I would be grateful if you would consider my question and offer any
comments you may have.
The situation began a few weeks ago. I took my oldest daughter to a party
one Saturday afternoon. I was so pleased because she chose to wear her
best pale blue dress rather than those awful training shoes and jeans!
It was at the house of our reasonably well-to-do friends out in the
country, so I drove her out to the house and waited for a phone call
from her to fetch her again.
When I came to pick her up again, she seemed a little quiet but I put it
down to tiredness. You know how wild a group of young girls can get.
After driving a short while, I glanced behind me and noticed that she was
sitting with her hand between her legs and was wriggling in her seat. I
asked her if she was all right and she said that she needed to go to the
toilet. It turned out that she had not been all the time she was at the
party because every time she managed to break away from the activities,
she found their toilet engaged. Consequently, she was now really desperate.
I decided to stop whenever I could and let her out of the car to find
somewhere to go.
Having found a lay-by in the country lane, I stopped and got out. Our car
has only got two doors, so I helped her out. As she stood up, I noticed a
small wet patch on the back of her dress. Suddenly, I felt very excited as
I realised she was starting to wet her knickers. I felt a bit light-headed
as I told her to go and hide behind a tree and sort herself out. Instead
of disappearing, she stood with one hand holding herself and one leg
crossed over the other. I told her again to move before it was too late,
but in reality, I could hardly believe that I wanted her to wet her
knickers. Suddenly, she moved her feet apart and bent her knees and her
hands reached for the hem of her dress. She lifted up her dress and
revealed the pretty pink knickers I remembered buying her recently.
Almost at once, she gasped and I saw a pale yellow stream begin to pour
out of her knickers on to the ground. She looked down at her knickers as
she let the flood gush out and soak her underwear. I watched the wet patch
grow between her thighs and I felt so aroused, I nearly fainted. My own
knickers were becoming, wet with excitement and there was nothing I could
do to prevent it. Everything relaxed and I began to wet my own knickers
quite helplessly. Luckily, there was only a small amount in me so Emma
didn't notice.
She finished and got back into the car, still wearing her wet knickers.
I sat down as well, shaking uncontrollably. I'm not sure how I managed
to drive home without running into something, but somehow I did.
Once home, my daughter went off upstairs to change and I dashed into my
bedroom, yanked my own wet knickers and brought myself off several
times. Only then did I settle down a little.
I couldn't believe that any of this had happened. Since then, I'm afraid
to say that I have dared myself on several occasions to wet myself and
each time the excitement is unbelievable. Is this situation normal or am
I likely to be sent for psychiatric help? What really worries me is that
a woman of nearly 35 should be so worked up over a girl wetting her
knickers, particularly when it is over one's own daughter.
Naturally, I am not one of those disgusting creatures who touch and abuse
children, I think I only enjoyed the helplessness of it all.
I won't mention this to my husband of course, but I find it hard to believe
that every time I'm out shopping or whatever, I'll be tempted to wet myself
like I used to when I was much younger. What can I do? Please help, if
you can.
A.W., Kent
_Forum_ Adviser responds:
Any 'tingling' awareness in your genitals can be arousing. The signals your
body sends to let you know your bladder is full are not dissimilar to the
sensations of sexual excitement. And the sensations you feel on emptying a
full-to-bursting bladder are satisfying in the extreme. Couple this with
the fact that most of us are affectected by childhood memories when we were
first learning about our bodies and finding that a gush of urine and a
warm, wet nappy could be an exceptionally comforting sensatn and sexual feelings.
I can't see how you could be "sent for psychiatric help" for having this
particular form of sexual interest, unless you ask to be given such
counselling. _Are_ you asking? If so, then of course a counsellor would
be happy to explore with you what it is about this behaviour that alarms
you and whether you wish to modify it. As long as it is something that
doesn't obsess you and with which you can cope, you might choose merely
to accept it as part of your particular, complex sexual make-up.
We all have our own fantasies. Some people cannot look at a picture of
the Eiffel Tower or Kevin Costner or a pair of rubber gloves without
wanting to rush home and masturbate - are you so different? The most
important point that think you are missing is that you weren't worked
up at the sight of a girl wetting her knickers, but at the thought of
yourself doing so. And you certainly aren't unusual in this. Watersports
and 'golden showers' are quite an established sexual turn-on. You never
know, your husband may even share your feelings. You could ask him in a
roundabout way and see.
Forum. Vol 24 No 12 (1991) pp. 94, 96
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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DEAR NUGGET:
After just reading a man's letter in your May 1987 issue, I was surprised
how similar his wife, Diane, is to my girlfriend, Carolyn. Your readers into
girl's pants and panty wetting will undoubtedly remember that Diane had a
secret panty wetting fetish since she was 12. She was accidentally discovered
by her husband as he walked in on her standing in her purposefully soaked
panties in a puddle of piss. This led to them exploring all kinds of pants
wetting games. I was especially struck by his liking to fuck Diane with her
wet panties pulled to one side. I thought your readers might like to hear my
story.
Carolyn and I had been going out about a year before I found out about
her secret peeing life. Our sex life before this was pretty exciting for me
as Carolyn is very attractive (brunette, about 5'3", 34C boobs, quite thin
with strong legs and a great ass), often enjoys showing herself off in
revealing clothes, and is a great fuck. She also likes sexy lingerie, which I
also love, especially her panties. In fact, I've bought Carolyn most of her
panties.
Anyway, one day I dropped in at Carolyn's house unexpectedly, when
she thought I was out of town. A close girlfriend of her's was also there. It
was a very hot summer day and both girls were in the yard and didn't hear me
come into the house. I walked through the living room and was totally
surprised, then extremely turned on by what I saw. Carolyn was standing with
her back to me - no more than 10 feet from the glass doors - holding her
dress around her waist. Her friend, Mary, was facing her, her hand between
Carolyn's legs and in tensely watching her crotch. I was frozen, both
surprised by the two girls being so openly sexy with each other, and totally
and completely turned on. But what came seconds afterward, was by far a
greater turn-on and surprise.
All of a sudden Carolyn began to pee torrents through her cotton string
bikini panties into Mary's waiting hand. Mary let Carolyn's pee flow through
her fingers and then began to gently rub Carolyn's soaking and still flooding
crotch. I began to rub my now raging hard-on as I remained mesmerized by the
rapidly growing wet and dark areas of Carolyn's panty-covered ass. Carolyn's
light blue panties clung transparently to her ass. Her pee continued to pour
through the crotch of the thin material, some of it rolling down the wet
insides of her tanned legs while most of her piss poured between her legs,
splashing on the ground into a rapidly growing puddle. Carolyn began to move
her crotch against Mary's hand, still peeing.
What little rationality was left in my head kept saying to myself I couldn't
believe how much I was turned on by watching Carolyn pee in her panties. I
had never really thought of a girl wetting herself as particularly exciting.
But then I'd never seen two girls getting off together on panty peeing. In
any case, Mary was masturbating Carolyn more intensely and just after Carolyn
stopped peeing, she came. Her body was heaving in spasms. I had stopped
rubbing my prick because I didn't want to come just yet, although it took
great restraint. I was about to walk through the doors and join in the wet
fun, but then I realized that Carolyn was beginning to hold Mary's crotch.
Mary wore a pair of tight white pants made of very thin material through
which her panties were clearly visible. The girls were now kissing, Carolyn's
skirt was still more or less around her waist, her panties still dripping
pee, while her hand rubbed Mary's crotch. As if to please me, Mary had turned
around so that her back was to me. Then Mary began to pee in her pants, only
this time it was Carolyn whose hand was flooded with Mary's warm fluids. As
Mary's pee gushed through her pants, turning them and her white panties
transparent, I could resist no longer- although I liked being the voyeur and
especially admired Mary's round ass outlined by her panties cut high on the
sides. I opened the doors and walked out. I approached Mary from the back and
put my arms around both girls, immediately feeling Mary's wetness soaking
through my crotch and pants legs as I pushed against her.
Both girls were surprised but neither resisted me, and quickly the three of
us were kissing and slowly taking our wet clothes off. Carolyn was standing
in her bra and soaked panties, while I undid Mary's blouse (revealing her lush,
but small boobs). Mary, all the while, was still peeing in those lovely and
dripping pants. With one hand, I felt Mary's nipples and with the other,
unzipped her pants, pushing my hands over her wet, warm panties to feel the
last seconds of her pee pour through her panties.
Carolyn was taking my pants down, and shortly after that we all collapsed on
the ground. A lot of wet sucking and feeling went on, until I pushed Mary's
lovely lacy panties to one side and entered her dripping wet pussy. Carolyn
lay down so that my face was near the pee soaked crotch of her still intact
panties. I found myself turned on by the aroma of the two girls' pee. I
finally pulled Carolyn's panties down her thighs and made her come with my
tongue about the same time that I came inside Mary. Mary came shortly after I
did, and we all lay there exhausted.
Afterward we all talked. It seemed that Carolyn (who was then 28) had been
turned on by peeing since she was a little girl, and used to masturbate while
thinking about times she had wet her pants or about other girls wetting their
pants. I found out that for years she'd secretly wet her pants or panties
when alone in the house and masturbated, sometimes looking at her wetness in
a mirror. She also said that it was the most intense way she found other
girls attractive-when they had to pee so bad they were jumping around,
crossing their legs or holding themselves, or when they actually ended up
peeing their pants. Mary, it seems, was bisexual, and had long been attracted
to Carolyn, but it wasn't until three or four months before the incident that
Carolyn and Mary got it on.
Of course, it was because of an "accident" that Carolyn had when the two
girls were coming home one afternoon from shopping. Carolyn had decided
she'd see what Mary's reaction would be if she accidentally wet her pants.
She had never done this before. Carolyn complained in the car for 25 minutes
as Mary was driving. She finally peed in Mary's driveway in her jeans and wet
them around the crotch. Carolyn and Mary ran into her apartment with Carolyn
holding her wet crotch and complaining all the way about how "embarrassing"
it was be cause she couldn't wait. At the door, as Mary grappled for her key,
Carolyn was obviously masturbating herself through her wet jeans, and finally
just as the door opened, let loose a flood on Mary's doorstep while
masturbating all the while.
Mary just looked at her peeing all over her hand and soaking her jeans, and
without a word, put her own hand over Carolyn's. When Carolyn finished peeing
in her jeans, Mary let her inside, pulled down her dripping pants, and made
Carolyn come by rubbing her wet panties against her clit. Carolyn had been too
scared to admit to me either her bisexuality or her peeing fetish. But I loved
both, especially together and when I could join in.
Since that wonderful discovery, the three of us sometimes play all sorts of
peeing games while Carolyn and I rarely let a day pass without her wetting her
panties in some fashion.
Recently we've begun to get into having her pee in public situations,
although not necessarily so that everyone knows she's wet herself. For
example, the other day, Carolyn wet her underpants while walking down the
street, but just enough to soak them while letting some pee run down her
legs. A few small stains were on her dress. Another time she wet her panties
in the car just before we went out to dinner with her dress pulled up around
her waist. She liked the idea of me knowing she was wearing wet panties at
dinner. And another time, more daring, she stood watching some boats and
completely soaked her panties while holding her dress up somewhat so that on
the whole, it stayed dry, although her sandals got very wet. A couple of
people stared at her, peeing from beneath her dress her legs spread, but she
said she liked that.
I hope you print more letters from people who love girls and women peeing
and their accident stories. You should also run some more photo series.
-R.V.
California
The Shoot (Story)
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Let me brag a bit about my lase job - calendar photographer with three absolutely gorgeous models: Jane, Kirsty and Alison. This was a one-off commission, but as you will see it turned out to be unforgettable. Outdoor calendar shoots with models were hard work, but great fun. We would work from 8am till dusk, only breaking for refreshments. Our food hamper and icebox were the only luxuries we had - it was cool mineral water for these smooth-skinned beauties.
I quickly sussed out their routine. They would spot a house near the shoot, and mid afternoon all 3 would slip away to knock and ask to use the loo. I got to enjoy the early afternoon when the morning refreshments had clearly hit the mark, and the tell-tale crossed legs and gentle squirming heralded the eventual whispers and trip for relief. No such problem for me, I was happy to slip briefly behind the van when I had to. If there was no nearby house, we would formally break for lunch and hit a nearby town. These days were less fun, so I tried to choose locations with a least one house nearby.
And so to the day which is burned in my memory. All went as usual until 3pm, we had a deadline to meet and were working fast. All 3 girls were noticably squirming (I had kept them plied with water), and were struggling to hold still for the photographs. This was great, the postures of a desperate, bursting girl have a hugely sexy quality and many of the best shots came from early afternoon. 'And hold it', I would say with a long pause before pressing the shutter. The tiny posture adjustments the girl made during that pause were a delight to see. And the violent bounce and squirm after the shot led me on many occasions to quickly take a second shot (for my personal collection).
So just after 3pm the girls eventually slipped away to the only house nearby, and I saw them go to the front door. Even from my distance they were noticably bobbing as they waited. Well, a couple of minutes later they were back. I had been busy, but it seemed a much shorter time than normal. So we went on with the shoot. They were modelling short mini-dresses, and the next set of shots had them standing straight, hands lifted high over their heads. As I focussed the camera I became aware of that characteristic jiggling, accompanied by a brief grimace. My heart skipped a beat. Over the next few minutes it was obvious to my trained eye that none of them had emptied their bladders (presumably no answer at the door). And it looked like they were too proud to admit their plight before a mere photographer. Were they were going to try and last out till the end of the shoot?
Talk about camera shake, the next few hours work are burned in my memory like a video slo-mo. As I snapped one struggling, bouncing girl who could barely stand still for a second, I was trying to watch the other two. They seemed to assume that my concentration couldn't be divided, and that they were invisible to me, and they openly held and rubbed at themselves to hold in their pent up pee. We had a full 3 hours of daylight left and I was going to use every single minute.
Alison appeared to be suffering the worst. She would walk about with small mincing steps whenever she wasn't working, and she had a desperate, nervous look in her eyes. So I did more shots with her than the others. I was so fussy about positioning - I would have her drape herself across a rock, then I would move her arms and legs slightly and stand, my hand on her thigh, pretending to think deeply about the shot. I could feel her tense, slightly quivering muscles. She was breathing heavily, and running her tongue across those lovely pouting lips. Then I would say 'Perfect, just hold that", and slowly walk back to the camera taking in the desperate antics of the other two. To her credit she managed, shot after shot after shot. I kept expecting some protest, some excuse about not feeling well or something, but no - just those tense quivering thighs and the bouncing and holding when I was working with the others, or she thought my back was turned.
It got gradually colder. And eventually the light faded and all the shots were in the can. We packed up, and the girls climbed into the van. It was a half-an-hour ride back, there was nowhere on the way for their relief, and I was in no hurry. I twisted the rear-view mirror so I could see their legs on the seat behind me. All 3 shuffled back and forth, sat on and off their hands, and frequently frantically thrusting their fingertips into their knickers. They still wore the minidresses they had last modelled, and the view was perfect. It was hard (pun intended) to concentrate on driving with this bevy of desperate models all right on the very edge of wetting themselves, yet none of whom had even mentioned their plight. Gradually a plan formed in my mind.
In the middle of a long, quiet stretch of road I simply pulled up. There was no cover, no buildings any where, and I turned the engine off. I could hear little 'Oh's every so often from the girls, and the rubbing and chafing of their legs and fingers. "What is it?" Alison asked, "I don't know I said, a funny noise from the engine, I'd better take a look." I climbed down, opened the bonnet, and looked in for a couple of minutes, then I pulled 2 spark plug leads off. I stuck my head in - "Alison, could you give me a hand for a minute." She looked at the others, then took a deep breath and climbed out the van. The cold air hit her and she clutched at herself, curling her slim fingers round the front edge of her skirt. I led her to the engine - "Hold these 2 leads together", I said, "I just need to find the other end." It was a cruel trick: she had to use both hands, she was stretched over the edge of the engine unable to cross her legs. The only relief available to her was to bend one leg at the knee, and this she did at intervals.
I grabbed my flashlight, lay down beside the van, and slowly slid myself under the engine. "Now where is it?" I said, poking about. I moved my head slowly to the font of the van - and suddenly: pefect! She couldn't see me but - oh boy oh boy! My head was just an inch from Alison's toes, I moved the torch and let the edge of the beam play up her leg, and the view was perfect. Alison's white panties at the end of her long, slim, tanned legs. She was still panting, and her thighs were quivering. Her knees jerked towards each other every few seconds. I kept up a stream of appropriate mechanic type statements, and gazed at that beautiful strip of white, illuminated gusset and waited, and waited, and waited ...
It was 4 or 5 minutes before I heard a soft "Oh no..." from over my head. A tiny spot appeared on that gusset and she bent her knees sudenly, banging them against the van. Then the gusset suddenly darkened and bulged, and there was a loud hiss. I was too slow to get out the way of the massive torrent of pee that suddenly rained down. Alison had straightened up, and lifted her skirt out the way, and she now emptied herself completely, thoroughly soaking her knickers, her legs, her shoes, ... and my head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she whispered, her face scarlet. I stood up, gave her hand a squeeze and told her not to worry. She found a newspaper to sit on in the van, and the engine "fixed" we drove on in silence.
Well the other two made it. Just. But I didn't care. I was aching with the intensity of that afternoon. The shots were some of the best I'd ever done, and that was one calendar that will ALWAYS be on my bedroom wall !!!
Tania's Escape (fantasy, female peeing)
Tania's Escape (fantasy, female peeing)
Posted by Babydoc (male) on May 18, 1999 at 18:37
I wrote this with new paragraphs being started with a tab, which apparently only works for a while in this post editor. When the tabs stopped working, I started separating the paragraphs by blank lines. Sorry if this gets confusing.
Nobody had seen the king in the last couple of days, Tania knew something important was happening. Nobody bothered to keep the harem informed about how the war was going, but rumors had reached even here about the king having maybe fled the city, or even being dead or captured. In the three weeks since her parents had sold her to the king, she’d made only a couple of casual friends among the women, but the time had come to do something, and she needed to talk to someone first. Some of the women had already disappeared, and nobody seemed to be bothering to look for them. She doubted she had much of a future in the harem.
She approached Jane, who she had talked to a few times and considered a casual friend.
“Jane? Are you leaving too?”
Jane looked at Tania for a few seconds, seeming to realize for the first time that she was seeing someone with no real idea of the situation.
“Tania honey, I’m leaving tomorrow, and you should go too. The count isn’t someone you want to wait around for.”
“The count?”
“The guy who’s invading the city. He’s not a nice man, you understand?”
“Where do you think I should go?”
Jane, a somewhat older, tall pretty blonde woman who Tania liked, gazed at Tania for a few seconds as if making up her mind about something.
“Tania, you don’t have anywhere to go, do you?”
“Well, my family is poor, but I guess I could go back to them.”
“And live under the rule of the count? I wouldn’t recommend that.”
“Well, then I guess I don’t.”
Jane sighed. “Tania, Annie and I are leaving at dawn tomorrow, get your things together and come with us. We’re crossing the desert, to meet up with some friends of hers in the next city.
“The desert? But isn’t that the hard way to go? I’m sure there are easier ways to leave the city.”
“Of course, but the desert is the only safe way. The Count won’t bother to watch it, and we won’t meet any of the other refugees.”
“Of course not, that’s because it’s hot and dry. If nobody else can cross it, how can we?”
“Tania, dear, I have a way. But I can’t tell you what it is. Meet us tomorrow and I’ll tell you then.”
“Well, ok. Are you sure we’ll make it?”
“We should. There are going to be risks, but it’s the best bet.”
“Jane, thank you. Is there any way I can help?”
“Not really, just pack a few clothes and some food. We’ll do the rest.”
The next day Tania went to Jane’s room, carrying a backpack filled with clothes and the few personal possessions she had. Jane was there with Annie, a short brunette who Tania had met, but didn’t really know. They said hello all around, and Annie looked at Tania for a few seconds, then turned to Jane.
“Ok, she can come. Tania, welcome to the club. It won’t be easy, but I think we can handle it.”
“But what about water? I thought the desert was huge and dry. I’ve heard it’s almost impossible to cross.”
Annie looked at Jane for a second, “Tania, I used to spend a lot of time with the palace wizard. I was able to steal an implement that was all but forgotten by the king, but I thought it might come in handy.”
“Really? Well, what is it?”
“It’s a water making device.”
“What, some sort of magic cup or something?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Can I see it?”
Annie looked at Jane for a few seconds, then back at Tania.
“Well, I suppose it’s time.”
Annie opened one of the sacks she’d stacked at the doorway and unwrapped a small object. When it was fully exposed, she handed it to Tania. It was a ring.
“I don’t get it. How can this make water?”
“You put it on.”
“Then what?”
“It uses the body of the wearer.”
“How?”
Annie looked at Jane again, then said to Tania “it makes water in the bladder.”
Tania’s eyes went wide and she looked back and forth between the two women.
“Are you crazy? I’m not going to drink pee.”
Annie gave a helpless look. “It’s pure water, you just have to rinse out your bladder a few times.”
“You mean we have to pee into a cup and drink it? That’s ridiculous! Why not a cup or bottle or something?”
“I didn’t invent it, I just found it. It’s the only way I know for us to cross the desert.”
There was silence for a few seconds. Finally Tania said, “can we try it?”
Jane spoke up too. “Yeah, I’m staking my life on this, we should all make sure it works.”
“Ok, you want to put it on, Tania?”
“Me first,” said Jane, and she took the ring and slid it on. At first they all just waited, with all eyes on Jane. “I think I feel something,” she said. A few seconds later she said, “Yeah, I definitely have to go more than I did. Let me try it a little longer.” A few seconds more passed, and she slid it off and handed it back to Annie. “Ok, it works. I’ll be right back,” and she walked quickly toward the bathroom. The other two watched her go in amazement, then Tania said “my turn.”
Annie handed her the item and she slid it on. She had a little inside already, but not much. At first she wasn’t sure, but then she could feel her bladder getting full. After a few seconds she felt full, and a few seconds later she needed to go. She took it off and handed it back to Annie. “That’s weird, I have to go to the bathroom. But are you sure we can drink it?”
“I’ve tried it myself, it’s pure water. Just remember to rinse out your bladder for a couple of minutes before you drink.”
“Oh I’ll remember, I don’t want to drink piss. I’ll be right back.” And she also scuttled off to the bathroom, passing Jane who was coming out the door as she went in. They exchanged a knowing look, and Tania went in to use the toilet.
“Ok, she can come. Tania, welcome to the club. It won’t be easy, but I think we can handle it.”
“But what about water? I thought the desert was huge and dry. I’ve heard it’s almost impossible to cross.”
Annie looked at Jane for a second, “Tania, I used to spend a lot of time with the palace wizard. I was able to steal an implement that was all but forgotten by the king, but I thought it might come in handy.”
“Really? Well, what is it?”
“It’s a water making device.”
“What, some sort of magic cup or something?”
“Something like that, yes.”
“Can I see it?”
Annie looked at Jane for a few seconds, then back at Tania.
“Well, I suppose it’s time.”
Annie opened one of the sacks she’d stacked at the doorway and unwrapped a small object. When it was fully exposed, she handed it to Tania. It was a ring.
“I don’t get it. How can this make water?”
“You put it on.”
“Then what?”
“It uses the body of the wearer.”
“How?”
Annie looked at Jane again, then said to Tania “it makes water in the bladder.”
Tania’s eyes went wide and she looked back and forth between the two women.
“Are you crazy? I’m not going to drink pee.”
Annie gave a helpless look. “It’s pure water, you just have to rinse out your bladder a few times.”
“You mean we have to pee into a cup and drink it? That’s ridiculous! Why not a cup or bottle or something?”
“I didn’t invent it, I just found it. It’s the only way I know for us to cross the desert.”
There was silence for a few seconds. Finally Tania said, “can we try it?”
Jane spoke up too. “Yeah, I’m staking my life on this, we should all make sure it works.”
“Ok, you want to put it on, Tania?”
“Me first,” said Jane, and she took the ring and slid it on. At first they all just waited, with all eyes on Jane. “I think I feel something,” she said. A few seconds later she said, “Yeah, I definitely have to go more than I did. Let me try it a little longer.” A few seconds more passed, and she slid it off and handed it back to Annie. “Ok, it works. I’ll be right back,” and she walked quickly toward the bathroom. The other two watched her go in amazement, then Tania said “my turn.”
Annie handed her the item and she slid it on. She had a little inside already, but not much. At first she wasn’t sure, but then she could feel her bladder getting full. After a few seconds she felt full, and a few seconds later she needed to go. She took it off and handed it back to Annie. “That’s weird, I have to go to the bathroom. But are you sure we can drink it?”
“I’ve tried it myself, it’s pure water. Just remember to rinse out your bladder for a couple of minutes before you drink.”
“Oh I’ll remember, I don’t want to drink piss. I’ll be right back.” And she also scuttled off to the bathroom, passing Jane who was coming out the door as she went in. They exchanged a knowing look, and Tania went in to use the toilet.
They loaded Tania’s pack onto a small pushcart that they’d rigged to be pulled by two people, having rigged it before they knew that Tania was coming with them. They left in the evening, so they could walk in the cool of the night. They figured on sleeping during the day under an awning they could set up to protect them from the sun. With Annie and Jane pulling the cart they walked together down the streets of the city toward the desert.
“Why did the wizard make that thing anyway?” asked Tania.
“I don’t know, really,” replied Annie. “I don’t think this is what it’s for. I didn’t ask about it, I didn’t want to draw attention to it, or to my interest. I was hoping nobody would notice it missing.”
“Did you find it by accident?”
“No, it wouldn’t work then. It was one of a series the wizard produced for the king out of the remains of a fallen star, most of them were to be used in battle. To protect himself, they were made so that they don’t work unless the wearer knows what they’re supposed to do. If I had put it on not knowing, it wouldn’t have done anything.”
“Why not make it so it only works for the king?”
“I don’t know. I really didn’t think it was safe to ask that kind of question. I’m lucky the wizard let this much slip out. I think she didn’t realize how handy this thing could be.”
“She?”
“The wizard was a woman.”
“Oh, and I thought you had seduced him.”
Annie got a curiously uncomfortable expression then, and hesitated. Finally she said, “I did, actually.”
“What do you mean?”
More hesitation. Tania could see Annie was uncomfortable, but couldn’t figure out why.
“I seduced her.”
“I meant using sex.”
“So do I.”
Tania was confused, and Jane spoke up. “Tania, it is possible for two women to have sex.”
“It is?” There was a confused pause. “But…I mean…well…HOW?”
Annie and Jane looked at each other, and Jane took the lead.
“We just use our hands to please each other, or our mouths, or whatever. Haven’t you ever rubbed yourself between your legs?”
“We just use our hands to please each other, or our mouths, or whatever. Haven’t you ever rubbed yourself between your legs?”
This time Tania was uncomfortable. After a few seconds she quietly said, “Well, a few times.”
“Didn’t it feel good?”
“Well, yeah.”
“That’s what we do to each other.”
Tania’s head was spinning, and she wasn’t sure why. This new knowledge was confusing, but she was also feeling sort of funny, almost dizzy. And she noticed she was wet down below. She sighed and continued walking, trying to absorb this new idea, and sort out these strange feelings.
Just before getting to the outskirts of the city, the three women were stopped by two men armed with swords.
“Hold on there, nobody leaves the city without being searched. Step over here please.”
They tried not to look at each other, and followed the men as casually as they could.
“What’s this about, sir?” asked Annie.
“We’re looking for the king’s magic items, several of them are missing.”
Tania tried not to look as hopeless as she felt. They were sunk. They were led inside a small building which had once been someone’s home. There they were made to undress, and the guards searched their clothes and admired their nakedness. Tania was too scared to be embarrassed, and the attentions of the men went almost unnoticed. They fondled her breasts and caressed her vagina, as they did to the other women, but all Tania could think of was that maybe they’d be too distracted to notice the ring. Finally they did come to it, and as they examined the ring closely, Tania’s heart sank. One of the men slipped it on and waited. After a minute he took it off, “this isn’t one of them, you can keep it.”
“Hold on,” said the other guard. “Make her put it on. Remember, it only works if you know what it does. There are probably more rings than we know about.”
“It’s just a cheap ring I got from my late husband,” said Annie. Please let me keep it, it’s important to me.
“Go on, put it on. Then you can keep it.”
She did slide it on, and said, “ok, can we go now?”
“Just a minute,” and he proceeded to examine her all over. Tania avoided looking at the ground under Annie, hoping the guards would miss the puddle that must be forming there.
“Ok, you can get dressed and go.”
They dressed in a hurry and left.
Annie said, “wow, that was close. I almost lost it in there.”
“You mean you held it in?” said Tania in shock.
“Barely, I’m bursting. As soon as we get out of sight, I’ll have to find a place to let it out.”
The women just looked at each other for a second, than Tania burst out laughing, partly from amusement, and partly from relief that they were out of danger and still had the ring. After a second Jane started laughing too, and finally Annie said “shit,” and started laughing.
“Stop that!” she gasped.
Still laughing, Tania noticed the smell of urine, and heard a distant hissing sound.
“She’s pissing,” she gasped, and started laughing even harder.
Finally all three women were sitting on the ground laughing themselves silly, and Tania felt her own urine start to flow helplessly through her vagina and into her white cotton dress. She tried to hold it in, but her strength was gone from the laughter and it ran steadily out of her.
“Great, now I have to walk into the desert smelly and
itchy,” said Annie, when she could catch her breath.
itchy,” said Annie, when she could catch her breath.
“Well, me too,” said Tania.
“What do you mean, you pissed too?” said Annie in surprise.
“Well I stayed dry at least,” said Jane. “You two are going to itch.”
“No kidding,” said Tania.
“We need to rinse off before we start walking, or we’ll be miserable,” said Annie.
“Sure, but how?” said Tania.
“We just put on the ring and let go, it’ll be pure water after a minute. We’ll still be wet but at least then we won’t smell so much, or itch.
Annie still had the ring, and she slid it on. After a few seconds she said, “Ok, stop watching me. How can I pee when you’re staring like that?”
Tania and Jane started getting into the makeshift harness and, once in, started pulling the wagon.
“Where are you going, wait for me,” said Annie.
“Well, come on then.”
“I can’t, I’m pissing.”
“So?”
“You want me to walk and piss?”
“Why not?” asked Jane.
Annie shrugged, and started after them, Tania could hear the hiss hiss hiss as she walked. It stopped after a few steps, resuming again after about half a minute. She’d never tried to walk and piss, but she knew she’d get her chance in a few minutes. In a while Annie slipped the ring off and handed it to Tania with a “good luck.”
Tania nervously slipped the ring on, prepared to take it off again if she had trouble peeing. Pulling the wagon might make peeing difficult, she’d never tried. After about a minute she was getting pretty full, and she experimentally tried to let go, but the effort of walking kept making her close off before anything escaped. But she was determined not to be outdone by Annie, and also not to let the urine dry on her, so she kept the ring on until she was bursting, concentrated on relaxing her holding muscles, and as she stepped forward the first squirt gushed into her underwear. The next step nothing happened, but after that each step allowed her to release a squirt, and she felt the warm tickling down the insides of her legs. After a few she was able to take a step without stopping the flow, and she kept peeing, slightly erratically, for another minute before slipping off the ring. She couldn’t really get empty while she walked, but could let out enough to be comfortable.
She handed the ring back to Annie, who wrapped it up and put it in her pocket. “Tania, are you empty? She asked.
“Not really.”
“Well I’m going to stop and finish.”
“Jane,” said Tania, “Let’s stop a minute.”
“I have to pee too, and I’m not about to wet myself. We’ll stop when we get to the far side of that rock outcropping.”
When they got there, Tania closed her eyes and let go as soon as they stopped walking. Jane got out of the harness and slid her panties off, pulled the front of her dress up and started dribbling at first, then peed strongly. When Tania opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Jane in full flow, standing upright and not even facing away from the other two. Jane noticed Tania looking, and smiled at her. Tania looked sheepishly away and finished peeing.
When they got there, Tania closed her eyes and let go as soon as they stopped walking. Jane got out of the harness and slid her panties off, pulled the front of her dress up and started dribbling at first, then peed strongly. When Tania opened her eyes, she was surprised to see Jane in full flow, standing upright and not even facing away from the other two. Jane noticed Tania looking, and smiled at her. Tania looked sheepishly away and finished peeing.
To be continued? You tell me.
summer holiday (f desp/acc.)
osted by andy on July 06, 1999 at 00:33
Summer holiday
Well I just returned from my two weeks summer holidays with my girlfriend Ina and another couple and have to tell you three sightings: a full, a semi and an almost accident.
We spend the vacation in Italy. One day Ina and myself went to a restaurant with a game hall on the other side of the road. You know one of those open halls mainly for kids where you can do all kinds of video games. While we ordered our dinner I saw this girl of maybe 12-14 years. She had on a light blue dress. While she played at a machine she seemed to fidget slightly. I observed her the entire evening. She eather played herself or watched some of her friends. All the time she did the famous pee-dance unable to stand still. The pace increased. Sometimes she came into the restaurant to her parents desk probably to get some more money. At the end of the evening she even held herself sometimes. I was obviously not with my girlfriend in our conversation because she complained about it later.
Another day we did lay in the sun. Close to our beach chairs there was a beach volleyball field. I always keept an eye on this as there were often nice grils playing and showwing a lot of beautyfull tanned flesh. This day I saw a group of mid teens male and female. A bit to young for me so I was about to turn away when again I detected signs of desperation at one of the girls. She was 15-16 years old, already very cute, blond with a yellow two piece swimsuit. She seemed to be a bit restless, moving about between the rallys or having her legs briefly crossed this way and then the other. She was very enthusiastic, celebrating winners and complaining vehemently about bad shots. They played on and on and she clearly became more and more desperate as she held her legs tight and tighter even during the rallys. Then she obviously couldn´t really play. She didn´t reach balls very close to her and her team members complained about it. A bit later she briefly pressed her hand between her legs in a pause. She pressed her panties in her crotch so it cut in and in the next break she pulled it out again. A very nice show. After a few minutes I could cleary see a darker spot at her panties. I expected her to have an accident every second. Suddenly she shouted "need a shower break". She ran to the shower a few yards away sowered for a few seconds and came back. She definitely peed under the shower as she didn´t fidget anymore.
The last and best incident happened on one of our last evenings. All four of us had dinner in a very nice restaurant at the beach with two bottles of wine. Afterwards we had been shopping. Ina was dressed in a red swimsuit and a white skirt, an outfit I like very much. When we stopped at a window I saw that Ina held her legs crossed or at least pressed tightly together. Like many times she had to go, one reason why I love her so much. She didn´t say something about it but her behaviour is just to obvious. She bits her lip askes us to hurry up crosses her legs. Anja had been to the bathroom in a shop while we waited outside. So Ina had no chance to join her inconspicuously. Finally we decided to drive back to our appartment and have a final bottle of wine on our veranda. When we went to our car without Anja and Frank Ina admitted that she had to go badly. In the car she now moved around in her seat continuously. When I put my hand on her leg and moved upward she pushed it away softly and said:" Please, Andi, stop it I am really desperate, it´s really urgent." She squirmed for the 10 minuts drive. When we came to the appartement Anja and Frank were already there. "Do you have the key?" Frank asked. "No" I said "your job today, isn´t it?" Then we realised that Frank had the key forgatten in the restaurant. He appologized and took Anja to his car to pick up the key. We waited in front of the appartment. With Anja and Frank around Ina didn´t say a word about her need and even tried to compose herself. As soon as the two were out of sight Ina immediatly started to fidget about and almost cried, that she couldn´t wait much longer. A bit later she had a hand on her skirt and tried to push it in her lap. As this skirt is very tight after a few seconds she even pressed under her skirt right on her swimsuit. When I saw that she was crying softly I went behind her and asked:" Are you ok, honey?" "I have to go and can´t wait any longer. It really hurts." I moved my hand from behing over her swollen bladder and then under her skirt. "Let go, it will take another 20 minutes till they are back." With that I pushed her hend away from her crotch and placed my own finger in her clit. Her crotch deeply cutted into her crack. She moaned, spread her legs and then let go. Afterwards I rubbed her until she came and when Anja and Frank came back with key we didn´t say a word about it, just said we were tired and went in our room where we loved eachother as if there was no tomorrow.
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Jamie had never been to a casino before and was lookimg foward to the weekend when she planned to go. This was an exciting trip for her wich she had looked foward to for several weeks. Finally the day had arrived.
It was late evening on a Saturday, her and one of her friends headed to the casino. After a 2 hour drive they were there. Jamie spent some time taking in the whole situation. She decided to play some slot machines but had little luck. After some time her friend had convinced her to try playing blackjack. She was a bit nervous about it but decided to try it out. Her friend briefly explained the house rules and off they went.
Jamie soon found herself a place at one of the many tables. The first few hands were pretty bad for her but after a while she began to catch on. Before long she found herself winning quite a bit. For the next 2 hours she continued to play while consuming plenty of complimentary soda.
About 3 hours after sitting down she was well ahead. Her bladder began signaling her need to go to the ladies room. Jamie felt she was on a winning streak and did not want to leave. She decided to hold on instead. A half hour later her need became more desperate. Still she didnt want to leave.
As her need kept increasing she kept saying to herslef "One more hand" each round once again she thought the same. Soon she began to find herself squirming restlessly in her chair. Her actions quickly caught the attention of others at the table. As discretly as she could she tried to regain her composure. Her need was becomming more severe yet she did not want to give up her post.
four hours after she sat down she was still in the same place now with an overflowing bladder. Still she did not want to get up. Again she kept saying to herself "One more hand". Finally she felt a spasm in her bladder and began to worry. Jamie felt as if everyones eyes were on her. No doubt someone knew her situation. The dealer had just dealt the cards, she was in the middle of a play and couldnt get up just then. "I have to go after this hand or Ill wet my pants" She thought to herslef. Once again her bladder began to spasm. "Oh no!" she thought. Finally the hand was over. She began to stand up but just as she did her bladder once again spasmed she froze for a second but as she continued to stand up it became to much. To her horror she felt the warm rush of pee fill the crotch of her jeans.
Everthing stopped as everyone at the table turned there attention to her. She stood motionless, the smell of her hot pee filled the air along with a distinct hissing sound as her pee flooded down her legs. Her face turned red with embarrasment. As she quickly walked away she could here the gigles from the people around her.
Her friend was just around the corner and came to see what the laughter was about. Jamie stood right in front her with her soaked jeans. "Wh..What the hell did you do?" asked her friend. "C'mon, lets get out of here!" Jamie responded. Her friend began to laugh and said "You peed your pants! Didnt you?" "C,mon, lets go this is embarrasing!" She urged. "Yea, for you!" her friend snickered as they went out the door.
"So Jamie, what happened in there? You know they do have bathrooms!" her friend teased. "Oh, give me a break its not that funny." Jamie responded. "I just got to involved at that table." Her friend snickers, "Well, I wouldnt have told anyone but, I did the same thing myself once, playing a dumb slot machine." she says. "hell, I wasnt even winning. At least you had an excuse." Jamie and her friend both laughed at the situation and headed home.
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Jamie had never been to a casino before and was lookimg foward to the weekend when she planned to go. This was an exciting trip for her wich she had looked foward to for several weeks. Finally the day had arrived.
It was late evening on a Saturday, her and one of her friends headed to the casino. After a 2 hour drive they were there. Jamie spent some time taking in the whole situation. She decided to play some slot machines but had little luck. After some time her friend had convinced her to try playing blackjack. She was a bit nervous about it but decided to try it out. Her friend briefly explained the house rules and off they went.
Jamie soon found herself a place at one of the many tables. The first few hands were pretty bad for her but after a while she began to catch on. Before long she found herself winning quite a bit. For the next 2 hours she continued to play while consuming plenty of complimentary soda.
About 3 hours after sitting down she was well ahead. Her bladder began signaling her need to go to the ladies room. Jamie felt she was on a winning streak and did not want to leave. She decided to hold on instead. A half hour later her need became more desperate. Still she didnt want to leave.
As her need kept increasing she kept saying to herslef "One more hand" each round once again she thought the same. Soon she began to find herself squirming restlessly in her chair. Her actions quickly caught the attention of others at the table. As discretly as she could she tried to regain her composure. Her need was becomming more severe yet she did not want to give up her post.
four hours after she sat down she was still in the same place now with an overflowing bladder. Still she did not want to get up. Again she kept saying to herself "One more hand". Finally she felt a spasm in her bladder and began to worry. Jamie felt as if everyones eyes were on her. No doubt someone knew her situation. The dealer had just dealt the cards, she was in the middle of a play and couldnt get up just then. "I have to go after this hand or Ill wet my pants" She thought to herslef. Once again her bladder began to spasm. "Oh no!" she thought. Finally the hand was over. She began to stand up but just as she did her bladder once again spasmed she froze for a second but as she continued to stand up it became to much. To her horror she felt the warm rush of pee fill the crotch of her jeans.
Her friend was just around the corner and came to see what the laughter was about. Jamie stood right in front her with her soaked jeans. "Wh..What the hell did you do?" asked her friend. "C'mon, lets get out of here!" Jamie responded. Her friend began to laugh and said "You peed your pants! Didnt you?" "C,mon, lets go this is embarrasing!" She urged. "Yea, for you!" her friend snickered as they went out the door.
"So Jamie, what happened in there? You know they do have bathrooms!" her friend teased. "Oh, give me a break its not that funny." Jamie responded. "I just got to involved at that table." Her friend snickers, "Well, I wouldnt have told anyone but, I did the same thing myself once, playing a dumb slot machine." she says. "hell, I wasnt even winning. At least you had an excuse." Jamie and her friend both laughed at the situation and headed home.
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Jessee's Accident by C.U. Squirm
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A couple of years ago I met a girl named Jessee at a nite club. Jessee and
her friend were trying to get in the door and the bouncers were checking
thier ID's and there was some problem. I know the owner of the place and
all the bouncer know me, so I told them to let the girls in and they did.
Jessee was stunning! She had long brown curley hair and dark brown eyes.
Her body was to die for! She was thin, had a perfect set of tits for her
body frame, had great long legs and a completly flat tummy. But the best
part was her ass. Jessee had the nicest, tightest, firmest, roundest ass
you have ever seen!
Anyway, we sat down and had a drink and Jessee had to go pee pretty early
on. I'm thinking, "could this totally hot babe have a weak bladder"? That
question was to be answered. After she got back, we left and went to
another bar. They had a mini skirt contest and both these girls had great
body's and wanted to win the cash first prize. Unfortunately, neither had a
mini skirt on. Michelle, Jessee's friend, said, "Lets do the contest in our
panties. No one knows us here". I said, "Great idea." They eventually
decided not to do it in their panties and I said, "My car is outside, if
you girls don't live far, we could go get you some mini skirts". We decided
to do that. Jessee was wearing skin tight, black jeans and I asked, "You
should have done the contest in your panties, you would have won for sure!
Do you have little black lace panties under those black jeans, Jessee? "No,
they're multi-colored string bikini's".
We got to my car and drove back to their apartment, which was about a 15
minute drive. They lived in a college dorm and when we got there they said
I could'nt come uo and would have to wait in the car. I said for them to
hurry up. They came back about 10 minutes later and we headed back to the
club. About half way there Jessee said, "I'm going to have to run when we
get out of this car". Michelle said, "How come Jess"? Jessee said, "I
really have to pee"! Michelle said, "Why did'nt you go when you were in
your room"? Jessee said, "I wanted to hurry because Steve was waiting in
the car". That's the problem when you drink beer, you always have to pee",
said Jessee." It's worst when your driving home with a guy and you say you
have to pee and he tells you to wait until we get home", "I say I have to
pee now, but they never stop for me!"
When we got back to the bar, Jessee got out of the car real fast and said,
"Come on guys, hurry!" When we got to the door, the bouncers recognized the
girls and said, "Lets see the mini skirts you got." Michelle stopped to
show them, but Jessee ran by. I headed after Jessee. When she got to the
top of the stairs she stopped because she did'nt know where the bathrooms
were. She started bending at the knees and bouncing up and dowm. She said,
"Ohh where are the bathrooms, I have to go soooo bad!" She started the
wrong way, but I grabbed her arm and led her in the right direction. I
said, "This way. Up the stairs in the back". Jessee said, "Oh hurry, It's
an emergancy, I'm about to wet my pants!" I was hoping for a long line, but
there was none and Jessee made it. No accident, but I knew she was capable
of having one.
Later, after a couple of hours of drinking, we were still waiting for them
to start the contest. They were milking the crowd to keep them drinking so
the kept delaying the start of the contest. Jessee was peeing on a regular
basis. I was trying to think of a way to delay her from peeing, but as long
as we were in the bar, she had a bathroom right there. I heard Jessee ask a
guy if he had any weed one time and I had some excellent weed on me. Jessee
was getting drunk and I knew she would get high with me if I asked her. I
figured I'd wait for the right moment.
Jessee had'nt peed in a while because she was talking to a group of people.
I saw her cross her hot, long legs one time and bend at the knees with her
legs close together one time and I knew my chance was there. I waited for
her to head towards the bathrooms and I cut her off and said, "hey Jessee,
I've got some killer weed. Do you want to get high?" She said, "Yes, but I
really have to pee!" I said," I don't have much and I have been waiting for
you to get away from that crowd of people" "Look Jess, I'm going now. it's
now or never." She gave me this most incredable pouting look and I said,
"Come on Jess, your a big girl,, you can hold it. We'll be right back." She
agreed to go with me
We headed outside and I said, "Let's go down that alley over there." Jessee
followed. When we stopped to light the joint, Jessee could'nt hold still
for a second. She was hopping from foot to foot, crossing her legs, bending
at the knees and anything else she could do to keep from wetting her pants.
Finally she said, "We have to get back to the bar. I have to pee soooo
bad!" I said, "As bad as last time?" She said, "Ohhhh. It is! It's an
emergancy! Please hurry! I can't hold it much longer!" I said, "Don't worry
Jess, you'll make it." She said, "Ohhhh, I told you I had to pee bad before
we left the bar. You HAVE to get me back there! Ohhh I have to gooooo!"
Then all of a sudden she stopped and grabbed her crotch and said, "Oh no,
It's coming out. I'm peeing in my pants! Oh hurry! Please!" But it was her
who could'nt hurry. She would take a few fast, short steps and then stop
again and grab her crotch and bend at the knees. After a few of these
efforts, a huge wave hit her and she started to pee in her pants huge time!
She tried and tried to stop the flow by twisting herself and grabbing her
crotch, but it was too late. She peed for about a minute and she said with
tears in her eyes, "Oh my God. I wet my pants! What am I going to do?!?"
Then she started to cry and I said "Don't worry Jessee, it'll be o.k." But
she kept crying and said, "I can't even leave! How am I going to walk past
all my friends to get my bag?" I said, "Don't worry Jess, I'll get your bag
and bring it out to you. You can change into one of your mini skirts and no
one has to know you wet your pants." She said, "Oh would you? I would be
sooo greatful." I said, "No problem."
I took her back to my car and told her to wait for me there. I got her bag
and came back to the car. She got in, making sure not to sit on the seats
and get them wet. Then she took off her tight black pants. I thought I was
going to die. There were those little, soaked, multi-colored, string bikini
panties clinging to her wet body. I let her dry off with a towel I had in
the car. She took off her panties and she put on one of the skirts, giving
me a real coy look as she did it. I was rock hard and she could see the
bulge though my pants and smiled. She said, "I guess I'll have to go
without panties for the rest of the night." I said,"Well that could come in
handy in the right situation." She said, "Like what kind of a situation?"
She gave me the coy smile again and I said as I leaned over and kissed her,
"If you happen to meet some good looking guy that wants to make passionate
love to you all night long!" She said, "Like who?" I said, "I have someone
in mind." We fucked intensly in the car and I blew my load like I never had
before. I said, "How about we go back to my apartment and forget about that
silly contest?" She kissed me and nodded. then she said, "I hope it's not
too far, I'm starting to have to pee again." But's that's a story for
another time.
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