realize that this ordeal has been a little strange for you. But, what can I say."
He smirked at me. I didn't return the gesture.
"A dry uniform will be in your dorm by now. Let this serve as a warning to the next time you think you want to break the rules, Miss White."
He waved his hand at me, dismissing me. I ran out of the class and dashed in the direction of the dorms. This sucked. This just fucking sucked. Two days here and I'd witnessed three people pee themselves, and got peed on by three strangers. I'd never experienced something so foreign. But with that last warning, at least I would never need to go through that ordeal again.
The next morning greeted me with a hot shower and a new uniform hanging on my door. Putting it back on I checked out my reflection in the mirror. My ass still showed beneath the pleated skirt. The top three buttons of the blouse still would not do up. I once again resembled a street walker.
One more quick glance at my schedule and I was out my door.
I took my time walking down the hall, checking the place out a bit more. It was truly something out of a novel. The whole feel was like an old, ancient library with the dark wood work. It must have been an old school, which perhaps explained its strange customs. As I continued down the hall I noticed a girl in front of me, standing at a locker.
I need one of those .
As I approached the girl appeared to be standing with her back arched and her ass out as far as it would go; the skirt lifting up in the process. I took a closer look, and of course, she was peeing herself. But why was she standing in this position? I looked towards where she was standing and saw a group of 3 guys staring openly, watching her piss her panties. One was gripping his cock lightly in his pants. No one seemed to care.
A sharp jolt went straight to my pussy. For some reason, this act of pissing for an audience turned me on. I continued to walk, finding myself hoping I could meet that girl again. Talking to her just after she'd peed herself seemed kind of strange. Hell, wanting to talk to her at all seemed strange.
As the day drew on and I paid closer attention, I noticed that there were a few girls who were doing the exact same thing that girl had done this morning. Whether it was in the cafeteria, peeing in line or peeing at their table with their legs spread. A few of them had even had their skirts shortened to my length, their blouses undone at the top. They all seemed to really enjoy it, and so did their audiences.
I knew then that I wanted to be one of these girls. As dirty and wrong as it was, it turned me on.
The following day was a Saturday. I decided to wander the halls and check out the library, hoping to spot one of them. After a few hours in the library to no success, I decided to head outside to the grounds. Right there, in the center of the grass was a group of girls sitting. I recognized quite a few of them. The girl from the first morning was facing directly at me.
Well, it was now or never. The worst that could happen is that they reject me. As I walked towards the group, their conversation grew quieter and soon they were all silenced as I stood just a few feet away.
"Can we help you?" morning girl spoke first. I was inwardly panicking. I hadn't gone over this part. What was I going to say?! I stood there for a moment like a complete moron. Morning girl raised her eye brows at me; a few of them took sideways glances at each other. They probably didn't get this very often.
"I saw you guys peeing in the hallways." I blurted it out before I could even control it, the words falling out of my mouth like vomit. They glanced at each other, a few of them smirked, a couple even snorted in laughter. Morning girl smiled around the group, and then stared back up at me, although her smile was something more sarcastic than genuine.
"You're an idiot." She laughed and turned back to her friend. Their conversation continued. Oh no, I was losing them. If I walked away I'd probably lose my chance completely, so I decided to continue like a stubborn child.
"I want to be like you guys. I … I like it too." I finished the last part quietly. A few of them laughed again, but morning girl stared straight at me. A few moments of silence passed before she spoke.
"Nothing's stopping you." She said. I stared at her, not comprehending this. She must have noticed my facial expression, because she rolled her eyes while sighing an exasperated sigh. I had never felt more like an idiot in my life.
"You can do it whenever you want; it's when the guys start noticing you. You can be in after that."
With that she basically shooed me away. I turned around, slightly shocked. What was I doing? I had just approached what appeared to be the popular group of girls and asked to be a part of their group because I liked peeing my panties in front of people.
I had truly gone insane.
The next few periods I sat in class, pondering how I was going to make my move. If I wanted to get anyone's attention I would need to be daring. Thankfully the class was working on a worksheet. It gave me an excuse to approach the professor at the front of the class. I sat in my desk for a few seconds. I was on the edge of my seat, thinking about every move I was going to have to make. My assignment paper was in my hand, and I could hear the ripple of the paper. My hand was shaking uncontrollably. Why was this so difficult?
As soon as I stood up out of my desk, the end of day bell sounded. So much for this spectacle. I slumped, slightly defeated. I didn't want to have to wait for the perfect moment; I wanted to be a part of that group right now. Swinging my backpack over my shoulder I exited the class, following behind a group of girls laughing with each other.
I decided to take the long way back to my dorm. Perhaps along my walk I would find an opportunity to go.
My walk proved futile. There was no activity on campus; everyone had things to do apparently. Utterly defeated at this point I made my way up to my dorm room. As I walked down the empty hallway my ears picked up a very faint sound. I stopped dead in my tracks and listened hard. It sounded almost like moaning. Curious, I followed the sound, being extra careful to tread lightly. It led me further down the hall. Soon enough I came to a door that was ajar ever so slightly. The moaning was coming straight from there.
And then it hit me, the all too familiar wave of smell wafted through the door into the hall. And then I heard it, someone was peeing in there. And by the sounds of it there was more than one. I stood in the hall, caught in a social dilemma. It would be wrong to open the door and peek inside. But what if it was one of the girls? They wanted an audience, didn't they?
I swallowed hard and decided this wasn't a life or death decision. Placing just my fingertips on the door I pushed it open ever so slightly. From what I could see so far, it looked like there was a girl kneeling on the ground. She was wearing a school uniform, but it looked kind of shiny, almost like it was wet. As I looked around the room I saw three guys, each had their dick out of the fly of their pants, and they were all peeing on this girl.
I nearly fell over realizing this. Three guys, peeing on one girl! My breath caught in my throat as I stared, not daring to blink. One of the guys had his piss stream aimed for the girl's hair, drenching it completely. The second was pissing on her clothes, soaking her blouse and her skirt. The third was pissing on her face and in her mouth. I watched as the three guys covered her entirely, and I felt my pussy becoming ridiculously wet.
Soon enough though, the show was over. I watched as the guys pulled their pants up, which also bore dark stains from their pee. Wow, this was almost too much. What where the odds of walking by this spectacle at this exact moment? I felt as if I had stuck gold for a few moments.
As I stood there watching still, I failed to realize the guys heading towards the door. Jumping I began a quick walk/sprint down the hall, rounding the corner just as the guys exited the room.
Once back in my room I collapsed back on my bed and played the entire episode back in my head. Just the thought of it was enough to get me over the edge. Being peed on by three guys at once, what an experience that would be. Why did I have to run away? What if they wanted to punish me for watching, or let me join in?
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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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