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!"

Dear Diary: Detention byDUCKLYNN©

 

Dear Diary,

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

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

Tootels

Dear Diary,

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

Well he can get crabs from skanky Sara.

Goodnight.

Dear Diary,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am looking forward to detention now.

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Baby Wets the Car bybabycuddlebunny©

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Super Full Moon Fever byGoldenrodTN©

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

"How often does that happen?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please..."

She closed her eyes and spread her legs slightly apart.

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

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

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

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

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

"Was that what you wanted?" She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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