Pee Party! byCarnevil9©

 Author's Note: This story was suggested by a discussion at the Story Ideas forum.

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Busty Jessica and BedtimeStories sat on the edge of the hot tub, their feet in the churning water, masturbating furiously.

Jessica held a large purple vibrator in her hand, and had it half inserted into her sopping wet pussy, vibrating at full speed. Her head was back, her eyes were closed, her nipples were hard, and her mouth hung open as she savored the sizzling sensations on her pussy and clit.

Beddy, meanwhile, was leaning further toward her back, and had a double-ended dildo inserted into her pussy and anus, vigorously thrusting them in and out. She panted and grunted both from the effort and from the erotic sensual sensations that they aroused as the ends of the dildo slid in and out of her sopping holes.

The hot tub was in a secluded atrium behind the luxurious villa in the French Alps, owned by Busty Jessica. It was a good thing that it was isolated and secluded, because before long, both women were moaning, shouting, and screaming out their orgasms! They shook with pleasure, their shoulders heaving and boobies bouncing, and then, finally, slid the phony phalluses out of their throbbing holes and slipped down into the bubbling water to wash off their sweat.

Beddy looked at Jessica. "You don't look happy, darling," she said. "What's the matter? You sounded like you had a good orgasm."

"It isn't that, Beddy," said Jessica. "I'm just bored with plain old sex! My pussy always feels nice, whatever is in it. A cock, a tongue, a dildo; but it's the same old thing every time. I need something different!"

"I know just what you need, Jessie," said Beddy, with a twinkle in her eye. "Come with me." She got out of the water, and led Jessica over to the nearby pool-deck shower. "Sit here on the floor," she said, positioning Jessica near the drain. "Now close your eyes, and open your mouth."

Busty Jessica did as she was told, expecting a breast or a pussy to soon press up against her waiting lips and tongue. Instead, she felt a stream of warm fluid splashing on her forehead, then her nose, and before long, into her mouth!

"Hey!" she yelled, opening her eyes. There was Beddy, standing in front of her, knees slightly bent, hands on hips, and a golden stream of pee flowing from her groin!

Beddy laughed. "You said you needed something different! Take it all, bitch! Drink my pee!!" She continued to aim her stream directly into Jessica's beautiful face, laughing the entire time.

Jessica turned her head from side to side, trying to escape the warm stream. But Beddy reached down and grabbed her by the ears, turning her face directly into the stream. Jessica could smell the pungent golden fluid as it splashed all over her lips. Actually, she thought, it smelled kind of interesting! She opened her mouth and let the flow in. She was surprised to find that she rather enjoyed the tangy flavor! Soon she was gulping it down as fast as it came, and savoring every drop!

"Ha ha!" said Beddy. "You are my pee-slut! I knew you'd love it!" She continued to pour her stream of golden nectar into Jessica's mouth, for as long as she could. Jessica continued to swallow greedily, already hooked.

Eventually, the stream dwindled to a few dribbles, and stopped. "Is that all there is?" asked Jessica, sadly. She leaned forward and greedily lapped up the final drops from Beddy's distended pussy lips.

"I'm afraid so, darling," said Beddy, laughing at Jessica's needy licking. "At least for now. But now you can do me!"

"You bet!" said Jessica, and the two girls quickly changed places. Jessica angled her hips to best advantage, and let loose a golden stream directly into Beddy's hair.

"Ahh!!" shrieked Beddy. "That feels great!" She lifted her face, and reveled in the warm shower of Jessica's delicious urine. She captured some in her mouth, but let most of it run down her chin, down her chest, and into her crotch. She rubbed it into her pussy and smeared it around her boobs. She was in heaven.

But, as before, soon Jessica's bladder was empty. Beddy got up and the girls hugged and kissed each other, savoring the tangy taste of urine on each others' tongues, and rubbing their pendulous breasts together.

"Thanks, Beddy; that was great!" laughed Jessica. "But I wish there was more."

Beddy glanced around. "How many servants do you have working here at your villa?" she asked.

Jessica had to think a moment. "I have a butler, a cook, a gardener, a driver, and two maids," she said. "That's four boys and two girls."

Beddy gave her a look. "Well," she said. "What are you waiting for? Get them out here!"

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Jessica went to the intercom on the wall near the hot tub. "This is going to be great!" she said, as she pressed the button to activate the speaker. Soon a pleasant female voice answered.

"Oui, Madame?" It was the voice of Madeleine, one of the maids.

"Madeleine, round up the entire household staff. Bring them all out to the atrium, at once. Tout suite, understand?"

"Oui, Madame!" said Madeleine, and hung up.

Jessica laughed. "Did you hear what she said? 'Oui' Madame! Soon it will be 'Oui, oui!' Ha!" She laughed her cute little ass off at her own pun, her full breasts jiggling in time with her laughter.

The two girls dangled their toes in the bubbling water of the hot tub while they waited. Beddy asked, "So, Jessie, how did you come to own this beautiful villa, anyway?"

"Oh, it was nothing," said Jessica. "I met a rich French billionaire in Monte Carlo. I told him that I give the best blowjobs in the world. He didn't believe me; he said that if I gave him a better blowjob than his mistress does, he'd give me the most beautiful villa in all of France. And here we are!"

"Wonderful!" said Beddy, clapping her hands. "And here comes the help!"

Indeed, the household staff was filing out from the house: Madeleine and Desiree, the maids; Beaufort the butler, Gaston the cook, Chauncey the gardener, and Devereaux the driver.

"Chop, chop, everyone!" yelled Jessica, clapping her hands smartly together. "Beddy and I need you to help us out with a new project. Gather round us." Jessica and Beddy pulled their lounge chairs near one another, parallel, and a few feet apart. They lay themselves down, still naked, on their backs. "Madeleine, you stand over my head, and Desiree, you stand over Beddy's head. And please lift your skirts, my dears." The maids did so.

Jessica continued her instructions. "Beaufort and Gaston, you stand on either side of me. And Chauncey and Devereaux, you two stand on either side of Beddy. Get out your cocks, if you please."

Soon everyone was in place. "Okay, everyone. Start peeing, if you don't mind! Aim for our mouths, our hair, everywhere! The wetter you get us, the better!"

The household staff, already accustomed to their Mistress's strange sexual practices and unusual requests, merely shrugged their French shoulders and started peeing. Madeleine held her skirt aloft near her chest, angled her hips, and unleashed her bladder. A steady stream of warm pungent piss was soon splashing in Jessica's face. Jessica stretched open her mouth, greedily gulping and swallowing all that she could, enjoying the warmth, the flavor, and the pungent aroma. Meanwhile, Desiree was likewise hovering above Beddy's face, and angled her own golden stream into the face of her target. Beddy squealed in delight, and reveled in the warm shower of pungent urine on her face, nose, and lips.

Beaufort and Gaston held their dicks in their hands, and let loose their own streams. They swung their meat hoses back and forth, aiming their yellow streams up and down Jessica's beautiful, large-breasted body. They soaked her boobs, her stomach, her crotch, her legs, her feet, and then back up again. The pee splashed erotically off of Jessica's delicate skin before falling to the tiles of the pool deck. Gaston, the cook, paid special attention to soaking Jessica's neatly shaved pussy lips. He was hoping to be able to lick it off later. Jessica was in heaven; wet, yellow heaven!

Over by Beddy's lounger, Desiree was still directing her sweet yellow stream of piss directly onto Beddy's face. She waggled her hips slightly, watching the delicious fluid bounce off first one closed eye, and then the other. Then she angled it slightly to soak Beddy's mouth, her nose, and finally, arcing her hips in a slow circling motion, forcing Beddy to nod her head back and forth, trying to catch as much of the golden reward in her mouth as possible!

Chauncey and Devereaux, like their compatriots at Jessica's lounger, played their streams up and down Beddy's body, like firemen trying to douse a churning inferno. Chauncey, the gardener, directed his stream back and forth between Beddy's two succulent, heaving breasts, dousing her nipples, her mounds, and her ribcage, watching the obscene flow run down the voluptuous curves of her body, forming sensuous rivulets as it made its way down to the tiles of the deck. Devereaux, the driver, focused on her lower body, splashing up and down her legs and soaking her pussy. When she was thoroughly doused, he pinched his pee-hole tightly between his fingers, increasing the pressure of his stream, and aimed it directly at her pussy lips, trying to force them open with the pressure. He envisioned his large French cock entering her holiest of holies in the very near future, and wanted it suitably wet.

Both women swooned with pleasure at the wet, wild, wicked pleasure of the multiple streams of pee. They shuddered with pleasure, wiggled and wriggled in ecstasy, and flailed their arms uncontrollably. They swallowed all of the tasty bladder juice that they could capture, savoring the all-too fleeting pleasure of the all-out urine attack. Eventually, just before all six of the servants ran out of fuel, both women achieved thunderous orgasms, shuddering with pleasure and screaming in delight!

Beddy leapt up from her lounger, and flung herself on top of Jessica, mashing both pairs of their luscious boobies together. Her mouth sought Jessie's, and their tongues danced, tasting their combined collections of pee. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you, Jessie! Your servants give great Golden Showers!" They kissed for a few moments, Beddy sucking Jessica's tongue into her mouth and kneading it with her own tongue and teeth. Then she worked her way slowly down Jessica's body, licking up the tasty urinary nectar from every delightful crevice of her host's delicious flesh. She paid special attention to Jessica's wet, tasty pussy, of course, lapping up every drop of pee from between her puffy pink lips.

The six household servants stood nearby, watching the two lovers as they squealed in delight and licked sensuously at each other's moist bodies. They shrugged their casual French shoulders. "Américains!" they thought.

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Eventually, Beddy and Jessica stood up, glorious in their pee-soaked nakedness. The servants stood nearby, awaiting instructions.

"Thank you all," Jessica said. "You've all done very well. Now, go back inside and drink all the water you can. Come back in one hour. Chop chop!" She clapped her hands together. The servants filed back to the villa to resume their ordinary duties.

Beddy looked at Jessica and raised her eyebrows. "Well? How do you want to spend our hour?"

"Come with me," said Jessica, with a twinkle in her eyes. Together, they pulled the plastic cushions off of their lounge chairs and set them side by side on the pool deck, forming essentially a large double-bed sized pad.

"You have something naughty in mind, don't you, Jessie?" asked Beddy. "I like it already." She pressed her body up against Jessica's, and wrapped her arms around her waist. Their mouths met, and they kissed deeply, tongues dancing. They pressed their massive boobies together and massaged each others' backs and buttocks with their soft, groping hands.

Jessica raised her knee slightly, and pressed it between Beddy's legs. Beddy parted her thighs, accepting Jessica's invading leg. Jessica pressed it harder and harder against Beddy's already-wet crotch, massaging her pussy lips and her swollen clit. Beddy moaned in pleasure at the pressure on her sensitive genitalia.

"Oh, Jessie, you naughty girl!" she squealed. She knew exactly what Jessica had in mind.

Together, they lay down on the double sized pad, on their backs, pussies facing each other. They entwined their legs with each other, mashing their pussies together, and began slowly undulating their hips together. Beddy felt the heat of Jessica's beautiful pussy and her smooth, creamy thighs; Jessica felt Beddy's wonderful wetness and slick, smooth skin. They pressed and slid against each other, tribbing their genitals together and stimulating their bodies with the friction, heat, and rhythm. Up and down, side to side, and up and down went their hips, with the stimulation to their pussies increasing constantly. Beddy felt her nipples getting hard as rocks from the stimulation, and juice running out of her pussy, increasing the slickness of the rubbing motion. Jessica felt the heat of their combined bodies, and before long the sensuous rocking motion caused an intense pressure in her bladder.

Without missing a beat of her rocking, undulating hip motion, Jessica called out, "Beddy! I think I need to pee again!"

"Me too, Darling!" shouted Beddy. "Let it flow!"

Mashing and gyrating their pussies together all the harder, both women opened their urethras, and let the piss flow at maximum pressure! Beddy's pee arced up in a beautiful golden stream, coming down on Jessica's upturned face. Jessica's pungent nectar flew up, up, and over, landing all over Beddy's big, bouncing boobies. At the same time, their pussies reached critical mass from the tribbing, and their orgasms took them, shook them, and wracked their bodies with incredible waves of pleasure! They mashed their pussies together all the harder, causing the yellow streams of urine to spray hither and yon, soaking their cuddly, curvy bodies up, down, and everywhere at once!

Legs still interlocked, they lay on the pad, gasping and panting, and savoring the afterglow of their massive orgasms. But not for long. The hour was just about up, and the servants returned, once again full of water and waiting to serve their mistress.

Jessica leapt to her feet, and clapped her hands together sharply. "Are you all full of water? Ready to pee again? Excellent! Take off all your clothing, and come with us." She took Beddy by the hand, and led her back to the drain area near the shower. Both ladies knelt down, their faces right at crotch-level. Their beautiful naked bodies were glistening with sweat and urine; their chests heaved, causing their gorgeous bobbies and erect, crinkly nipples to bob in the sunlight. They knelt side by side, holding hands, their hearts racing in anticipation.

"Madeleine and Desiree," said Jessica to the two maids, "Please wait on the sidelines. I have plans for you in a few minutes. But you four men, form a circle, all around Beddy and me. I want you to pee on us for as long as you can. Soak us to the skin; our hair, our bodies, our mouths, our pussies and asses, everywhere!"

The four men formed a circle around the two naked, waiting American ladies, but there was a problem. The sight of the two naked, wanton, panting women, their proud boobies bobbing and their skin glistening with dampness, made the four man-servants instantly rock-hard! They could not pee at all!

"Mademoiselle Jessica," said Beaufort the butler, apologetically, "We are too, how you say it, erect? We cannot pee!" Jessica and Beddy glanced around the circle. Sure enough, all four of the men sported rock-hard stiffies, with glaring purple heads and popping blue veins up and down their shafts. There was no way they were going to pee in this condition!

"Oh, dear!" said Jessica, frowning. "Well, there's only one thing to do. Beddy, I'll take Beaufort. You take Gaston. Madeleine and Desiree, you please take care of Chauncey and Devereaux." With that, she knee-walked forward to Beaufort, planted her hands on his buttocks, and pulled him forward until his iron-stiff cock was engulfed in her talented, sucking mouth. She began slurping and sucking with all the talent that she had developed over her many years as a world-class cock-sucker.

Beddy crawled up to Gaston and inhaled his cock. She quickly had it poking down her throat, his hairy French balls resting on her chin. She massaged his balls with one hand, and poked a finger up his brown French butthole with the other. She sucked and licked and hoovered, twisting her head from side to side to increase the stimulation on his cock head.

Madeleine and Desiree, nowhere near as talented or as experienced in fellatio as the two Americans, nevertheless did their best to suck off Chauncey and Devereaux. They sucked and licked, nibbled and stroked, bobbed and caressed the cocks assigned to them. They weren't the world-class cock-sluts that Jessica and Beddy were, but they were French, after all, and therefore inherently talented in the ways of oral sex.

Before long, all four men were on the verge of cumming. Jessica sucked ever harder on Beaufort's throbbing cock, her talented throat muscles massaging his purple knob as her lips and tongue palpated his shaft and her fingers dug into his buttocks. Beddy swirled her prehensile tongue around Gaston's shaft, squeezed his heavy nutsack, and wiggled her finger deep in his anus. Madeleine pumped her head faster and faster up and down Chauncey's throbbing cock, and Desiree twisted her hands in opposite directions around Devereaux's enormous member as she sucked on his throbbing knob with all her might.

The all-out assault worked! All four Frenchmen grunted at once, and their four French cocks spurted huge white ropes of sperm down the four cum-gobbling throats! The ladies swallowed quickly, slurping down every drop of the creamy French sex-sauce, and then licking their assigned members clean as whistles.

The men all took two steps backwards, their de-pressurized dicks hanging limply between their hairy French thighs. Jessica and Beddy returned to the middle of the circle. The maids resumed their positions on the sidelines.

"Well," said Jessica, "Now that that is take care of, start peeing, s'il vous plaît!"

The four Frenchmen, their dicks limp with over-use, grabbed their meat-hoses and started spraying! They aimed their streams of golden nectar directly at Jessica and Beddy, soaking their hair, their faces, their beautiful bouncing boobies, their taut flat tummies, their shapely buttocks, their creamy thighs, their cute little tootsies, everything! Jessie and Beddy squealed in delight, gulping mouthfuls of the pungent pee when they could, reveling in the warm, splashing streams in between swallows, and just generally basking in the wonderful, wicked wetness of it all! The four men moved slowly back and forth around the circle, soaking the two women on all sides, aiming their pee-hoses at strategic places on the bodies of the two horny American sluts.

Wonderful as it was, of course, the pee-shower eventually came to an end. The four men did their best to shake out the last few drops at their giggling, horny targets, but in the end their wells were completely dry.

Jessica looked at them. "Thank you very much, gentlemen. You may go back to your regular duties in the house. Dismissed!" She clapped her hands smartly, and the four men filed back into the villa, their limp dicks waggling between their legs.

"What now, Jessie?" asked Beddy. Madeleine and Desiree still stood off to the side, wondering what their next assignment would be.

"Now we eat some French pussy, Beddy!" said Jessica with a giggle. "As much as I love snaking my tongue into your smooth snatch, darling, I have a hankering for some hairy Euro-twat! Madeleine! Desiree! Come here, darlings!"

 The two naked maids stepped forward. Beddy looked in wonder at their full, dark, European bushes. The curling tangles of pussy hair seemed so retro, compared to all of the clean-shaven American pussies that she was used to. The prospect of munching on these exotic, hirsute beavers had her getting horned up all over again. "Jessie, you're a genius!" she said.

"Oh, that's not all," Jessica said. "Ladies, as we eat your pussies, I want you to pee in our mouths, on our faces, and all over us. Understand?"

"Oui, Madame!" said Madeleine and Desiree together, as the kneeling Jessica and Beddy buried their faces in their respective crotches.

Beddy pressed her tongue deep into Desiree's lush, curly pubic patch, burrowing through the dense forest of hair to find the fat pussy lips underneath. Snaking her tongue up and down the length of the maid's lips, she could taste the tangy French dew seeping out from the inside. Desiree's hair tickled her nostrils, and the pungent aroma filled her head and made her nearly swoon. She ran her hands up and down the length of the maid's thighs, feeling the leg hair with her palms.

Jessica, meanwhile, pulled Madeleine's crotch to her own face, munching hungrily on the hairy valley between the maid's hips. She felt the coarse pussy hairs getting caught in her teeth, but she didn't care. The fuzzy, fragrant pussy was like no other she had ever enjoyed, and she was loving it.

The maids, as instructed, started to relax their bladders, and their pee soon began to flow. First in drips and drabs, and soon in full, forceful streams, their pungent pee flew out into the faces of the two American women, soaking their lips, coating their noses, and filling their mouths. Beddy and Jessica were in heaven, their mouths full of pee and their tongues tasting the tangy twats of the two hairy French maids, pussy sauce and urine soaking and coating their mouths, their faces, their chins, and their chests. They munched and swallowed, licked and tasted, moaned and shuddered in the incredible cacophony of textures, tastes, odors, and pleasures! Horny as hell, they each jammed a hand between their own legs, and sawed furiously on their own pussies as they munched and gnawed on the hairy, peeing, insanely sexy French pussies pressed into their faces!

Before long, Jessica and Beddy found themselves approaching yet another orgasm each, urged on by the texture of the pubic hair, the rubbery pussy lips, and the sweet, acrid flavor of the wonderful pee flowing all over their faces, along with their own manual stimulations of their overworked clits. "Jessie!" shouted Beddy, through a tangle of pussy hair, "I'm coming, darling! I'm coming.....!!"

"Me too, Beddy!" said Jessica. And sure enough, both women felt the waves and shocks of orgasms exploding from their groins, flowing through their chests and out their arms and legs, until they screamed in pleasure and fell to the floor, exhausted!

Looking up, Jessica saw Madeleine and Desiree still standing there, unfazed. "Thank you, ladies. You may go back to the house," she said. The two maids shrugged their shoulders and went back into the villa. They never would understand American women, they thought to themselves.

"Jessie," said Beddy, lying on the pool deck, completely spent, "I am so worn out, I don't know if I can even stand!"

"No need to stand, Beddy," said Jessica. "Roll over to the pad with me, okay?" The two women rolled and crawled back to the double lounge pads where they had tribbed earlier.

"I think I'm ready to pee again, Jessie," said Beddy. "How about you?"

Jessica also felt the pressure in her bladder. "Absolutely, darling!" she said. "Lie still."

As Beddy lay on her back, Jessica climbed on top of her, buried her face in Beddy's beautiful sopping pussy, and wrapped her arms around Beddy's thighs, pulling her tight. Jessica ground her own snatch down onto Beddy's face, which Beddy greedily began to lick and suck. Wiggling and thrusting their hips, and nibbling on each others' clits, both women relaxed their bladders and let their pee flow once more. Beddy felt Jessica's delicious urine flow down into her throat as she munched the precious nub of her clit, and licked up and down on the smooth, hairless pussy lips. Jessica sucked hard on Beddy's twat, as Beddy's stream of pee arched up into her face, her nostrils, and her mouth. Together, they sucked and nibbled each other to one more thunderous, earth-shaking, knee-knocking, pee-soaked orgasm!

Finally, they collapsed, rolling apart, and lay gasping on the pad, their chests heaving.

"Beddy?" said Jessica, between gasps.

"Yes, Darling?"

"You were right. You did know just what I needed!"

"Just going with the flow, darling. Just going with the flow!"

Dear Diary: Detention byDUCKLYNN©

 

Dear Diary,

I was late for 5th period after lunch and Mrs. Brown gave me detention. Tomorrow I have to spend time after school with whichever teacher could not figure away out of supervising detention. I hate being considered an adult in the eyes of the law but still being a child to school and to my parents. I have been 18 for almost 8 months, let me grow up.

Well I have a date with Jimmy tonight, maybe I will let him finger me again as I give him a hand job.

Tootels

Dear Diary,

I went over to Jimmy's like we planned. His older brother (hot as fuck) answered the door. Apparently Jimmy left with skanky Sara and told his brother to tell me it was over because I would not fuck him.

Well he can get crabs from skanky Sara.

Goodnight.

Dear Diary,

You remember me mentioning Jimmy's brother. Turns out he is the newest baseball coach, and on days the team has later practice he is on detention duty.

He was sitting at the front desk reading a novel. His black henley looked like it was sewn on him. The long sleeves molded to his arms and showed off his muscular chest. As he reads, a lock of dirty blonde hair falls forward onto his forehead.

When the time for detention starts I am the only one in the room. "Georgina?" He asked in his smooth tenor.

I told him to call me Gina. I asked if I could call him Aaron, since he had already broke-up with me. He chuckled and said I could.

He went back to his book. I kept looking at him, imagining his strong fingers gripping my breasts and sliding down to my pussy. I would tread my fingers through his hair. We would kiss.

I could feel my panties getting wet. I started to shift around in my seat. Aaron looked up and asked if I was ok. Deciding to be bold, something I never was, I told him I was not ok. I stood up and moved to his desk. I sat on the corner beside him. As he watched me I told him, last night his brother was supposed to make me cum, and ditched me, and now I am turned on and just want to feel something hard inside my pussy.

Aaron licked his lip and asked how old I was. I told him I was 18. He reached over and flipped my skirt up so he could see my wet panties. "Have you fucked before?" I told him the truth once before and not his brother.

Aaron had me unbutton my shirt. I also unclasped my bra since it was a front clasp. I know my breasts are not big but I like them.

He pulled me in front of him and spread my legs so he could slide between them. Aaron started sucking my nipple and squeezing the other. It felt so good. With his free hand he pulled my panties to the side and ran his finger through my pussy lips.

I could feel how wet I was as his finger glided through my folds and slid into my slit. He pushed it deep inside me. I was moaning as he fingered me.

Abruptly he stopped fingering me and playing with my breasts. Standing he shoved his black dress pants and underwear down. Holding my panties to the side still he rammed his cock deep inside me.

I had never felt anything so big in me. As I grabbed for his shoulders he pushed me flat on the desk. Aaron started pounding into me. My tits jiggling with each thrust.

Aaron's hand covered my mouth, I didn't realize I was moaning until then. It felt so good. His cock was going so deep inside me. I hooked my legs on his hips.

With a hard thrust I felt him come inside me. I was so close. I think he knew I hadn't found release yet and kept thrusting and used his free hand to rub my clit. The extra stimulation sent me over the edge. I screamed into his hand as I reached my orgasm.

As I sat up I could feel his sperm on my thighs. "You on birth control?" I told him no. He sat back in his chair and pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his cock getting hard again. "Good" was all he said as he started rocking his semi against my pussy, wet with both our juices.

Aaron started sucking on my neck and playing with my breasts. Was pinching and pulling my nipples, I never liked that until now. I felt his cock head push against my clit. I rocked harder against it loving the stimulation. I was about to cum when Aaron stopped me. Holding my hips he told me to stand up and turn around.

He lowered me so I was on his cock, my back to his chest, my legs spread over his. He went in so deep. Aaron started thrusting his hips up slamming his cock into me. I could not believe how good it felt. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he started rubbing my clit too.

My body was shaking as I reached the peak. I felt that warm rush of him coming in me again.

We sat like that a few minutes then Aaron started buttoning my shirt, and told me detention was over. But he didn't think I learned my lesson and would need me in detention again on Thursday.

I am looking forward to detention now.

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Baby Wets the Car bybabycuddlebunny©

 

All characters are 18+ this is a story involving a Daddy Dom and his little.

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Daddy and Baby are just finishing up a big shopping trip and Baby gets comfy in the car as Daddy puts the cart away. She had a big coffee while walking in the store and has just started to feel her bladder getting full. She doesn't say anything though because public bathrooms are just so icky and she would rather just hold it until they get home.

"Ready, baby girl?" Daddy asks, as he finally slides into the driver's seat.

"Yes, Daddy!" Baby replies, eager to get going.

The drive home isn't too far, only 20 minutes, but once they get to the highway they hit some unexpected traffic. Baby hopes its will clear up soon, her bladder has quickly filled up from the coffee and is bulging against her seat belt. She squirms around trying to relive some pressure. Daddy notices her wiggling.

"Baby did you remember to go to the bathroom before we left?" he asks with warning in his voice.

Baby is hesitant to answer, but she knows that Daddy already knows the answer.

"No, Daddy, I thought I could make it home."

"Well I hope you can little one, otherwise there's going to be trouble."

25 minutes pass and they've barely moved. Daddy checks his traffic app and says there's a big accident up ahead. Baby groans internally, knowing there's going to be an accident in the car as well. She squirms a bit more and looks around desperately for something she can relieve herself into if they don't start moving soon, but Daddy is a stickler for keeping the car clean and there's no empty cups or containers to be found. Daddy watches her with an amused smirk on his face.

"See Baby, you should always listen to Daddy. Don't you dare wet yourself in this car either, or you'll have two punishments coming. One for not listening and one for making a mess of my car."

Baby looks at daddy with panic in her eyes and her hands jammed between her skirt. She wishes she had gone to the bathroom like Daddy suggested before they left but she was feeling a bit naughty today.

15 more minutes pass and Baby feels like she might soon burst. She can hardly sit still anymore and she wiggles back and forth with her hands still jammed between her legs. Her bladder is desperately full at this point and she can feel small drops of pee beginning to escape into her panties, making them damper by the moment. The dam is opening and there's nothing she can do!

"Daddy I don't think I can hold it anymore." she whispers frantically as the droplets turn into a trickle.

"Well, Baby, I'm not going to have my seat ruined and you can't get out and pee in traffic so what do you want me to do?"

Baby doesn't reply, but whimpers and shakes as more piss begins to trickle out, soaking through her panties and into her hand. If she wasn't going to be punished for this the warmth and wetness would feel good. Daddy watches her for a moment before sighing and telling her to scoot her butt forward and try to keep it off the seat.

With each scoot forward the stream of urine gets stronger as her pee hole opens more and more. By the time her ass is clear of the seat Baby is pissing full force into her panties. She desperately pulls her now soaking panties to the side and holds her pussy lips open as the stream shoots from between her legs and sprays forcefully onto the glove box in front of her. Baby struggles to get her pee under control, watching as it rains down onto the plastic car mat. She enjoys the sound her piss makes as a puddle begins to form and she lets her head fall back, moaning with relief and pleasure. Her pussy is wet now from more than just her naughty pee and she is tempted to rub herself right there, not noticing that traffic finally has begun to move.

All too soon her shower slows to a trickle and she remembers the threat of punishment looming over her head. She glances with worry at Daddy but she can see a bulge already in his pants. He catches her looking and glares, telling her to prepare for her punishments when they get home. For now, the cooling puddle of piss soaking into her panties and toes is punishment enough.

Super Full Moon Fever byGoldenrodTN©

"It says here that a supermoon is a full moon that coincides with the perigee -- the closest that the moon comes to earth in its orbit. It says the moon appears to be about 14% larger and 30% brighter than when it's at the opposite end of its orbit. Which is called apogee, just in case you were wondering."

"How often does that happen?" he asked.

"Let's see, it says there are usually 3-4 a year -- we have 2 this year. I guess we missed the one in March."

"That was probably during one of our spring monsoons when the clouds were socked in," he replied.

"It says that the April full moon is called a Pink Moon, from the pink flowers that bloom in spring."

His thoughts flashed back to when he was a kid of 6 or 7; an Easter Sunday after church, playing in the yard behind his grandparents' house in spring -- the hillside was covered in creeping phlox. He chased after the yellow butterflies that flitted from flower to flower across the pink landscape. "Phlox" -- that was a word he didn't know at the time -- the local mountain term for these flowers was "thrift", probably because they could grow on poor soil and even cover up bare rocks.

"Wow," she added, "there are a bunch of names for the full moon in April: Sprouting Grass Moon, Fish Moon, Hare Moon, Egg Moon."

She put the phone down and they just stared at the moon for awhile.

They were sitting in the swing on the deck, barefooted and relaxed with drinks in hand, pleasantly tired. They had gone for a long hike in the mountains during the day -- over 12 miles, and had that tired but relaxed endorphin glow that comes after hard exercise, a hot shower, and a couple of beers. It was an early spring and was unseasonably warm; he was in shorts and a T-shirt and she had on a little sleeveless sundress for the first time since last September.

The moonlight was so bright it was almost eerie; like daylight in an alternate universe. He could probably read a book just from the light from the sky.

The day had been a brief vacation from the COVID-19 Apocalypse -- they did not listen to the radio on the drive up, and turned their phones off during the hike (which was redundant, since they had no cell signal in the mountains anyway), and did not have to stop for gas. The restaurants were all either closed or doing take-out only. They had chosen a remote trail away from major roads, and had not interacted with any other humans all day, other than as co-travelers on the highway. A pleasant day in an otherwise bizarre world.

She stood up and turned toward the east to get a better look at the moon, stretching her arms over her head as she worked out the kinks from the backpack straps. Her strawberry-blond hair looked almost white in this light, and he could tell she was braless from the generous side-boob visible in her loose-fitting dress. Beautiful woman, his wife.

Suddenly, he felt an overpowering urge to hold on to her, a psychological need to cling to her for dear life. And a physical need to be inside her, wrapped around her, to taste her, feel her body heat.

He stood up and embraced her from behind, cupping her soft breasts in both hands and burying his face in her hair.

"You're not doing a very good job of social distancing. You're liable to catch some of my germs," she said playfully.

"I've been fantasizing about getting some of your germs all day."

She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed as he felt her ass cheeks through the thin fabric. And kissed, and kissed some more...

"I've got another name for the April full moon," he said. "Boner Moon."

She giggled and cupped his crotch, finding his partial erection and stroking it to full arousal while he continued massaging her ass.

"Hey! You're getting awfully frisky," she said as he grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her head and tossed it onto the swing. He bent down and took one of her rosy pink nipples in his mouth and sucked it to attention, then licked a trail across her chest to the other one. He sucked and swirled his tongue around her nipple as she moaned and gripped his cock tighter through his shorts.

Both nipples jutted out as hard as marbles as he stepped back slightly to admire the view in the moonglow.

"I hate to interrupt the mood, but I need to go pee before we go any further," she said. "The beer is going through me."

His pause and mischievous grin clued her in on what was coming next: "Let me watch you pee."

"Oh, you pervert! I saw you peeking at me when I went behind the tree on the trail today."

"Just wanted to make sure you were safe from bears and snakes."

"Yeah, right."

"You knew I was a pervert before you married me. That's one of the things you love about me, remember?"

"So how are we going to do this? Do you want to follow me to the bathroom?"

"No, I want to watch you pee right here in the moonlight. I want to see you pee through your panties. Leave your panties on and pee right here on the deck."

"Boy, you're getting more perverted every day. You've been watching those PornHub videos behind my back, haven't you?"

"I assert my Fifth Amendment right not to answer that." He sat down on the seat of the picnic table and admired his wife standing a few feet away. Soft full breasts with erect pink nipples, blond hair cascading onto her shoulders, pale white skin with a few freckles on her arms and upper chest that he was surprised he could see even though it was nighttime. And panties so white they looked luminescent in the moonlight.

"I've really got to pee right now," she said. "Are you really going to make me wet my panties?"

"Please..."

She closed her eyes and spread her legs slightly apart.

He watched as a small dark spot appeared in the crotch of her panties and a few drops came through, then stopped.

She opened her eyes with an embarrassed look on her face. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

"Take your time. You look beautiful, by the way."

Holding his gaze, she looked at him for a few seconds and then he heard the pee hitting the deck boards with a loud splash. With a serene smile she closed her eyes and leaned back slightly, with hands on her hips. He focused on the beautiful, almost surreal sight before him: the white panties with the dark wet spot growing to cover the whole crotch, rivulets of pee escaping out the sides and running down the inside of her thighs, and the stream of piss coming straight out of the crotch of her panties and splashing loudly on the deck below. After a few seconds her panties were completely soaked through and pee had stopped seeping around the sides and down her legs; just one golden firehose stream of pee coming through the panties and pounding on the deck.

Finally, after what must have been 20 seconds of full blast peeing, the flow slowed to a trickle, then a few little squirts, then stopped. She half opened her eyes and looked at him in what seemed almost like a post-orgasmic blissful state.

"Was that what you wanted?" She asked.

In seconds, without a word, he shed his shorts and shirt and embraced her, his hard cock sliding into the wetness between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he clutched her ass cheeks and picked her up and moved them over to the edge of the picnic table and away from the puddle. He sat her feet down and kissed her passionately, holding her ass as his cock slid back and forth between her thighs, rubbing against the wet panties covering her pussy lips.

"I love you," he said spontaneously, and then kissed her again with no time for a reply.

Gently he turned her around to face the picnic table and knelt behind her as she leaned over the table, supporting herself with forearms and elbows as he admired the view from behind. Inches away from the beautiful wet panties, he could smell her pee faintly.

Grabbing the top of her panties, he slowly slid them down just a little, just enough to uncover her round ass cheeks and the treasures between them. She was a strawberry blond up top, but down here she was all strawberry -- her fiery pubes was one of the things that turned him on the most about his wife. Pink labia, pink asshole, red pubic hair; he had almost cum in his pants the first time these were revealed when they had first started dating.

A few droplets of pee still clung to her pubes, and they sparkled like tiny stars in the moonlight. His tongue went to her asshole first, because... well, because it was right there. And because it was so pretty and sexy and pink and tightly puckered -- licking her asshole had always been one of his favorite things. It was a good thing she enjoyed it too because he was going to do it anyway.

She moaned as his wet tongue probed and teased and tasted her tight little hole. She was clean but had that musky, earthy flavor and aroma that grabbed ahold of something ancient and primal in his sexual brain. He worked his way down below into her hair and her slit, leading with his nose and tasting the cool, salty, bitter taste of the leftover wetness from her pee, finally getting to the hot, tangy, slippery wetness of her pussy juices. His nose pushed into her cunt while his tongue did circles on her clit, and the moans got louder as she stretched out face down across the picnic table.

He was lost in a trance; for a long while nothing existed but the soft round buttocks in his hands, the wet, slick pussy lips, sweet little asshole, the sighs and moans of the love of his life, all bathed in a romantic moonglow...

"Please fuck me now," she whispered, (not unpleasantly) interrupting his trance.

He could tell she was building toward an orgasm, and although sometimes he ate her to a climax, she usually preferred being brought to the brink with oral stimulation, then fucked hard over the edge.

As he stood up it dawned on him that his cock had been rock hard ever since the first wet spot had appeared in her panties. With his hands on her hips and no need for assistance, his cock found her wet slit on its own and he slowly pushed into her tight, wet pussy, savoring the slow disappearance of his cock as her tight tunnel gripped it firmly. Finally, his full length was inside and they were joined in that intimate connection that humans had craved for thousands of years; in moonlight or daylight or darkness, in caves and open fields, in beds and backseats and on the dirt in front of campfires.

For awhile he just stayed still, groin to groin, pulling back on her hips, in awe that his whole cock was deep inside this beautiful woman and relishing the hot, tight, wet embrace of her body. Then she moved, pushing back against him, wanting more. He slowly withdrew, the juices coating his shaft glistening in the moonlight, until just the head was still inside, with her opening stretched tightly around it. Then a hard thrust all the way into her depths again, and now he couldn't stop, couldn't pause -- he was fucking her like his life depended on it, fucking her with pure animal instinct and lust, without thought or planning or awareness of anything else, just fucking.

She gripped the edges of the picnic table and whispered, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me! God that feels so good."

Her panties were pulled down just far enough for access to her entrance, and with every stroke his balls dragged across the top of the satiny panties, giving him an extra caress as his cock pounded in and out of her wet pussy. Hard and fast they fucked, and both were rushing toward an inevitable, unstoppable climax.

She got there first, suddenly, with a gasp as she bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts. "Oh yes, yessss, fuck!"

That sent him over the edge; his cum exploded deep inside her, even as he kept thrusting, kept pounding as spurt after spurt filled her and made a wet sloppy mess in her already wet pussy. He kept on fucking as she trembled and shook from her intense orgasm and finally relaxed and went limp across the top of the picnic table. Still, he kept pumping, his cock still rock hard and the final contractions of his prostate dribbling more semen into her depths.

Finally, he stopped thrusting and just stood there, his still-hard cock ensconced inside her. He looked at the moon, and felt a little woozy and unsteady. He was aware of the chorus frogs calling from the creek, and heard a lonesome train whistle from the tracks over a mile away. He softened a little, and his cock slipped from her pussy. She pushed herself off the picnic table and turned to embrace him. She kissed him, then they just held each other, arms wrapped around, softening cock against belly, panties still pulled down around her thighs.

"Oooh, you're dripping out of me," she said.

He looked down and saw a glob of semen in the crotch of her panties, as another long string dribbled down from her open pussy lips.

"That's what your porn sites call a creampie, I believe," she said.

"From where I'm standing, it looks more like a moonpie." He said.

She laughed, "Okay, pervert, we made a moonpie. And by the way, I love you too."

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Lynn Fancies a Ride, or Two Pt. 01 byTangledskein©

She pulled the pink 'G spot' vibrator from between her pulsing lips. Her large chest heaving as she tried to bring her breathing back under control. Giggling she ran the still buzzing, wet toy across her large brown nipples. In their erect state they almost caused her to have another orgasm. She clamped her thighs shut tightly, but that only seemed to make matters worse. God she was turned on this morning.

She switched off the toy, pausing to suck it into her mouth. Licking at her juices and enjoying the taste, made her want to dally at her self-pleasure even longer. She knew that she would not be able to play for the next few days; she was far too noisy when she came and her son was due back from college for the weekend. His room backed onto hers so she would just have to abstain for a bit. She could handle that couldn't she? "Ohh Sure I can," Lynn voiced, "Not." Feeling the way she did now, she knew that would be a tough ask. A very tough task.

Her euphoria was no doubt due to eagerly wanting to see her son. He had been away for a few months now and she missed him dearly. It just wasn't the same not having him, or her daughter about the house. Her euphoric moment was interrupted however, when she noticed the time. "Shit!" she voiced to the empty room. Lynn had been playing for too long. She had to be at the station to pick up Aaron in thirty minutes. No time for a shower now. She would barely have time to throw on some clothes and make-up!

As an organised woman, she had already picked her out-fit for the day, she just needed her undies. She slipped the toy back into her underwear draw and pulled out a matching bra and knicker set in pale pink. She loved the colour, and liked the way the bra supported her ample breasts whilst not being too visible beneath the summer dress. Slipping the panties up her long legs and pulling them tight to her pussy, she was very aware of how aroused she still was. And was equally worried that her leaking pussy would leave a wet patch, not just in her knickers but on her dress. However, it had taken her quite a while to pick this dress out. She didn't have time to change now. She popped her arms through the bra and loaded her breasts into it before securing the front clip.

Looking down at 'the girls', she smiled. They were a couple of assets she had always been pleased with. She had been worried that childbirth would change them. It had, they were fuller and firmer than ever, and as an added bonus, her nipples were larger and far more sensitive. What a result! Buttoning up the front of the summer dress, she starting at the middle, leaving one or two buttons undone at the top, and at the bottom. To better display her cleavage, and her long legs. She slipped on some heels and checked the clock. "Shit, I'm gonna be late!"

Lynn dashed a brush through her wavy brown hair, no time to do anything with it other than leave it loose. She delicately applied the minimal make-up that she used these days. In truth, not really needing to use any as her pale complexion was still that of a woman many years her junior. Her glossy lips the only real splash of colour on her face. Clattering down the stairs to the lower floor, she picked up the keys, that she had dropped on the table the previous night and unlocked the door to the garage, checking herself out in the mirror before closing the door behind her and jumping into the car.

Lynn pressed the remote to raise the main up and over door. The sunlight flooded into the garage causing Lynn to squint, until she slipped on her sunglasses. Hitting the start button, she floored the zippy automatic out into the early morning sun, heading in the direction of the train station. The garage door slowly closing behind her.

Lynn sang along to the songs on the radio as she journeyed the 30 minutes to her destination. Some of the songs she knew, but most she did not. Still that didn't stop her. Nothing could spoil her mood today. A three-orgasm start, followed by her son home for the weekend. Things could not be better. Parking the car, she hit the stop button and pulled down her sun visor to give herself a last check in the mirror. All looked better than good.

Opening the door, she slipped her legs out, noticing with a flash of thigh that a couple of buttons on the dress had popped open. She tutted to herself, remembering that this dress often did that, she was supposed to sew up the holes a little to tighten them up, but had forgotten all about it. Too late now. It was just her son anyway, who else was looking? As she sat on the edge of the car seat, she did the buttons back up, standing, she adjusted the dress, then casually brushed her hand behind her, feeling if the dress was wet or not. "Got away with it girl." She smiled, pleased that this mornings excitement was not fully visible to all. But in some ways a little disappointed too. That exhibitionist streak she had was just busting to get out.

She threw the door closed on the car and zapped the alarm, walking quickly away. She was only a few minutes late, so Aaron wouldn't be too mad with her. As she neared the entrance, she could see her tall young man standing talking to a stranger. Both having dropped their bags on the ground. They were laughing at something and it made Lynn stop and admire how handsome her son looked. Tall, broad across the shoulders, thin of waist. His wavy hair looking dishevelled. And his clothes, well as with most men, they had been thrown on, were not co-ordinated, and looked like they had not been pressed; ever. As she looked, she realised the young men were checking out the talent. A few of the young ladies seeming to respond favourably as they walked past. 'Yes', she thought to herself, Aaron was all grown-up now.

"And what may I ask are you two men doing?" She said in a voice full of mock severity. "I can see you checking out all these girls with their short skirts, or perhaps belts, is a better description!"

"Mom!" Aaron span around and grabbed Lynn in a bear of a hug. Pausing to kiss her fully on the lips. "Mom, its great to see you. You are looking fantastic, have you dropped some weight, you don't need to answer I can see you have? Now, let's not be too slutty aye." In his usual, full-on, all out enthusiasm with life in general, Aaron chastised his mother for having two buttons too many undone and revealing too much cleavage. He did them up for her explaining, "We don't want to scare off Clarky now do we?" He turned to the equally handsome young man beside him. "Mom, this is Clark. I know I didn't mention about bringing him over, but as 'sis' is still at college, I knew we had room, and knew you wouldn't mind?"

Lynn in a practised glance, appraised Clark. Very similar in build to her son, his sun-bleached hair and bold blue eyes was a stunning combination. He looked fit and in his prime. She found herself flushing and brushed away her son's hands from her chest. "Hello Clark, forgive my son, he's a prude! You are more than welcome to stay the weekend."

"Thanks Mrs. Walker, Aaron said you'd be cool."

"Come on then boys, let's get you home. I'm sure you could both use a shower and grab some breakfast."

The journey back was short and sweet. Aaron hardly stopping to breath between conversation. Clark was equally excitable; Lynn could see why the two of them had hit it off. As she moved to get back out of the car, she could see that one of the buttons covering her breasts had popped open again, obviously under the strain her full bust was putting on them, and the two wayward buttons lower down had come undone again. Clark was holding the door for her; Lynn could feel his young eyes burning into her thighs as she revealed her shapely legs. She smiled inwardly, pleased that despite all of the young girls both boys had been looking at this morning, she still held enough appeal for Clark to want to stare. "Why thank you Clark," she said rewarding him with a smile and of course more of her cleavage than he had seen earlier. "A proper gentleman, unlike some!" She pointedly looked across at Aaron.

"Sorry mom, hands were full with both bags."

Walking into the large family area, Arron dumped the bags on the couch. "I'll show Clark, Kelly's room. Then I'll grab a shower first and Clark can help you with the breakfast. Ok Clarky?"

"Sure thing, I'd love to help." Aaron disappear off and Clark turned to Lynn saying, what would you like me to do Mrs. Walker?"

"For starters," she said, bending down to get the frying pan out of the cupboard, unaware that she popped open another button at chest height in the process, "You will call me Lynn." As she stood, she had not noticed that her cleavage had been revealed further; that was until she saw where Clark was staring. The young man, full of testosterone, and the lusts of youth, simply unable to break eye contact; seemed entranced. As she put the pan down on the cooking hob, she reached up to secure the button, but the demon that was her own libido and that exhibitionist streak, stopped her.

Lynn's stomach was already churning and this radiated outwards, quickly setting fire to her other erogenous zones. Her pussy began to tingle, it had obviously not been satisfied with her 'play time' this morning and needed more. She lent forwards, sustaining the move for longer than she needed, grabbing the olive oil, at the same time giving Clark more to dribble over.

Eventually she spoke to Clark, "Er, my face is up here Clark. Didn't your mom ever tell you it is rude to stare?" Clark being caught in the blatant act of ogling his best friend's mother's boobs cherried up completely. "Sorry Mrs...sorry Lynn, I had something in my eye."

"More like two somethings young man," she teased. "If you could do the toast, bread is there, butter in the fridge, toaster here. I'll get some eggs, bacon, hash browns and beans on. You can keep an eye on the beans for me too. That ok?"

"Sure Lynn," Clark replied, beginning to rub his eye. "Just got to get this thing out of my eye first."

'More likely trying to persuade his erection to go down', Lynn thought to herself. But then thought, 'hark at me, thinking I am 'hot' enough to give this young man an erection, after all the girls he must be having sex with at college.' However, she knew that she could not resist having a look anyway, just in case... She smiled to herself and walked quickly around the counter to his side, so that he did not have chance to cover up; "Do you want me to have a look at it for you?" She put emphasis on the word 'it', purposefully.

"NO, no, it's fine now, but thank you." He got up and turned away from her, but not quickly enough. Her eyes widened at the large bulge in his pants. 'No wonder he was in a bit of discomfort, that thing looks fucking huge!' Lynn stood open mouthed for a little too long, contemplating both her pleasure at instigating the awakening of such a monster, but also what she would like to do with it. And perhaps more importantly how? One thing was for certain though, she had instigated an erection in this young man, which meant he felt she was 'hot'. Therefore, in her book and her current state of arousal, that was a 'green light'; there was no way he was going to leave at the end of the weekend without emptying his sperm into and onto her. That was a definite and if she was half the woman, she thought she was. It would be more than once too! The 'big tease' was on.

Lynn felt sexually invigorated. Her esteem had quadrupled. And this began to show. Her nipples were aching, she knew without looking that they would be clearly visible through her bra and light summer dress. Her stomach churned, her pussy was tingling so much, she would probably come if she touched a finger to it. God this young man had her in a state she had not been in for a while.

She tried to concentrate on the breakfast, as did Clark; both with their own personal set of struggles. For Clark, he was happy that his long shirt, which was untucked, covered his embarrassment, but for Lynn, his hungry eyes upon her body, specifically her breasts was making things hard, literally.

Within the somewhat tight confines of the kitchen, she bent down for another pan for the beans, her firm buttocks contacting Clark on the thigh. She turned and apologised, but then shortly afterwards she passed behind him, her breasts gently rubbed against his back. "Sorry Clark," she said to him, her eyes revealing that she meant anything but.

Aaron saved the day by coming out of the bathroom in just a towel. He was happy and confident with his body, and it was obvious that the two boys were used to each other, as they were sharing a room at college. Lynn admired her son even more. He had put on some muscle bulk since leaving home and looked supremely fit and healthy in the bloom of his youth. "Wow," Lynn said. You have been working out, haven't you?"

"Glad you noticed. Yeah, me and Clarky go to the gym on campus, oh I don't know, two or three times a week. That right Clarky?"

"Yeah, we are both the same body size, so can keep the weights on the machines the same. Makes it a competitive thing between us, which keeps the interest going."

"Well, not having seen what you look like Clark, I can only say that it is certainly an improvement Aaron. You are looking really good."

"Thanks mom. Now how is that breakfast doing?"

"Doing fine and nearly ready, time for Clark to have a quickie if he fancies it?" She looked meaningfully at Clark, not sure if he would get the innuendo. He flushed so evidently did.

"I left some towels out for you man," said Aaron. "It's piping hot so be careful."

"I can hold off for a little while, but then I'll be ready with it." Lynn knew she was being very close to the mark, but was enjoying her teasing. Aaron appeared oblivious and was trawling through his phone. "Er..." Clark did not know how to respond, so turned towards the bathroom. "I will be quick."

Aaron grabbed a stool and went to sit down. "You having breakfast in just a towel now Aaron?"

"Got nothing to hide mom, you've seen it all before." He smiled completely unconcerned.

"Yes, I have, though not for some years. And not sure I want to see it now and certainly not whilst I'm eating!" Lynn lied to them both. There was something inside her that wanted to see what he now looked like, though she would not admit it. 'Was he as large as Clark? Did they compare cocks as well as their muscles? Did they work their tools out together in foursomes with all the girls at college? Or maybe more than foursomes?' She remembered back to her days at college.

Aaron just laughed at her. And carried on with his conversation. "Could you grab some plates please dear? You know where they are?"

"Sure thing mom." As he swivelled from the stool, the inevitable happened and his towel dropped to the floor. Due to his text conversation with his current girlfriend, it was getting a little 'hot', his cock was slightly less than flaccid. "Aaron really, put it away will you!" Lynn's eyes had latched onto his cock immediately. Since she had last seen it, which to be fair was probably in his early teens, it had grown; phenomenally so. Lynn flushed with the realisation that she was impressed and if she were honest with herself; excited by the sight of her son's appendage. "Sorry mom. I'll grab some shorts after breakfast." He wrapped the towel about himself and sat down, just as Clark came out of the bathroom in the same shirt and slacks. Though the shirt was undone, showing off his chiselled 'six pack' and his tight-fitting slacks revealed to her well-practised eyes that he had not put his underwear back on.

"Well done Clark, come sit down next to Aaron and eat."

Lynn knew that her fanny had been leaking vaginal juice pretty much since she got up. And knew that her small panties must be sodden by now. She decided that a quick change before sitting down was probably prudent. So quickly excused herself before going to her bedroom and changing. She had not been wrong. Her knickers were soaking. "Naughty girl." She said to herself, picking out a fresh pair and putting them on. As she walked past the bathroom, she threw them in the washing basket, noting Aaron's dirty clothes on the floor. She returned to the kitchen.

They talked about how they were getting on at college and about the girls, the campus, rooms etc. All of which had gone over Lynn's head. She had sat down in between the two boys and could not decide where to allow her eyes to linger. Either way, she could think of nothing other than her increasing excitement. It had taken over her whole being. Her proposed abstinence would have to go out the window, because there was no way she could not masturbate tonight. She needed to more than anything. In fact, she wasn't certain she could make the day out!

"Mom, MOM!" Aaron broke Lynn from her private thoughts.

"Sorry Aaron, what were you saying?"

"I was saying that I need to meet Samantha at the mall. We haven't seen each other for a bit and she wants to catch up. Would you mind keeping Clarky company for a few hours?"

"Well of course not, but would he not prefer to tag along with you, maybe Samantha has a friend?"

"Sorry mom, not enough time to organise. But I promise I will only be a couple of hours. OK with you Clarky?"

"Sure buddy, no probs as I said before."

"Great!" He said, "I'll go grab some clothes and go, though perhaps I won't need them?!" He winked at Clark, who laughed.

"Er... I'm still here remember Aaron. I'm not sure I want to hear about your proposed debauchery!"

"You liar," he said laughing. "I bet you will be asking me all kinds of questions when I get back!"

"Off with you now!" Lynn said, laughing too. But before you go, clear up your dirty clothes and put them in the washing basket. I'll give them a wash later."

"Some of them are mine." Clark responded. "I'll do it, don't worry Aaron." The boys walked off together and left Lynn to clear away the breakfast things. As she finished up Aaron slid up behind her and gave her a hug, kissing her on the neck. She shivered in response, her body alive with endorphins, each nerve jangling, each hair follicle sensitive to touch or motion. Her skin erupted in goose bumps. "Love you mom and thanks." He held onto her a little longer and she found herself pushing her bum into his groin. His phone a hard shape in his pocket, reminiscent of an erection, was trapped between them. "You be good now."

"Always," he said. As he headed for the stairs, he grabbed his phone from his back pocket and began to send a message as he went down them. Lynn flushed again. 'His phone was in his back pocket, that would mean...?' She left the thought there and made some coffee for Clark and herself.

By the time the coffee was done, Clark had not materialised, so she went down the corridor to look for him. Sticking her head into the bathroom, she could see that he had picked up the washing and put it in the basket. She went to Kelly's room and was about to push the door open when she saw Clark's reflection in the wardrobe mirror. He was standing, holding onto his phone, swiping at the screen with his thumb. But what caught her attention and made her knees go weak, was he was naked. His cock was semi-erect and could clearly be seen to be a monster, even at this stage of its growth. As she held her breath, Lynn could see that he had her wet panties in his hand. She was both shocked and excited at the fact. He brought them up to his face and sniffed at her very private of scents.

His cock pulsed and with each pulse it grew in girth and in length. The circumcised appendage was soon at full strength, brought about by him licking upon her wet knickers before putting them in his mouth and sucking on them. Lynn put her hand to her mouth to stifle a moan. She had spilt some of the coffee in her hand, such was the tremble racking her body. Putting the cup down she quickly continued her voyeurism, not wishing to miss anything. Clark, with his hand now free, grabbed hold of his cock and started to wank himself. The eleven-inch weapon could have taken both Lynn's hands, still leaving room for another, or for something else? And it was thoughts of her doing the wanking that now ran through her head as she watched unashamedly.
 Clark moaned. He had obviously been turned on since breakfast. She knew that she had instigated that and the thought made her want to touch herself. But she knew that would give the game away, as she would orgasm instantly and loudly; of that there was no doubt. She was safer watching. Clark continued to wank upon his long shaft, his fingers every now and then slowing at the head to apply more gentle titillation. He slurped upon her panties noisily, and still flicked through his phone. Lynn was sure he was looking at porn too. He started to moan softly; his cock seemed even harder. She witnessed as a dribble of pre-come dropped to the bedroom floor, as he removed her panties from his mouth and wrapped them about his shiny plum shaped cock head. Wanking with more urgency, his body suddenly convulsed.

He thrust forwards into his closed hand and into her wet panties. She could see his come rising up along his pulsing shaft. On the third or fourth ejaculation, she wasn't sure which, her knickers were obviously full, for his come then spurted out onto the floor leaving thick sticky globs. Lynn panted. She had never had an orgasm that had not been physically induced by touch. But she was having one now. Both her hands were clamped over her mouth in a vain attempt at stopping her moans. She quickly moved away from the door and back down the corridor. Walking as if in water. Her legs unsteady and unwilling to move. Her vaginal lips rubbed against her, once more soaking panties, making things worse. She hurried down the stairs trying to put as much space between her and Clark.

By this stage her legs were jelly, she grasped the back of the large couch and pushed her groin into the hardened back. "Ooooh Goddd. Ohhh yesss. Oh, oh!" Lynn panted as the orgasm washed over her. It had been the most intense she had had in a long time. "Oooohhh that boy has a cock that I could use right now." Instead, she unbuttoned her dress to her groin and pushing her wet panties to one side slid two fingers into her dribbling cunt. "FUCK! OH FUCK!" She clamped her mouth again, not wanting Clark to hear her mirrored in the self-pleasure that she had recently witness.

She leaned further over the back of the couch so that she could almost 'ride' her hand when suddenly, she felt her dress being raised and laid across her back. "I have thought of nothing more than this, ever since Aaron sent me those photos of you. And it appears that watching me; no don't deny it I could see you in the mirror too; it appears that watching me has done this to you? Fair penance for what you have done to me since I arrived. Now my time for reward I think." Clark tugged at her panties, pulling them down to reveal her fingers deep inside her pussy. He pulled them down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to fully remove them. Then sniffing them, he put them on the back of the sofa.

Lynn, still bent over, looked behind her. "Clark?" She asked questioningly. "What are you doing? Ohhh my God Clark, you are enormous." Without ceremony Clark pushed the bulbous still come soaked head of his cock, forward until it contacted the folds of her wet valley. He held it there as it pulsed. "Clark? Clark, you cannot..." The pulsing of his cock at the entrance to her vagina, breaking down any false decorum.

"Oh, but I can. And what's more Lynn, I'm going to." He edged forwards, his thick cock pushing her lips wide as his shaft entered her vaginal canal. "I know that you want this as much as I do Lynn, so don't deny it."

"Ooooohhhhh FuuuCK! Ohhh Clark, my God he feels huge."

Clark edged forwards, pushing his erection deep within her until he was up to the hilt. Lynn had not had a real cock in a while, and certainly not one as large, or as virile as this one, for even longer. Her juices were already dripping to the floor in her arousal, and before she knew it, another orgasm erupted within her. "Huhhh, ummm, oh yeah, fuck me please. Fuck me with that fat cock of yours, oohhhhhhHH Clark. I'mmmm cominnnnng huh, huh, huh." She panted as he thrust the air from her lungs with each fucking motion. But he did not loose his seed. Instead he pulled upon her shoulders, standing her upright, then before he span her around he withdrew. Her eyes looked hungrily at his erection, slick with her juices. She watched as the phallus of flesh bobbed before her occasionally tapping her on the stomach.

With shaking hands, Clark undid the few remaining buttons on her dress and let it fall to the couch. Then he kissed her fully on the lips as he, with an experienced hand, popped the clip on her bra, allowing her very large breasts to tumble out into his hands. "Oh Lynn. My God they are beautiful, and the nipples!" He leant down and sucked the hard erections, biting them to the very point of pain before release. "They are better than I have fantasised about."

He knelt between her slightly open thighs and sticking out his tongue, gently teased her clitoris. It was by this stage very prevalent within her puffy folds. All of her nerve endings seemed to circumnavigate to the one single part of her body. As his tongue contacted it, she came again. She had long forgotten the pleasure that cunnilingus could give her. "Oh Fuck. That is sooooo good! Oh, lick me, lick me. Ummm. God, I want to suck that cock. I need it Clark, I need it in my mouth to taste, it to taste your come. She shook as the volcano erupting within her senses, took over her entire body.

Clark looked up to her smiling, his tongue still toying with her love bud. "All things come, to she who comes." He sort of paraphrased. Running his tongue along her cleft and into her vagina. Slurping upon her copious juices. He pulled back, biting upon her swollen outer labia, before putting his lips around her clitoris and sucking it into his mouth, simulating a blow-job upon the large erection.

"OOhhh," she moaned again loudly. "What the fuck are you doing to me? I... I...oh God I'm coming again!" Clark sucked and slurped, feeding on her juices as she squirted into his mouth. He had reached up and grasped a breast in each hand pinching the nipples mercilessly. "Ohhh Clark... you certainly...know ..how to hit...my, ohhhhh, my button!" Her body was shaking uncontrollably. Her breasts shook, her eyes were tightly closed, as wave upon wave of true sexual release washed over her.

"My turn now," Clark said, grabbing Lynn about the hips and spinning her over. He lined up his cock on her gapping cunt and drove in ruthlessly. Lynn screamed. Her head buzzed and her vision blurred. The girth of his weapon rasped upon her vaginal walls, his cock head touching her uterus with each inward trust. Her mouth was dry, so she licked her lips. Desperate to have his cock in her mouth, but not wanting to lose it from her very needy pussy. As he pounded into her, she closed her eyes again. Lost in the moment. Her body, her sex, completely taking over any mental reasoning. This was basic human/animal instinct being served here, and she cared not. Merely opened her mouth and screamed her pleasure at being fucked by a real cock, not a poor facsimile.

With her lips parted, she felt the hot silken head push between them and brush against her teeth. 'She must be delusional.' She thought, finally getting to suck on a cock. Her lips closed around the rock-hard phallus as it was slowly forced into her throat. She looked up to see Aaron smiling down at her as he pushed inch after exquisite inch of his large erection into her. Lynn could not stop this now even if she wanted to. These two men were having their way with her, and she was loving every fucking minute of it. Aaron leant forwards and grabbed hold of her swinging pendulous breasts and caressed them gently.

"I've been wanting to see how good you were at cock sucking for a long time mom. Ummm, all I can say is, I wish I had not wasted so much time in doing it. Lynn could feel her son's cock begin to harden further. She contracted her throat about his shaft and grabbed hold of his balls, squeezing them, before slipping a finger into his anus. "Christ mon!" Aaron ejaculated. Gout after gout of hot ejaculate squirted into her stomach as Aaron pulled out his cock. Lynn grasped hold of the spurting rod, slick with her saliva and wanked it dry. Come splatted on her face and shot into her hair. She licked upon the glans catching the last few glutinous strands and feeding them into her mouth. "Fuck mom, that was one of the most intense blow-jobs I have ever had."

"You taste fantastic." Was all she could say. Clark had pulled out of her cunt and stood beside Aaron. "Time for a change buddy?"

"You betcha!" Lynn wondered what she had let herself in for. But that thought turned to one of pure and utter lust, as she looked at the two equally sized cocks before her. Aaron then moved behind her and she felt his hot cock, unimpeded by his first ejaculation, stretch open her cunt lips and drive into her. Clark put his vaginal fluid-soaked cock onto her lips and equally pushed his head passed those lips. Lynn's tongue flicked along the long length as it entered her throat, as for the second time she deep-throated a young virile cock, full of semen.

Clark throat fucked Lynn, who moaned loudly as she sucked and slurped, occasionally gagging on the length and girth of his weapon. Her moans of pleasure stifled by a throatful. Her pussy aching to be filled with come. She wanted to feel it entering her womb as it spurted forth. She didn't wait long. Clark came first. Panting his cock pulsed rapidly, it was evident that he tried to hold on, waiting for Lynn to come, but her slavering upon his cock was too delicious. He pulled out of her throat. Her saliva in stringed rivulets from his cock to her lips, mixed with some of his pre-come and some of Aaron's ejaculate. "Wank my cock my little slut, wank me like your life depended on it."

"Of course..." Lynn panted as Aaron fucked her from behind, long powerful stoke after long powerful stroke. "Hhuh, huh, ooohhh, awwwwwaaahhh uugh, ughh, ooooohhh Aaron, this is so wrong, and yet...it feels so good, it has to be right. Ohhh...GGGGODDDD!" She had grasped Clark's cock in both hands and ran them expertly along its length. Occasionally sucking the plum-shaped head back into her mouth. He ejaculated without warning. Hitting Lynn fully across the mouth and cheek. Some going as far as her ear before dropping to the sofa.

Opening her mouth, she caught the next two spurts and swallowed the hot sticky nectar quickly. The next spurt shot over her head as she wanked hard, landing on her back and tangling in her brown wavy hair. She brushed her lips upon the opening to his urethra as the last few drops of ejaculate sprang forth, dropping to her chin and the sofa. With Clark done, she mopped up his come with her fingers and fed it into her mouth, sucking on her fingers as her orgasm, approached. "Fuck me son, oowwww, aaaaahhhh. Ohhhh fuck me! You are making your mommy come, oh baby, how does that feel? Ooohh Aaron, AARON, yes YES! Come for me, let me feel your come splash upon my womb. Fuck me like your whore. Fuck, oooh FUCK...YES, YES..."

"UghHH!" Was all Aaron said, as his seed spurted forth, in hot stream after hot stream, spraying deeply into her eager vagina. Lynn screamed in her pleasure. Never before had she been so totally fucked. Never before had she been abused by two cocks at once. And never before had those cocks been of the size that she had inside her now. Being fucked by her son, she realised, was the icing on the cake.

Aaron had pulled his still shooting cock out of Lynn's cunt and before the last few shots of ejaculate left his cock; he pushed the lubricated erection past her anal sphincter and into her arse. She felt his cock pulse in release as he filled her arse with his come. The pain of such a forced entry completing her final exhausting orgasm. The three fell on the couch. Thoroughly spent. Lynn was covered in the boy's semen. It dribbled onto her breasts, was in her hair, on her face and between her cunt lips. She smiled to herself as Aaron said to Clark. "See, I told you she would be one hell of a fuck, didn't I?"

"Yeah but I think she was better that we ever talked about. And ten times better than the pictures."

"Well I'm sure you can grab some more pictures now; mom will be more than happy. Then you can wank to those?"

"Pictures, what pictures?" Lynn looked at both boys.

"Well mom, you see Clarky is an art student, and well, I sent him some pictures of you during hols, you know in your swimsuit, shorts and stuff. Well Clarky is a dab hand at Photoshop see, and with my help has, shall we say increased the erotic nature of the pictures."

"What do you mean Aaron, Clark?"

"Show her Clarky, show her your "wank bank."

Clark went and got his phone, coyly showing Lynn the photos. She scrolled though picture upon picture of her in various poses naked. All of the pictures she remembered being taken. All in which she had been wearing clothes, but that clothing had been very cleverly removed by Clark, to make it look like Lynn was naked when they were taken. She had to admit they were very good and that she was looking quite 'hot' in them.

"Wait a minute," she said catching on. "Were these what you were wanking to earlier? I thought it was porn."

"It is porn mom. His porn. Since seeing these pics, he has been begging me to let him come home to see you. I think he just wanted to be able to wank in the house at the same time you are here. Getting to fuck you was a bonus aye Clarky?"

Clark grinned, "Fuck yeah!"

"You two arranged this...well I don't know what to say? As for bonus, Clark already has two pairs of my wet panties to take back with him. That should keep him going?"

"No, I don't think so mom, besides we still have tonight and tomorrow to give you some more... attention, then we are off again in three months for six weeks. Do you think you can handle that?"

"God help me," Lynn laughed. I will certainly do my best. I can't have all of that delicious come going to waste, now can I?" They all joined in with laughing. "Anyway, I need a shower, gotta look good for tonight, I've got this really sexy lingerie..."

"Mom, you are so hot."

Aaron, Clark...now you put those things away...my God, I can't believe you're getting stiff again! I'm gonna need a rest before tonight! With that, she left the young men and their hard-ons to get ready for the next session...

The Panty Wetter - Part One

Chloe, at twenty-five years of age, had just ended her first serious relationship and was adrift in more ways than one. Answering her sexual needs without somebody else to stimulate her physical desires had seen her taking to the internet in search of first dating sites, and then, after despairing of the obvious fake postings, had then taken to the fetish sites.
She needed something out of the ordinary to re-energise her sex drive and get her out of the slump that her post-breakup had triggered. The answer, however, was not something new and outrageous but rather a stirring of an old passion…
Chloe had hit puberty before her parents had provided the necessary briefing on the birds and bees. This had entailed an awaking of strange desires and no knowledge with which to steer them. She recalled how her trips to the toilet had become more of a thrill as she found more and more ways with which to be naughty, something that stirred her hormones and led to an orgasmic release afterwards.
Her very first thrill had been a short but highly stimulating pee over the toilet edge, sending her hot flowing stream to splatter down over the tiled bathroom floor. This delicious naughtiness had led to a whole host of exploratory areas with which to pee around her home and garden (including the shed which soon became her personal toilet) and then on to something most new and unexpected.
The thrill of peeing in naughty locations had often seen Chloe purposely loading her bladder in preparation for her next secret wee. This had been the case on the unfortunate day when her bus home had become stuck in traffic and Chloe had become increasingly desperate to release her pent up pee. She had whimpered and squirmed in her seat but finally, there had been no option left but to answer her need, and an amazingly hot bloom of piss had flooded directly into her panties.
It was a moment that would live with her forever, her initial feeling of horror and revolution quickly transformed into erotic arousal as she had continued to squirt more and more of her hot piss into her underwear. It had been so incredibly warm, the flowing wetness expanding around her parted pussy lips as she continued her desperate relief, her spent urine seeping out of her panties in twin, messy streams around her creamy thighs, soaking the bottom of her skirt as her pee flowed down her legs. It had been a fortunate matter that her route home was a less popular one and as a result, she had been sitting alone on the backseat.
Nobody had been on hand to witness her impromptu toilet, her hot piss thoroughly soaking the material of her thin panties. A small puddle had formed on the floor even as her pee continued to flow from her open pussy hole, the sensation of the hot wetness flowing around her muff an unbelievable thrill.
Even when she had reached the point in her pee when she could have held onto the remaining amount, she kept on pissing.
She had never imagined that wetting herself or deliberating pissing into her panties could be so much fun. It had been a massive disappointment when her flow had begun to wane, the strength of her exiting piss stream losing force. The hotness around her muff had diminished as she finished her leak yet there was still a while to go before the bus would reach her stop. With her naughty deed undertaken it was time to think about what to do next.
She managed to slip from her sodden panties without any of the bus’s other occupants even beginning to suspect what had occurred on the backseat. Chloe had then allowed her piss saturated underwear drop to the large pee puddle on the stained floor, staring at the mess with the memories of the experience replaying in her mind. Desperate for another thrill she had quickly grabbed her water bottle from her bag and took repeated mouthfuls until it was empty. She had then waited with urgent expectation, desperately hoping that her bladder would fill before she reached her stop.
Luck had been with her and Chloe had added to her afternoon delights with a new pee, this time squirting her urine stream out from her uncovered muff, and playing her flowing piss fountain over her sodden stained panties lying in her original puddle. Once again, nobody noticed her naughty deeds at the back of her bus, her hormones racing as she gleefully watched her pussy fountain playing over her sodden panties and making her piss puddle grow ever larger.
She had only just finished her wee in time as her stop arrived, fleeing the bus with the back of her skirt still stained from her original toilet. It was this coupled with the evidence she had left behind that her seen her catching a new bus on an entirely different route, adding many minutes to her daily journey.
This experience had left a lingering impression on Chloe who, from that point onwards, (at least for a couple of years) had taken to visiting the toilet without removing her panties, purposely emptying her pussy into her underwear whilst revelling in the orgasmic thrill of the act coupled with the amazing heat of her pee as it blossomed into her panties and ran down her legs.
Now, back in the present, Chloe was determined to try out her old fetish and was determined to stock up her underwear drawer with a selection of new panties to discover which would be her favourite to pee into.

In the next instalment, join Chloe on her trip to the posh outof-town shopping mall as she sets out on her exciting mission and discover just what she gets up to when temptation proves too much in the changing cubicle
Tags: toilet, shower, pee, naughty, piss, golden, desperation, panty, wetting, urine, slash, wee, leak

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