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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Emma's Wet Afternoon byxxevieexx©

As I got out of the car, I sprinted to the house. When I reached the front step and extended my hand to turn the knob, I almost ran right into the door. It was locked. I knocked. I pounded. I stood, legs crossed and half doubled over in pain. If I didn't get to a bathroom soon, I was going to pee my pants.

I rummaged around inside my purse trying to find my house key. I felt tears forming as the panic set in. I couldn't find it. I turned it upside down and dumped everything out right there on the front step. It wasn't anywhere to be found.

I bit my lip as I looked around. No cars were in the neighbors driveways. I looked up and down the street, no cars. No one walking their dog. No kids riding their bicycles. I looked over to the corner of our yard where the big Oak tree was. I couldn't believe what I was contemplating.

As my bladder overflowed, I felt a small trickle down my leg and knew I didn't really have a choice. It was either go behind the tree or pee my pants. A little wet spot was one thing, but soaking wet was quite another.

"Ok, here goes," I thought to myself. I bent over to collect my things and put them back into my backpack. The pressure of bending over caused a little more pee to escape. I clamped my thighs together and began hobbling across the yard. Once I reached the Oak tree, I moved behind it and checked all directions. The coast was clear.

I lifted up my uniform and pulled my panties to the side. I squatted down and with watchful eyes, emptied my exploding bladder on to the grass. I could hear the loud hissing sound as I pissed all over the ground.

A large puddle was forming, and I could feel some splashing up onto my ankles. The relief was so great that I felt lightheaded. I couldn't believe how bad I had to go and wondered when it was going to stop. I actually started to smile a bit when I realized how long I had been squatting there.

Once the powerful stream subsided and turned to a trickle, I began to shake my bottom back and forth trying to shake off any last drops. I pulled my panties back over and stood up, smoothing out my skirt. I noticed how wet they were from the first two accidents and adding to it, the wetness left from my pissing behind the tree.

I walked across the yard as I thought about what I had just done. At first I felt disgusted by what I had done, but what choice did I have? Pee my pants? As I thought about that, I realized how much I enjoyed the feeling of having wet panties.

"What is wrong with me?" I thought. I could feel my face get warm and my heart began to pound a little.

"What the hell? Why am I getting turned on now?" I asked myself. Suddenly, I remembered that my roommate had said she was working late tonight, which explains why the door was locked.

"Shit. How am I going to get in now?" I wondered. I looked around and decided to try my neighbor, John, across the street. We had given him a key a few months ago in case of emergency.

I quickly walked across the street and knocked on his door. A moment later, he opened the door, smiling. I asked him if he still had our key because I was locked out. He said yes and invited me in while he looked for it. He went into the kitchen and I could hear him rummaging around in one of the drawers.

"Would you like something to drink Emma? Your face is all red, you look like you've been outside for hours."

"Water would be good, thanks!" I answered, wondering why I was still blushing.

When John came in and handed me the glass of water, I noticed he had a big bulge in the front of his pants. He must have seen me looking because he just stood there watching me while I hid behind my glass of water. I didn't want him to stare at me, so I continued to drink the water so I could hide behind the glass.

"You WERE thirsty! Would you like another?" he asked. I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor. I played with my sock so I didn't have to make eye contact with him and told him yes, I would like more to drink.

I was so relieved when he walked out of the room, but that didn't last long. He returned in what seemed like only seconds with another glass of water. He stood directly in front of me as I sat on the couch and drank my water. I could see through the glass that the bulge I thought I had seen was not only there, but was now very prominent.

"Like what you see?" he asked. I almost choked and water came spewing out of my mouth. "Hmmm, that's the second time in five minutes I've seen you squirt water out of your body like that." My heart pounded in my chest and my head spun. "Oh my God. Did he just say what I think he said? Oh my GOD. Did he see me?" My mind raced with these thoughts and I began to panic. I looked up at him and he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." I felt a wave of relief wash over me. It was short lived, however, because John dropped his hand down to the bulge in his pants. My heart started pounding again.

"I won't tell anyone, IF you do something for me," he grinned, rubbing his cock through his shorts. I figured he was hinting at a blow job. I was not normally one to shy away from an opportunity like this, but it just seemed strange. He was my neighbor!

Instead, he said "I want to watch you piss, Emma."

"WHAT?" I croaked out.

"That's right. I want to watch you squat down and piss for me. And as you piss noisily, I am going to stroke my big fat cock." While contemplating the situation, my mind wandered to my pee soaked panties and I noticed a new dampness that wasn't there before. I realized that the thought of pissing in front of someone was making my pussy wet.

"OK. I'll do it," I said. He held out his hand and I took it. Instead of leading me into the bathroom, he brought me into his kitchen. He patted the counter and said "Up". I jumped up and sat on the counter.

"No, no, no. I want you to squat for me. Up on your feet, my little pee girl," he instructed. I did what I was told and he brought over a martini glass, placing it directly under my pussy.

He stood back and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was purple and dripping wet. I could see how turned on this was making him, so I decided to enjoy it. I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down just a bit. I felt my face burn as he saw the wet panties.

He let out a soft groan and began fucking his cock into his hand. I opened up my cunt lips and bit my lip. I began to push and within a few seconds, I was pissing for him. I was squatting on my neighbors counter pissing into a martini glass and he was masturbating his monster cock to the sight of it.

"How did I get here?" I asked myself. Then, I realized that I didn't care. I actually liked pissing for him. In fact, I LOVED it. I loved that he was watching me urinate. I love that he called me his little pee girl, and I wanted to do it more.

When I noticed that the martini glass was overflowing on to the counter, I stopped short and decided to take the lead with this new game. I hopped off the counter and squatted right there on his kitchen floor. A yellow puddle began to form on the floor. Again, I stopped. His eyes were as big as saucers now as he realized what my plan was.

I walked into the living room and he followed – cock in hand. I squatted down right in the middle of his living room and pissed on his carpet. When I was satisfied, I stood up and walked down the hall. As I walked, I pissed. I left a tinkle trail down his hall and went into the dining room. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat. I leaned back and spread my legs and pussy open. I pushed hard, and this time, a golden arch sprayed out of my pussy. I looked over at him and he was jacking his cock frantically. I could see giant drops of precum flying from his cock. I stood up, looked at my dining room pee stain and realized I was almost empty.

"Any preferences?" I asked him.

He lay down under me and said "Yeah, right here," and pointed to his cock. I stood over him and spread my pussy open.

"Ready John? Ready for your little pee girl to piss right onto your cock?" I asked him. He didn't reply, just stared at my pussy and pumped his cock. "One, two.....THREE!" I began pissing all over my neighbors cock. The moment he felt my hot liquid hit his cock, he shot off. Some landed on my leg, some actually reached my pussy and the rest just went up into the air and landed in various spots.

"Now it's my turn," he said. I found that the thought of getting pissed on was also tremendously exciting and wanted more than anything to be on the receiving end.

I got on my knees and knelt before him, arching my back. Within just a few seconds I felt his HOT piss splashing all over my tits. He aimed it at my pussy, my stomach, my tits, my legs, and my hair. By the time he was done, I was absolutely soaked.

My clit was pounding and I needed some relief. I brought my hand to my pussy and began rubbing myself.

"Up here" John said and pointed to the dining room table. I got on the table and he instructed me to get on my hands and knees and turn around. I did as I was told and without warning, he began ramming his fingers into my sopping wet pussy hole. I looked down and saw that little droplets of his piss were dripping off my body onto the table. I felt my pussy stretch open as he added two more fingers to his assault.

"You like that, you little piss slut?" he asked. I couldn't even talk. My head was spinning. I was covered in piss and begging for my cunt to be pounded. I nearly passed out when I came and collapsed when I was finished. When he finally pulled his hand out of my pussy, I felt empty. But, I loved it. I loved the whole experience.

I gathered my things, thanked John for giving me the key and headed back home. I went into the bedroom to start getting cleaned up, but as I walked past the mirror, the reflection caught my attention. My hair was wet and stringy, my eye makeup was smeared and my lipstick had been all but rubbed off. I looked beautiful. I continued to the bathroom and turned the shower on, smiling to myself, as I began replaying the afternoon's events in my mind.

It's funny how some days do not end up anything like you had expected them to.
byxxevieexx© 6 comments/ 103125 views/ 24 favorites

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Train Strain I want a piss but I‘m on a train!

In August 1998, I was travelling home from a concert in London which was about a 3 hour journey to where I was living at the time. I was wearing black nylon shorts, a red top and sandals, I had a thin jacket with me too.

I had hung around the concert a little longer than I should‘ve done and really had to hurry to get the train, I knew I needed to go to the toilet but I knew there was one at the station so I didn‘t worry - even when my bladder started sending the "getting urgent" signals. I got to the station just as the train was about to leave so there was no time to use the station‘s toilet, but again I wasn‘t worried, as more often than not there are toilets on the trains.
It was rush hour and the train was very crowded indeed and I couldn‘t get a seat, I had to stand, squashed.

About 10-15 minutes into the journey I began to feel quite desperate and needed to hold myself, this was easy to do unseen because I was squashed due to the rush hour crowd, I was also getting quite concerned, I knew I really needed to go very badly but didn‘t know which way to attempt to fight my way through the crowd, so for the next 20 minutes I stood with my legs crossed and my hand jammed between my legs feeling my bladder rapidly filling up. I was getting more and more worried, when the train stopped at the next station the majority of the people got off, but there were still no seats available though, like my bladder, it was still pretty full. On one hand I was very glad because now I could get past people to get to the toilet, but it also meant I could no longer stand cross legged holding myself without it been plainly obvious to people I was bursting for a pee.

I was close to tears as a strong wave of desperation hit me unexpectedly, causing me to instinctively return my hand between my legs and I heard myself whisper a groan, "ohhh"
I knew people were looking, but I couldn‘t help that, the man standing next to me was pretty good looking, dark hair, mid 40s he looked sympathetically at me and whispered, "It‘s ok honey, I need to go pretty badly too. I know, let‘s find the toilet together, come on."  I gratefully followed him and we followed which way the sign indicated where the toilets were. I was really, really bursting now and I knew I couldn‘t hold on much longer, I had to keep stopping because the waves of desperation were hitting me more and more frequently and much stronger than I thought was possible. It was difficult to push past people while at the same time trying to keep control of my bladder. I was very desperate and anyone who saw me must‘ve known, I couldn‘t try to hide it any longer. When we found the toilet we found a sign on it that read: ‘out of order due to vandalism‘ . . . with that I started to cry because I knew I‘d never be able to hang on until the train was due to stop again. My new companion, (who‘s name was Peter) tried the door and found it was locked, I noticed he gave his cock a squeeze and the look on his face told me I wasn‘t alone in this predicament. He whispered, "It‘s OK, we are the same, I‘m bursting too!"
"Yes," I replied, "but I can‘t hold on any longer, I‘m almost wetting myself." I was sobbing, I felt daft. Then another wave hit me causing me to almost completely bend over at the waist and I grabbed my crotch frantically with both hands, "Oohh please do something! Please! I‘m nearly doing it!! Ooohhh PLEASE do something!!" I sobbed.

I didn‘t care about the strange looks we were getting. "Lets walk further down," he suggested, "maybe we can find a seat, if you sit down it will be better for you." 
Just then the ticket inspector came by and Peter asked him, "Is there another toilet on board? It‘s a bit of an emergency for both of us." He looked at me standing cross legged with both hands firmly holding my crotch and the desperate pained expression on my face. "Errr, no I‘m sorry, there isn‘t, I‘m very sorry." he muttered, unable to take his eyes of me as I squirmed and hopped about. I‘d had enough, I pleaded with him, "Well, can you at least unlock this door then? At least then I can go on the floor behind a closed door because I‘m about to do it anyway, I‘ll do it right here, I just can‘t hold on anymore!!"
I tearfully begged just as another wave hit me and an uncontrollable spurt soaked through my hand and tell-tale drips ran down my legs, "Oh no!! Oooh no!! Oh please do something!!"
"No, I‘m sorry, we don‘t have a key on board, I‘m really sorry." he said, taking one last look at me before walking away.
"Come on sweetie, lets get that seat." Peter said, full of concern.
We walked (or rather I hobbled) into the next compartment where we found a couple of seats, but sitting down didn‘t ease my situation, in fact it was the last straw for my bursting bladder and the second I sat down I couldn‘t control it anymore and I started to uncontrollably pee! It poured out of me like a river! I couldn‘t control it, my shorts were absolutely soaked and my bottom was warm. A lot of it was soaked up by the seat, but a lot of it also dripped onto the floor and made a huge puddle at my feet.
For a few seconds I couldn‘t move, the relief was soooooo heavenly. Peter, who had been watching me, had his face screwed up in agony. He took his jacket off and lay it over his lap, I knew what he was doing as I watched the puddle I‘d made suddenly double in size, the relief on his face matched mine.
A few minutes later the ticket inspector came back and he couldn‘t but help notice the massive puddle on the floor.
"Sorry." I muttered.
"Don‘t worry, it happens from time to time," he sympathetically replied. When we got to our station Peter and I both went our separate ways, I often wonder if he ever remembers it, I know I‘ll never forget it......

Monday, November 9, 2015

LADY GAGA FARTS

Lady Gaga could have more than just a recovering hip to cure before she makes her comeback.
Insiders are saying that her recent appearance at a gay pride rally in New York was a bit of a stinker!
Apparently Gaga is on a new diet that gives her A LOT of gas. At least we know she’s really human like the rest of us!
Her crew at the event were supposedly left holding their breath and gagging for air after Gaga’s non-stop farting!
The Daily Star quotes one crew member as saying that the gas smelled like rotting food.

“The smell was foul, like a dumpster full of rotting food. And some of her farts were loud, so there was no pretending she wasn’t the source of the stench.”
“It was especially bad every time she bent over to change costume or made a vigorous move on stage. A fresh one would come cracking out but she’d just laugh when people held their noses.”
Gaga’s odour-causing diet has helped her shed the kilos after her hip surgery.
According to a close source, Gaga spent one week eating nothing but hard boiled eggs, and another eating just spinach.
Blergh!!
But while Farty Gaga apparently thinks it’s hilarious, her staff are not so happy!
“She thinks it’s a hoot, especially when she drops a string of them, it seems to go on forever. It’s the silent ones that creep up on you that are the worst.”
Gaga’s reps have refused to comment on her flatulence, saying: “That will not be graced with an answer.”
Now, we can’t be sure if this story is legitimate… but if it is we can’t help but giggle!
Meanwhile fans are eagerly awaiting Gaga’s new album FARTpop, featuring the hits Fart This Way, Just Gas, Bad Flatulence and Pop-offazzi.
Teehee.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Ultimate Pissing Fantasy.

It was September 1995 and two legendary country music stars were touring together on a worldwide reunion tour, George, a 60 year old idol of very many, (but who also had a history and reputation for disappearing and not turning up for shows), his 50 year old wife Nancy, Tammy the 50 year old female star of the show (and a close personal friend of mine) and her 50 year old husband Richard. There were also James and Charlie, these were two good looking musicians in the band, they were both in their mid 40s. Then there was my cousin Jeff, he was 20 years older than me, but the only one in the family who I could really say I got along with. Then there was myself, Debra.

We were all traveling from Florida to Nashville Tennessee, I was travelling along because I was a friend of Tammy's and regularly stayed over at there home. Jeff was with us because he was a reporter for a country music magazine and they wanted to cover the tour. Tammy and George had been in the music business long enough to learn not to trust or talk to reporters, but they'd known Jeff long enough to know he was different.
"Everything's loaded you guys." said Don the tour manager who was travelling separately with his own family, (as did the rest of the band members). This was the queue for George, Nancy, Tammy, Richard, Charlie, James, Jeff, and me, to pile into the big silver eagle touring bus which was fitted with a bathroom and bedrooms etc, our driver, (also called Don) clambered in the driver's seat, "Now remember," yelled the manager, "there's no stopping for any reason whatsoever on this trip, if George disappears on us again well be sued and you'll all be fired." 

"Well, lock the damn door then!" Don yelled back, "I ain't taking responsibility for him this time and there's enough food and drink on board to last a month."
"OK, see y'all in Nashville then?" Don called back as he locked the silver eagle bus and walked to his car. None of us thought his action was extreme, everyone including George himself understood, he'd often have a laugh about it, but he didn't trust himself either. Don started the engine and off we set from Milton Florida to Nashville Tennessee - a 12 hour trip. Everyone was in high spirits, we sat around the table drinking cokes and lemonade, Charlie was strumming his guitar, Nancy fixed us all some cornbread and beans, then we settled in front of the TV to watch a movie, Jeff was trying to get an interview out of Tammy who was trying to co-write a song with me and James and Richard were having a friendly argument about some old ball game, so we were all having a real good time.
I began to notice Nancy fidgeting a bit and I sensed she needed to use the bathroom. George appeared to have noticed it too as a bit of a bulge appeared in his trousers, I smiled secretly to myself, but it also made me aware of my own bladder and the cokes I'd been drinking, but my need wasn't urgent and my mind was distracted with the enjoyable atmosphere on board.

I had fancied Charlie secretly for years, but he never knew it, but every time he opened his mouth, that sexy Texan drawl made my knees quiver and as long as he had that guitar in his hand I wasn't going nowhere! So I finished off my coke and tried to divide my attention between Nancy's obvious need, getting the song finished with Tammy and Charlie's hypnotic guitar playing.
Jeff had got his interview from Tammy (well as much as he was gonna get out of her for the moment,) then he started asking George about why he had the reputation for not showing up, not been a direct country music fan, he hadn't heard the stories and the legends. I saw that he too had one eye on Nancy, Jeff and I exchanged knowing looks between us, then Nancy got up and headed for the bathroom, but couldn't get the door open, "Hey George," she called, "come and give us a hand with this door will you please?" 
"Yeah just a sec." he replied.
"No, now!" she called. 
George got up and tried the door, "It's locked!" he cried, "and hell I need to go too, where's the darn key?"
"We gave it to Don." I replied, trying very hard not to giggle at the predicament we were in. We still had about another 10 hours to go in a bus that was locked, with a bathroom door that was locked, with 3 women and 6 men on board and several dozen empty coke and lemonade cans...........
Click here for Part 2

Well, there we were George, Nancy, Tammy, Richard, Don, Jeff, Charlie, James and myself, travelling on a locked silver eagle bus from Florida to Tennessee, with the bathroom door well and truly locked! We couldn't get out of the bus until the tour manager met us in Nashville, at least another 11 hours away.
George paced up and down the bus cursing everyone from the fans to management, Nancy managed to calm him down eventually, I noticed Charlie give his cock a squeeze when he thought no one was looking, Nancy was sitting cross legged with a very anxious look on her face, "I don't know if I can hold on that long," James said, "I need to go rather badly."
"Well, we will just have to wet ourselves!" I said, trying so hard not to sound like I was enjoying the situation. "I'm desperate to go too." "Oh no way!!" chorused the others all together, "I'll hold on, I'm determined to!" said Tammy. "Yeah me too!" the others all replied.

For about half an hour we tried to distract ourselves playing card games, talking etc, my own desperation was getting very intense. I was wearing a blue denim dress and silky blue panties that aroused me to simply even touch them. Nancy just couldn't keep still, she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, fidgeting about and cursing under her breath. Jeff and I gave each other a knowing look, we both knew how much each other was enjoying the situation, I could tell he needed to go pretty badly too by the way he had to keep squeezing, but there was no way we were going to let on that we were enjoying this.
George got up and tried in vain to open the door, I could see the anxious look on his face, "Oooohh no!" groaned Charlie, "I'm really bursting to pee." He clutched at himself frantically, I looked across at Tammy and could see the desperation etched on her face, her legs were crossed and she was tapping a pen nervously on the table. I too began to get really desperate now and had to hold myself rather tightly at times, poor Nancy was almost in tears she sat crossed legged with both hands jammed tightly between her legs, "Just do it Nancy." I suggested, knowing full well she wouldn't. "No!" she whispered, "I'm ok."
"I'm really bursting." Jeff whispered to me. "Yeah, I am too!" I worriedly replied. Although we both enjoyed this, we didn't want to wet ourselves either, so I sat closer to him as if somehow he could make a difference and help me, being 20 years older than me, he had always tended to protective me, because as well as cousins, we were best friends too, but he couldn't help me this time. I was finding it very difficult to sit down and yet it was very difficult to stand also, the darn rhythm of the bus wasn't helping matters either.

I looked over at Charlie, just the sight of him always sent shivers up my spine, he was tense and the bulge in his trousers that he was trying very hard to hide was unmistakable. By now I was unconsciously having to give myself a bit of a rub, I was really desperate to go, my toes were curling and my whole body was beginning to tingle, a glance under the table revealed Tammy's legs crossed tightly. Richard, who was sitting beside her trying to make small-talk-conversation showed extreme anxiety on his face, it was so obvious.
"Oh no, NO!" whispered Tammy almost silently to herself as she looked desperately over at the bathroom door, as if somehow she could wish it to open. Richard got up and walked over and uselessly tried to open it, as if he just had to check for himself it was locked. "Hey guys, I'm sorry, this is my fault." muttered George through grated teeth.
"Aw, don't worry George," I replied, "you can't help being you - can you?"

A half hearted attempt at a laugh could be heard through the bus, "Hey Jeff, don't go putting this in your magazine now will ya!" asked George anxiously. He could obviously imagine the headlines this would make. "Well, I don't know." replied Jeff after some thought, "the whole of Nashville want to know about what REALLY happened that night you missed the plane going over to England, you didn't miss that plane did you? And you would never tell anyone about that night would you? I've got to put a story in my magazine." replied Jeff chewing his pencil.
"Oh ok, ok." sighed George. He knew when he was beaten and to everyone's amazement he gave Jeff an exclusive interview about an issue he'd kept quiet about for months.

Suddenly Nancy let out a whimper, "Oh George please do something!" she cried.
She stood up and stood cross legged with her hands jammed tightly between her legs and a frantic expression on her face, "Sorry honey." replied George sympathetically as he hugged her tight. I watched as a stream of pee ran down her legs and soaked her pants and the floor, my mouth went dry and my heart fluttered with excitement, but I couldn't let it show, poor Nancy sat back down looking very embarrassed indeed.
My own need was now growing completely out of control, I was having to keep my legs crossed and hold myself quite frequently now, Jeff seemed to be in an equally desperate state, I noticed his fists were clenched as he fought to retain control, "Aw damn!" I heard Charlie mutter as he paced up and down the bus with his hands firmly grabbing at himself, (I wished I could go over and give him a rub myself but of course I didn't). He pounded on the locked door with his fists, "Damn, damn, damn!! I need to go so badly, oh hell I'm bursting!!"

Tammy got up from where she was sitting paced up and down the bus stopping every few steps to cross her legs and hold herself, "Richard," she whispered, "I think I'm gonna have an accident!" She moaned softly more to herself than to her equally desperate husband who was half sitting and half standing on a chair with his hands firmly holding his cock. Suddenly the bus stopped, "Hey guys!" Don said, "I can't drive this bus I'm soooo desperate for a pee I can't concentrate on my driving."
"GET US TO NASHVILLE!!" we all chorused at once.
"But, but ..." he began, then reluctantly slid back into his seat and started the coach moving again. By now every nerve in my body was tingling with desperation, my toes were curling, my breathing was shallow and I could hardly move for fear of loosing control. Jeff put his arm around me, "Hold on honey," he whispered while stroking my forehead, "everything's gonna be alright well get through this together."

His comforting words gave me renewed determination and I found strength I didn't know I had and I continued holding on, which was more than Tammy was able to do as suddenly she let out a cry and I watched as a wet patch spread around her bottom and dripped onto the floor. "Oh no!" she wailed, "I didn't want that to happen!" She sobbed as Richard hugged her, I felt Jeff's grip on me tighten and I turned and looked as he really struggled to hold on, he was very tense and sucking his breath in between his teeth. "Hold on Cousin Jeff," I encouraged, "I know you can hang on!" I felt him relax a little, "Oh that was close." he said anxiously.
The minutes ticked by, they seemed like hours, nobody said much as all of us were concentrating on not wetting ourselves. Nancy and Tammy were sitting silently together, hardly able to believe what they had done, when a cry from James shattered the silence as he stood up and almost bent double as his jeans turned a telltale darker shade of blue, I swear that guy must've peed a couple of gallons! I thought it was never gonna stop!

Seconds later the bus screeched to an abrupt halt and Don leapt out of the driver's chair and ran up to the bathroom door and totally soaked his shorts, what he yelled cannot be repeated here! Sheepishly he climbed back into his seat and drove us off again, it might have been my imagination but I swear he drove a lot more carefully and straighter!
I glanced at Charlie, the bulge in his trousers couldn't be hidden, he looked at me clearly aroused at the sight of my desperation. I was sitting crossed legged with both hands jammed between my legs, every now and then I'd give myself a rub, but being careful not to bring myself to orgasm, (which considering the situation we were all in was extremely difficult not to do). "How's that song you were writing with Tammy earlier?" he asked.
"Oh its almost done." I replied. He took a look at it and murmured something I couldn't hear, then added, "I sure wish we were in Nashville now, I don't think I can wait much longer."
"Me too!" I replied. I had to force myself to tear my eyes away from his bulge, that guy can arouse me simply by opening his mouth, I could see desire in his eyes and I wondered if the situation turned him on too, after all I've been around him so many times before, but I'd never seen that look in his eyes before, not ever, so I consciously gave myself a rub and 'oooohhh'-ed a bit, no sooner had I done that he grabbed himself and made a frantic attempt to keep control (and I've got to give him credit where credit's due) - that guy really tried but it was useless. I watched spellbound as the pee ran down his leg and made a huge puddle at our feet, he blushed slightly and tried to hide a smile that threatened to come over his face before burying his head in his hands, "Oh damn!" was all he said.

At that moment my own desperation levels almost doubled and I had to fight with every ounce of strength and self control I could muster, the wave of desperation almost felt orgasmic, but somehow I held on. I hardly dared to even breathe as the wave tried to overcome me, but eventually it subsided just enough for me to cast a pleading look at Jeff, oh boy, he really looked in trouble - his body was rigid and his fists were white as he clenched them up doing anything and everything he could to keep control. The sight of Charlie's accident was just too much for Richard, he just couldn't keep control anymore and we all watched as a river suddenly appeared to flow from his chair, soaking the floor, but no one batted an eyelid.
Jeff, George and I were all on the very brink of wetting ourselves and dare not break our concentration and Don, Nancy, Tammy, Charlie and Richard were all in sympathetic understanding with each other.
"Oh to hell with all this!" said George, reaching for the whisky and downed it all.
"I wondered how long that would take," sighed Nancy, "no more George, you've gotta make this show, that's the reason we're all in this predicament!"
"Huh! I'm George, I can do as I like!" was his reply but he allowed Nancy to take the bottle from him. The whisky numbed his senses because despite him clutching himself frantically, he began to wet himself completely.

"Hey Don!" I called out, "how far is it now?"
"About 2 hours." was the reply.
"Can you hold that long Jeff?" I asked him.
"I really don't know cuz." was his tense reply.
"You can do it cuz," I pleaded, "if I can you can!"

This gave him extra determination and I could see that look in his eyes that he always got when he was determined to conquer any situation he happened to be in at the time and from his determination, I gained strength too.
About half an hour slipped by, someone had put some music on on the stereo, Jeff and I sat close together encouraging each other to hold on just that little bit longer, the others were completely amazed at our strength and determination.
"Runs in the family." Jeff said nonchalantly as he pathetically shrugged his shoulders. But I could see through his apathy he was fighting so very hard to hold it, just like I was too, several times strong waves of intense desperation overcame all my senses and time completely stood still as I mustered up strength I didn't even know I had, just to hold on. I could barely move, barely talk, barely think or feel anything else except my intense desperation, I knew Jeff felt the same and we drew strength from each other. EVENTUALLY we saw the sign for Nashville, it might as well have said "heaven itself" for all we were concerned.

The minutes ticked by until we stopped in the stadium car park, the support act, a band called Chicago, were waiting on us 'cos they were using our gear, so the door was unlocked as soon as we had stopped. When Don opened the silver eagle door I almost burst into tears at sheer relief.
"What's been going on here! Is George sober?" he asked.
We left the others to explain and slipped off the bus in search of the bathrooms, there they were right in the entrance of the stadium, I had never ever been so happy to see a bathroom in the whole of my entire life.
I hovered there, peeing and peeing for what seemed like forever then I stood up and gave myself the biggest rub I've ever had.
When I came back down to earth I went outside and waited for Jeff and from the time he'd taken in there and the look on his face, I'm sure he done the same thing as me.
Well Jeff wrote a darn good review of the show - a darn good review which thrilled Tammy and George and now we both regularly travel with them but each of us carries a spare key to the bathroom on the bus now!

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Nifty - Bisexual - Urination - Im Gonna Pee In My Panties

Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2011 11:44:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: I'm Gonna Pee in my Panties

"I'm gonna pee in my panties," she giggles.

"Can't you wait till we get to your place?" I ask. "It's only two blocks."
We're walking home after I met her in a bar a couple of hours ago, and
we've been chugging beer like there's no tomorrow. We're both pretty
buzzed. I love Asian girls. I'm excited by her long dark hair, the big
eyes, the turned up nose and the slender figure with tiny tits. She's told
me her name is Lee.

"We girls can't hold it like you guys can, Tony. When we gotta go, we
gotta go."

"Just a few seconds more and we'll be there." She's making little urgent
squeaking sounds as we go into her apartment building and ride the
elevator. She fumbles for her key, throws the door open and I follow as
she slams the hall bathroom door open and stands, straddling the toilet,
and hoists her short denim skirt up to her waist. I see to my surprise
that she's wearing guy's white cotton briefs. She doesn't bother to pull
them down, simply pees straight through them. "Oh, fuck!" I groan, "What
an erotic sight. I love to watch girls taking a pee."

She gives me a big smile. "So do I."

Oh no, I think, she's a lez. Still, it could get interesting.

"Girls? You like to watch girls?"

"Not just girls. Guys, too. Wow, my panties are soaked. Feel them." I
reach out my hand and cup her crotch, giving her a little squeeze. Pee
drips from my hand and I lick it off.

"Mmmm, delicious!"

She steps from the toilet, peels off her mini skirt and drops it into the
hamper, leaving her in just her guy's white singlet and wet briefs. Then
she looks at me, her face eager.

"You're a pee drinker!"

"Guilty," I say.

"Get your pants off, you gorgeous hunk." I drop my slacks and peel my
shirt over my head, kicking my loafers off. She caresses my butt. "Mmm,
silk boxers! You have taste. Speaking of which, let's step into the
shower." My cock is rock hard. She kneels in front of me and pulls my
cock through the fly of my boxers. "Nice dick! Now, hose me down."
Marvelous! She's into golden showers, just like me. I try to relax and
piss through my hard-on, but it's not easy. Finally and hefty stream of
piss hits her in the face and she takes hold of my dick and points it down
so that it soaks her tits and the dry parts of her briefs. Then, she
clamps her mouth over it and starts to frantically swallow. Suddenly, I'm
empty. She licks her lips. "Best drink I've had all night," she says,
laughing. We pull the underwear off each other and turn the shower
on. She's shaved her pussy. Perfect!


It's an hour later and we're in her bed. She's wearing my silk boxers, now
rinsed and still warm from the tumble dryer. Having nothing to wear, I've
gone through her underwear drawer and picked out a pair of pale blue satin
panties with white lace round the legs, and I look hot in them. "You'd
make a lovely girl," she'd remarked. I like wearing panties, they make me
feel sexy. My arm is round her shoulder, my hand on the nipple of her tiny
tit, her head on my chest.

"That was a lovely fuck, Tony. You made me cum. It's a long time since a
guy made me cum. I usually just cum for girls."

"What do they do to make you cum, Lee?"

She giggles. "They kiss me, and kiss my tits and caress me and finger me
and lick me and insert large sex toys up my quim, but best of all, they pee
on me and let me pee on them. I'm crazy about pee. But what excites me
most is when I make my lover cum."

"You made ME cum, Lee. I think I've met my dream girl." She laughs.

"You'll have to share me with some other girls."

"Can I watch?"

"Would you let me watch while you suck your boyfriends off?" she asks,
eagerly, looking up at me.

"It would be a huge turn on."

"Then I'll let you watch me, if my lovers don't mind."

"Will I get to join in?"

"If we're in a mood for some dick, like I was tonight."

"How come you like pee-play? I always thought that was a guy-thing."

"When I was a little girl, my daddy got me into it." I perk up, this
sounds exciting. "From when I was about eight years old, he used to let me
watch when he took a piss. It was fascinating, watching that hot yellow
stream coming from the end of his enormous dick. At least it seemed
enormous to me. For a long time, I longed to touch it until one day I
simply reached out and took it in my hand. Of course, pee started spraying
all over the place, and quite a lot landed on me. He was profusely
apologetic, but I told him I didn't mind. The next day, I was in the
shower and he came in, naked with a big hard-on, and peed all over me. I
told him I loved it and it was true, I really did. Soon he was letting me
pee on him, kneeling down between my skinny little legs, his mouth open,
drinking it. It was thrilling. He especially liked it if I peed my
panties in public, on the beach, say or in the park. We'd walk home, my
panties all squishy and later, in our bathroom, he'd pull them off me and
suck them. One day, he put the end of his dick against my little girl's
slit and peed. I must have been about eleven years old. It felt marvelous
and when he tucked me in to bed that night, I asked him to do it again. He
spread a big towel under me, laid me on it and pushed the tip of his dick
inside me and let his pee go. That's when I had my first orgasm. I loved
him so much. He was a wonderful dad. After that, he fucked me regularly
until I left home and got married. Dad and I still drink each other from
time to time.

"You were married?"

"For a few years, yes, then I turned gay, and he divorced me."

"Fuckin' bigot!"

"He couldn't take the competition." We lie there, silent, and then I fall
asleep.



The sound of the bedroom door opening wakes me and I open my eyes to see a
little girl standing there in a short cotton nightie. "I've made coffee,
Mom," she says. The sheet has been pushed down below our knees, revealing
Lee in my boxers and her panties on me. She abruptly wakes.

"Thank you, sweetheart, I'll be there in a minute." The girl leaves.

"Who's that?" I ask.

"My daughter, Melanie. Didn't I tell you I had a kid? Sorry. She must
have gone to bed before we got in last night. Jesus, I'm running late!"
Lee rolls out of bed. "Use the en-suite bathroom, Tony, I'll use the one
in the hall. Breakfast?"

"Toast and coffee will do, thanks." I throw the covers back and look at
myself in her lace trimmed panties. Lee still has my boxers on so I'll
just have to wear these. Fuck it, who cares? I shower and clean my teeth,
get dressed and go into the kitchen. Lee is making toast and Melanie is
sitting at the breakfast bar, still in her nightie. She gives me a big
smile. I try to get a quick look between her little legs to see if she's
wearing panties, but no luck.

"Melanie, this is Tony. Gotta dash, guys," says Lee. "Tony, can you make
sure Melanie gets on the school bus. It leaves the end of the block in
about twenty minutes. Call me this evening." She grabs her purse, kisses
Melanie and runs out.

"I'm gonna shower," says Melanie and disappears into the hall bathroom.
Two minutes later, she comes wrapped in a towel that exposes her cute
little butt, and goes into her room. She emerges in her school uniform, a
gingham dress and white socks.

"Grab your schoolbag, sweetheart. We don't wanna miss the bus." We ride
the elevator down.

"Why are you wearing my mom's panties?" she asks, smiling up at me with her
big dark eyes wide, beneath her black bangs.

"'Cos she's got my underpants on. I don't have anything else to wear."

"You'd better be careful, she's likely to pee in them."

"She already did, last night, but we washed and dried them. You must have
been asleep last night when we came home."

"You made plenty of noise in the bathroom." Shit! How much did she
overhear? Lee was shouting, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" while we were in the
shower, and she was a bit of a screamer. Melanie doesn't look too
concerned. As we walk to where she'll catch the bus, she takes my hand,
surprisingly intimate for a little girl who barely knows me. "Are you
coming to see us again?" she asks.

"I hope so. I want to get to know you. I'm gonna call your mom tonight.
What grade are you in, sweetheart?"

"Fifth." This puts her at ten, maybe eleven. The bus pulls up and I lean
down and kiss the top of her head and pat her butt and she climbs the step.
"Bye, Tony," she calls over her shoulder.

"Bye, sweetheart." She has such a lovely smile.



This evening, around seven, I call Lee's apartment. A male voice answers,
"Hello, this is Lee's residence."

"Could I speak to Lee, please?"

"She won't be in until late this evening. Whom should I say called?"

"This is Tony. I met Lee last night."

"Tony?" he says, and then I hear Melanie's voice in the background.

"Is that Tony? Let me speak to him. Tony, hi, are you coming over?"

"I'd like to but your mom's not there."

"Oh, come on, please come over. Uncle Bert, can Tony come over?" Uncle
Bert gets back on the phone.

"I guess I gotta do what my neice tells me. Sure come on over, but we're
out of beer. Can you pick up a six pack?"

"No problem, see you in about ten." I hang up and head for the convenience
store. I pick up two six packs. It's a hot night. At Lee's apartment,
Bert opens the door and holds his hand out. I can't shake it, burdened
with two six packs.

"I'm Bert, Lee's brother," he says with a welcoming smile. "Come on in,
Tony. Melanie's all excited." Melanie runs to me, jumps up and puts her
arms round my neck and her legs round my waist. I put my hands on her
butt, kiss her cheek and let her slide down my body. She's wearing a loose
white silk camisole that looks as though it should be an undergarment and a
pair of skin tight jeans. "Let's get those beers into the fridge," says
Bert. "You look as though you could use one." Melanie pulls me down to
sit on to the couch beside her and Bert comes back into the living room
with two cold bottles of beer and a Pepsi, condensation dripping from them,
and three glasses. I fill a glass with ale and take a long of ale, lean
back and relax. I can see down the front of her camisole and see her tiny
nipples on her flat chest. The fact that they're so easily visible turns
me on.

"I just called Lee at work," he says, "to tell her you're here. She says
it's fine and she'll see us in a couple of hours." He sits beside us on
the couch. It's crowded, but I like having Melanie so close.

"Are you going to stay the night again" Melanie asks me." Bert gives me a
grin.

"We'll have to see what your mom says," I respond.

"It makes a change, having a guy stay over," remarks Bert. "She usually
has girls."

"Yeah, she told me."

"Tony was wearing Mommy's panties this morning," says Melanie, with a
giggle. I have the grace to blush.

"And I guess she was wearing you underpants," says Bert, emptying his beer.
"Did she pee in them? She likes to pee in her undies." He clearly knows
all about her obsession. "You still got them on?"

"No." I pull them from my pocket. "I'm returning them." Bert holds them
up and looks at them, fingering the white lace round the legs.

"Sexy. I love panties. How did Tony look, darling?"

"Hot!" she says and we laugh.

"I'll bet you did." He gives me a knowing look. "Anyone would look hot in
these. I'd look hot." I'm inclined to agree with him. In his
mid-twenties, Asian, like his sister, he has a slender figure. I'm hoping
he's gay, or at least bi, and wondering if he has a big dick. Probably
not.

"You would look hot, Bert," I say. "Why not try them on?"

"Oooh, yes, Uncle Bert. I wanna see what you look like." She has an eager
look on her face as Bert stands up and drops his pants. He's wearing white
briefs. He pulls off his shirt, provocatively, and I know he's putting on
a show for me.

"Should Melanie be watching this?" I ask him.

"Oh, I've seen him with no clothes on lots of times," she says. "He's one
of the family." Bert slides his underpants down as we watch. His dick is
bigger than average, but maybe he's just starting to get a hard-on His body
is superb. He sees me eying him and smiles. My gaydar pings. He pulls
the blue satin panties up and stands with arms wide apart.

"Dah, dah!" he sings, and Melanie giggles.

"Doesn't he look awesome?" she asks me, her eyes alight. I'm speechless,
but my facial expression tells Bert I'm entranced. "Are you gonna pee in
them, Uncle?" What is it with this family? Are they all piss-freaks, even
a ten year old girl?

"Maybe later, sweetheart," says Bert. "Why don't we go and sit out on the
balcony." He grabs two more beers and another Pepsi from the fridge, then
opens the sliding glass door and steps out. On the surprisingly large
balcony are several chairs and some small house plants in pots. Bert steps
out to the rail and looks over. We follow him and sit down. It's much
warmer outside than in the air conditioned living room, but there's a faint
breeze. I look at the high-rise apartment building opposite, hundreds of
windows, some lighted, some curtained, some dark.

"Anyone could be watching, Bert," I remark. "They'll see you in your
panties,"

"I don't fuckin' care," he says, turning to face us. "If I have an
audience, so much the better. You guys are overdressed. Why don't you get
those pants off, Tony?" He's coming on to me, but I'm going to have to put
him off until another day. Lee will be here soon and I can't wait to drink
her piss again. Still, I might as well let him know what he's in for if we
eventually hook up.

"Yes, Tony," says Melanie, "Take your pants off." It's quite extraordinary
to hear a ten year old girl tell an adult guy to take his pants off,
particularly a guy she's only known briefly. But, what can I do? I can't
refuse her, so I stand up, peel off my shirt and drop my slacks. I'm
wearing a pair of hot pink cotton trunks, with a white waistband and white
trim.

"Wow!" say Bert and Melanie, simultaneously. I look across the windows
opposite, hoping that people are watching, lots of people. The thought
gets me excited and I can feel my cock stirring. Melanie's eyes are big as
she looks at me. "You look even sexier than Uncle Bert," she says.

"Hot pink!" says Bert. "You gay old dog! That's a sexy color. Can I
borrow those, later on?" He turns to Melanie. "You should take those
jeans off," he says. "It's way too hot for jeans."

"Yes," I say, firmly. "Way too hot." I want to see what she's wearing
underneath.

"You'll have to help me," she says. "They're too tight for me to get them
off on my own." She slouches down in her chair, holds her arms above her
head and stretches her legs out. Bert stands behind her and holds her
hands.

"Pull 'em off, Tony," he says, and I kneel at her feel and tug at the
cuffs. Nothing happens for a few seconds so I pull harder and they come
down with a rush. To my delight, her panties have slid down with them,
down to her knees, and she's laughing.

"Isn't she sexy?" says Bert, and I look at her, naked from the waist down,
as I untangle the jeans from her ankles. She smiling, not the least
embarrassed She stands, free of the jeans and reaches down and pulls her
panties back up, taking her time. She's clearly showing off for us. I'm
starting to get a hard-on. She sits upright again and pulls the camisole
over her head, shaking her long black hair out. "Nice tits," says Bert,
sitting down, though her chest is perfectly flat.

"I like small tits, too," I say, with a grin. "Small tits, skinny legs,
big dark eyes and a lovely smile. You're my perfect girl."

"I thought my mom was your perfect girl."

"She's number two. Don't tell her." I can't take my eyes off her as she
sits unselfconsciously in her white cotton schoolgirl panties. Whenever I
see little girls, I always try to imagine what they would look like in
their panties, and now I know how Melanie looks. I finish my beer and Bert
goes inside for another. He comes back out and hands me a bottle, and we
fill our glasses.

"I need to pee," he says.

"Pee in your panties," says Melanie, to my susprise.

"Naw," he says, "I don't wanna sit around in wet underwear all night." He
stands up, pulls his dick from the leg of the panties and proceeds to pee
in one of the house plant pots. Melanie watches, closely. "Join me,
Tony," he says. Never liking to miss an opportunity of show off my cock, I
step up beside him, pull the leg of my trunks aside and let my now fully
erect dick poke out. I pee into another plant pot. Melanie is leaning
forward, staring. I shake the drops from the end with a masturbatory
motion, and turn to face her, taking my time tucking my dick away. "You
have a nice dick, Tony," she says.

"Thank you, darling, and you have a nice . . ." I look down between her
legs. . ."what's your pet name for it?"

"I don't really have one. I guess I just call it my 'slit'." Bert has put
his cock away and we sit down again, and chug more beer. I'm starting to
get a buzz on.

"Do you need to pee, sweetheart?" asks Bert.

"Yes," she says.

"Are you gonna pee in your panties? I know you like to do that." He turns
to me. "I love watching her when she takes a pee. It looks so fuckin'
sexy." Melanie appears unperturbed by this remark.

"What does Lee think about all this?" I ask.

He laughs. "Lee? Shit, man, she's the biggest piss freak in the world.
If you stayed over last night, you must know that. She's always been that
way, ever since we were little kids. She used to let me pee on her." This
is not the sort of conversation one should be having in front of a ten her
old girl, but Melanie sits there as though we're talking about the weather.
"Did she tell you about her Dad?"

"She did mention something."

"That dirty old pervert!" Melanie giggles. "He taught her about the joys
of watersports when she was Melanie's age. Me, too. He had me drinking
even before I'd learned to jerk off."

"So you drank his pee, too?"

"Yeah, and Lee's. When dad wasn't around, she'd have to make do with me.
We had a lot of fun."

"Grandpa likes to watch me pee, too," Melanie pipes up.

"I do," says Bert. "You wanna pee in the plant pot, so we can watch?"

"O.K.," she says eagerly, stands ups and places her feet either side of the
pot of soil. "Look at me!" The front of her panties show an ever widening
wet patch, until they are soaked and her pee start to trickle down between
her legs. Bert jumps to his feet and thrust his empty beer glass under the
stream until it's half full and the trickle ceases. He leans back in his
chair and takes a sip.

"Fuckin' champagne," he says, handing me the glass. "Try it, Tony." I
give him a grateful smile and look at Melanie as I raise the glass to my
lips. I take a large swallow. It's warm, almost hot, from her body heat
and the flavor is beautifully mild. Drinking Pepsi all evening has reduced
its alkalinity, so that the acrid taste is all gone and it goes down like a
fine wine. I finish the glass and lick my lips.

"Oh, Melanie," I sigh. "I could drink your pee all night. Don't tell your
mom."

"Why not?" says Bert. "She ain't gonna mind."

"Melanie's her fucking daughter, for fuck's sake," I whisper to him.
"She's only, what, ten years old?"

"You're not doing anything that Lee would object to," he murmurs.

"I've been waving my dick at her, I pulled her panties down, and our
conversation has been entirely inappropriate," I protest. Melanie has
heard this exchange.

"Mommy always says that she doesn't care what Uncle Bert and Grandpa do,"
she says, "as long as I say 'no' if I get embarrassed or freaked out. And
I know how to say 'no'."

"Are you going to sit around in wet panties, sweetheart?" asks Bert and
lean over to her, placing his hand between her legs and giving her pantie a
squeeze.

She doesn't resist. "No, I'm gonna put clean ones one." She stands up and
turns to face us, then pulls her panties down and steps out of them,
handing them to Bert. He holds them up to his face and inhales as she
smiles at us. I look at her little-girl's body, her thighs glistening with
wet pee. She's enjoying my gaze and stands for several seconds, then goes
into the apartment.

"I won't tell Lee," I assure him.

"Tell her what?"

"That you groped her daughter."

He laughs. "She doesn't care. Don't get me wrong, she loves Melanie and
would never let any harm come to her, but she knows Melanie's old enough to
say 'no' if she needs to. It's not as though I'm fucking her. Mind
you. . ." His voice trails off. I bet he'd like to. I know I would.
Then we hear Lee coming into the apartment.

"I'm home, sweetheart," she calls.

Melanie answers from her bedroom. "I'm just getting some dry panties,
Mommy." Bert and I go back into the living room, closing the sliding glass
door behind us. The coolness is refreshing.

"I suppose she's peed her panties again," says Lee. "Hi Bert." She kisses
him on the cheek. "Hi, Lover. Glad you could come over." I get a peck on
the lips. Carrying a six pack, she's dressed in business attire, a cream
silk blouse through which I can see a white camisole and a dark flared
skirt. "I've brought some beer." Looking at Bert in her satin panties,
she says, "I can see you guys are getting on alright. Cool underpants,
Tony. I gotta try those on, later." She puts the beer on the kitchen
counter, cracks one of them open and pours herself a glass full. "I had a
couple on the way home. I'm bursting for a pee and I need to shower.
Wanna join me, guys?" It's a rhetorical question. We grin and follow her
in to the bathroom. She strips off her blouse and skirt and we look at her
in the translucent camisole, which reveals her dark nipples, and white
bikini briefs.

"Are you gonna pee in your panties, Sis? I told Tony all about our antics
together. It seems he's a piss-drinker, too," says Bert. "And quite an
enthusiastic one. He likes the taste of Melanie's pee." Lee looks a bit
alarmed, but Bert add, "She peed in a glass for us and Tony drank it all."

She laughs. "Typical of Melanie. Where would you like me to pee, Bro?"

"How about on my face?" She looks at me, eyebrows raised.

"Mine, too, darling." I say.

"Follow me," she commands and we all step into the large glass-doored
shower. There's plenty of room. Bert kneels and pulls his sister's
panties down, a task I'd have liked to do, and kneels between her legs.
She leans back against the shower wall, legs spread, pulls her pussy lips
apart and lets a strong stream of piss arc out and hit him in the face. I
fall to my knees beside her, not wishing to miss out. I open my mouth as
her piss hits me, let it fill and then swallow. It's tasty. Lee hoses us
both down until we're soaked, our underwear dripping, our cocks rigid.
"Watch and learn, Tony. Now, Bert, you know what I like." Bert pulls her
panties off and stands between her legs, his knees slightly bent. With a
gentle thrust, he pushes his hard cock up her pussy and pumps in and out a
couple of times. Then he goes rigid, and Lee's eyes close as I see his
piss trickling out past his cock and down her legs. He's pissing inside
her. "Oh, yes, yes, that's so good!" she groans, then Bert abruptly pulls
out.

"I've saved some for you, Tony," he says turning to me and I eagerly drop
to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. He gives me a couple of squirts
before he dries up. All the beer he's drunk makes his piss very drinkable.
I stand up, pull my wet pink underpants down and face Lee.

"Your turn now, Tony." She looks straight into my eyes as I thrust my cock
inside her. It slides easily into her vagina already wet from Bert's piss.
I wait until I can feel my piss coming up my eurethra, then thrust all the
way home. The sensation of my own warm piss flowing back past my cock and
down over my balls is thrilling. "Oh, you fucking hunk! Piss in me!
Yeah, I love it! Save some for me to drink." I shut off my flow and pull
my cock from her and she drops to her knees taking my cock in her mouth.
Bert is jerking himself off as she eagerly drinks the dregs from my
bladder. She swallows and licks her lips. "Nice, boys, nice."

I look at Bert. "Jesus, you just fucked your sister!"

He grins. "First time this week." I feel so excited. I've dropped into
the middle of a family that's totally immersed in piss, loving all the
great things you can do with it. I look through the glass door and Melanie
is standing at the wash basin, naked, wiping her dried pee from her belly
and thighs with a wash cloth, a clean pair of panties on the counter-top.
She's looking right at us with a big grin on her face.

"Wow!" she says. "I wish I'd come in here sooner. I'd have joined you
guys. Mommy, is Tony gonna stay the night?" She smiles. "Whatever you
want, darling."

We three shower off and dry ourselves. Bert hunts round in the living room
until his finds his briefs, puts them on, gets dressed and makes his
farewells. He kisses Lee on the cheek. "Nice fuck, Sis. Thanks." He
bends down to kiss Melanie, runs his hand briefly between her legs, and
fondles her butt. "Bye, my sweet angel. Next time I come over, I want a
full glass of your pee." She giggles and Bert leaves.

"Bedtime, darling," she says to Melanie as we stand there, naked. "Tony
will come and tuck you in. Tony, let's find some underwear." In her
drawer, we find a pair to Hanes white briefs for her and a pair of pink
silk tap pants for me. She climbs into bed and I go into Melanie's room to
say goodnight. She's lying on top of the bed in a short nylon nightie
which has ridden up to her waist, her legs are apart and she'd deliberately
showing her little slit off to me. I sit on the bed, lean in, cup her face
in my hands and kiss her on the lips.

"I love you, my little darling."

"I love you too, Tony. Kiss me again. No, not on the lips. Down there."
I look down at her naked torso, her ribs showing, her hips boney, her legs
long and thin and her pussy hairless. I bend go round to the end of the
bed, kneel down and put my face between her legs. I look at her little
girly crack and wish I could put my dick in it, but I'll have to wait. I
kiss her slit and she puts her hand on my head and pulls me into her. My
lips are clamped on and I feel a trickle of piss entering my mouth. I suck
hard, not wanting to spill a drop and manage to get most of a mouthful
before she dries up. I lift my head and look at her, smiling at me. "Was
that nice?"

"The best! You taste fantastic!"

"Give me a drink, Tony, please," she begs, and I straddle her chest and
push my hard cock up to her mouth. She takes it in eagerly, her tongue
tickling my glans. I relax my bladder and feel the piss flowing down my
cock. There isn't much pee left and she swallows it all, and as I pull my
cock from her, she licks her lips. "Will you pee inside me, like you did
with Mommy?" she asks. "I promise I won't tell her." I'm in heaven.

"It'll have to be another day, sweetheart." I kiss her goodnight and go
back into Lee's room.

"Come to bed, lover and fuck me. Tomorrow, my girlfriend's coming over.
You'll like her."

"Is she into piss, too?"

"Stupid question!" she says.



The End.



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