After the pub - story of a wet woman

 Hi, this is my first attempt at fiction in years, so be kind! Let me know if you think it's worth continuing. I hope it's not too long winded!

We had spent much of the afternoon in the pub, Kate and I. Several pints of beer and a couple of shots had done their work. We were both buzzing, but not drunk, and both of us were desperate for the toilet. But neither of us went before leaving the pub. That would have been a waste!

It was only a short walk to Kate�s house, and the route took us along a narrow path and through a small wood. Not many people went that way.

I had met Kate six months earlier, and we had discovered our mutual lust for pee play. Kate loves to hold until she can stand it no longer, and has to piss helplessly in whatever clothes she is wearing. Wetting herself is a wonderful turn on for her and always makes her cum so hard. For my part, I have always loved women peeing, particularly - but not exclusively! - if they haven�t taken their pants, tights or jeans down first. If I�m somewhere underneath when it happens, so much the better! Kate has also shown me some uses for my own pee which I hadn�t thought of till I met her.

Today Kate was dressed in a white hoodie, a denim mini skirt and black tights. She looked completely desirable, and I love it that she wears such ordinary, innocent-looking yet incredibly sexy clothes. No-one would guess the filthy fun she was planning. In the pub I had begged her to tell me what panties she was wearing, and in the end she had whispered �White� and given me a quick flash, parting her legs and flipping her skirt up for a second, letting me see through her tights the swell of her pussy in the white cotton front of her pants. I had been semi-hard from that moment.

We were soon on the path, and out of earshot of the pub garden. Kate said, �My bladder is hurting, it�s so full of piss. I�m going to have to go soon.�

�Why didn�t you go before we left the pub?� I knew the answer perfectly well! �You should have used the pub toilet.�

�Yes I know, but that�s no use now, is it? I think I�m going to piss myself, I need to go so much.�

�Can�t you hold it till we get back to yours?�

�No, I can�t. You don�t understand. I am desperate to go. I�m squeezing it in � oh god, it nearly came out then, I only just managed to hold it. I think I�m going to have to pee my knickers!�

By now we were going through the wood. Halfway along a gate takes you into a field behind the wood and without discussion we went through and were out of sight from the path.

Here Kate, my lovely wetwoman, grabbed me and we kissed passionately, rubbing our hurting crotches against each other. I was now hard � who wouldn�t be with such a sexy companion and her dirty piss-talk? - but my bladder still ached with pee need. Kate whispered, �I�m going to have to piss my pants. Do you know how hot that idea makes me? My pussy is dripping and I haven�t even done it yet. Oh I love wetting myself, it makes me so hot.�

She put a hand under skirt and pressed herself, holding on to her pee and rubbing her horny pussy at the same time. �Oh I�m such a dirty girl, I�m going to piss my panties and I love it! Only a dirty girl would get off on wetting herself, I�m such a slut.�

�Kate� I moaned, �you�re the filthiest little panty-wetting slut I ever heard of. You�re going to piss your panties and it makes you so hot you have to rub your pussy.�

�Oh my god, I am so desperate. I can�t hold it any more. Oh I am just going to have to pee my pants. Oh it�s so hot, pissing my pants. I really want to, it makes me so horny.�

Kate did a little dance as she tried to hold her wee for a bit longer, to make the desperation last. But it was clear she couldn�t hold out for long now. Soon she was going to wet herself whether she liked it or not.

�Kate, let me see you pee your pants, I want to see that so much� I said. I don�t know which of us is more turned on when Kate wets herself. I had a hurting erection from watching Kate�s desperate state, and I badly needed to pee myself. I gripped my cock through my trousers to deal with both problems.

�Oh it�s happening now, my wee is coming�, groaned Kate. �Oh it�s so hot, I�m going to piss my pants�.

�Lift up your skirt, let me see� I begged. She pulled up the front of her denim skirt, showing me the front of her panties through the black tights. �Oh I�m going to piss myself, Look at my little white pants, watch them�, she moaned. �Here it comes, oh I can feel it in my panties, it�s all coming out, so warm. God it�s so horny.�

I concentrated my gaze on her panty-covered crotch. At first, nothing. Then a darker patch appeared just where the pants disappeared between her legs. It spread rapidly up her panty-crotch. For a second, no more. Then the saturated cloth gave way and the lovely stream burst through. Some of the delicious liquid poured out of the middle of her pants, while two streams escaped from either side. None of the streams got far before they met her tights. The middle stream soon soaked through this obstacle as well, A loud pattering began as the pee broke into a spray of drops and hit the grass. The side streams ran all down Kate�s beautiful tight-covered legs, soaking the sheer material and dripping into her boots.

I was transfixed by the wonderful sight, and did not hesitate to tell her how hot it was. For her part she was quite beside herself, pouring out a torrent of words. �Oh I�m pissing myself, I�m going in my panties. Oh so lovely, lovely warm piss in my knickers, oh it�s so hot, piss all down my legs. That makes me so hot, peeing myself, wetting my pants.�

The flow seemed never-ending. So much hot pee Kate had stored up, that she pissed in her panties for over a minute. I had to get my cock out, it hurt so much. �Look what you�re doing to me Kate, pissing your pants like that. You�ve given me such a hard on it hurts. You�re such a lovely, dirty pissing bitch!�

�Oh yes, I�m glad I make you so horny when I pee myself, because it makes me as hot as fuck. A big fat cock is what I need now.� Her flow was finally slowing, the continuous stream dying to a torrent of drips. Her lower body was a mess, the most beautiful mess imaginable. Piss glistened on her legs and continued to drip from her crotch. She dropped her skirt and pushed me in the chest. �Lie down, lover boy. Lie down in my puddle�.

I had no choice but to obey, not that I had the slightest thought of doing anything else. I lay where her golden stream had soaked the ground, her spent piss soaking the back of my shirt. She knelt with her legs either side of my head, leaning forward to grasp my aching cock. Her soaking crotch was over my face, and you can be sure I did not reject this wonderful gift from her. I buried my face in the steamy, dripping warmth between her legs. Having smeared my face with her luscious liquid, I licked at her tights to get as much of the beautiful pee into my mouth as I could. Meanwhile she used her hand and tongue on my rigid cock, making me, if possible, even readier for her.

In between her attention to my erection, she told me how badly she needed a stiff, fat cock in her tight, soaking pussy. �When I�ve peed my panties, I need to come. I need to fuck someone till I come. If you won�t fuck me, I shall have to wank myself off, I shall have to rub my pussy till I come.�

�Don�t worry, there�ll be no problem, you�ve made me so hard.� My voice was a bit muffled as my face was still buried between her beautiful thighs, pushing at the tights material to try to reach the saturated cloth of her panties. So much lovely wee was there that I hadn�t got to yet! �I�m sure I can help you. And don�t forget I haven�t peed yet. My bladder is so full I think I could even piss through the hard on you�ve given me.�

Kate shivered with delight. She knew just what I meant.

To be continued? Or not?

Morning Romp

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pretext: We're both sitting on the couch watching the news and drinking our coffee. You've been turned on needing me since the night before because both of us were exhausted and couldn't stay awake. I've been turned on since the night before because I'm just always wanting you.

You turn the tv off and turn to me, cuddling against my chest and talking to me about our day. Your hand slides under my shirt as we sit together, our usual watching tv position. My hand is resting on the back of your neck, rubbing comfortingly with my thumb the way you love. We talk about what we need to do, what we want to eat, the usual banter that gets us through our breakfast. Your hand slowly starts to stroke up and down my chest, gently rubbing my nipple when you reach it, settling deeper into my arms. Your warm sweater tickling my skin and your distracted touch start to have an affect on me. You watch me start to harden in my night boxers, aware again of the wetness dampening your panties. Early in our relationship you were embarrassed about how wet you became when turned on. I like to think my absolute obsession with your scent, your taste, and the feeling of your warm wetness gripping me when we made love has made you more comfortable with it.

I feel the material of my boxers scratching gently against my growing hardness. Knowing the effect my touch has on you, I reach my hand down the comically large neck opening of your sweater and stroke your back, letting you feel my forearm slide up and down your back while my stubby calloused fingertips scratch at your side. A satisfied smile crosses my lips as I feel your breath catch and deepen, your legs just barely sliding against each other in time with my slow movements. Seeing your almost imperceptible squirm, I chastise us for last night's laziness. Your palm against my chest lifts so just your fingertips are now exploring my skin, tracking over the still-forming abs under the still-receding fat. Climbing up my chest, you raise your face to meet mine, kissing my cheek and asking me to play you.

It's a cute reference to some our favorite things. yours being the way my hands play the guitar and piano, and mine being the musical moans I can extract from your willing body with said hands. I know it takes a little courage for you to ask for sensual delights from me, even after all these years together, but I love the way the words leave your lips. My hand slides further down your back, your body snaking closer to mine as you curl your legs under you and my palm settles on your cheek, covered only in your cheeky panties. Ugh. In younger years I was an absolute boob-boy, but we both know you have long since grown me into your ass-man. You lovingly turn my face to meet yours and our lips lock together in warm wet kisses, your hand cupping the muscles of my chest again as mine massages and teases your ass. You begin a slow rocking grind, your hips pressing back into my hand, and your chest pressing into my side, demanding attention beyond the teasing friction of your sweater against your breasts. Pulling your lips from mine you once again ask me to play you, ever so slightly more needy this time. I can't resist you, especially not when you're like this.

I reach further down, this time making my way into your panties, and sliding my finger slowly down between your cheeks. The embarrassing sensitivity between them is enough to make you arch your back a little more and giggle as my finger slides past quickly and reaches your soaked lips. Your soft whimper tells me just how much you need me, your mouth absently settling against my neck kissing me when you remember where you are, and hanging sweetly open when you lose yourself to my touch. I stroke against your lips, all the way down to your clit and back up, spreading your wetness over them from your center. Dipping between them, I stroke your inner lips and kiss your forehead, smiling at just how much I can love and lust after you all at once. Your fingers have started to grip my chest and side as your pleasure builds, not yet rushing towards orgasm. I slip my finger as deep into you as I can reach, causing my palm to flatten against your cheek and grip you possessively. Over and over I finger you deeply and slowly, your wet, sultry kisses on my neck only encouraging me.

Slowly you start to rock with my fingers, the wet lace of your panties teasing your clit with unfair gentleness. The first of your purest, lust filled whimpers catches my ear as I slide a second finger into you, the others resting against your lips for you to feel. Together we build you closer, until your hand drops from my chest and gently grips my rock hard cock. You moan wantonly, demanding my lips and kissing me deeply, bottoming out on my fingers and gripping my fingers with your walls. Insistently you whisper to me to push your panties off, lifting your hips to help me. Concurrently, you open the button containing my hardness inside my boxers and engulf me fully in your warm, wet mouth, sucking me slowly, gently, deeply just as my fingers made love to you. By the time I've pushed the panties down your cheeks and struggled to get them off of your legs, you have me letting out the first of my moans. My other hand finds its way to your face, touching your cheek, neck, hair, showing you my affection and encouraging you wordlessly. You give my hardness a few more slow, soaking wet moments in mouth, and pull off as quickly as you first took me in, climbing onto me and kissing me deeply before I can protest.

You take my hands and guide them to your cheeks to hold you, spread them, and lower you onto my hardness. Your arms wrap innocently around my neck, as if we were just a pair of freshmen making out and petting for the first time. Slowly I lower you, both of us losing track of our kiss and moaning into each others mouths, slowly accepting our hot, soaking wet mating. Cursing me sweetly, you start to slowly ride me, kissing me lovingly as we moan and whimper for each other. My hands leave your ass, one gripping your side to keep pace while the other slides up your back to pull you close to me. We rock together intimately, your wetness sliding all the way up and down me, keeping our slow, languid pace. Your moans slowly become littered with the curses you refuse to utter except when we make love. I can feel you further soak me in your need, pressing all the way down onto me as I roll my hips forward. Your head throws back and immediately I lean forward to kiss your neck, knowing just what buttons you love pressed. My teeth graze against your tensed neck muscles between kisses, and your hips grinding deep into mine. I grip your hips once again, and hold you down onto my hardness, and rock my hips into you, grinding your clit as your hair falls over my face again, locking lips and kissing your moans into me.

Your moans peak again when I reach between your legs, my fingers stroking your lips around my cock, gathering our wetness and slowly bringing it back between your cheeks. You shiver as my wet fingertips glide over your rosebud, whimpering in your embarrassed pleasure and whispering insistently that you're close. Loving, giving, beautiful lover that you are you ask me how close I am, whimpering in frustration and desire when I tell you I'm building but not quite there yet. Refusing to cum alone, you reach out onto the couch and grab your soaked panties, fumbling with them so the soaked center is visible and desperately gaze into my eyes. You bring them to my nose, knowing how well you've conditioned my body to your sweet sweet scent, and moaning desperately into my ear, begging me to cum with you. You know me so fucking well, and within a few deep thrusts, I've joined you on the edge, moaning into your underwear how close I am, your perfect scent pressing buttons that nothing else can.

Your soaked panties leave traces of your wetness against my lips and nose, but still you unabashedly kiss me, whimpering as you lose the last of your control. My hands spread your cheeks and pull you down onto me as your orgasm crests, and your face falls beside mine again, letting me hear the sweet symphony of your release. Unable to hold back anymore, I shamelessly take hold of your hand with your underwear and guide it back to my nose. Inhaling your scent, hearing your moans, and feeling your pleasure through my aching shaft, I explode inside you, throbbing over and over again as we cum together, grinding and rocking through our mutual release. My moans spur you through another orgasm on the back of the first, wrapping both arms around my neck and kissing me slowly and sweetly as you grind through your second one.

Long minutes later, our panting breaths and quiet noises turn into giggles and laughter. We take stock of the sweaty heap we're in, my boxers drenched in the mess of our lovemaking. We make our sweet cuddling jabs about the effects of my fingers against your rosebud, or your panties against my nose, and between kisses we share the ever present 'I love you's. It's time we showered and checked into work.

Examination Desperation

 

Note: The students in this story are at the end of their senior year of high school. They have all turned 18.

All libraries are quiet. But today the library at Darlingdale Senior High School is especially quiet as the calculus students sit their university entrance exam. The long desks in front of the reception at which students normally sit to study have been cleared away and replaced with classroom desks spaced evenly apart. In the front row a young woman wearing the uniform plaid skirt and blue blazer is squirming in her chair. She raises her hand.

Mrs Hope, the calculus teacher, rises from her seat behind the reception desk and approaches the girl. "What's wrong?" she whispers.

"Can I please go to the toilet?"

She crouches so that her head is level with the young woman's. "No. You were told before the exam that bathroom breaks wouldn't be allowed. You'll have to hold it."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

Mrs Hope returns to her seat.

The young woman turns her attention back to the exam, but it soon wanders back to her full bladder. She looks up at the wall clock. Only twenty minutes into the exam. Two hours and forty minutes to go.

She silently curses herself for drinking so much coffee this morning. But she needed the coffee to wake herself up. She didn't sleep at all last night, because she was so nervous about today's exam. Her entire future is riding on it.

She silently chides herself for letting her thoughts wander. She resolves to get a good score on this test ― good enough to get her into the university of her choice, into the courses of her choice. Into the career of her choice. She refocuses on the exam, writing faster to make up for the lost time.

She doesn't realise it, but she oozes desperation. She is sitting with her legs tightly crossed, biting her lower lip. Her foot is tapping on the carpeted floor. Her plastic chair creaks as she rocks back and forth. It's not long before she loses concentration again.

Over the next few minutes she comes to realise that she's not going to get a good score on this test if she doesn't empty her bladder soon. It's too much of a distraction. She plucks up the courage to raise her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over. "What is it this time?"

"I know you said no before, and please don't be angry with me, but I need to go to the loo. Can you please make an exception in my case? Please?"

"No, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm bound by school policy. There's nothing I can do, I'm afraid. You should've gone before the exam." She shrugs her shoulders and returns to her desk.

Bitch! the young woman thinks but doesn't say. She didn't go before the exam, because her car had trouble starting this morning and she only pulled into the school parking lot two minutes before commencement.

She sighs. She now knows she's not going to get the score she was hoping for. She will have to be content with a pass. That is her new goal. And she sets about achieving it. Her brows furrow in concentration as she reads the questions and writes down the answers.

Yet not twenty minutes later ― twenty minutes of crossing and uncrossing her legs, of blowing through puckered lips, of pressing her hand to her crotch, of shifting her position on her chair ― she raises her hand again.

Mrs Hope comes over again, visibly annoyed. "Yes?"

"Look, I have to go to the toilet. What happens if I just walk out and go?"

"Then you will automatically fail."

"Fail? Can't I arrange to take the test at some other time or something?"

"No, you can't. I suggest you get back to work and stop distracting those around you with these interruptions. Uh! I don't want to hear any more from you!"

"But Mrs Hope, I will fail the test anyway if I can't go."

She is already walking away and doesn't respond.

The young woman doesn't know what to do. She doesn't think she can hang on till the end of the exam, but even if she can, she doesn't think she'll pass, not with her bladder distracting her like this. One thing she does know is that she cannot fail this exam. She may or may not be able to hang on till the end, but if she walks out on this exam, she will definitely fail. And so she stays.

She continues with her exam as best she can, though she frequently has to stop writing to concentrate on holding her bladder; continues for forty minutes.

Then a tear runs down the young woman's cheek. A stream of pee hits her chair with a sound reminiscent of tap water running into a bucket. Owing to the quiet environment, everyone in the library can hear it. The stream continues for over a minute. During this time the young woman, in denial, keeps writing.

But when the snickers start among those sitting near her, the reality of what she's done hits her. She runs out of the library, ignoring the increasing laughter, runs to her car, and drives home, not caring that she will fail her exam and not be able to go to university.

When she arrives home, her mother, having heard the car pull up, stops her housecleaning and runs to meet her at the front door. "You're back early. How did it go?" She sees she is crying. "Are you all right, darling? What happened?"

"Mum, I wet my pants! In class. I didn't finish my exam; I'm sorry!"

"What? So what happens now? Do you take it another time?"

"No, Mum. I automatically fail. I won't be able to get into uni." She cries harder.

"Oh. And I suppose you now expect us to pay for you to repeat your senior year. Well, I can assure you that won't be happening. We gave you your chance, you blew it. Live with the consequences!"

The young woman has stopped crying. She looks at her mother with an expression of growing bewilderment.

"And another thing: if you want me to let you into this house, you're going to have to march straight to the place that used to be your naughty corner when you were little and sit there with your panties over your head until they dry out. If you're going to behave like a child, I'll treat you like one!"

Speechless, the young woman hesitates only a moment before taking off her panties and pulling them over head. They are white and the material is see-through where it is wet. She positions them so that she can see through the leg openings. The centre of the wet patch is right under her nostrils.

Her mother stands aside, and she makes her way to the naughty corner, thinking, One day, Mrs Hope, this'll be you! I swear it!

Debra held her bursting bladder on the bus going to her friend's house

 

Last summer I was visiting my cousin in America and I had gone out alone for the day to look around some museum, I had been drinking a few sodas because over in England we don't have sodas, well not like they do there anyway, I'd also been eating ice creams too, so by the time I was ready to leave I really needed to go to the bathroom pretty badly, but the place was closing and I wasn't able to find the bathrooms, so I thought I'd wait until I got to the bus station which was about half a mile away.

BUT, I guess I must've under estimated my need because I was finding my desperation increasing with every painful step I took, I could feel my bladder straining as I fought to keep control, I thought I'd never get to that bus park! Several times I found myself needing to suddenly stop and cross my legs or (even worse) need to frantically hold myself in publiic for a second or two until the urges died down enough to continue, it wasn't easy and because of my needing to take baby steps a lot of the time and having to keep on stopping, it took me a lot longer to get to the bus park than I had allowed, oh I was so pleased to see the entrance sign to the bus station, so pleased in fact that I automatically relaxed . . . this was a big mistake as an almost uncontrollable urge hit me and it took every bit of effort to keep my bladder under control, I was almost wetting myself! I was looking very smart in my short black dress with a nice white top and underneath I was wearing a skimpy pair of black nylon panties, I really didn't want to show myself up by wetting in public!

I felt every painful bump in that road, my muscles were working overtime to hold on

When I got to the bus station, I was so glad to see the sign ahead to the Ladies' bathrooms, but before I had a chance to cross over to the far side of the bus park where they were, I saw my bus was already leaving, so I instinctively flagged it down because I knew there wasn't another one for two hours, I got on board and sat down and through the window, I could see the sign ahead to the bus station Ladies' bathrooms, oh how I wish I'd had a chance to cross over to the far side of the bus park where they were and pee, but what could I do? I saw my bus was already leaving, so, in what seemed seconds, I'd paid my fare and I was sitting down before I realised what I had done - oh no! my bladder! It was at least an hour's journey and I was absolutely bursting for a pee. Sitting down had eased it a little, but I was soooo desperate to pee it didn't make a lot of difference really, I felt every painful bump in that road, my muscles were working overtime to hold on. The seats were the old fashioned plastic type and they wouldn't have absorbed a single drop of my pee and the bus was over three quarters full, there were a lot of other passengers, so I KNEW I just had to hold on whatever it took.

Actually, I was feeling very sexually aroused having the feeling of a bursting bladder again, you know how I like it, but I dearly wished I was in a more private situation, or I could've let a bit out? I really was beginning to seriously doubt whether I'd make it through that bus ride, it was a combination of arousing ecstasy and desperate agony every block of the way. I was so relieved when finally my stop came into view, but getting off the bus was a real struggle, I know I must've looked drunk the way I staggered down the isle and practically fell of the bus, but really it was the only way I could keep my bladder under control. By now, the spasms were coming with vengeance and even I was surprised at how I was managing to hold on, but 'hold on' I had to, so as I walked the few blocks to my cousin's housej, cursing him under my breath for not actually living on top of the bus stop and cursing the bus driver for somehow not suddenly taking it into his head to take an unexpected detour and actually dropping me off right outside a public restroom, (even though I hadn't actually mentioned my desperate situation to the poor driver). I was blaming everyone for my desperate predicament!

I was frantically having to hold myself now because I knew that if I relaxed, even for a second, I would uncontrollably publically wet myself and I was not gonna do such a thing in one of the busiest towns in America!

oh how I badly wanted and needed to pee! Oh I could hardly wait!

When I got to my cousin's house there were a couple of builders working on his roof, he'd previously tried to fix it himself but hadn't done a proper job of it, so he'd had to call in the experts in the end, but I didn't care, I knew that in a few minutes I'd be safely inside and able to pee, oh how I badly wanted and needed to pee! Oh I could hardly wait!
So with every ounce of remaining bladder strength and will power I could muster, I went up to the front door, I could picture the bathroom clearly in my mind, I could picture that wonderful white, shiny toilet just waiting for me - ooohh how I longed to be inside so I could just pee! I banged and hammered on the door, but all I could hear inside was silence, I knew he was out because the dogs weren't barking their heads off, 'no no no, this isn't happening!' my mind screamed, just then one of the builders called down, "If you're looking for the owner, he left about 10 minutes ago with his fishing gear," one of them called down to me.

Words can't explain the despair I felt, I knew where he'd gone, he'd gone to a river 10 minutes away from the house, I could barely hold on for 10 seconds let alone 10 minutes!! ooooohhhh no no, I had no choice but to get to the river, but walking back up the path just proved too much for my aching bursting bladder and despite every frantic attempt to control it, I felt a warm, wet spurt escape and run down my leg! Both hands now clutched frantically at my crutch and my crossed legs did very little to stem my gushing flow of hot pee, I could feel it escaping from me and running down my legs, splattering the path, there was nothing I could do, nothing at all!
I stood there and totally and uncontrollably soaked myself, I was aware of the sudden silence from the builders and shamefully looked up to see them watching me, I swear I could see desire in the older one's eyes, but I didn't stay around too long, I took one look at the huge puddle that I'd left on the path, then I ran down to the river to join my cousin fishing, I didn't need to tell him what I'd done, we're close and he knew anyway.

Female Desperation And Wetting Story December 16, 2007

 

 

 

 

 

Another Story I Have Come Across Enjoy The Female Desperation And Wetting

It happened while I was walking through the city center with a girlfriend during a nice, but not too hot summer day in August. We had been visiting some friends and decided to walk back to her place where I had left my car (we had gone to our friends by bus, since parking is just next to impossible in the city center). On the way home, we had got something to drink at a nice terrace at the market square (too expensive for the service, of course) and now we crossed a beautiful park area, with the usual lawns, pools, ducks and children running around. It was then that she turned to me and said: “Shit, I should have gone to the bathroom at that place on the market”. Of course I casually remarked: “Well, this place isn’t exactly fitted for a pee, is it?” while looking around and seeing everybody running around with no sheltered spot anywhere near. She nodded and added: “Still, I’ve to go *bad*. Where is the nearest pub?” Unfortunately for her, the closest place where we could possibly find a public bathroom was the market place, fifteen minutes behind us. Stupid cities with all action concentrated in one place and the rest being only offices and houses. And parks of course.

We decided to go on and try to reach her house, which was still ten minutes or so to go. After one more minute of walking, she suddenly went off the path and crossed the lawn towards a few bushes. “Sorry, I’ll try it here. I *really* need to pee”, she said. Looking for a spot where she could successfully squat down without being noticed, she almost ran around the bushes only to find a children’s playground at the other side. Rather angry she came back to me. “Grrr who has designed this park. They should force him to wet his pants,” she mumbled, and I could notice that she crossed her thighs under her wide skirt.

I wanted to try something. “Well, maybe this park was designed by a woman, you know. Back in the fifties or so, when almost every woman still wore skirts. Like you do now.” She lifted her eyebrows and looked at me. “What’s that to do with the absence of public toilets where they should be?”, she asked. Then the suddenly understood and frowned. “Oh yeah, well, you mean…”. I shrugged. “Yes. Nobody will notice. I will, but I don’t mind at all. Just go ahead, there’s nobody close and no one approaching right now.”

She sighed and looked down to her white summer skirt that reached down to just below her knees. She couldn’t help still crossing her thighs and now even pressing her hands in her crotch. “I don’t have much choice, do I? Jesus, if I don’t do it myself, I will be wet within a minute anyway. Shit. What a stupid move of me.” That said, she left the path and walked onto the grass. She looked aside, to me again, and slightly pulled up her skirt. “Do you think I can squat without people noticing?” Before I could answer, a bunch of yelling children came in from the opposite corner of the park and my friend shook her head herself. “Nope. Forget about that. Damned, I’ll look like a three-year-old girl.”

Then she stepped out of her slippers, walked for a meter on bare feet through the grass, stopped, and parted her legs a little. Her wide skirt effectively hid this pose and from a distance of more than ten meters nobody would see anything strange. To cover her up even more, I decided to go down on one knee and started to re-tie my shoelace. It appeared that she now was waiting for me to finish with my unwilling shoe lace. “Go ahead”, I said. “Just enjoy it.” She looked at me with a mix of embarassment and a smile. “Please, don’t tell anybody, okay?” I nodded. She cleared her throat. “Alright then. Shit. Shit. Shit.” Her hands grabbed her skirt, shook it loosely over her legs, and I noticed that she casually reached through her skirt to the waistband of her panties to pull them up firmly. Looking around to the people, she pulled the skirt away from the front of her panties, let it carefully fall down again, reached behind her to check that her skirt was not hanging between her legs, and then spread her legs a little more. “Okay. There we go, for god’s sake.”

She looked to her crotch and breathed deeply. Then she slowly released her muscles. I saw her pull her belly a bit inward and bite her lip when her pee flowed into her panties. She let her breath escape through her teeth and obviously felt foolish. But the relief was so big that it took over within seconds. Together with a quite satisfied expression on her face, the pee started to drip down between her legs. It became a stream, and then an even bigger stream. When she was in full swing, she giggled and looked foolishly at me. “Now, how do I look like? Wrong! Eighteen years older!” Still peeing, she casually looked around and saw nobody nearer than fifty meters. Casually she put a hand in her skirt’s left pocket. “Well, after all, this isn’t so bad. It is only my panties. And it is a warm day, anyway.” She looked to the sky. “Besides, it is not an unpleasant feeling.” Rapidly correcting herself, se added: “That is, now my panties are wet, it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?” I rose to my two feet again and told her I thought it indeed didn’t matter at all. I also told her that I really liked seeing her standing with her legs a bit apart, wearing a skirt, and thoroughly wetting her panties. She looked away and blushed. “Really? Well, at least that will keep you from making fun out of me.”

Then the stream died away and she quickly bend her knees, crossed her thighs and in this half-squatting position she squeezed her panties as well as she could. A last gush of pee trickled onto the ground. She straightened her back again, turned around, picked up her slippers and continued her walk on the path with me. On the way back, we didn’t talk anymore about what happened, and she only three times grabbed her skirt to make sure it didn’t touch her panties.

Within ten minutes we reached her home. While I sat down and picked up a hifi magazine, she went upstairs and I expected to hear her rumbling about in the bathroom. To my amazement I heard her coming back down within half a minute. When I looked up from the magazine, she stood right in front of me, legs slightly apart, wearing a very short white sports skirt instead of her long one. She said nothing, just looked at me. I stared to her in disbelief. We were friends, but had no relation. I had seen her in short skirts before, but never so clearly challenging. “Still wearing the same panties?”, I asked, knowing that she just had not had the time to change them and dry herself. In answer she came closer and just said: “Look for yourself.” Putting down my magazine, I reached for the hem of her skirt and slowly I lifted it with both hands. It reveiled light-blue plain panties, just below her waist, sporting a dark stain centered in her crotch and spreading around for about fifteen centimeters, While she still stood there, I got out of the chair and lifted up her skirt from behind. Same story. I just said “Wow!”.

Then she turned around and told me to follow while she entered the garden. Arrived there, she squatted down and clearly made preparations to pee her panties again. Now I couldn’t hold myself any longer. “Please, stop it for a moment. Can I join you?” Playing she was shocked, she looked up to me. “Just join me? Right as you stand there? C’me on, you won’t get away with a soaked pair of jeans.” But she rose to her feet and directed me into the house again. “Wait here. I’ll get you what you need.” Hurrying up the stairs, she clearly showed her wet panties under her skirt. Almost as if I knew what was coming, I started to take off my shoes, socks, and jeans. Just as I put them on a chair, now only being dressed in a shirt and my underwear, reveiling an undeniable bulge in my pants, she dashed down again and gigglingly handed me one of her tiny skirts. It was a very simple model, just a band of fabric of about thirty centimeters with an elastic waistband. I slipped it on. The skirt covered my underwear enough to be useful, and since it was all but tight, my bulge dissapeared completely. My girlfriend circled me and giggled again. “It does not fit you. You have no hips, and those furry legs really seem silly. Still, it will do.” She entered the garden again and I followed her like in a dream.

Arrived where she wanted to be, she turned and took my hands in hers. Standing about a meter from eachother, we spread our legs, wider this time, and waited. I felt a great urge to pee, but wanted to see her reaction. After ten seconds, she said: “Well, now you know how it feels, standing in the open and knowing that someone watches you while you are going to pee your panties.” I smiled. “Are you ready? I am.” She nodded. “Yes, I am.” She winked with her left eye. “Now?” As an answer I looked down towards my skirt, held my breath, and carefully let go some pee. I felt my underwear eagerly absorb it as it touched the fabric. I peed some more. Then I looked my friend straight into her eyes and told her I’d wet myself. Quickly she lifted my skirt with her right hand and checked. When she saw the stained front of my pants, she smiled and let the skirt fall down again. Then she put both her arms in her sides and threw her long hair over her shoulder with a rapid head movement. She looked down to her own skirt and I heard a soft, hissing sound. While she carefully peed her panties again, I lifted her skirt for the second time and watched the pee as it surged through the fabric, making the blue panties seem like interwoven with silver threads in the bright sunlight. The stream soon soaked the panties again, and finding no way out, gradually trickled down onto the ground.

With a groan, I let myself go, and soon my whole crotch felt warm and moist, while a steady stream flowed from under my skirt between my legs onto the grass. Now my girlfriend suddenly reached under my arms forward to my skirt, lifted it above my waist, and thereby pushing my arms higher, so that I lifted her skirt altogether as well. For one second, she gazed at my underwear, showing a completely stained front and a big bulge with pee flowing around it. Then, she came closer, and pushed her crotch against mine. Her hands let go of my skirt and grabbed my ass, pulling my wet underwear tightly against her wet panties. I still peed, and she must have felt that. She peed as well, and I sure as hell felt that. While still peeing, she started to move rhythmically with her hips, and I could nothing but follow her lambada. We stood there for thirty seconds, peeing our panties and firmly pushing our crotches together. We didn’t kiss. Then I felt another function taking over in my abdomen. I started to push back harder, and she immediately reacted. It took us five more seconds to reach the point of no return. She closed her eyes and groaned. I slipped my hands under her skirt and firmly squeezed her wet buttocks. Then I came. My friend let out a high-pitched squeek and shuddered over all her body. She
took fifteen seconds to complete the orgasm.

We held each other for quite a time. Then, we stepped back a little, so that our skirts fell down properly. We both did not feel at all like taking them off or changing our underwear. Instead, she entered the house to make some tea and I sat down on a garden chair, careful to pull up my skirt first. Amazingly, the front of my skirt still was still completely unstained. We sat there, drinking tea and casually letting something find its way out, for the rest of the day, until sunset forced us inside to prevent our bladders from catching cold. Because, as she said, it was nice to wet yourself when you could get away with it so easily, but sadly that was not always the case. I could nothing but agree.

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A Humiliating, Messy Punishment bychasteandhumiliated©

 

I can't understand why she is doing this, why I deserve this. It's unfathomable, yet it's happening right now, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. She motioned for me to lift my now reddened bottom up, unfolding a thick, crinkly diaper in front of me. My guts were turning as she did this, as I saw my new future before me. She slid it deftly underneath, the smooth cotton tickling my sore bottom, before sprinkling sweet smelling powder over my deflated genitals. 'This is what happens when you have accidents James. Welcome to your new underwear,' she teasingly said, smirking all throughout. I held my tongue, not wanting to further reduce my standing with her. It was only an accident, it wasn't my fault. She pulled the front of the diaper up and over my cock, peeling off each tape and sticking it down, sealing me in this embarrassing undergarment.

She strode out of the room wordlessly, leaving me dumbfounded, lying on our now dry bed. Nearly losing my balance, I stood up and inspected the infantile garment attached to my waist. It was a plain shade of white, with a yellow stripe down the middle, presumably changing colour once wet. It crinkled with even the slightest movement, and it was thicker than any diaper I had previously seen. It forced my legs outwards, reducing my movement to a pathetic waddle. I tried pulling my sweatpants over the diaper, but it was no use. It could still easily be seen under the fabric, a large bulge clearly visible, showing everyone just how little control I had. I hope I don't have to use this.

Rebecca came back into the room, carrying a large brown box in her arms, inside of which were several plastic wrapped bundles. Silently, she opened my underwear drawer and gathered up every single pair of boxers, depositing them directly in the trash can. She pulled out the bundles, and to my horror they were additional packs of diapers. I tried to summon up what little courage I had left and stammered,

'Please don't do this. Please... I won't wet the bed again, I swear.' It was no use

'Honey, I'm not doing this to be mean to you. This is for your own good. If you can't control yourself, then you need protection. Besides, what's going to happen to the rest of these diapers if I let you go back to underwear. Nuh uh uh, you have at least a month left before we can try and get you out of diapers.' She came over and gave me a pat on the bottom. 'You look adorable in these and I'm sure no one will even notice a little bit of extra padding around your waist.'

'Can I at least use the bathroom when I have to poop?' I was panicking at this point, absolutely not wanting to be filling my diapers for the foreseeable future.

'What are diapers for? They're to hold all your little messes, and that includes stinkies. Now, I know it might be hard at first, but by the end of this I expect you to be making pushies regularly. These diapers can hold it, don't worry about it.'

'But, but, please don't do this. I can't mess myself,' I pleaded, begging her not to reduce me to such a pathetic state.

'No, that's not going to happen. We'll see how long you can hold out. I have just the thing to put you in your place.' With that, she retreated back to the bathroom. A few moments later, she returned wearing a latex glove and carrying a small bottle labelled, 'Fleet'. Swiftly pushing me down over the bed, she pulled down my diaper, exposing my tight rosebud. The cap of the enema made a crack as she uncovered its syringe-like tip, and slowly pushed it into my tight ring. I gasped as it filled my bottom and the cold liquid started flowing. 'Good boy, this will have you making stinkies real soon,' she grinned mischievously. In just over a minute, the bottle was empty, and she hiked my diaper up again, giving it a loving pat. 'Have fun sweetie,' she said, leaving the room once again.

A fierce gurgling erupted from my now churning bowels. I could feel an urgency growing inside of me. It was just a matter of time before I lost control. No, this can't be happening. I'm an adult, not some toddler about to mess their diaper. Sweat beaded my brow, and I bent over slightly, trying to clench my cheeks together. No, no, no, no, my mind raced as I struggled to prevent the inevitable. Suddenly and without warning, a deluge of noises erupted from inside of me, and I lost the battle. I felt my anus open and release a torrent of hot mess into the seat of my diaper. It spread out around my cheeks, making me blush as more continued to pour out. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Rebecca came back into the room.

She laughed once she realized my predicament, 'Looks like someone really did need his diapers, huh?' I turned beet red, continuing to fill my diaper, the wetness indicator turning blue as a geyser of urine spurted from my penis. 'Wow, it only took a few minutes for you to destroy this diaper. Glad I chose the thick ones for my little baby. I knew you couldn't last long.' Fully defeated, I hung my head in shame as the now soiled diaper sagged between my legs. Rebecca patted the bed and motioned me to come for a change. 'Only 71 diapers left to go, at this rate I'll be needing to put you back in Pampers permanently...'

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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!"