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  1. View File Jade: Saran Wrap Pranks This is "lap film panic rest room 2" (as Google Translator would have it) from Jade. The premise is, as far as I can tell, that models are auditioning for someone until they become desperate, at which point the director sends them to the bathroom (though with some of the models, he makes them hold it for quite a while). The trick here is that the toilets are saran wrapped, which the models don't notice until they start peeing. This typically results in them getting shocked, trying to stop peeing, and generally peeing all over themselves. They then come out to the director, who gives them something to clean up with and clothes to change into. Its a neat twist on the "almost made it" genre. The inventory code on this is JHI-05. Anybody who likes this and wants more should look into OHOJHI-26 (No! Couldn't stop peeing3- Wrap film panic toilet) and DLPM148 (Hidden camera!! Wrapping trap prank toilet 1, scattered urination edition). Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Submitter zen Submitted 11/23/2017 Category Female videos Clothing
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  2. As promised. If you don't know Parker and Meagan, read these first: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 5 1/2 Part 6 Part 7 We left Parker in a tough spot, as Dacy has just told him the story of how she wet her shorts -- and Meagan is not pleased. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ He went after her. “Meagan, wait,” Parker said, as he followed her down the hallway. “So here’s a twist: no.” “Meagan! Come on, you’re overreacting.” “I’m overreacting? I’m overreacting? I heard what I heard and I saw what I saw.” “She was telling me a story, for crying out loud,” Parker said as she slammed the dorm door open and charged outside. “And you were just eating it up,” she shot back, quietly. “I saw you. There’s a part of you that doesn’t lie.” “Oh, come on… I mean… look, that part’s really stupid sometimes, okay?” “Believe me, I know!” “But I wasn’t…” She stopped, whirled around, and said, “The rest of you wasn’t lying either.” The ice in her voice and in her eyes made him shiver. “You were eating it up,” Meagan said, her voice dropping almost to a whisper. “I wanted to get the fuck out of there!” “Door was open. You could have left any time.” Damn it, she’s right about that. I did want to hear the end. Outmaneuvered, he changed tactics. “Look, you’re basically saying this because of your trust issues, that’s all. You need to chill out.” “Oh, is that all?” Meagan said. “Is that all?” “I’m sorry I got turned on by the story! But piss happens, you know? I can’t turn it off or on just when I want to. But listen to me, I don’t…” He stopped. “Mister, you don’t get to tell me how I should feel,” Meagan said. “Not now. Not after everything we’ve done together.” “Wait, I’m confused—” “Too bad.” She turned again and started striding away. “Meagan!” “Don’t follow me.” “I just want to…” Meagan whirled around again. “Boy, you will stop following me or I will put you down.” Parker froze. He watched her go. He watched her merge into the crowd. He watched her until she had vanished from his sight, and then he watched the hole she’d left behind. ~~~ He’d expected the last week of school to be stressful. He just hadn’t thought it would be because of this. He tried to throw himself into his work. He bounced right out again. He tried to bury his feelings in music. Somehow the songs always ended up sad. He played games where he gunned down many things. Somehow this left him feeling even more tense. He tried to sleep. Sleep wasn’t having it. After two days of this, his brain and body felt like they’d been dried out, chopped to shreds, scrambled like an egg, then thrown into an oven, and finally dropped down a deep hole. Jonathan his roommate was naturally no help. Neither was CJ. The guys on the Ultimate team might be better, but a) that felt a little too close to home, and b) they all had finals, too. So Parker consulted his online friends again… the smarter ones, at least. dude. she sounds like a piece of work girls can get so damn jelous if i were you man i’d just forget her summer’s coming anyway thank you for playing, better luck next time Parker consulted a different online friend. sorry to hear that, man. that sounds really stressful how can I help? i’m still trying to figure out what i did wrong she said i didn’t get to tell her how she should feel well duh what do you mean? You can’t help what you feel, right? same goes for her if she’s jealous she’s jealous you can’t fight the feeling you can only give her a different one I mean, think about it how do *you* feel about her? Parker didn’t have to think very long. i was totally falling for her, man. ya think? so if I told you, ‘stop falling for her right now’ could you do it? um no figured it out yet? “Oh,” Parker said. “Oh. Oh, shit. I basically said that she should stop feeling jealous right before I told her that I couldn’t stop getting turned on… and she’d done all that for me because of what I felt…” you still there man? Oh shit i’m sorry i litrally just said “oh shit’ out loud and didn’t realize i hadn’t typed it yet so you got it yah question now is, what do i do about it nah, about that? You got no choice You gotta apologize, boy but do you want her back? cause i’m smellin the jelly from here and i’m five states away if she’s that jealous it’s gonna keep coming back do you even want her back/ *? Parker thought. And Parker remembered… “Oh, my dear sweet hedgehog, no no no no no. God no!” “There need to be more guys like you, Parker,” Meagan said. “If there aren’t, I’m gonna have to start renting you out so all my friends can see what they’re missing. And I don’t know if I can do that.” “Don’t want to share?” “Can’t decide what to charge.” “$9.95 an hour.” “Hon, you are selling yourself seriously short. It would be at least $12.” The wild dance party, joy just running through both of them… Meagan naked, struggling to hold it in for just one more second for him… Meagan riding him, tall in the saddle, a sly and satisfied smile playing across her face… Meagan’s legs as she did squats in the weight room… And most of all… (Savannah, Georgia. Six weeks earlier.) They had walked out along the warm ocean-side, just the two of them, holding hands, barefoot on the wet sand right at water’s edge. The sun was still high and shining down on their faces. The gulls were crying. Parker still hadn’t quite come down from the high of his birthday present, especially not since he’d spent virtually every waking hour with Meagan since then. “This is perfect,” he said. “It’s really not,” Meagan said at once. “Why? What’s wrong?” “Nothing is ever perfect.” Meagan stopped walking, let go of his hand, and looked out to sea. “That’s… pessimistic.” “No, it’s realistic. Listen, Parker, when I say nothing is ever perfect, I’m speaking from experience here, okay? I thought I had perfect moments with perfect guys. Now those ‘perfect’ moments—” she made the air quotes with her fingers “—are kinda painful memories. Which remind me of even more painful memories. Remember, hon, I have seen some really terrible things, and done a couple of them myself. “And you know, this is kind of a crapsack world.” She gestured out at the ocean. “Out there people are starving, fighting, stealing, raping, straight-up owning slaves… No moment is ever perfect, not if you’ve got compassion.” “But that means you can never be happy.” “You’re mixing up perfection and happiness. I can be happy even if something’s not quite right. I can be happy even if I know the moment won’t last. And I can be happy knowing that however bad it gets, I’m learning. All those ‘perfect’ moments that are kinda painful for me now? I don’t regret any of them. Not to say I’ve got no regrets, because my dear god do I have some. But I’ve learned from it all. And the main thing I’ve learned is that in a crapsack world, you grab onto whatever you can find that’s not crappy. Because it’s all the more important, you see? “A day like this, a place like this, walking on the warm sand with my sweetie, games to be played with the team I love… that’s about as far from crappy as it gets. So it’s not perfect, but I’m going to remember this as long as I can. As long as I’ve got half a brain left. Because in all the crap, the good moments matter a lot.” She took his hand. He stood beside her, following her gaze out across the ocean. They stood quiet for a long moment. Then he said, “Did you get that from Angel? The ‘no big win’ speech in Season 2?” She grinned. “You figured it out.” “I think I…” He paused, started over. “You know, you are the coolest. Wait, I’m learning, I got this! …You are super-cool in a super-uncool world.” She kissed his cheek, then his lips, and they made out until the tide lapped at their ankles. He wanted to remember this moment for a long time, too… do you even want her back/ *? Parker’s cursor blinked at him. And then he typed, carefully but firmly: Absolutely. Then he closed the chat. ~~~ Meagan worked in the college mail room. This meant it was incredibly easy to get hold of her, as long as you sent your note by interdepartmental mail. Parker didn’t take that approach—he didn’t trust it to be her who picked it up—but he did sneak into the mail room when he was confident she was at lunch and slipped a note into her mailbox. He’d tried to say as much as possible as shortly as possible, and it had only taken him eleven tries. It read: Meagan, I’m sorry. You were right. I was wrong. You’ve really taken care of my feelings and I should have taken care of yours. Thank you so much, for everything. Parker ~~~ He hadn’t expected a reply, although he’d hoped for one. He’d hoped for the knock on his door, but he hadn’t expected to see Dacy standing there. “Parker, I’m so sorry!” she said immediately. “I think I messed everything up. Um… can we talk? Do you have time?” Parker was suddenly acutely conscious of Jonathan watching. “Uh—yeah. Let’s… just… go for a walk, maybe?” “Sure!” It had been a while since Parker had seen Dacy dressed so formally. She wasn’t in a suit, but she definitely looked more professional. “So Meagan didn’t talk to me for, like, two days,” she said. “So all I knew was that something went really really wrong that day and I didn’t know why. She finally calmed down enough to get mad at me.” “Wait, what?” “When Meagan gets really really mad, she just locks you out.” “Yeah, I’m getting that.” “Uh-huh! So she calmed down enough that she could yell at me, and that’s when she told me she thought I was coming on to you.” She wrinkled her nose. “She didn’t really explain why she thought that...” Thank you once again, Meagan, for keeping my secret. “…But then, she wasn’t making total sense because she also said that you were coming on to me.” “Huh?” “I know, right? She walked in on us talking, she thought we were flirting, she flips, she doesn’t come home for two days.” “She didn’t even come back to the room?” “Nope.” “Where did she sleep?” “She says she didn’t.” “Uh… wow.” “Yeah. So I calmed her down even more so she was calm enough to not yell at me any more and I think she believed me that I wasn’t into you.” “You’re not?” “Yeah, no offense, but you’re really just not what I’m looking for in a guy.” “Out of curiosity, what am I missing?” “About three years and six inches,” Dacy said promptly. “…Which six inches did you have in mind?” She stuck her tongue out at him. “Parker, I’m shocked! That’s like something I would say!” He shrugged. “I just work with what you give me.” “I’d say something back to that but then we’d be flirting and that’s not what I came here for at all because then we’d be proving Meagan’s crazy jealousy right,” Dacy said, all in one breath. “Um. Okay. How is she now?” “She turned in her last paper and collapsed. Called in sick at work, too. Hasn’t woken up since.” “So you didn’t come from her?” “No, I’m not her go-between. Yet. Would you like me to be?” “You mean like take messages back and forth?” “God no! Who has time for that? I meant I’d get the two of you talking again. But I gotta ask if you still want to get back with her.” “Absolutely. But—” Dacy waited a whole five seconds, which showed how seriously she was taking this. “I’m not expecting anything,” he said. “Mostly I just want to make things right before we all go home.” Dacy nodded. “Okay. And I’m not sure but I think she’s really sad about you. So anyway I thought I’d offer and I talked to you first since you were the one who was awake.” “Yes. Please. I would be so grateful.” “Okay. As soon as she wakes up I’ll ask her.” ~~~ The next five days passed incredibly slowly, which was especially bad since it was really only one day. It just felt five times as long. But even though it felt like most of a year, the phone did eventually ring, and it was Dacy. “Meet us in the quad,” she said, and hung up. Parker quickly put on a clean shirt and went out. It was getting late, after dinner; the spring sun was setting, but the air was still warm. Meagan was wearing her cutoff jeans—not classic Daisy Dukes but far more practical loose thigh-lengths—and a maroon tank top and, judging by the strap visible on her left shoulder, a black bra. Her freckled shoulders were in full display, except that she was wearing her hair down. She looked exhausted, and also amazing. But he kept his hands to himself. Her eyes flickered to his face, and then away. Dacy pulled a blanket out of her bag, spread it out on the ground, and said, “Okay, I’ll leave you to it!” and vanished. Wait, don’t leave, I’m not sure I’m ready for this… Meagan looked up again and held his gaze at last, and her tired eyes had so clearly been crying. And he couldn’t help it. He stepped closer and spread his arms to fold her in—but just at the last second he remembered. “Hug?” he asked, gently. She nearly tackled him, she hugged him so hard. This went on some time. Then they broke apart just enough to look each other in the eye again. “I’m so sorry,” Meagan said. “I am, too.” “You don’t need to apologize,” she said. “Oh, I think I do. The way I treated you—” “I mean you don’t need to apologize again. I got your note. Thank you for that, by the way.” “Oh. You’re welcome.” “It was just about perfect.” “Some wise person once told me there was no such thing as perfect.” “Well, that note was pretty close. So sweet and broke my heart. I wish I’d gotten it earlier… do you know I don’t usually check my mailbox very often? The mail room just hands me anything that’s got my name on it.” “Oh, shit,” he said, grinning. “I didn’t.” “Yeah, the only reason I got it at all was I was clearing out some of the junk that had piled up this semester. Fuckin’ lucky.” “I’ll say.” “And I’d already pretty much made my mind up, but that made it so much easier.” “Made your mind up on what?” “I want to talk a few things through with you first.” She glanced at the blanket lying unoccupied on the ground next to them. “Do you wanna sit down? Dacy brought it out here, it would kinda be a waste if we don’t. And she’s trying so hard…” “Okay,” he said, and released her. He sat cross-legged; she knelt down, sitting on her heels. She brushed her red-touched hair off her shoulder and said, “So you know I’m like, two years older than you?” This wasn’t the way he’d expected this conversation to go. “But you’re just a sophomore.” “I took a year off. Had to. I needed to work enough to pay for this place.” She sighed. “Anyway. I’m definitely older than you. And we both know I’m way more experienced. I thought about that a lot these past few days.” Yeah, okay, this is a bit more of what I expected. She’s definitely breaking up with me. “Well, you can’t be two full years. Our birthdays are only five months apart.” “All right, Mr. Precision, seventeen months. But ‘it’s not the years, it’s the mileage.’ What I’m trying to say is, I felt really bad about it. I’m the older one, and you are still figuring relationships out, and so I’m not the one who should have acted like a middle schooler, jumped to all kinds of conclusions, and then stomped off and given everyone the silent treatment.” “Okay.” “I finally talked to Dacy, and she told me her side of the story, and I realized I had fucked up well beyond all recognition. You see, I thought either you had asked her to tell you that story about her wetting her pants, or that she had figured out you were into it and she was hitting on you.” “No, she just volunteered it, totally out of the blue.” “Yeah, I finally figured that out.” “So wait. This was all because of a little misunderstanding?” “No, a little misunderstanding plus my raging trust issues. Like you said.” She held up a hand. “But don’t feel too superior just yet. I was just angry and jealous until then. When you said that, when you just took my secrets and threw them in my face like that, and had the guts to say I was being too emotional about it, all at once? That was, like, the worst possible thing you could have said, in the worst possible way.” “I know. I’m so, so sorry.” “I know you are. That’s what made me so glad about your note, that you’d figured it out.” “I had help.” “Still counts. The other thing that made me glad about that note was that you didn’t ask me to take you back. I honestly was expecting you to beg. But you didn’t. That honestly made it so much easier.” “I get it,” Parker said. “Big age gap, bigger experience gap, and summer’s coming. I understand. Easier just to end it.” “Oh yeah, much easier,” Meagan said. She took a deep breath. “But I don’t want to.” She can’t possibly mean what I think she means… “I mean, when do I ever do things the easy way?” Meagan asked, spreading her hands questioningly to emphasize her point. “You wanna stay together?” Those spread hands came to rest on his shoulders. “I do. I mean, sure it’s gonna be tough, but…” He kissed her. She kissed him back. “I’m not gonna complain,” Parker said once he’d gotten his breath back, “but… why?” “I thought back to that day on the beach… and I thought, Wait, here’s this good thing, like the best thing that’s ever come along in my love life, and I’m going to fuck it up because I’m assuming it’s going to go to crap? Because it’s too hard? No. You’re not perfect, Parker, but I’ve never been with anyone better than you. And you are so infinitely better than everyone else I’ve ever been with. I just… don’t want to let go of that. Of you.” “I was remembering that day, too.” “I could tell, from what you said earlier.” “That’s how I decided I still wanted to be with you,” he said. “I want to be with someone who thinks like that.” She grinned, a little sheepish. “What, someone who steals their life’s philosophy from a TV show about a vampire detective?” “Absolutely.” She kissed him again. And then they kissed each other for a long time. “You’ve never had a real fight like this before, have you?” Meagan asked. “Not really. Not one that we came back from.” “You did a pretty good job, then.” “Thank you.” “But you’ve never had make-up sex, have you?” “Nope.” “Then you are in for a treat, my friend.” She kissed his cheek. “Are you still leaving Friday?” “Um, I could push it back a bit. My dad’s driving down to pick me up, he wouldn’t mind waiting, I don’t think.” “Good. If you can leave Saturday instead we can do this properly.” She looked intently into his eyes. “But this time, we’re gonna do it my way. Basically that means I’ll be in charge. Okay?” “Yes please,” he said. “I’ve been wanting to ask about that, actually. You’ve been so so good with what I want, I wanna give back with what you want.” “Do you have any problems with me being in charge? Like, totally in charge?” “I trust you.” She kissed him. “You do, don’t you. That means… a lot, you know. “But don’t worry,” she added, “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.” She leaned close and whispered in his ear, “Because I’ll be sure to drink lots of water ahead of time.” “How is this your way, then?” “You’ll see.” “Not tonight, though.” “No. God no. I am exhausted.” She grinned. “Wanna spend the night anyway?” “Yes please. But can you get Dacy to wear something more than that t-shirt?” “Believe me, I’ll try.” That night, they cuddled close under the bedsheet, Meagan as big spoon, and Parker cried a little out of sheer relief and wonder. Meagan heard him or felt him, and hugged him tighter. “I got you,” she said, and there was a little catch in her voice, too. “I got you.” ~~~ The next two days were finals and Parker’s grades probably went up about 5% from what he’d expected to get: up 20 because he was no longer stressing, down 15 because he was thinking about the weekend. The night after finals were over there were All The Parties, as Meagan put it, and they went drinking and dancing. In the middle of one party Meagan led Parker off the dance floor and upstairs to where there was a shorter line for the bathroom, and made out with him until their turn came, and took him in with her. “Lotta drunk guys at this party,” she explained as she undid her belt and pulled down her pants. “I wanted an escort. And I wanted you to see this,” she added as she sat down on the toilet and started to pee. “Is this the start of the make-up sex?” “Call it the prologue.” She pulled grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a kiss, still peeing. “I just want you thinking about me and pee the next little while, that’s all,” she explained. “Oh, believe me, I’m thinking about it.” “You do that.” On Friday, nothing much happened before noon because of the mass hangover, and then the mass exodus began, as people packed up dorm rooms, loaded cars, and drove away for the summer. Meagan and Parker were no exception, except that they helped each other pack so they could stay closer together. Parker’s roommate Jonathan was already mostly packed, which made Parker’s job pretty easy. They put a lot of his stuff into storage for next year, then took his suitcase and duffel bag and backpack over to Meagan’s room. Dacy was taking a lot longer to clean up and Meagan hadn’t even started yet, but between the three of them they got Dacy’s stuff out to her mother’s car without problems and put most of Meagan’s rather fewer belongings into storage. A few crucial items remained in Meagan’s bedside table, however. And all throughout it, Meagan kept sipping water, steadily. And often as she did, she gave Parker’s hand a squeeze, or gave him a quick wink, or just raised one eyebrow with a knowing look. Dacy’s mom took them all out to dinner, which was a very nice change from the cafeteria (which was closed anyway), and then they said their farewells in the parking lot. Dacy gave them both big hugs. Parker tried not to get too excited about this, and Dacy definitely kept it brief compared to the long embrace she gave to Meagan. “I’m so so so glad you guys are okay again,” Dacy said. “You are so sweet together, I just couldn’t stand it!” “We’re pretty glad too,” Parker said dryly. “I love you both! Stay in touch! Have good sex! See you in August!” Then she was gone, and suddenly the whole campus seemed quiet. Meagan took Parker by the hands and drew him close. She smooched him several times quickly on his cheek and nose and (standing on tiptoe) forehead, then gave him a long, lingering kiss with her hand on his back pressing him firmly to her. “Alone at last,” she whispered in his ear. His blood started pounding. “And guess what?” “Hmm?” “I kinda need to pee. I haven’t gone for hours.” “I noticed.” “Shall we go for a walk?” “Not inside?” “No, silly, we’ve been in dorm rooms all day, and the sun won’t be down for an hour. Besides, we’ve got to make me wait a little longer, don’t we?” “Where are you at, scale of 1 to 10?” “Oh, I don’t know. I can hold so dang long it’s hard to judge these things. But I can tell you this much, I’d go right now if I weren’t holding it for you.” Those words sent a shiver through him. She grinned and ran a finger up his back, underneath his shirt. “That’s what I want to see,” she said. They strolled through the sports fields behind campus, then up the gentle hill toward where the woods began, holding hands, occasionally stopping for another kiss, occasionally stopping so they could take drinks from Meagan’s bottle, which she had carefully taken with them. They talked of various things, but somehow the conversation always circled back around to their relationship… “I’m gonna be working all June and July.” “Where do you work again?” “Camp Graham, remember? I get to corral herds of fifth and sixth graders for nine straight weeks.” “Do you get any time off?” “Oh yeah, the parents show up on Saturday morning and we always threaten that if there’s a kid still there at noon we’ll leave them for the wolves. And then we don’t have to be back on duty until the first kids for the next week come in on Sunday afternoon. Saturdays we generally party, Sunday morning we generally sleep, but that doesn’t take all the time. So I can definitely call you on the weekend.” “Mm, sounds tough.” “Oh, it is. You would not believe what those girls get themselves into.” “Drama?” “Like none other.” “Ever need to run the boys out of the girls’ side of camp?” “At least once a year. Pays pretty well, though, and that’s the crucial bit. But then that leaves us with August.” “What about it?” “I’m thinking you could come out and see me the week before school starts and we can go up to my family’s cabin. Then maybe we can drive down to school together. How’s that sound?” “Fantastic!” “’Kay, it’s a deal! We can talk more once I talk to my uncle, he’s the one who owns it.” “Okay, I’m really excited now.” “That was the general idea,” Meagan said, her voice suddenly turning sultry. “Not that way!” “Oh, you should be, though. A cabin on 47 acres of forest land? All to ourselves? We can get up to so much fun that way.” “Well, now that you put it that way...” “For instance,” she said, “I can show you how girls can pee in the woods. Or would you like to see that right now? We’ve got trees right over there.” Parker swallowed. “That would be kinda nice…” “But there’s no one around,” Meagan said. “I could just drop my pants and squat down right here.” “Do you want to?” “Mmmm. I kinda do. It’s getting a little more urgent now.” “If you want to, go ahead.” “Mmmmmmmmm.” She wrapped her arms around him and laced her fingers together behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. And then another. “I think I want to tell you something first.” “Sure.” “We’re doing this my way. Remember? And that means I’m in charge.” “Yeah. I remember.” “So you no longer get to decide when I pee. ‘Kay?” “Got it.” “So if I wanted to do this—” she undid the top button of her cutoffs and unzipped them, revealing a flash of the green cotton below “—and then pop a squat, that would be my call. But instead I’m going to hold it a little longer, because you like it so much.” “I really do.” “Well, I’m going to wait. And you are going to wait. Because I’m in charge, and so you won’t cum until I say so. Got it?” “Uh… okay.” “Touch my clit, Parker,” she said, and he found it through the unzipped fly, under the green cotton. She shivered a little, then ran a trailing finger down the crotch of his jeans. He was a little hard underneath; at her touch, he got a little harder. “You like that?” “Yup.” “You like that I’m holding it for you?” “Fuck yes.” “Good. Good.” She kissed him, long and lingering, and then zipped up her cutoffs—without redoing the top button, he noticed—and took him by the hand and led him up to the woods. They went a short way in, where it was not too dark to see yet but was still under a little cover. “Ever seen a girl pee in a tree, Parker?” “Can’t say I have.” “Someday you will, I promise.” She leaned back against a tree and beckoned to him. “Kiss me, Parker,” she commanded, and he hurried to obey. He stiffened further as he pressed against her body. “Time for a new rule, I think,” Meagan said. “You don’t get to touch your cock any more. Even rubbing it up against me. ‘Kay? Only I get to decide when you get touched.” This was… oddly thrilling. “Got it.” “Take my shirt off, hon.” She held up her arms to make it easy for him, and he did as he was told, shivering a bit more with the excitement of doing this outside. She was wearing a black bra again. “Take this off me,” she said, turning her back to him, “but do not touch my breasts.” This took some time, since he fumbled with it. She shrugged out of the bra straps, holding the cups up to her breasts with her hands. “Take the bra from me, fold it up, and put it in my back pocket. You don’t get to touch my ass, either.” He pulled it out of her hands, which she kept covering her breasts, and followed instructions. “Kiss my shoulders. But don’t touch my back with your hands.” As he leaned close to do this, she backed into him with her butt and brushed it against his crotch, then drew away. After a few kisses on her freckled shoulders, she turned around, still cupping her breasts. “Do you want to see these?” she said. “Always.” “Pay the price.” She puckered her lips, and he kissed them. She slid her hands down slowly, down onto her belly, then down to her hips, and stood posed like that, watching his eyes, which were looking hungrily at her. He bent to kiss them. “No,” she said, firmly and gently, and pushed him back. She brought her hands to her breasts again, pushing them together. “You like that?” “Uh-huh.” “Would you like to put your cock there? Slide in right between them?” “Uh, yeah.” “We’ll do that someday, then,” she said. “But not right now. Right now, I really need to pee. What do you think? Should I pee right here?” She unzipped the fly of her jean cutoffs again. “You’re in charge.” “Fuckin’ right I am,” she said. She pulled the cutoffs down to her thighs, then her panties… but she kept one hand covering her crotch almost demurely. “Look closely, but it’s look and don’t touch,” Meagan said. She leaned back against the tree again and went into a sitting position. Parker watched, transfixed. “Just fix this picture in your mind,” she whispered. “Wait for the sound of my piss hitting the ground.” Nothing happened for a long moment, except that Parker’s breathing was going a lot faster. Then Meagan stood up and pulled her pants up again. “You didn’t pee?” “I decide when and where, remember?” Meagan said. “But imagine that I might have, hmm? Imagine what that would be like.” He did, and swallowed hard. She pulled her shirt back on—but didn’t put her bra back on before she did. “Getting a little cold out here?” Meagan asked, cradling her hands under her breasts and lifting them up for his inspection. Her nipples were visibly hard through the cotton. “Not really,” he said, truthfully. “Mmmhmm. This is all me, not the weather.” She gave a little shiver. “And feeling the shirt rubbing direct on my nips… mmm, that’s nice right now.” She took his hand. “You know what else feels nice?” “What?” “I am definitely ready to go find a place to pee. I think we’ll go back to the dorm now.” As they passed the spot on the path where she’d first unzipped her shorts, Parker asked, “How bad do you need to go?” “If I want you to know I’ll tell you,” Meagan said, warmly. “Ah. Got it.” “But since I do want you to know, I’ll tell you right now. If I weren’t with you I would have peed in the woods.” “Would you really pee out in the open, like you said?” She thought about it. “I think I’d have to be a little bit more desperate for that. I’d probably try to find some cover, even if no one was watching. But would you like me to do that someday? Out in public, no cover at all?” “Yes please.” “We’ll see if we can arrange that,” Meagan said. She stopped for a moment. “Imagine me squatting down right here,” she said. “Pants around my ankles. Bare-assed. Just picture that for a second.” He shivered, and shivered again as she traced the bulge at the front of his jeans with her fingers. “What I might do, if no one were around,” she said, “is take this out and play with it a little. Would you like that?” “Yes. Yes…” “Would you like that right now?” “Yes, please.” “Mmm, too bad,” she said, taking her hand away. “I’ve got plans for you. But also I don’t want to wait around here much longer, since I’m not going to pop a squat for you. Let’s get back.” Campus was almost empty, so they strolled through the brick buildings and tree-lined paths without any worries about the three erections (two small and breast-mounted, one large and at the crotch) that were fairly visible to the world close up. As they came to the lock on Meagan’s dorm, she crossed her legs as she slid the card through the card reader. “Now what?” Parker whispered, and wondered why he was bothering. “Bathroom?” “Oh, not yet,” Meagan purred, leading him down the hall by the hand. “I can last a little longer.” The door of her dorm room closed behind them. The room felt very empty, very strange, with all of the decorations down and most of the stuff packed away. But Meagan had left her bed intact, as well as a thin drape that she was using to cover the white-painted cinder-block wall, so that still felt familiar. Meagan turned to Parker, pulled him close, kissed him, and then crossed her legs. “So for your information,” she said, “I’m at the leg-crossing stage, obviously…I can hold it a while longer, but not without help. Those pelvic muscles are starting to get a little tired.” She took a drink from her Nalgene water bottle, and then held her arms straight up above her head, as if to have her shirt taken off. Something in the gesture was incredibly sensual. “Would you like to see me with my shirt off?” she asked. “Of course,” he said, and moved to help, but she shook her head. “Pay the price first,” she said. “Your shirt for mine.” He pulled his off immediately. “Now mine. But remember, no touching.” He did so. She brought her bare arms down and folded her hands to press against her crotch. This had the useful effect of pushing up her breasts. “You like these, don’t you,” she said softly. “Yes.” “You want to touch them. Kiss them.” “Yes.” “Not yet. Do you want me to take my pants off?” “Yes, please…” “Pay the price again. Pants and boxers. Your nakedness for my jeans.” He kicked off his shoes, shucked off his socks, and stripped. “Sit down on the bed.” She uncrossed her legs—and winced, and then ditched her sandals. She’d never re-buttoned the top of her jeans. She unzipped them slowly now, folding back the flaps to reveal more and more of her green panties, and finally peeled the waistband off her hips entirely and pushed the denim to the floor. She stepped out of them—how did she make even that look seductive?—and leaned close. She held her hands pressed against her crotch, again forcing her boobs together, which combined with gravity to create a vast valley in her chest. “Do you like what you see?” she whispered. “Yes.” “What do you like most? The boobs? Or my hands on my crotch?” He swallowed. “That’s really hard.” “Just to let you know, I really do need to keep holding on down there,” she said. “I never have to hold myself like that. You know that. But I really need to go that bad.” She smiled. “Does that help you decide?” “Yeah…” Parker was shivering with arousal now. His cock was iron-hard, and the tip was drooling cum. Meagan took one hand away from her groin to trace a knuckle down Parker’s cheek and neck, and a finger down his chest to his belly, and then to his hard-on. She caressed his cock with just that one finger. “Do you need to let go of something, too?” His teeth were starting to chatter. He couldn’t answer. But that was enough of an answer itself. “Would my hand help with that, too?” He managed to nod. “Or my boobs?” A rather more vigorous nod. “Or would you like to fuck me?” Frantic nodding. She drew back. She slid one hand under the waistband of her panties to hold herself. “Take these off me,” she commanded, “but don’t touch anything except my legs. Not my butt, not my crotch.” With some difficulty, because basic motor skills were slipping, he managed to pull them down to her thighs. As soon as the fabric left her crotch, however, she jerked and gasped and squeezed her legs together over her hand. For a long moment she got a highly focused look on her face. Then she relaxed slightly. “That was close,” she said. “The second those came off me, I needed to go ten times worse. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.” She caressed his cheek. “You like the words, don’t you? When I tell you how badly I need to go?” He nodded again. “I think I can hold on another few minutes. Not very much longer than that, though. I am nearly leaking. My hand’s already wet, though. You know why?” He could only look pleadingly at her. “I’m so wet for you. I love how hard I’ve made you. I love how desperate I’ve made you. You know what I love most about your fetish? The fact that I can control you so dang easily just by holding it. All I have to do is be whisper in your ear ‘I’m bursting’ and you get hard. “So yeah. I am dripping wet for you. Do you want to come in me?” He nodded so fiercely it looked like he was head-banging, and she chuckled low in her throat. “Get on the edge of the bed.” As he scooted forward, she turned around so her back was to him. She bent into a crouch, and began what he could only call a pee-dance lap dance. She squirmed, she writhed, obviously fighting for every second now. But what she did, as she squirmed, was brush her butt against his thighs, his chest and belly, and—very rarely against his cock. Somehow she always managed to miss that. He finally found his voice. “Please, please, can I fuck you?” She stopped dancing—well, controlled it, and looked over her shoulder. “No, you can’t,” she whispered. “I know I’m not allowed to touch myself,” he said, “but please, can you touch me? I need… I need to…” “I know what you need,” she purred. “And you need it just as bad as I need to piss. Not yet. For either of us. I think I’m done touching your cock tonight.” “Can I touch you?” She settled herself on his left leg, hands still wedged in between her legs. “You can touch my shoulders,” she said, “and my back. But not my breasts. Not my butt. Not my crotch.” “Can I kiss you?” “You may.” After just a few moments of making out, she whispered in his ear, “Guess what?” “What?” “You’re not coming tonight.” He jerked as if she’d hit him. “Oh, don’t worry, we’ll get you there,” she whispered again. “But not tonight.” She stood up. “I’m going to go pee,” she said, “because I am about to explode. Stay on the bed and do not touch yourself. If you do you’ll probably blow your load in a heartbeat and that would be a real waste. If you’re limp by the time I get back you’ll be in serious trouble. If you’re starting to get soft ‘cause I’m not in sight, just remember what it is I’m doing in the bathroom. In fact, I’m going to leave both doors open. I’ll bet you’ll be able to hear me from here.” Still clutching her crotch with one hand, she went over to her closet, where a few things were still hanging, and pulled out something he’d never seen before: a bathrobe. Maybe a kimono, he wasn’t sure, but it was clearly designed for being looked at rather than keeping the wearer warm: it was thin, and short—only thigh-length. She put it on one arm at a time, keeping the other hand pressed between her legs. She couldn’t tie the belt with only one hand, however, so instead she just held it closed—that other hand still crushed between her thighs—as she stepped out into the hall, bent almost double. Anyone looking at her would probably get quite a good idea of what she looked like naked, because her boobs were nearly falling out and it was easy enough to see her crotch. Aware that there were still people in the dorm, Parker scooted back onto the bed so Meagan’s closet hid most of him. As soon as this was done, he heard the bathroom door swing open and heard Meagan flip down the doorstop. He imagined her using her toe, maybe leaning on the door with her head as she tried to manage the simple task while holding on for dear life. He heard a stall door slam back on its hinges. And a moment later, he heard an absolute thunderous piss. And over it, just barely audible, a choked-back moan. She peed fast, he’d noticed, letting it all out in a torrent, but tonight it still took a while. And he was not going to have any trouble staying hard. After the gusher stopped, he couldn’t hear anything for a few minutes. Then, finally, a faint sound of paper rolling, followed by a flush. She washed her hands, closed the bathroom door behind her, and came back into the room. She was wearing her kimono properly this time, belted at the waist; it didn’t do much to hide her, though, for it fell open very wide at the chest and if she turned too fast, the thin fabric billowed out and her boob was totally visible from the right angle. She closed the dorm door and came over to the bed. She grabbed her Nalgene and took two long drinks. Then she knelt down, straddling him, and the kimono fabric pulled up and apart and it was entirely obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath—which he’d already known, of course, but it was still thrilling. “I’m shaking,” she said, and he could feel it in her thighs, bracketing his own. “Better?” “Oh yeah. I basically came while I was peeing, I think. Or at least it felt like I came.” “But I can’t come?” “No. Because this is how I get off, my dear sweet hedgehog: controlling my lover. I think you can probably figure out why, if there’s any blood left in your brain.” “Not a lot,” Parker said, “but yeah, I think I get it.” “So what we’re going to do now,” Meagan said, “is bring you back down without getting you off. It’s gonna take a little while.” She shrugged out of the kimono, and its silk fell across his knees behind her. “Getting naked again is gonna help?” Parker asked skeptically. “Yes, actually, because we’re not going to do anything with it and your body will get bored. Get on the edge of the bed again.” He was skeptical that her nakedness would ever bore him, but moved back to where she’d given him that dance. She knelt behind him, clasping his hips with her thighs, pressing her breasts to his bare back, and cuddled him, gently stroking his cheek. She held him still like that. At first the delight of having her naked behind him kept him pretty hard, but gradually his cock did shrink a little, because she wasn’t moving or stroking or dancing or holding (either him or her pee). Eventually she had him sit on the floor (on a pillow) and gave him a shoulder rub, occasionally taking swigs from her bottle. He couldn’t say he was totally relaxed, but he wasn’t rock-hard rampant any more. “I’m gonna test you out,” Meagan said, and cradled his mostly-limp cock in her hand. Instantly he hardened again. “Still pretty sensitive, huh?” “Yeah.” “It’ll take a little longer, then.” They didn’t say anything for a long time. She massaged his shoulders, his neck, his scalp, and gradually he relaxed. “How are you feeling, beautiful?” Meagan asked. “That was intense,” Parker said. “Like, the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me.” “Better than your birthday?” “Yeah. Definitely. And I didn’t even come!” “No, you did not. So you learned something today, huh? You can have a great moment like that and not blow your load. I wasn’t planning on coming either. It just… slipped out.” “I kinda wish mine had… I can’t believe you did all that to me and I didn’t just spontaneously explode!” “Don’t worry. A lot of guys can’t come without some touch. I was hoping you were one of them, and it sure seems like you are. And don’t worry about this, either: you will come like a rocket again. Just not tonight.” “Tomorrow?” “You’ll come when I want you to come.” “It’ll have to be tomorrow. We’re leaving tomorrow.” And suddenly the sadness of that hit him. “Shh. We’re doing a lot of things tomorrow,” she said. “It’ll be a good day. You’ll see.” She ran her fingers through his hair again. “Are you all right with me running this show? A lot of guys have some problems with being out of control like this.” “Not a problem. Never been a problem. I’ve always been in your hands, Meagan,” he said. “I love you.” She stopped stroking his hair, took his face between her palms, and kissed him. Then she said, “I know.” “You do?” “You nearly told me on the beach in Savannah. I heard you. I didn’t say anything then because, well, young love, and we were still pretty new together. Actually, we still are, but we’ve had our first seriously big fight and survived. We talked about a lot of heavy stuff and we’re making up, and that’s pretty huge. I can’t promise we’ll do great at long-distance. I’ve never done that before. But we’re going to try. Because I think I’m falling for you too, Parker. Not sure how that happened.” “You’ve never been in love?” “Two or three times. But I thought I’d learned better.” “Maybe this time it’ll be different.” “It already is, beautiful boy. That’s why we’re in this bed together right now.” She yawned. “Speaking of bed… I am wiped. That holding takes it out of me, you know?” “It’s still only 9:15.” “Early to bed, early to rise. We’ll get up and have a good long day. Besides, I have to drive, so I want plenty of sleep.” He got dressed, used the bathroom, brushed his teeth, came back to bed, stripped off again (except his boxers), and fell into her arms. It was only 9:30 when they turned the lights out. “There’s really only one thing that worries me about tomorrow,” Meagan murmured into his shoulder, as she spooned him again. “Hmm?” “I’m worried you’re gonna have a wet dream and all my careful prep work will be for nothing.” “Well, I’ll try not to.” “You better. I know exactly where and when I want you to come, and it’s not on my sheets at 4am.” He shivered a little. “Sleep well, lover,” she said through a yawn. ~~~ He woke up from an intensely erotic dream and found he was hard again. He got out of bed, walked around the room a few minutes to let the blood drain out, and went to the bathroom. When he came back into the room, Meagan made an adorable questioning noise as she felt for him in the bed. He crawled back in beside her. “Just got up to pee,” he said. “Lucky you,” she murmured, and then passed out again without explanation. ~~~ When he woke up the second time, he was hard once more… but that was because Meagan was giving him a blow job. When she realized he was awake, she stopped, wiped her mouth, and grinned at him. “Good morning, lover,” she said. “Don’t stop,” he croaked. “Oh, I can’t wrap up our fun so soon!” she said cheerfully. “I have plans.” “How on earth are you this awake so early…?” Parker mumbled, fumbling for his watch: 5:20. “Well, we did get to bed early, too,” Meagan said. “That’s part of it. But the other part is my plan for today.” “Which is…?” “I am not going to pee today until you come, and I gotta go. So I woke you up.” “Next time, all you need to do to wake me up is say that.” She grinned even more broadly. “Thought that would get your attention.” “I think I’m pretty ready,” Parker said, “especially after last night.” “Oh, you’re not gonna come just yet,” Meagan said, playfully powerful. “Then why wake me up?” “Because the fun is in how it affects you, silly. I’m probably not going to do this on my own, you know. But I love love love doing it with you because I love having my hand on your on switch.” “You mentioned, last night.” “Mmhm. So if I’m gonna be squirming all over this room for the next hour or so, I definitely want my audience. And I don’t think you’d want to miss it, would you?” “Definitely not.” She stood up and stretched. “Mmmmmmmm. This feels delicious. I really do wanna pee right now. Not gonna, though. I know exactly when I get to pee.” “When?” “Spoilers, buddy.” She patted her bladder. “Definitely full. If I were waking up alone, I’d go to the bathroom right now. If I were home alone, I wouldn’t even stop to put on clothes. If I were at camp, though… I’d have to get up, get some clothes on, get my sandals on, and walk over to the bathrooms. There have been some mornings when that walk was hard, hard, hard.” “Do you ever pee outside at camp?” “Mmm, not really? Maybe once on a Saturday after the kids went home? We’re generally close to the bathrooms. Sometimes we’re in the middle of something and it takes a little longer, but that’s generally not a problem for me. I’m good at holding.” “And how.” She bounced on her toes, bounced around, then looked at the floor of the dorm with a measuring eye and did a cartwheel. “Oof,” she said as she came back up from that. “That was a little tricky.” “I could watch this all day,” Parker said. “You are seriously full of beans.” “Full of pee and not nearly full enough of you,” Meagan said. “We could change that.” She smiled. “Not unless I give the word. Part of this is about denying myself, you know. It’s all about the control. The trust. That’s probably why you’re so good at this game. You trust me. And you listen. Last time I tried this, the guy would not stick to his part. I had to pry his hands off me or off his dick half a dozen times.” Parker’s face scrunched up at the thought of Meagan playing this game with someone else. She noticed and jumped back on the bed next to him, kissing him passionately. “Stay with me, hedgehog. We’re here, right now. I’m with you. You know I want you.” “Thank you,” he said. “That helped.” “You know what else will help?” “Hmm?” “Wanna feel how full I am?” “Yes please.” She took his hand in hers and pulled it to that place between crotch and belly. She wasn’t bulging out, but her muscles were definitely taut. “Just for you. All for you.” “That definitely helps.” She jumped up again, wincing only slightly as her feet hit the floor. She pranced around for a few minutes. “This is seriously fun,” she said. “Yeah?” “Yeah. I love driving you crazy for me.” She struck a “desperate” pose, hands placed on her crotch, breasts pushed together by her arms, bent slightly forward and her butt slightly out. Then she spun in a circle. Her hair went wild and she paused a moment to comb it out with her fingers. Somehow that simple act—admittedly with her naked and obviously slightly desperate—was intensely attractive, even more than the pose. Meagan fidgeted for a few more minutes, then stopped her prancing and looked around the room. “Hmmm. Where would I pee in here?” “Trash can.” “Been there, done that. Out the window, maybe?” She backed up and pointed her butt to the window (the blinds were closed). “Really? Anybody might see you.” “At 5 in the morning on a nearly-empty campus? Doubt it.” Her eyes lit up. “I like it. You could be in front of me. I could blow you or you could be in between my boobs… Do you want to do that?” A thrill ran through him. “Um, at this rate I just can’t wait to fuck you somehow. And watch you pee. Yeah. I could do that.” “You look like you’re nearly ready, yeah,” Meagan said with a grin. She straightened up. “But we’re not going to.” “You really like yanking my chain, don’t you.” “Yup, that’s the idea. Besides, I’ll get us where we want to go.” “I hope so.” Meagan bounced on her toes again. “Want to know how bad I need to go?” “Duh!” “If I were driving somewhere, I’d start thinking about pulling over anywhere I could see some cover.” “Really? Already?” “Remember how much water I drank last night, after I peed?” “Mmmm…” “Also it’s morning and I always need to pee as soon as I wake up, and also also, I’m naked and that’s making me go even more.” Her eyes flashed to her closet. She ran lightly over and pulled out a big thick bath towel. “I could just fold this up and pee on this,” she said. “Pretty absorbent. I could crouch down, you could jack off onto me… or I could just stand up and let it go down my legs…” She gave him an appraising look. “Come here, Parker,” she commanded. When he came over, she gave his cock a light stroke—not that it needed much help to stay stiff—and then told him, “Lay down on the towel.” He did, staring up at her, wondering what was about to happen. She stood over him, one leg on either side of him, just touching his hips. “Do you want me to fuck you right here on the floor?” “Please. The floor, the bed—anywhere.” She crouched down in a squat, straddling him. “Even if I pissed all over you? I can’t hold it much longer, you know. I might leak during sex.” “Yes. Please.” She bent low and kissed him. She took his cock in her hand, steered it between her legs, touched the tip to her inner lips… then paused, went rigid, hands clenched—and then let her breath out slowly. “Okay. Now I’m really on the clock,” she said. She stood up carefully, backed up against the side of Dacy’s now-empty closet, and leaned against it. She spread her legs slightly and he wondered if she was about to forget about the puddle and just pee right there. But instead her fingers went to work. Her eyes went half-lidded. He watched, fascinated. “Watch me, Parker,” she said. “Remember this. This is me getting wet for you. Soon it’ll be your turn.” She paused fingering herself to tuck one thigh up a little closer. “Whew. Getting harder to hold. Remember this. I need to go so bad. For you. Remember this all summer long.” “Yes, ma’am,” he said, heart racing. “Come here, lover.” He got up off the bed, stepped to her side. “Do you want to touch me?” “Yes. Yes please.” “Do you want me to touch you?” “Oh yes.” “I’ll give you one of them. Caress me, lover. Keep it above my waist—no, above my belly button. And keep it gentle.” “Can I touch your breasts?” “Yes.” He kissed her, he stroked her, he fondled her breasts until her nipples went hard as his cock, he made out with her neck and her mouth and her freckles. All the while her eyes were mostly closed, her fingers busy down below. Her breath was coming fast. “’Kay, I think I’m ready,” Meagan said. “For what?” “For getting you in me and getting the pee out of me, in that order. Grab your towel and the condoms and the lube.” “Where are we going?” “A place you’ve probably dreamed about all your life.” She gingerly took her hands away from her crotch, picked up her towel, and wrapped it around her, then grabbed her bag of shower gear. He did the same with his towel, trying to hide the lube and condoms in the folds. She opened the door and looked out into the hall: no one in sight. “Wait here,” she said, and went over to the girls’ bathroom. She stepped inside. A few seconds later she poked her head back out and beckoned him over. He closed the door behind him, carefully checking to make sure it didn’t lock behind them. That was a mistake you didn’t make twice. When he stepped into the girls’ room, Meagan had her legs crossed. “I really wish I hadn’t looked at the toilets,” she whispered. He looked around. “Welcome to forbidden ground,” Meagan intoned. “C’mon, we’re in here.” The girls’ showers were arranged individually, with two curtains: one outer, one inner. Meagan drew him into one, closed the outer curtain, and dropped her towel on the little bench in the outer part. “If anyone comes in,” she whispered, “I’m turning the shower on, ready or not. ‘Kay?” “Got it.” She wriggled a little, then crouched down and sat on her heel. “God, gotta go. Really gotta go. Lube?” He handed her the bottle. She gave him a few big drops on the tip of his fierce hard-on and rubbed it around with her fingers. He groaned a little. She grinned. “Condom next.” He held it out. She expertly tore the package open and unrolled it onto him, full length, tip pinched between her fingers. She then gave him several more squirts of lube and rubbed his length, very slowly. He moaned again. “That’s a sound I like to hear,” she whispered. “But don’t come too fast, hon.” “I dunno, I need it so bad… I want you so bad…” “I know. I know just how much you want me. But you need to look and not touch for another minute,” she said. She stood up and posed against the inner wall of the shower, one hand up the wall, one hand at her crotch, fingering herself. “You know how hard it is for me to hold on right now?” she whispered. He shivered. “I’m really bursting.” Shiver. “As bad as last night?” he asked. “No. And not as bad as your birthday night, either. I did that deliberately, though. C’mon in, lover.” He stepped to her side. “I’m bursting,” she said in his ear, “but I’m pretty sure I can still fit you in me. Do you wanna fuck me?” “So bad.” “Do you wanna come in me?” “Yes. Yes, please.” She waited a long moment, then turned to face the wall. She looked over her shoulder and said, “You may. I want you in me. And you can touch me wherever you want from now on. Except my bladder.” As usual he fumbled to find the right place. She reached between her legs and steered him to the proper spot. But he had a hard time getting into her. “It’s because I’m holding on so tight,” she whispered. “Okay, I’m gonna relax a bit… and hope I don’t leak…” She eased up a bit, he pushed a little harder, the lube did its job, and he was in. “Let me shift a bit, bad angle…” And then: “Oh god,” Meagan moaned. “That feels amazing. Be gentle, but that feels absolutely incredible. You can go a little deeper. A little more. And a tiny bit harder. Mmmm, yes, yes. Oh yes. Come in me, come in me, fill me up even more. Mmmmmm…” “You’re so tight,” Parker whispered, “it’s amazing, even through the condom...” She turned her head to say to him over her shoulder, “Yes, lover, yes, that’s just right. You’re fucking me and it feels so good. Every time you thrust I nearly leak, I need to go so bad, but it feels amazing, don’t you dare stop. Come in me, come on, come on. Remember that I nearly burst last night teasing you? Remember that you nearly burst when I gave you that lap dance? Remember that I haven’t peed since fuckin’ yesterday?” He kept thrusting. It didn’t feel quite right, the condom never did, but he was so desperate to come he didn’t care, couldn’t care, just kept pushing on through it. And the way she was squeezing really was amazing. “Aw fuck I gotta go, I gotta go. You feel great, Parker, you feel so great...” She braced herself on one hand and sent her other one diving for her clit. “Come on. Come on. Come in me.” And then, suddenly, she was coming. He could feel the contractions ripple through her whole body, including her inner muscles. “Ah, ah, I’m coming. Yes. Yesssssss. Aw, fuck, keep going, keep going, you’re amazing. Yes, come, come, my love, come in me.” He could feel it welling up in him, and then… “I got you, love, I got you, I got you, I gotta go, I got you…” Boom “It’s okay, no one can hear you, keep going,” Megan said. “Meagan, I’m on fire, I’m on fire...” “Yes. Yes. I got you. Yes.” Exhausted, drained, weak at the knees, he had to hang on to her hips to keep himself upright. “No problem,” she said. “No problem. Hold on. Yes.” He drew back… and she squeezed him right out of her. “Sorry!” she said. “Well, not that sorry, ‘cause I’m peeing right now. Watch...” She let go. Her stream drummed on the tiles of the shower, thundered, hissed and steamed and roared out of her. She moaned again. He could feel the spray on his legs, on his feet; Meagan’s legs were clearly getting soaked. He was still clinging to her and he could feel the tension pour out of her along with the piss. It was not long—it never was, with her—but for a few moments it felt like a warm waterfall. She straightened up, ran her hands up her body to her breasts and then up into a sultry stretch. “Aw yeah,” she said. He leaned against the shower wall. “I can barely stand up,” he said. “Me too. That’s how you know you did it right, huh?” They stood, panting, for another long minute. “Shower?” Meagan said. “I’m glad I remembered the soap.” They hadn’t showered together before. It was fun, although Parker was still seeing spots and couldn’t let go of the wall or he’d fall over. Meagan washed him, and most of herself, but let him do her breasts and shoulders. Then they just stood under the warm shower and made out for a little while. Finally they toweled off and, leaning against each other, made their way back to the room, where they promptly fell over onto the bed. “How you feelin’, love?” Meagan asked. “God, that was the best I have ever had. Best. Ever.” “I’m trying to think of something that was better for me, too… Top Three, at least, but I think that was maybe the Greatest of All Time for me, too.” “…Do you think anyone heard us?” “Dunno. We kinda forgot to be quiet at the end there, didn’t we? But I don’t think anyone’s going to complain. And if they do… well, they can deal with it. It’s our last time for a while. We had to make it good.” “So good.” “I didn’t boss you around this much this morning, I wasn’t quite in the same mood. But how was that?” “Just fine. And how was the holding?” “Oh, I could have held on even longer if I had to, it’s just it’s hard to hit that window of totally desperate but not so much you won’t be able to fit.” “God, you’re awesome.” “Thank you.” “Seriously. I am in awe of your muscles.” She cuddled him. “I’m glad you liked it. I love being able to turn you on so much. It matches my own thing just about perfectly.” “You know, Meagan?” “Hmm?” “‘This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.’” “‘Start’? I’m insulted. I just fucked you so hard you couldn’t stand, and you say that’s the start of a friendship?” She took any sting out of her words with a kiss. “It’s a quote! From Casablanca!” “Oh, haven’t seen that yet. But anyway, it’s still wrong. What this is, is the end of the beginning.” She grinned at him, sly, sexy. “We’re just getting warmed up.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This ends Parker’s story… and begins the story of Parker and Meagan, together. Their adventures will continue in 2018, under a new title. Thank you for reading!
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  3. Version 1.0.0

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    This is "lap film panic rest room 2" (as Google Translator would have it) from Jade. The premise is, as far as I can tell, that models are auditioning for someone until they become desperate, at which point the director sends them to the bathroom (though with some of the models, he makes them hold it for quite a while). The trick here is that the toilets are saran wrapped, which the models don't notice until they start peeing. This typically results in them getting shocked, trying to stop peeing, and generally peeing all over themselves. They then come out to the director, who gives them something to clean up with and clothes to change into. Its a neat twist on the "almost made it" genre. The inventory code on this is JHI-05. Anybody who likes this and wants more should look into OHOJHI-26 (No! Couldn't stop peeing3- Wrap film panic toilet) and DLPM148 (Hidden camera!! Wrapping trap prank toilet 1, scattered urination edition). Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
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  4. I just registered on the site (which I have been following for a long time) because I have witnessed something very unusual, for the first time in my life : I swear that it is rigorously true! Last week, I went to London (from Brussels) by bus. I had planned to join friends there, but I made the trip alone ; I found myself sitting next to a very cute young girl (19yo or so) from France : quite petite, a very kind figure, turquoise glasses on pale green eyes. We quickly sympathized, and she told me that she had family in England. She was wearing a hoodie and grey sweatpants. After 1 hour, I noticed that she was talking less and less, and that she seemed incredibly nervous...I asked her if something was wrong, and in a "trying-to-sound-serene" tone, she told me that everything was alright...before confessing that she had to go to the bathroom. There was a toilet in the bus, but it was busy since at least 30min by an old man who was apparently quite badly hurt by motion sickness! We continued chatting, but she didn't seem interested anymore by what I was saying : she was staring at the toilet's door all the time. Suddenly, she said "I'm sorry!" and she jumped from her seat to go ask the driver if he was planning to make a stop anytime soon. Obviously disappointed by his answer, she came back looking almost furious, but in the same time trying to hide me her desperate situation. As she squirmed more and more, I began to worry about the dryness of my seat when she moaned to herself "Oh please, not now...", looking on the verge of tears now. After a last, sudden and confused move from her legs, she stood still, her face becoming bright red. She stayed like this for at least 30secs, and I tried not to look at her too obviously because for me it was crystal clear that she was wetting herself...but her seat and the floor remained dry! I tried to ask her "innocently" if I could borrow her spare earphones, and she answered me with a very sad smile ; I saw tears on her cheeks, and she just told me "It's nothing!" in a rushed tone after seeing my incredulous face. After that, she stayed very silent and still until 15mins later, when the toilet's door finally opened. Wanting to know what was actually happening, I tried to joke about the fact that she could finally use it, but she didn't react. Then I understood : she quickly opened her bag and concealed what I clearly identified as an Attends Slip Active under her sweatshirt!! Then she got up, touching the back of her pants to look for eventual leaks. The curves of her diaper were unmistakable when she walked to the toilet. She stayed there for a good 10mins, and when she came back I couldn't help but say "Just in time!" with a large smile, in order to make her believe that I wasn't aware of what had just happened. She smiled back, but with the same "fake smile" as before... I didn't see her again, but it was a sighting I'll remember for a very long time!
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  5. Furry Omorashi

    Dunno why the site won't let me embed this directly from the gallery, but hey.
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  6. "I think you should just pee your pants." I was pretty sure I couldn't possibly have heard her right. I said as much. "If you really need to go so badly you should probably just pee your pants." Camille reiterated. Fair enough. I had been complaining about needing to pee since the two of us had left the uni bar to walk back to my girlfriend's house. It must be getting on her nerves. But I did really need to pee! "Sorry. I'll stop complaining." I might have been a little snarky at her lack of sympathy. A full bladder doesn't correlate with a good mood. She stopped walking and looked me in the eye. "No dude. I'm serious. There isn't anywhere decent to pee till you get to my place. It's all houses, traffic, and no cover. If you are busting you should just pee in your pants. They're dark, it probably won't show." I didn't quite know what to say, "Um... I can hang on. I was just complaining 'cause it's really uncomfortable." She narrowed her eyes at me, "Right. So pee your pants. It's not a big deal. Better than being "really uncomfortable". I wet my pants all the time if I need to." I had been dating Camille for three or four months and I had never once seen her pee herself. And anyway, people don't pee their pants out of convenience. Maybe it's because she's French? Do French girls pee themselves a lot? Not likely. I decided she was pulling my leg. "No you don't!" "Sure I do. I just don't make a big deal about it. Remember when when we went to see Nine Months play in the Gardens last month? Did you see me drinking beer? Did you see me use the portapotties?" Honestly I hadn't thought about it. I guess if I had I would have just assumed she had a big bladder. It certainly didn't cross my mind that she'd been peeing herself. "Seriously?" "Yeah." She was vehement, "Portapotties are really gross." "So is peeing your pants though." "Not really. Urine is pretty much sterile." She said casually. "Hey. Tell you what, since I can see you are resistant, if I wet myself first then will you pee your pants?" "Sure Camille." I absolutely didn't think she'd do it. Remember I was still pretty sure she was just fucking with me and I was calling her bluff. Nope. The next thing I knew Camille was standing in a puddle. My beautiful twenty-year-old girlfriend just pissed herself in broad twilight all over a public footpath next to a moderately busy road. Not that anyone else would have noticed. Her ankle length skirt hid everything except her suddenly wet sandals and a decent sized pool of pee. "You just wet yourself!" I was in shock. She looked at me like I was stupid, "Yeah? Did you not think I was going to do the exact thing I said I was going to do? Your turn now." "I though you were kidding!" "You thought wrong." She winked at me. "Now pee. A promise is a promise." She was right. I had, unintentionally, made a promise. She wouldn't be pleased if I backed out... "I'm not sure I can. I've never peed myself on purpose before." Everything was moving pretty quickly at this point. How had I agreed to this? "It's not so hard. Not if you are desperate. Just relax, let it come, imagine you are using a toilet." I must have been desperate, and maybe a little drunk, because it really wasn't hard. One second my pants were dry, and the next a solid stream of pee was pouring down my left leg. I was surprisingly warm, and not really gross at all. For a moment I felt good about my decision and that Camille might have been on to something with her whole "pants wetting for convenience" philosophy. But then... "Camille! You said it wouldn't show!" I looked down at my pants in horror. She tried and failed to smother a laugh, "I was super wrong. I really thought it wouldn't! I'm so sorry." She didn't sound sorry. My dark blue jeans were nearly black where my pee had soaked into them. Somehow the contrast made the dry parts look lighter than usual. It was pretty noticeable. Camille found my horror hilarious. Through giggles she promised her housemate was out for the evening so we should just hurry back to her place and take a nice shower together. "I promise I'll make it up to you." she said in a voice that told me how exactly how she would make it up to me. I felt myself growing hard and decided that if Camille was involved maybe deliberate pants wetting might be something worth pursuing.
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  7. And relax...

    Got told not to use toilet before I left work.. had to go to shop (nearly wet at checkout) desperate drive home... But finally relaxed and let it out (took a few seconds for muscles to relax) 20171123_173453.mp4
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  8. I'm not as happy with this one as I am that first one from the other day but it still turned out solid I think. Taking a leave to spend time with family, omo art from me will restart by the end of the weekend. Happy Thanksgiving!
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  9. "I think you should just pee your pants." "I'll be fine." I told Camille through gritted teeth. "Uh-huh. Sure." Her smile was that slightly irritating know-it-all smirk she has. Not that she was wrong. I was as desperate to pee as I could remember and was sincerely regretting accepting Camille's challenge to see who who control their bladder longer. I had long believed that men have better bladder control than women, and that Camille in particular, she who wets herself out of convenience, would have a weaker bladder than most women. Apparently not. We had drunk the same jumbo sized post-mix cola drink during the movie, I checked she drank all of hers, but she was driving along without showing any sign that she needed to pee. I, on the other hand, felt as if I was just minutes away for peeing all over her passenger seat. "I really don't mind if you wet yourself." She offered again. "The seats are vinyl, easy enough to clean up. I've peed myself in this car plenty of times." At that frank confession I felt myself start to become aroused. How was it possible that in just a few weeks the thought of a pretty girl peeing her pants would change from rather gross to thoroughly appealing? Camille. That was how. "Do you want me to tell you more about it? About the warm wetness spreading through my crotch and down..." "No thanks!" Part of me really did want to hear that story, but I didn't want to be thinking to much about pee at that exact moment. "Suit yourself." She agreed amiably. "I'm pretty sure you are going to know exactly how it felt in a few minutes." Somehow I managed to hang on. It was pointless pretending it wasn't an emergency so I spent the entire drive back to Camille's place wriggling and bouncing around in my seat. For the last five minutes I resorted to physically holding myself. I honestly wouldn't have been surprised if I had spontaneously erupted and peed all over Camille's car. Maddeningly she insisted she didn't need to pee. I'm almost certain she deliberately hit every red light she could and drove ten under the speed limit. When we finally pulled up out the front of her house I all but leapt from the car and raced up the begonia lined path to her front door. "Hurry up and open the door?" I tried not to plead as she took her time walking up to the veranda. She pressed the doorbell as she replied, "Sorry. I left my house key inside. I realised during the movie. Don't worry though, I texted Anne to check she was home to let us in." It was probably only about thirty seconds between Camille pressing the doorbell and Anne opening the door, but I swear they were the second longest thirty seconds of my life. The longest thirty seconds of my life immediately followed. Just as Anne opened the door my bladder, perhaps excited by the bathroom now being just ten unimpeded meters away, gave an almighty spasm and to my horror I found myself unable to stanch, or even stem, a veritable torrent of urine from gushing out of me. Three pairs of eyes instantly found my crotch where the blue denim was rapidly darkening and licking down my right leg. I was peeing so furiously that I could easily hear both the hissing sound of me going and a steady patter of droplets where the fabric of my jeans was so overwhelmed that they fell directly to the weather-worn timber decking. I hadn't even quite finished my accident when Camille put her arm around my shoulder and cooed, "There there, at least you feel better now." To a shell-shocked Anne she rolled her eyes and said, "I warned him not to get the jumbo size." I took off my shoes and socks and left them at the door to deal with later. Anne retreated to the living room. Camille and I fairly raced to the bathroom. I expected her to dive straight for the toilet. Surely she had to pee? Even if she was pretending she didn't need to. But instead she pulled me against the wall and started unbuckling my drenched pants. "Oh my god that was so hot!" She whispered fiercely into my ear and pressed her lips hard against mine. Even without looking she had me free of my pants and was rhythmically stroking my immediate erection. "I can't believe you had the balls to just piss yourself in front of Anne like that!" "I didn't" I confessed. "Um... Pretty sure you did." "No, obviously I did. But it wasn't a matter of bravery. I just couldn't wait a second longer." I explained. She stopped kissing me and pulled her face back from mine. "You had an accident in front of Anne." Her hand still held me, but it was no longer rubbing and for a moment I wasn't sure whether I'd misjudged her interests and there was a problem. "Yeah." I said in a small voice. I could feel myself swell even more underneath Camille's hand at the renewed embarrassment of this admission. "Fuck! That's fucking amazing." And then her tongue was in my mouth. "Put your hand up my skirt." Camille breathed, I didn't need to be told twice. My hand quickly ran its way up the inside of her thigh until it met with fabric. Her knickers were already damp. No, they were wet. Soaking wet. No one can be that aroused. "When did you..." I started to ask. She gave me an impish smile, "The cinema carpark. When I was texting Anne on my phone before I got in the car. I'd never have been able to wait till we got back." "So I won then? I held it longer than you?" Camille smirked, "Well in a sense I guess you won. But you did just have a pee accident in front of Anne. So..." The combination of the evening's excitement, Camille's skilled rubbing, and my discovery that she had also wet herself had me right on the edge of ecstasy and the reminder that Anne had witnessed my embarrassment proved too much for me and I exploded over the front of Camille's t-shirt. "Good boy." She murmured then kissed me deeply. "Shower?"
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  10. 74,590 downloads

    This is an archive of a 3 year old torrent containing nearly 100 clips from Piss.JP All screenshots contain filenames so you can easily browse and pick what you want to download.
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  11. When I was little I thought rain was just god’s pee... ======================================== Athena resided in Mount Olympus. It was always bright and sunny up there. Not too long ago they won a war against the Titans and Athena was now free to enjoy being a goddess. She had not really known what life was like. Athena spent her days wandering Mount Olympus and she enjoyed it. Sometimes she would pop down and visit the humans. The weather was warm so no one really wore clothes. Athena wasn’t sure what she would do today. Being a god and stuff must get pretty boring as immortality takes it toll on you. Athena began to wander the area. There were multiple buildings each, carefully built into wonders that most would pay to see. The white pillars were in good contrast to the bright sun and blue sky. There were birds too. Everywhere. It seemed like everything was perfectly constructed to please her. After enjoying herself, she began to take a look around human civilization. Usually she was somewhere around 200 feet tall being a god an all, but she could morph into a human sized person shall, she feel the urge to linger with the mortals. Today she decided to visit one of her favorite places in mount olympus, a wine fountain. Wine tasted to exquisite to her and she quite enjoyed chugging it down. She wasn’t sure where the wine came from, but she may aswell consume it. One thing that may sound weird is Athena’s love for feeling things. Her senses have only been given to her a few days ago and it intrigued her how different everything felt. As she wondered the mountain, she came across something. It was Hera, Zeus’s wife. She didn’t look good though, she seemed to be squirming for whatever reason. The look of distress painted across her face. What could be wrong? This is olympus! Deciding to go find out what's wrong, Athena approached Hera. “Excuse me? Is anything wrong?” Athena questioned Hera snapped her head towards her. “I...I honestly don’t know, it just hurts. In my abdomen. I have absolutely no clue why.” This was concerning to Athena. “What were doing doing prior to this?” Athena asked trying to find the cause of this disturbance. “Oh I was just admiring the beauty of this place and drinking wine. Boy the wine tastes good.” Hera doubled over and grabber her crotch. “Well, Ima go lay down and see if that helps.” Leaving Athena to ponder the anomaly by herself. Not too long later, Athena was walking in a garden near the edge of Olympus. Only this time, she felt more troubled. While the grapes she had eaten tasted just how she liked it, she felt pain. Not like how it felt to get cut, or break an arm. It felt different like she was going to explode. She rubbed her abdomen, which is where it felt weird. Athena really hoped that it wouldn’t always feel like this because that might make immortality a quite unpleasant thing. Unsure of what to do Athena laid down in the grass hoping that a quick nap would clear things up. The second she woke up, she jammed her hand into her crotch not knowing why. The wine she drank had made it into her bladder unbeknownst to her. The pain had gotten so much worse and Athena simply didn’t know what to do. She began pacing back and forth thinking of a solution. At this point her abdomen had expanded quite a bit leaving her with a swollen piss filled organ. She pressed on her abdomen, curious as what would happen. The second she applied pressure upon it however, she regretted everything. Her bladder pulsed and a shock of pain lapsed her body. God, this must have been how Hera felt, Athena thought. Trying to take her mind off things, she stood up and resumed her stroll in the garden, only this time her hand was glued to her bear crotch and every once in awhile she would give her thighs a squeeze. After walking for a while she reached what she recognized as the edge of Olympus. Should she jump off, would lead her to the realm of mortals. The pressure in her abdominal region had really made it’s presence known at this point. Before she could register what she was doing, Athena sprinted towards the edge, spread her legs and watched as a torrent escaped her. The hot piss pent up inside of her was streaming out of her at fast speeds. Athena simultaneously tilted her head back and let out a strong moan. That day in Greece, there was lots of rain, lakes were filled, rivers flowed and islands were formed.
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  12. This is a bit of a long story that I have just finished writing. There is a lot of background, but it felt necessary for the storyline. A major part of the story is about wetlook, if that's not your thing, I'm sorry, but as there is a lot of wetting in the story, I cannot publish this in a wetlook forum, as the wetlook police would have me crucified for mentioning wetting! Please enjoy the story, and if you feel moved, offer critisism. Negative critsism will probably be met with a challange to write a better story! Swimming at the club. Let me introduce myself, my name is Harry, and I am a very lucky bastard! I work for a private members health club as a maintenance engineer and this gives me access to the club at all time of the day and night. Now I can tell what you’re thinking, that’s not very lucky! Well let me tell you another couple of facts, and you can see where the luck comes in. We have a little arrangement between about six of the leading employees of the club, and that is a rota of private use, when the club is closed on a Sunday evening. So once every six weeks, or so, my beautiful wife, Ann, and I have complete private access to the club, and all it’s facilities, including the swimming pool, and Jacuzzi. Now, you may think that’s quite lucky, and it is, but that’s not the real piece of luck, the real piece of luck is that Ann and I are crazy about wet sex, and the completely enclosed private swimming area allows us to share and enact our wettest fantasies! We arrived at the club, and let ourselves in to the deserted building. The club shuts on a Sunday evening, ostensibly for maintenance, but usually there is precious little maintenance done then! I made my way to the reception office, and switched off the alarm, before switching on enough lights to get us into the pool area. I wanted to make it look like there was someone here, but not enough lighting to make it look like the place was open. We relocked the door behind us, and put one of the phones on to the front reception desk. This was our secret sign to anyone else arriving at the club, that a private session was in progress, and they should leave. The privacy sign seems to work well, as no one has ever been interrupted, to my knowledge! By now we are starting to get really excited about what we are going to do, so we rush into the changing room, where our evening really gets going. Let me tell you how it started. Ann and I had been school sweethearts for more years than either of us can remember. We were more of less inseparable, and thought we would leave school and be together forever. However, for many reasons, too boring to go into here, this did not quite go to plan, the course of true love never did run smooth, and we ended married for a while, unfortunately not to each other! But I’m running away with myself, and need to return to the story. We were always an item at school, and spent a lot of time in each other’s company, we were best friends, boyfriend / girlfriend and shared all of our secrets, desires and thoughts. We were never lovers as such, though as we grew older there was some “fumbling” once in a while, but these were far more innocent times, and the fear of getting pregnant put paid to any serious activity! It was during a phase of sexual awakening and discovery that coincidentally the really good swimmers in our year embarked on survival swimming, and as we both enjoyed swimming, and had reached the required standard we joined our class mates at the poolside, first in our pyjamas, and later fully clothed for swimming lessons to help us survive falling into open water. On the face of it, this was probably a useful skill, avoiding drowning! And there was probably a fitness thing going here as well, It was quite hard work swimming with the drag of clothing to slow you down. What was not planned, or intended, by the good people who invented this activity was the pure sexual thrill I enjoyed from the feel jumping into a swimming pool fully clothed, or the site of seeing my long term girlfriend, do exactly the same thing. The smile on her face was testament to her enjoyment! In our private and more intimate moments we often spoke about our enjoyment of swimming fully clothed, and wished that we could do so less publicly and more intimately. We spent hours in school boy / girl fantasies planning how we would throw caution to the wind and take the plunge when we were older, more adult, and out of our parents control and limitations. Fast forward a few years and we are both now products of failed relationships. Friends Reunited was the instrument that put us back in touch with each other, and at first sight all of the intervening years disappeared. We embarked on a relationship, that just did not seem to need the “getting to know you” phase, and we fell into such an easy and comfortable relationship, we could only regret the ten or so lost years. Inevitably we wasted little time getting each other into bed, and enjoyed what had previously been forbidden delights! It was during one of our early warm post coital cuddles that we started to talk about out old desires and dreams, and we discovered that we both still hankered after the idea of getting good and wet. In fact we also discovered that to be part of the cause of our respective failed relationships, both our ex partners had been horrified by the idea of wanting to get wet, whilst still clothed. They had thought we needed serious psychiatric help! We embarked on a very wet relationship, grabbing each and every opportunity for a clothed dunking almost always followed by a wonderful love session of love making. There was nothing we owned that had not been drenched and no bath or shower was safe whilst we were in town! We arranged holidays with wet-look in mind, trying to find secluded safe beaches so that we could frolic in the water fully clothed, away from the misunderstanding gaze of those who do not comprehend, and so we could enjoy the privacy of lovemaking in the water, usually still in our clothes. We had been enjoying the damp delights of fully clothed bathing and fucking for only a little while, when, one day, my soon to be wife expressed the urgent need to visit the toilet . Up until that day the idea of “water-sports” had not really occurred to us. We had driven to a beach, and found ourselves out of sight of anybody else, and ready to head into the water for a good soaking. The journey had taken longer than we had expected and Ann was starting to suffer. We had dressed for a swim prior to leaving home, and had taken dry clothes with us for our return journey. I knew she was wearing a blue regulation swimsuit under her clothes, as I had watched her dress in our bedroom before leaving. She was also wearing stocking and suspenders, and a reasonably demure cotton patterned green sun dress. I suggested waiting a few minutes until we were in the sea, and she could quietly just pee in the water, but she said she was bursting. Trying to be helpful, and realising that Ann would not want to strip naked to remove her costume fully, I suggested that she just hold her gusset out of the way, but Ann said she would probably manage to pee over her hand. Well, ever the pragmatist, I suggested she just squat down with her dress out of the way, and pee in her costume, It seemed to be that a lot of pee was just water, and we would be getting wet anyway, so what was the problem? Ann seemed to buy into this idea, and proceeded to do just that. I sort of expected her to be somewhat disgusted by this procedure, but after the initial reluctance to start her stream, she seemed to quite enjoy the novelty, her confidence grew, and she ended up royally wetting her swimsuit, smiling as she did so. “Oh, that’s so much better” she said as she stood up, “do you know, I don’t think I will ever hesitate to do that again” she went on, “as long as you don’t mind”. Well what was I to say, my pre soaking boner was like an iron rod, and to be honest, I was just about ready to shag her right there on the spot, with the rest of her clothes all dry! We rushed into the water, and enjoyed a very short lived shag in the shallows, a very short while later. Later, as we changed into dry clothes to head home, Ann asked if I had really enjoyed it when she pissed herself. She was concerned that I might be a little disgusted by the episode. I calmed her fears and told her it was about the sexiest thing she had ever done, and I would really enjoy it if it became a regular part of our wet lives. Had she already forgotten the renewed vigour with which I had fucked her in the waves? Well very soon there wasn’t a pair of Ann’s knickers, or a swimsuit that had not been pissed in. We experimented in skirts, and trousers and jeans, enjoying the sight and feel of wet denim down her legs, light cotton trousers turning almost see though, and skirts that could be lifted out of the way for a good wet shag! We had discovered an additional edge, and it made our fantasy complete. How had we never thought of it before?! Going for the job at the club, and being employed there became the icing on the cake especially when I became aware of the private arrangement that the manager explained. I knew that a couple of the guys used the time to work in the gym, and at least one of the managers admitted that he and his wife used their allotted time to skinny dip in the pool and the Jacuzzi. I did not want to let on about our little damp secret, so when challenged, I mumbled something about skinny dipping as well, trying to make it sound like I was embarrassed about admitting it! I really did not want my co-workers thinking me nutty or something, wanting to swim fully clothed! Back to the changing room and we rushed to strip out of the clothes we had worn in the car. We enjoyed some “themed” evenings, and would have received some hard stares at some of the outfits my wife has worn for me. Ann often surprises me by bringing a bag along to the club, and changing into her outfit when we arrive. Sometimes, she just wears what she has worn to the club, changing into dry clothes, from the bag, for the return trip, other times she has worn pyjamas, a night-gown, a netball outfit, a demure nurses uniform, just a swimsuit, jodhpurs, in fact all sorts of outfits. I suspect the local charity shops do quite well out of us and our little fetish! Now I would have to admit that, over the years, I have also developed quite a liking for the female one piece swim suit, and when we swim like this, I quite like my wife to wear one, under her clothes. I guess this may go back to our survival swimming days, when we were all required to wear an appropriate swimming costume under our clothes. This was probably to do with keeping the proper dignity when we removed our clothes in the water. All I do know is that the whole swimsuit thing stuck, and as Ann does not mind what she wears in the water, she is quite happy to indulge me by wearing a costume more times than not. Once in a while she will wear the more traditional bra and pants, and I would have to admit watching her panties go all see-though is a delight, but it’s not the same a swimsuit! So it was no surprise when, having stripped naked, the first thing my wife removed from her bag was a swimsuit which she slipped in to, closely followed by a pair of stockings and a suspender belt! Next she buttoned a nice white blouse over the top half of her slim and shapely torso, before finishing the ensemble with a tie and a below the knee light grey skirt. My wife knows I cannot resist the schoolgirl look, and this uniform is one of our favourites. We spent a little bit of money buying an adult size authentic uniform, but it was worth every penny. I like the more demure and studious look, and my wife can do it in spades. She is quite small and slight, and with her pert little breasts, she can carry off the schoolgirl look very well. Aren’t I the lucky one! I too was rushing to dress. My one piece swim suit fetish reaches as far as liking to wear one myself, and as we have come this far, it would be a shame not to allow myself the pleasure of wearing such an exquisite and, for me at least, forbidden garment. You might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb! I put on my cozzie, and start to dress in blue shirt, tie and trousers and socks over my costume. Today I will be a fire officer, a bit of a father figure to my schoolgirl! We both slip on river shoes to complete the ensemble. Ordinary shoes can be destroyed by wearing in the pool, and can do harm with all sorts of bacteria living in the soles, but river shoes are just bits of neoprene, and give us the feeling of shoes whilst not causing any problems. (I’ll be back in tomorrow, checking the chemical level in the pool, so must ensure nothing causes any problems!) We are rushing for two reasons, we don’t want to waste any time, getting into the pool, but we both have overfilled our bladders to bursting point., in readiness for a mutual wetting, and we wouldn’t want to have an accident prior to the planned event! Sometimes we go into the Changing room toilets to sit on a toilet to pee ourselves, sometimes sitting on each other lap, but today my wife took my hand and led me into the shower area, where the showers were dry from the last showers of the club members, and the waiting drains would deal with our little indiscretions! Ann guided me to lie on my back on the floor, and immediately turned to squat facing me, lowering herself over my midriff and settling on an already quite stiff part of my anatomy! I put my hand up her skirt and gently rubbed the area of her gusset where her secret place was hidden, her gusset was sopping with her own juices, and would soon be even wetter! Ann settled down, and allowed my to move my hands up to her breasts and gently massage her beautiful pert tits covered as they were by a layer of lycra as well as a layer of cotton blouse whilst she dreamily started to set about the dirty little pleasure of royally soaking the gusset hidden under her flowing skirt, along with a substantial amount of my clothes as well. The club was almost silent with only the quiet whine of the pool pumps audible in the changing room, when I heard the gentle roar of a pissed in swimsuit and the subtle and barely discernible sigh of relief as Ann bore down on her poor overfilled bladder and commenced the naughty pleasure of emptying of her pent up pee into her swimsuit. Her swimsuit, of course, completely failed to contain the liquid onslaught, consequently my, as yet, dry trousers began to get wet as copious amounts of my wife’s pee, filtered by the lycra of her swimming costume, drained down through the fabric of my trousers and costume, and washed over my own, very excited, sex. The dreamy look of relief, mixed with wicked devilment on Ann’s face was a picture to behold. Since her introduction to intentional wetting she had embraced the concept with enormous enthusiasm, and I could not begin to explain why I found it so exciting and sexy. wetting in her clothes excited my wife as much as leaping fully clothed into a swimming pool, and she always found this intentional departure from society’s normal behaviour unbelievably exciting and made her feel intensely aroused. Many’s the time she had come very forcefully just by peeing herself! My trousers and, albeit unorthodox, underwear were soaked by the time Ann’s streams ran dry and I was about ready to consummate our play session, when Ann stood up, and bent down to guide me from the floor. She was still looking very dry in her chosen unusual swimming attire, and made it clear that she wanted me to return the dampening favour before we made our way into the pool area. To this end she kneeled in front of me, nestling into my slightly parted legs, and looked up into my eyes, begging me to release my own liquid gold. To be honest, I was so excited by my wife’s sexy actions that I had tremendous difficulty relaxing my bladder into my already sodden swimsuit, but I persevered and after only a short wait I sluiced my own garments, along with my wife’s breasts and blouse with the contents of my own complaining, overfilled bladder. All too soon, after what had seemed like gallons of pee had left my body to moisten our clothes, my stream faltered and died, Realising the source was now dry Ann stood up and we embraced rubbing our sodden clothed bodies together, hand everywhere, simply enjoying the feel and touch of each other’s patchy wet clothes, which started to cool. “Swim” I said, and lead Ann out of the showers and into the main pool area, where the waiting waters invited us in to ruffle the unbroken surface of water. At the sight of the water Ann broke away from me, “chase me” she said as she ran to the edge of the pool, and without slowing, or breaking stride, executed a damn near perfect running dive into the calm waiting waters. She glided under the surface, before swimming a couple of strokes and then broke the surface, whooping as she turned to face me, standing almost shoulder deep in the clear waters of the pool. Her demure skirt swirled up around her waist allowing me a glimpse through the shimmering waters of stocking tops and the dark V of the bottom of her swimsuit. Her cotton blouse had gone almost completely opaque and the top part of her high necked swimsuit was clearly visible. I was in heaven and could only think of joining my wife in the pool, and pleasuring her until she begged me to take her, right there in the water. Taken a little by surprise by my Ann’s speedy entry into the pool, I had been left standing, high and dry on the side of the pool, but enjoying the visual banquet of an excited woman glorying in entering the water fully clothed, I had to try and catch up with Ann and ran for the pool, and adopted a more male bomb posture as I leapt in. As I surfaced and swam towards the position where my wife had been, I realised that she was swimming towards the shallow end of the pool. So I set off in pursuit. On arrival at the pool ladder Ann started to climb, and was soon stood level with the pool side, water cascading from her chlorine sodden clothes, a sheen of water disappearing from the surface of her clothes as gravity dragged the water back towards the pool. As I arrived at the edge of the pool, my wife was lowering herself to sit on the edge of the pool, dangling her legs in the water. I swam to the side and stood in the shallow just about level with the edge of the pool. My wife moved forward to meet me, and lifted her skirt, whilst she spread her legs, exposing the front of her swimsuit to me in a very provocative way. “Make me come” she said as she eased her swimsuit out of the way exposing her sex to me. I did not need a second invitation and set about pleasuring her clitoris with my tongue. I held her costume out of the way whilst Ann leaned back on her arms, and arched her back in pure ecstasy. It became very apparent that she was turned on beyond all expectations, her juices were flowing even with all the pool water cascading from her clothes and she came with a huge buck of her hips in what seemed like only seconds of tongue work on my part, spraying me with more pee as she came! After a couple more seismic orgasms Ann could not cope with any more and begged me to stop, so I withdrew and allowed the costume to resume it’s more usual place, covering all that is usually covered, and tugged Ann back into the buoyant waters of the pool, where we again embraced and explored each others clothed sopping bodies. We quickly moved to a slightly shallower of the pool, and Ann stared to ease my zip down before fishing my manhood out of the leg-hole of my swimsuit, and through the fly of my trousers before turning around to face away from me. Ann lifted the back of her school uniform skirt , and I again eased the gusset of her swimsuit out of the way to enter her silken confines. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand sought her swimsuit and blouse clad breasts to gently rub and squeeze whilst the other explored her exposed sex, seeking out her clitoris to gently massage, whilst we fucked, gently at first, but quickly gaining in speed and frenzy until we both came, and then huddled soaking wet and with our animal passions temporarily allayed. Eventually we had to break from our post coital cuddle, and we gently separated ourselves before re-arranging our clothes and various parts of our anatomy! We kissed and cuddled again before setting off to swim some more. We swam for another half an hour or so, leaping in and out of the pool, ducking each other, and generally playing about as anybody would in a swimming pool. Al too soon we knew we had to leave our little living fantasy and return to the real (dry) world outside. We made our way out of the pool and headed back to the changing rooms, heading for our bags, where our washing stuff was waiting for us. We grabbed shampoo soap and towels before turning back towards the shower, dripping water from our sodden clothing everywhere we walked. On the way back to the showers Ann said she needed the loo again, and turned to head into the toilets, I followed into the Ladies, pretty sure I knew what was coming. It turned out I was not wrong! Ann walked straight in to one of the cubicles and without closing the door, opened the lid on the waiting toilet, turned and sat down, on the toilet seat still in all her wet clothes. I stood just in the cubicle and watched as my naughty lovely wife smile as she again set about wetting herself, this time whilst completely soaked. Water splashed noisily into the pan, draining from Ann’s clothes as she sat there starting her little stream deep within the confines of her clothes, and a smile spread across her face as things got going and she felt everything become warm down there as cool pool water was replaced around her sex by her own warm pee. “You never quite empty yourself when you’ve filled yourself right up, do you” she said as a little trickle made itself apparent in the toilet. I just stood there admiring the view as I emptied my own bladder into my swimsuit leaning casually against the cubicle door. It occurred to me that I would really like to see Ann use a French toilet wearing a swimming costume, and I started to wonder about the venue for our next holiday! Suddenly Ann decided she was finished and stood up from the toilet. “We’d better go and cleaned up” she said, leading us back to the showers we had sluiced with pee earlier. We started a couple of showers, next to one another in the main area, and let them warm up for a couple of minutes, before standing under them and allowing the warm water to soak through our clothes. We both wondered about the way the cold water feels colder as it’s met by the hot water from the shower, and banished to the drain. We embraced and kissed under the shower, gently washing each other’s hair, and pouring copious amounts of shower gel over each other before stripping each other off, making a huge pile of wet clothes, which we left where the shower would continue wash away the pool chlorine. Finally we stepped naked from the shower, and towelled each other off, still enjoying each other’s bodies. “Damn,“ I said “we forgot the Jacuzzi!” “Don’t worry” said Ann, “there’s always next time!” When out sodden clothes were rung out, we placed them in plastic bags to take them home and dry them out, ready for next time. We made our way out of the club, securing everything as we left, making sure there was no trace, other than wet floors, of our secret little dalliances. We would sleep well that night, and we would both be starting to make our plans for the next time our names came up on the secret rota.
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    Given that last time I got picked up for using too many tags I have just used the most relevant ones this time. In short this video is about a group of schoolgirls who are introduced to diapers by their school teacher. I don't know enough Japanese to translate but it seems like the teacher is trying to teach the girls either about diapers or omutsu. If someone could translate what she writes on the board it might help with the distinction. The teacher first tries to get the girls to put on baby pull up diapers but none are successful. So the teacher then demonstrates how to put a diaper on by putting a diaper on one of the students. The class then split up into pairs to diaper each other. The girls then play around for a bit and end up putting a diaper on the teacher. The teacher then demonstrates how to pee in the diaper and the other girls do the same at various times. The teacher and girls also have their diapers changed at various points. There is a short public scene where one of the girls (and presumably another who is holding the camera) go for a short walk through some streets and a parking garage while wearing their diapers. There is then a VERY softcore sex scene between the teacher and her boyfriend/husband. It starts with her diapering her boyfriend/husband and then they continue to be intimate. The scene is censored/regulated so you don't get to see anything and most of it is hidden by the diapers anyways. The intimacy ends with the teacher having and orgasm and then a cut to where she gives the boyfriend/husband a blowjob. I left the scene in for completeness. I personally skip this scene when watching it. The final scene is of three of the schoolgirls in a bedroom soaking their diapers and changing. With the scenes in the classroom, the wettings were only small, however in this scene the girls really let go. I am not sure but it looks like the girls may be having a competition to see who can pee the most into their diaper. The movie ends with the girls changing their diapers and a fade out.
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    Women in the office are desperate to pee, but the toilet is occupied and they need to find a more creative solution...
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    Here's the next chapter in the Stephanie series, where she recounts her first accident after being too old to have them (we're keeping her age ambiguous...) She was at a birthday party and kept swimming even though her bowels needed a movement. You'll learn here that Stephanie tends to wait a minute too late to finally stop what she's doing and use the bathroom, and as she runs home she not only finally drops her load but also releases the urine she was holding into her bikini as well. This story is one of her shorter ones and is only 10 pages long, and since she only wore a bikini and towel during this I only made one version of the comic that does contain NUDITY. While there is wetting in this issue, it's brief and the focus of this one is poop just like the introduction story. The next installment features much more intense desperation from both ends, and that'll be when the omorashi side of Stephanie's adventures really begin to kick in. In the meantime, enjoy Stephanie's first accident and thanks for continuing to support me and my work! The story's original text can be found on Old Posts from the Toilet Page #2012
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  16. This is a strange thread i know but i build a device that allows a guy to pee like a girl automatically with no work. I took a pair of old underwear and cut a square out where it goes thinner and replaced it with a waterproofish material. Duck tape and then cut a slit for where the new pee hole would be. I chrved down the area to make it slope doen to the slit a bit and then created a U of duck tape to hold the shaft. It sits flush and you cant even tell jts there but when you pee it still comes out forcefully. Also because if the design it works sitting, standing, laying down, all the positions. This is sounding stranger by the second. So i decided to wear it for a day in public and see how it went. It was a pretty uneventful day I had ahead of me so i planned my day well. I went out to breakfast eith my father and caught up on things. No one noticed anything so that was a plus. I went to he bathroom and went into the stall and sat down and i swear that bathrooom is the echoiest thing ever. When you pee it makes a hissing noise and i cant figure out why but that combined with the echo was loud. I went home and did work for a couple hours after that. I then went for a run with it on and I like completely forgot it was there. One of my neighbors came up behind me and wanted to chat and they had no idea. So as to not bore all of you basically I had a relaxed day and flr the entire day I had this device on. This is the second prototype of this device and i may start working on a third soon. Sorry if this post was weird but i wanted to share this so ya, thanks for reading this far!
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  17. Hey everyone, I'm back again with another long story about some people who are extremely desperate to pee. I met to post this here when I finished it a few months ago, but I realized recently that I completely forgot to until now, so my apologize for the delay. Note: This story is long and divided up into multiple parts, so that it's easier to read in more than one sitting. Each part averages about 5,000 words in length, except for part #5, the final part, which is twice as long. So yeah, it'll take a while to read through it all. === The Beach Party, Part #1 "Hey Zora, you'll love this party I just heard about". "Oh? Why is that Matt? You know I only like parties if there's plenty of beer involved" "Oh there is, take a look at this flyer William gave me" replied Matt, handing it to Zora. Zora looked at the flyer, it was advertising a weekend party at the beach for the entire freshmen class, and promising plenty of beer. The group would leave extra early on a bus at 6 AM on a Saturday, and head home on a bus on Sunday at 7 PM. It also vaguely promised some 'beer contests' that people could win money participating in, or placing bets on. In smaller font it was stated that most of the beer served before the evening would be non-alcoholic for legal liability reasons. "Well I'm sure they'd love for two gorgeous people like us to be there Matt. Too bad we're both too broke to bet any money on the contests it advertises" said Zora. "Hey don't say that before we even know what the contests are" argued Matt. "We both know how you're able to drink a lot of big tough guys under the table Zora, including yours truly. No one ever expects the slim sexy nerd girl to be able to down more beer then them". Matt's flattering description of Zora described her well. Zora was a slim and sexy 19 year old college girl with long dark hair who majored in mathematics. Despite how Zora looked like a lightweight, whenever she went out drinking with the guys she always drank more beer than even the tall muscular jocks in the group. Zora was also well known among her friends for having an iron bladder, since she never visited the ladies room when she went out drinking. Not even when the others in her group had each visited the restrooms several times in the night while drinking less beer than her. Zora never took more than 3 trips to the toilet in a day, and could often easily get away with just 2 pees a day without too much trouble. Despite being one of the smartest students in her year, Zora often hung out with the guys who could be described as the 'dumb jocks' who were great at sports and had great bodies but weren't the brightest bulbs. Her boyfriend Matt was one of those guys, big and muscular but not the brightest at academic work. "Just because I'm good at it doesn't mean that I'll win any bets we place on me" protested Zora, "but even if we're too broke to bet money we could still win some of the prizes it talks about". "Then I'll find a few bucks to place a bet on you if it's a drinking contest Zora" said Matt. "But first lets answer the million dollar question. Are we going to sign up for this party or what"? "Of course we are" Zora replied eagerly. "William may be known as a rich prick, but he's also known to always throw the best parties. Just make sure you tell Steve and Phil about this, they'll want to go to". Steve and Phil were friends of Zora and Matt who they often hung out with and went out drinking with. "Way ahead of you Zora, I ran into them first and already told them while I was looking for you" grinned Matt. "I'll go RSVP for us both". When the day of the party came Zora was as exhausted as everyone else from having to get up before 6 AM to catch the bus. Zora woke up so close to 6 AM that she barely had time to get dressed and visit the bathroom to take a morning piss before racing to catch the bus. As they got onto the buses Zora counted roughly 100 college students coming along for the weekend beach party. Zora had dressed appropriately in skimpy clothing since it was bound to be quite warm at the beach, and she wanted to show off her sexy body. Zora wore a skimpy black bikini underneath a skimpy tank top and a very short jeans denim skirt. Zora saw that most of the other girls had dressed similarly. Most of the guys were in just their swim trunks and a short sleeve shirt. Since they wouldn't arrive at the beach for several hours, and it was so early in the day, Zora, Matt, and almost all the other passengers quickly fell asleep during the long ride. "Zora wake up, we're at the beach" whispered Matt. "Huh" yawned Zora as she opened her eyes and looked around. It looked like Matt was right, almost everyone else was already getting out of their seats and helping to carry beach supplies and coolers of refreshments out. Zora looked out the window, and saw the beautiful ocean splashing onto the beach sand. As they got off the bus Zora saw that the beach they had gone to was truly as in the middle of nowhere as possible. It was a very rural looking place with a lot of grass and mountains in the distance inland, and no signs of civilization for miles. William had promised that they'd have absolute privacy on the beach where no one would disturb them, and the location he had picked certainly seemed to deliver on that promise. Soon the beach supplies and drinks were completely unloaded from the buses and the buses drove away. Zora, Matt, and most of the others stripped down to their bikini's and swim trunks and began to put on sunscreen. Matt finished putting the sunscreen on himself first. "Hey, I'll be back in a bit Zora, I gotta go take a piss" said Matt as he began to get up. "Go right ahead" replied Zora, though she wondered where Matt intended to go. Zora had already gotten enough of a look at the beach & nearby area to see that there were no public restrooms here. There weren't even any buildings in sight for miles. There was also barely anything to hide behind to offer any privacy. As Matt began to walk away the direction he was heading in immediately answered Zora's question. He was heading towards some several feet high sand dunes that stretched pretty far. At least 4 other guys were already standing near the sand dunes facing away from Zora and most of the other college students. It didn't take a genius to figure out even from the distance that they were all peeing on the sand dunes. "Hey Matt" Zora shouted while he was still within earshot, "get me a cold bottle of beer on your way back, I'm thirsty". Zora heard Matt shout an 'ok' back to her. As Zora was left alone to put her sunscreen on her mind turned to the obvious question, what would Zora do when she had to pee later. While Zora had no urge to go right now, having just taken a morning piss about 3 hours ago, she had little doubt that she'd be needing to go eventually with all the beer she'd be drinking today. Zora had figured that there would be a public restroom nearby that she could use, but obviously that wasn't the case. While Zora wasn't completely opposed to the idea of squatting down to pee somewhere outdoors if she had no other choice, the thought of peeing without any privacy really bothered her. Zora didn't want over 100 other college students to see her squatting down for a piss. The sand dunes didn't really offer much of any privacy even if she went behind them, they were just too short. The thought of wading into the ocean and peeing through her bikini bottom crossed Zora's mind. But Zora couldn't stomach the thought of purposely peeing in the ocean. It was disgusting to even think about, let alone to actually do it. 'I guess I can hold it until it's pitch dark. Then I can take a short walk somewhere away from the others, and pee in the privacy of the cover of darkness' Zora pondered in her head. Without doing any math, Zora thought holding it that long might be a bit of a stretch for her iron bladder. If she wanted to Zora could easily pee just twice a day, once in the morning after just getting up, and once before bed. But that was without drinking a lot of beer throughout the day, and Zora had intended on drinking a lot of beer today. 'I should probably be alright, just as long as I make a conscious effort not to drink too much beer throughout the day' Zora thought. Zora tried to do some math in her head to determine how much beer she could get away with drinking without getting too uncomfortable before nightfall. Zora's thoughts were interrupted by Matt returning to her, carrying 2 bottles of beer in his hand, each were 12 ounces in size, the size of a can of soda. "Here, this bottle of beer is ice cold just the way you like it" said Matt as he handed Zora one. A thirsty Zora eagerly took the bottle from Matt and took a deep sip. Zora and Matt soon hooked up with their friends Steve and Phil, and some other college students as they began to have fun partying on the beach for the next hour. Zora ended up playing a game of volleyball with Matt against Steve and Phil. At one point during their game the guys called for a couple minute break to fetch and drink another bottle of beer. If it weren't for the lack of a restroom at the beach Zora would have grabbed herself a second bottle of beer without a second thought, instead Zora made an effort to restrain herself. 'Wait an hour before you grab a second beer, two in an hour is one too many this early in the day' Zora kept telling herself in her head. As the first hour wore on, Zora got to see a lot of other guys making use of the sand dunes to pee, and even some girls to. The lack of privacy the girls and guys had who went behind the sand dunes to pee only reinforced Zora's commitment to wait until it was pitch dark out to pee. That time was still many hours away however, it wasn't even 10 AM yet, though Zora still had no urge to go as of yet. Towards the end of their first hour at the beach as the clock neared 10 AM, William began to shout to get people's attention. "Alright everyone gather around and shut up for a moment, I've got an announcement to make" yelled William. Zora and her friends followed the crowd towards William. Soon there was a crowd of roughly 100 college students standing around William. "Alright everyone, you all no doubt noticed on the flyers I passed out advertising this party that it promised beer contests, and betting you can place on it" William announced. The crowd nodded eagerly. "Well, the first of those contests is to begin soon at roughly 10 AM". "What will the contest be" asked someone in the crowd. "Glad someone asked" said William, "has everyone ever heard of Edward Fortyhands contests, also called Amy Winehands contests in some places". Some people in the crowd shouted yes, but others said no. Zora was among the no's. "You've gotta be kidding me that you've never heard of it" Matt whispered in Zora's ears. "What" whispered Zora defensively, "I'm good at drinking lots of beer, but I've never entered any drinking contests before. Unless you count drinking you under the table for fun a contest". "Well for those who don't know it's simple" shouted William, continuing to talk over the whisperings from the crowd. William turned around and opened a large cooler behind him. He pulled out a large 40 ounce (1,183 ml) bottle of beer and held it up high for everyone to see. "The people in the contest get one of these 40 ounce bottles duct taped to each of their hands, that's 80 ounces of beer total. They can't use their hands for anything except for drinking from the beer bottles duct taped to them. Only by completely draining both bottles can they remove the duct tape and be free to use their hands for other things again". "See" whispered Matt, "we've already done it before with Steve and Phil, just without the duct tape". Zora nodded back, they had indeed had several similar contests in their dorm rooms in the past. Despite her smaller size Zora had always finished her bottles first in those contests. "What if you have to go to the bathroom from all that drinking" a girl in the crowd asked. William grinned obnoxiously as he answered "then you better finish your beer fast so you can go. Or you can always go in your bikini or swim trunks in front of the crowd". Some people in the crowd laughed. "But if you want to win some cash prizes you better hold it till you finish. The first person to finish their bottles wins $100, and there's prizes for 2nd and 3rd place to. And you can all place bets on who you think will win, and who you think will wet themselves instead of finishing". "If you want in the first contest then come see me" William concluded, "I'd like at least 8 people, but more is fine to. And remember it's still morning so it's non-alcoholic beer we'll be drinking". As the crowd broke up when William finished talking Zora's friends wasted no time encouraging her to enter the Edwards Fortyhands contest. As a bunch of poor college students with little extra spending money, the dollar signs were already in the eyes of her friends. William's contest and betting sounded like a golden opportunity for Zora and her friends to make some money. "Zora you've gotta enter that contest, you'll win for sure" her boyfriend Matt told her. "That contest is a free $100 for the taking for you Zora, and a free can't lose bet for the three of us" said Steve. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I have just $20, so I'd love to double that amount". Seeing the look of indecisiveness on her face, Phil chimed in "and since we wouldn't be able to win that free money without you we can even give you a cut of it to Zora. How about say 15 percent?". Matt and Steve both nodded in agreement with Phil. "Alright, alright I'll do it boys" said Zora as she bowed to peer pressure from her friends, and the lure of some much needed cash. In truth Zora hadn't hesitated just because she wasn't as confident in winning as her friends were. She was also concerned about how much beer she'd have to drink and how it would undoubtedly hit her bladder sooner or later long before night fell. Some quick math told Zora that downing two 40 ounce bottles of beer would fill her bladder more than 6 of the smaller 12 ounce (355 ML) bottles Zora had already drank one of. And this contest was all about downing a bunch of beer all at once, not over the course of several hours. And yet Zora was also flat broke just like her friends, so she told herself she could cope with two large bottles of beer. Having just one smaller bottle of beer an hour was being too overly cautious anyway Zora told herself. What good was an iron bladder if Zora didn't put it to use? Besides, it was only one contest, it wasn't like she'd have to do it again, or that they'd let her enter again after she won the first time. "Are you sure Zora, you seemed a bit indecisive" asked Matt, picking up on Zora's concern, but not realizing the reason for the concern. "Yes I'm sure Matt, I'm sure guys" said Zora, more confidently then before. "I'm as broke and in need of the extra spending money as you all are. I'll go see William to sign up right now". "And we'll all go and place bets on your certain victory" Steve added joyfully. William showed how his reputation as a rich prick was well earned when Zora approached him and announced she wanted to be in his Edward Fortyhands contest. "You?" William laughed, "are you here to try to win it, or are you just here to get some free beer". Zora wasn't surprised by William's skepticism. As a slim woman who was only 5 feet 5 inches tall, average height for a woman, Zora hardly looked like a person who could down a lot of beer faster than much bigger guys. Zora's three muscle man friends Matt, Steve, and Phil had all once underestimated her the same way when they had first met. Zora took great pleasure in proving to others that they had underestimated her prowess at drinking beer. "Of course I'm here win your contest" Zora replied with fierce determination. "I've drank plenty of big tough looking guys under the table before, including those three". William laughed at Zora's determination, clearly skeptical of her claims. "Well if you insist then sure, you can be contestant number 7, which is probably where you'll place to, 7th". Zora only smiled at William's arrogance, if others underestimated her like him then her friends could probably do better than just doubling their money on her win. "Don't underestimate my girlfriend man" said Matt. "I'm so confident in her that I'm placing a bet on her finishing in 1st place". Matt waved a $20 bill in his hand to show he was serious. "Well if you want to blow $20 on loyalty to your girl then be my guess" laughed William. "As for you Zora, go sit on the orange beach chair over there with the number 7 written on it, so that the others will know you're in the contest. Wait with the other contestants for the game to begin". There ended up being a total of nine people in the Edwards Fortyhand contest by the time it started at 10 AM. Besides Zora, there were two other girls in the contest, one of them was Kelly, she was a short, slim, and sexy girl like Zora, though she was a few inches shorter than Zora. Zora was sure William had mocked her as well when she wanted to enter the contest. Zora was sure that the girl was much better at rapidly downing beers then she looked, she had an aura of confidence about her. One of the other six guys, named Russell, was a strong jock who was over six and a half feet tall. Not surprisingly many were placing their bets on him to win first place. 'The bigger they are the harder they'll fall' Zora thought to herself as she smiled at him. When the contest was about to begin everyone formed a large circle around William, Zora, and the rest of the contestants. They watched as William duct taped two large 40 ounce bottles of beer to the hands of Zora and the other contestants. Zora smiled as William duct taped the beers to her hand, the bottles were both quite cold, just the way Zora liked her beer. "Alright everyone, when I say go you can all start drinking and the contest will be on" said William. "Is everyone here ready to drink"! There was a pause as Zora and the others all shouted yes excitedly. "Alright then, get ready, and GO, DRINK!". Zora didn't even pay attention to what the others were doing when the contest started. She knew from past experience going up against Matt, Steve, and Phil in similar contests that the way for her to win was to pace herself. Trying to down a third of the bottle in one gulp never worked out well for the guys. While the beer wasn't alcoholic like it had been when Zora had done this before, Zora didn't adjust her strategy. Zora only took herself out of the zone to see how the others were doing briefly when she finished completely draining the first 40 ounce bottle. None of the others had finished their first beer bottle yet. Many of Zora's competitors weren't even halfway done their first bottle. Two people were fairly close on Zora's heels however, Russell the six and a half foot giant, and Kelly the slim girl who was several inches shorter then Zora. Others in the crowd were obviously dumbfounded by how the two slim and good looking girls were giving the giant athlete Russell a run for his money. There was a lot of taunting from the crowd aimed at Russell and the other guys. "You're doing great Zora, keep going!" Zora heard Matt and her friends shouting. Zora went back into the zone, and kept on drinking from her second bottle at a steady pace, blind to what her competitors were doing. When Zora drained the last of her second 40 ounce bottle of beer she knew without even looking at the other contestants that she had won. She heard her friends Matt, Steve, and Phil giving the loudest cheers of the group. Zora looked to her side and saw a surprised William walking over to her. William grabbed Zora's hands and raised the beer bottles to his eye level to verify they were both indeed empty, and then raised Zora's right hand into the air. "The unexpected 1st place winner everyone, contestant #7, Zora" announced William to the cheering crowd. William soon removed the duct tape and beer bottles from Zora's hands, and then shook her hand. "Congratulations Zora, I never thought someone of your size could down that much beer in just 21 minutes. Feel free to run off for a pee now, I'm sure you need it after all that beer". William's mention of a pee was an unwelcome reminder of Zora's predicament, and how she had just made things harder on herself by downing so much beer so early in the day. Zora already felt the first twinges of an urge to pee hitting her bladder. Most of the beer hadn't had time to get to Zora's iron bladder just yet however, so Zora simply told William "thanks, but I'm good, I don't need a leak just yet". "Well feel free to run off to take a leak whenever all that beer hits your bladder" amended William, before he returned his attention to Russell and Kelly. Zora glanced at them as well, and saw Kelly had passed Russell, though Kelly also seemed to be feeling the effects of the beer, with how she was fidgeting her legs around. When Kelly finished 4 minutes after Zora, she didn't waste any time getting William to take the beer bottles off. "Hurry it up William, I've gotta pee really bad, I should have gone before the contest started". When William removed the duct tape and bottles from her hands, Kelly immediately gripped her crotch with both hands and ran off towards the sand dunes. Zora noted that a lot of people kept taking glances in the direction of Kelly and the sand dunes while Kelly was gone, which only reaffirmed to Zora that there would be no privacy to her if she peed on the sand dunes. The next 35 minutes everyone else in the contest who finished also ran off to the sand dunes for a much needed piss. However 2 of the contestants, one guy and one girl, both couldn't hold it before finishing their beer. The guy just stood there blushing as he soaked his swim trunks with urine and had it run down his legs. The girl, though unable to use her hands to try to keep her legs dry, tried squatting down on the ground when it started to run down her legs. It helped stop her legs from getting much wetter at least, but that was about all it accomplished. Just watching the two college students lose control of their bladder was enough to send thoughts of Zora's own bladder back to the top of her mind. Zora felt shivers run down her spine and into her filling bladder as she wondered if she'd be able to hold on till nightfall. By 11 AM when the contest was over Zora felt the beer continuing to rapidly pump itself into her bladder. But Zora tried to ignore her bladder by focusing on the money she and her friends had just won. "So exactly how much did you boys bet on me" asked Zora as Matt, Steve, and Phil returned with their winnings in hand. "Together we bet $80" answered Matt, "But so many people bet against you and on the other 8 contestants that William gave you 3 to 1 odds". As the math whiz in the group Zora knew how slim the odds were considered for a 3 to 1 chance event to occur, and what the payout was for 3 to 1 odds. Zora's jaw dropped in shock as she realized how much money that had netted the guys. "You guys raked in $240 dollars in profit!" Zora practically screamed in delight. "How well did you expect us to do" asked Steve. "I was expecting you three to collectively make around $100 in profits total, even if you bet all the cash you were carrying" answered Zora. "If I had known you three would make that much I wouldn't have even hesitated to enter the contest". "So, what's 15% of $240 dollars Zora" asked Matt. "Since we all agreed beforehand that would be your cut for entering the contest and winning us the money". Zora did the quick mental math "that's $36 dollars, let's hope we have enough smaller bills" Zora and the three guys sat down on their beach blanket and counted the money together. The gambling money totaled $320. Matt, Steve, and Phil each pocketed the $80 they originally bet, and handed Zora $36 dollars, then split up the remaining $204 among themselves. Zora found herself catching the guy's contagious greed for easy money as they counted it out. It had been so easy winning the contest, and Zora couldn't remember ever seeing so much cash in real life before. "It's a shame that they surely won't let me play in the remaining drinking contests now" said Zora as she pocketed her money. "It surely wouldn't pay out as much as this one did now, but hey free money is free money". "You never know if you don't ask" piped up Phil as he started to get up, "I'll go ask William if you'll be allowed to enter the next one, and when it'll be". "If you can enter it again, imagine how much more money we could win by betting more than $80" said Matt, as thoughts of what to do with their unexpected spending money filled their minds. Zora's thoughts of how to spend her money were interrupted by Phil returning with a big grin on his face. "Hey guys, William said why not, people love seeing if winners can win again against fiercer competition. Also he said the next contest will be at 2 PM, which is in another 3 hours". While Zora acted happy with her friends at the news, in the back of Zora's mind there was only one thing she was thinking. 'CRAP CRAP CRAP!' Zora screamed in her head as thoughts of her rapidly filling bladder refused to be ignored any longer. 'What have I just gotten myself into? I can't back out now after just telling the guys I'd do another contest'. Zora glanced at the $136 dollars in her wallet. 'Plus the money is too good for all of us for me to back out, I wish we weren't so poor'. Zora wondered how she'd ever hold on till nightfall if she had another 80 ounces of beer so early in the afternoon. Oblivious to Zora's anxiety, Matt wrapped his arms around Zora from behind and pulled her closer for a kiss. "Who says we have to do just one more contest guys? I think my girl can go on a long winning streak in these contests". Matt didn't even give Zora a chance to reply as he bent down and kissed her on the lips. But she could see how Steve and Phil's eyes lit up at Matt's idea, and knew immediately that Matt's big mouth had just made her desperate plight even worse. Out loud Zora simply told them "we'll see when we get there boys". === The Beach Party, Part #2 The next few hours passed uneventfully, at least to the guy's perspective, since unlike Zora their inhibitions and anatomy didn't stop them from all using the sand dunes whenever they wanted to. Zora and the guys played a few games of beach volleyball with themselves and others. They also enjoyed digging in the sand and playing in the ocean. The ocean water was colder then Zora had expected, which briefly made her urge to piss worse. But Zora prided herself on her iron bladder, so despite all the beer she had downed earlier it was nothing she couldn't handle, for now. Zora was briefly tempted to pee in the ocean, but she knew she couldn't do it, the thought disgusted her too much. Yet while Zora could still easily control her bladder, more beer continued to pump itself into her bladder the next two hours. Zora tried to ignore her slowly growing need as best she could and just have fun with her friends, but her bladder 's needs kept nagging at her at the back of her mind. Since Zora knew she'd be entering another beer drinking contest at 2 PM she barely ate anything when food was offered at noon. Zora knew she couldn't stuff herself on food or beer if she expected to win another Edwards Fortyhands drinking contest. To quench her thirst in between the contests Zora allowed herself only a single 12 ounce bottle of beer. Zora knew in the back of her mind she'd be regretting having the beer bottle later after she downed another 80 ounces of beer and had to pee a lot worse. But Zora was too thirsty to care at the moment. By 1 PM Zora couldn't help but occasionally fidget her legs around from her growing need. She tried to be subtle about it, and not do it if she thought anyone was looking in her direction. And yet despite her caution her boyfriend Matt saw her fidgeting her legs multiple times. At first Zora tried to play it off as adjusting her legs to a more comfortable position, and Matt didn't comment on it. But then Zora made the mistake of glancing in the direction of the sand dunes. She saw a college guy she didn't know standing at the sand dunes. Unlike most of the people who visited the sand dunes this guy didn't have his back facing the others, he had his side facing them. That met that despite the distance Zora easily saw his cock whipped out of his swim trunks, pissing a large stream onto the sand. Zora felt a jolt of added urgency hit her jealous bladder at the sight of the guy doing the thing her bladder wanted to do but could not do. Without thinking Zora moved a hand to grip her crotch, while also crossing her legs. She blushed when she realized Matt was watching her. Zora moved her hand away from her crotch and looked into her boyfriend's eyes, and she saw Matt knew without a doubt now about her need. "Come on Zora, let's go for a walk" he said as he got up out of the beach chair. Wordlessly Zora got up and followed her boyfriend. The beach and much of the surrounding area was so flat that you could see in any direction for miles, so they couldn't truly be alone, but they could get well out of ear shot of the others. When they were far enough away from the others for them to hear nothing, Zora confessed to Matt what he already knew. "All that beer from the contest has started to hit my bladder Matt. I haven't peed since shortly before we left at 6 AM, which was 7 hours ago". "I thought so, I noticed you still hadn't gone to relieve yourself yet" said Matt as he rubbed Zora's shoulders to try to calm her down. "Until now I thought that was just you being my iron bladder girlfriend who only pees two times a day, even with all that beer". "That's two times a day on a normal day without drinking any beer Matt. Even an iron bladder girlfriend fills up faster when she downs a lot of beer". Zora sighed and closed her eyes for a moment as she enjoyed Matt massaging her shoulders. "What am I going to do Matt?" "Well, even though you've been avoiding it because you don't like it, you can always use the sand dunes like everyone else". "I can't Matt, us ladies don't have it as easy as you guys do in situations like this" moaned Zora. "Sure you can" said Matt in a reassuring tone as he continued to massage Zora's shoulders. "Just do what the other girls have been doing. Squat down and pull your bikini bottom off or aside". "Matt I'm not peeing in front of 100 other college students, especially not on some sand dunes, and no other self respecting lady would either. The fact that you even know how the other women have been peeing on the sand dunes shows how there's no privacy over there". Zora sighed again as she felt her unrelieved bladder continuing to nag at her. "I expected us to have a public restroom so that I could pee in the privacy of a ladies room stall. You guys are so luckily being able to just whip your cocks out anywhere to pee". "Well we're not going to be back at the college until tomorrow evening, so what do you intend on doing about your bladder's predicament" asked Matt. Zora turned around to face Matt, and looked him in the eyes. "Unless you have a better idea I'll hold it till it's nightfall and relatively pitch dark, that should be shortly after 8 PM. Then I'll take a short walk and pee somewhere in the privacy of the cover of darkness. But that's still so many hours away Matt". "What about the next Edwards Fortyhands drinking contest in an hour" asked Matt, this time with a bit of anxiousness in his voice. "You know how much of a financial boon the last one was to us all, we can't make that money without you...". Zora saw the concern and disappointment in her boyfriend's eyes. Zora knew the guys wanted to milk these contests for as much money as possible, and the greedy part of her agreed with their sentiment despite her plight. "Don't worry Matt. I'll enter it, and I'll win again. I can't say my bladder will be too thrilled about it afterwards however". Zora thought Matt's eyes lit up a bit too eagerly at her response. "That's my girl, I knew you'd be tough enough to take one for the team, especially when there's beer involved". Matt reached his massive arms out to pull Zora close to him in a hug. "Don't worry about the drinking Zora, you're Miss Iron Bladder, you'll be fine". Zora pulled herself closer to Matt to hug him back, and felt herself rub right against his erect cock through his swim trunks. It was Matt's turn to blush now, as it all clicked in Zora's mind why he was turned on. Zora smiled at him and kissed. "At least one of us can take joy out of my situation" she whispered to him. Soon they turned to head back to the main part of the beach where the others were. The clock soon reached 1:50 PM. When William announced the next Edwards Fortyhands drinking contest would start in 10 minutes it triggered a rush to the sand dunes to pee before the contest started. Zora wasn't among those who rushed to the sand dunes, she waited, still unrelieved, for the contest to begin. This didn't escape the attention of a few people who had noticed that Zora still hadn't visited the sand dunes to pee since the last contest, including William. "You know you're free to pee before the next contest starts Zora" William reminded her. "It's peeing yourself during the contest that gets you disqualified". William spoke loudly enough for at least a dozen other people nearby to overhear. Zora blushed a bit at being found out so quickly by William. It was his fault that she wasn't able to pee out here, since he had picked a place with no public restrooms nearby for her to use. But Zora knew complaining now would do her no good. At the same time though, Zora was quick on her feet. She realized confessing the truth could help convince some people to bet against her winning the contest. Who would bet on a girl they thought might piss herself and get disqualified before she finished downing her beers? And the less that bet on her the greater the return on investment her friend's bets would get. "Eh I'll be fine William, this lady doesn't like the idea of peeing in sand dunes" she replied. "Have you even peed since the last contest" asked William. Zora noticed his eyes were focused right on the start of her bladder bulge, which was clearly visible to everyone who looked closely enough since she was only wearing a skimpy bikini. "Nope, I'm still holding it since the last contest" she confessed loudly enough for the eavesdroppers to overhear. "I haven't peed since shortly before boarding the bus about 8 hours ago". "Well I'm sure you must really need a leak by now then" said William. "That makes it even more foolish for you to not take the chance to go before the contest". "No, given the lack of any proper facilities out here, I'd much rather hold it then pee out here, even after the contest is over. You'd understand my hesitation if you were a girl William". William gave up the conversation at that point, but Zora happily noted some whispered conversations among the dozen strangers who had overheard their conversation. While she couldn't overhear what they were all saying, she hoped that they were less hesitant to bet on someone else now. She saw Matt, who had overheard her conversation with William, smile at her from the distance and give her a thumbs up. The next 10 minutes flew by, and William quickly recruited 9 other competitors for Zora in the second contest. Besides Zora there were 3 other women, one of which was Kelly, the girl who came in second place against Zora last time. A lot of the guys in the contest were athletes on the college sports teams, though none looked quite as intimidating on paper as Russell had. Despite how tough many of the guys looked, Zora considered Kelly to be her most dangerous competitor in the contest. Though the two women had never met each other prior to William's beach party, it already felt to Zora like they had quickly become each other's fiercest rival. Just one look at Kelly told Zora that she was much better prepared this time, she also looked a lot more confident and determined this time around. Like Zora, Kelly also didn't visit the sand dunes before entering the contest. But Zora didn't think much of it, figuring Kelly had probably gone earlier when she wasn't looking, after all she had rushed off to the sand dunes after the first contest. Soon William duct taped the 80 ounces of beer to Zora's hands, and the hands of her 9 competitors. The second Zora heard William tell everyone to start drinking she went into the zone again and just focused on downing her beer, rather than on the other competitors or the crowd watching her. Zora was aware of her bladder continuing to complain more fiercely then before as she drained her two 40 ounce beer bottles. Being unable to grip her crotch due to the beer bottles duct taped to it Zora found herself crossing her legs more the more she drained her beer bottles. Zora only let herself come out of the zone and pay attention to what was going on around her after she had drained the last of her second 40 ounce beer bottle. She knew immediately from the joyous reactions of Matt, Steve, and Phil that she had won. Unlike last time though, Zora also saw some looks of relief on the boy's faces, which told her it had been a closer match up. Zora glanced at her other competitors, and saw that Kelly was likely just 30 seconds behind her, too close for comfort for Zora even though she had still narrowly won. William soon confirmed her victory, and Kelly's second place finish as he removed the empty beer bottles from both women's hands. "Congratulations Zora, it became a very close matchup between you and Kelly at the end there. It took you 23 minutes this time around but you still won first place by about 30 seconds over your next competitor, Kelly. You started to give a few of your bettors a heart attack when you started to squirm your legs around in desperation, as if you might be in danger of losing it". Zora blushed upon realizing that of course the others had seen her squirm, she had been too busy downing her beer to care at the time. But now with her body rapidly pumping the beer she had just drank into her bladder right now Zora found herself tempted to cross her legs again, or grip her crotch in front of everyone. But she resisted the urge, now that the contest was over she didn't want to look that weak. "I told you I'd be fine William. I'm not a girl to rush off to the ladies room a half dozen times during the night when I go out drinking". After a moment of hesitation Zora added in a confident tone "a little extra beer is no problem for a girl like me". Zora wished she believed her boast with as much confidence as she had said it. 80 ounces of beer was hardly 'a little' beer for anyone, especially a girl Zora's size who had already downed a bunch of beer hours ago. "And what about you Kelly" William asked. "It was a very close match up, but you came much closer than last time. You were even ahead of Zora at one point when she started to squirm around in desperation". Even without words the look on Kelly's face already said it all. Kelly was clearly full of a lot of frustration and some rage as her eyes shot daggers in Zora's direction. "Of course I did better than last time, I wasn't all that ready the first contest" she answered. "But to come so close and still lose narrowly, that's so frustrating! I've always been the beer queen among my friends. I've never lost at something like this before, and now I've lost twice!". "Well I think you're both beer queens in the eyes of everyone here" said William to the cheers of the crowd. "Better luck next time then, but second place is still another $50 for you". As Zora watched the remaining competitors finish the contest she saw every single one of them rush off to the sand dunes to pee. Each one of them sent an unwelcome reminder to Zora of her bladder's own needs, but Zora knew she had no choice but to ignore her bladder's rapidly increasing urge and keep holding it. There was one competitor who didn't use the sand dunes however, her rival Kelly. She didn't seem to be showing any signs of needing a leak yet despite just downing 80 ounces of beer. While Zora was still concerned about her own filling bladder, she couldn't help but wonder if Kelly was like her in ways besides a talent for downing a lot more beer then most would expect for her size. Zora made a mental note to herself to keep an eye on Kelly. Zora couldn't help but get the feeling that Kelly was also keeping a close eye on her while they watched the rest of the contest with the others. Zora was increasingly tempted to grip her crotch in desperation as the hour wore on, and the gusher in her bladder grew more urgent. But her gut told her not to show weakness in front of Kelly and the others, so she kept her arms away from her crotch. By the time the contest ended Zora found herself constantly adjusting her legs every few minutes to deal with her bladder's urgent nagging. When the bets and prizes were paid out Zora hoped it would be a welcome distraction from her bladder's needs, as she and her friends sat down on a beach blanket together to count the money again. "Ok let me try to guess the amount first" said Zora before they started to count it out and divide it up. "It's under 50% of what we made last time isn't it?". "Why would you think we'd do that poorly" asked Phil, clearly trying to stifle a grin. "I'm just being realistic Phil, after the first contest where no one was even close to me who would want to bet against me? That's got to have put a big dent in our haul compared to last time". "That thinking would have applied before you made a public show of not visiting the sand dunes like the rest of your competitors" grinned Matt. "That was pure genius Zora, now we know why you're the brains of the group. I overheard several people changing their bets after they realized you still hadn't peed all day despite drinking all that beer. Thanks to your quick thinking we still managed to get 1 to 1.3 odds on you, on the entire $284". Zora's mind went through a rollercoaster of emotions at that news. On one hand Zora's mind immediately did the math and realized the win had netted the guys $218 in profit. That wasn't that far behind their winnings from the first contest, and it was much more then she expected them to win. The greedy part of Zora leapt in joy inside at this news. On the other hand, Zora had told the guys not to bet every cent they had on the contest, in case she lost. And the contest had turned out to be quite close, much too close for comfort for Zora in hindsight. The fact that the guys hadn't listened to her caution left another part of her pissed off at them for putting more pressure on her. She didn't want to be blamed for losing their entire winnings in one contest. Anger won out for Zora. "Matt! I told guys not to bet everything on one contest! What if I had lost and you guys lost all your money!". "Well that's why we didn't tell you in advance" admitted Matt to the nods of Steve and Phil. "We knew you wouldn't like it being under that kind of pressure. So we all agreed it's better to ask for forgiveness then permission". "Besides, we still won" Steve added cheerfully. "So we can be forgiven when we have this big haul of money can't we Zora". Zora wanted to do more to talk the guys out of betting all their money on the next contests. Milking the contests for some much needed extra spending money was one thing, but repeatedly betting it all was pure recklessness in Zora's book. But she knew from the greedy looks in their eyes, and the cheerful looks on their faces that she'd be wasting her breath. "Damn you boys! Just don't do that again" she said in a semi-stern tone even as she felt their optimism and the pile of cash smothering her anger. Zora calmed herself down and joined the guys in counting out the money and taking her 15% share of $33. As she counted out the money Zora couldn't help but repeatedly fidget her legs around and grab her crotch in desperation a few times. A trip to the toilet would be quite welcome right now Zora thought. Her squirming around in obvious desperation didn't escape the notice of Steve and Phil, who Zora had never confessed her plight to. Matt, knowing full well about her plight, was taking in all her desperate squirming with his eyes. "Wait a minute" said Steve with some concern. "You really weren't bluffing when you told William you hadn't peed in over 9 hours by now, and you're still holding it after the contest?". Zora couldn't help but blush and grip her crotch as a jolt of desperation swam through her bladder. "What kind of a lady could pee here" asked Zora. "If I was desperate and I had no other choice I'd be open to squatting down and peeing somewhere outdoors, but not in broad daylight with no privacy from a hundred other people. And before you ask, no, the sand dunes aren't private at all". "Then why agree to enter the drinking contests when you know it'll make you have to pee real bad" asked Phil. "You know why, the lure of this green stuff in front of us" answered Zora as she waved a wad of money around in one hand, before adjusting her fidgeting legs again. This conversation was not helping her bladder. "I just hope I'll be able to keep holding it once all that beer finishes hitting my bladder. I need to pee pretty badly already". Matt slid over to Zora and wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug. "Calm down Zora you're the Miss Iron Bladder in the group who can drink loads of beer with us while never peeing, you'll be fine" he whispered into her ear in encouragement. Zora squirmed around in desperation underneath his bear hug. "Matt you need to be more careful about that, my bladder doesn't like sudden jolts to my body" she complained in a playful but serious voice. Matt loosened his grip some. Things were quiet for a few minutes as the group counted out the rest of the money and divided it up. Then Matt broke the silence with a big grin on his face. "Guys I just got a great idea to increase our haul and betting odds in the next contests, but it'll take our heroine Zora to pull off". Steve and Phil were all ears and big grins with dollar signs practically visible in their face. Zora liked the idea of more money, so she was willing to listen to Matt's idea. "Well, what part will I have to play, besides winning another drinking contest" she asked, while she felt some jolts of desperation hit her bladder at the thought of downing yet another 80 ounces of beer. "It's simple, the next drinking contest is in another three hours at 6 PM, I asked William when we picked up our winnings" explained Matt. "Zora you need to keep holding it till 6 PM, and hold it during the contest while you win". Zora sighed "you know that's what I have no choice but to try to do" she said, hoping she could wait that long once the rest of the beer hit her bladder. "As soon as it gets pitch dark around 8 PM however, I'm gonna have to pee somewhere. I already need to go pretty badly". "But that's exactly what you have to not do" Matt replied energetically. "People will be so convinced you'll win next time that we probably won't get good betting odds on the 6 PM contest no matter what we do." "How will me not peeing help that" asked Zora warily. "The 6 PM contest will be over long before nightfall arrives and gives me my first chance to pee all day since arriving at the beach". While Zora still didn't get Matt's idea, she was already not liking where it was going. Her bladder didn't like it either, as she had to fight off more jolts of desperation as she openly squirmed around and gripped her crotch in front of the guys. "Because we won't be betting on just the drinking contest" Matt answered eagerly. "Sure, we'll put some money on you winning that. But remember, William also has betting on contestants pissing themselves before finishing their beer". "But most people haven't been betting on that" Steve pointed out, "and no one even pissed themselves last time because most people ran off to piss in the sand dunes before the contest started". Zora nodded, agreeing with Steve's assessment. "Right, and even William has to have noticed that" agreed Matt. "So we'll ask him to spice up that betting by changing the rules. Given how dead that betting is on that I think he'll be open to it. We'll say he should take bets on whether the contestants can wait several hours after downing their beer to pee. Say until right before the start of the next contest at 10 PM if he keeps doing them every 4 hours". Phil's face lit up with dollar signs as he understood Matt's idea quicker than the others. "And for the competitors who had bets placed on them, they'll need some encouragement to keep holding on after the contest for the betting. So if they can hold it, he should reward them with say 15% or so of the money bet on them lasting or not lasting. I like your idea Matt", Steve voiced his agreement as well. Zora felt her bladder complain at the mere thought of going along with the guy's idea. It was only 3 PM now, and the guy's idea had her holding it for at least another 7 hours, and probably at least several more hours after a 10 PM drinking contest. Yet Zora had been hoping to finally get to pee in just 5 more hours when it got dark enough to give her some privacy. 'CRAP! They all love this idea already without even consulting with me, even though I have to do all the work!' Zora screamed in her mind. Knowing how strong headed the guys could be when money was involved, Zora had her doubts she could talk the guys out of this idea. Despite her own doubts about being able to wait as long as necessary to win the guy's bets, Zora felt their shared greed to milk these contests for all the money possible already melting her opposition to their idea. After all, Zora was a poor college student who needed the money to, and thanks to William's prizes these contests were more lucrative to her than the guys. What was the point of earning the nickname Miss Iron Bladder if she couldn't put that iron bladder to use when the chance arose? "Pardon, but I couldn't help but overhear your idea for changing the rules" said a familiar feminine voice before Zora could say a word. Zora spun herself around and saw it was Kelly who had jumped into their conversation. While Kelly had wiped the frustration and anger from earlier off her face, Zora was sure she hadn't let go of either. A proud girl with wounded pride often struck back viciously Zora found. "I think your idea sounds wonderful, I'd love to make more money off entering these contests". She paused for a moment and looked directly at Zora, with a malicious glow in her eyes. "I think your iron bladdered friend Zora would like that idea to. If you need some help convincing William to change the rules just ask, I can be quite persuasive". Zora moved her eyes farther down and saw it on Kelly, the unmistakable bulge of an unrelieved bladder. It hit her then, Kelly really was just like her in having an iron bladder she was proud of to. Zora realized Kelly had rushed off to pee after the first drinking contest because she hadn't had time for a morning piss before catching the bus. There was no telling how long Kelly had been holding it before rushing off to the sand dunes, and she hadn't peed since. Since Kelly knew of Zora's iron bladder this was her way of challenging Zora to see who had the bigger iron bladder. But it was also undoubtedly Kelly's way of getting revenge on Zora for beating her in the first two contests. She knew full well Zora was getting desperate enough for a piss after all that beer to fidget around openly in desperation. She likely knew that Zora was extremely unlikely to bring herself to use the sand dunes. And because Zora had admitted it publically earlier Kelly knew her bladder had a 4 and a half hour advantage over Zora's. So this was also her way of trying to keep Zora from a much needed piss until Kelly had bested her iron bladder. Though she knew she couldn't say it out loud, Zora swore at Kelly in her mind as her bladder continued to get pumped fuller with beer. She hadn't wanted a holding contest with her at all, especially in such an inconvenient place with no public bathrooms. Matt, Steve, and Phil meanwhile all happily thanked Kelly for supporting their idea. Only then did they seem to realize that they hadn't heard Zora's opinion on the idea, or gotten her approval. "You're fine with this money making idea aren't you Zora" Matt asked in a tone that showed his full confidence in his sexy girlfriend with the iron bladder saying yes. In a split second Zora glanced at the eager faces of the guys, still with dollar signs in their eyes. She shifted her eyes to Kelly's, and saw her exuding complete confidence. Her eyes were practically daring Zora say no like her rapidly filling bladder wanted her to. Zora knew she couldn't give in to her bladder's demands if it was what Kelly wanted. Zora also knew the guys would be really disappointed in her if she gave in to her bladder's demands this soon and refused to enter more drinking contests because of it. "Sure, I'll be game for this boys" she answered, even as all the pee already sloshing around in her desperate bladder made her regret the words before speaking them. The look Kelly gave her said it all, she was eager for a showdown to best Zora's iron bladder and humiliate her in the way Zora's contest wins had humiliated her. Despite her pessimism about going up against Kelly in her state, Zora found herself wanting to best Kelly and her iron bladder just to wipe the arrogant look off of her face. Zora sighed as she realized it was going to be a long evening for her and her already desperately full iron bladder. === The Beach Party, Part #3 Kelly soon left, while Steve and Phil both headed for the sand dunes for yet another piss, leaving just Zora and Matt. "I thought for sure you'd try to say no to our idea after what you told me earlier Zora. This is the girlfriend with the iron bladder I fell in love with" he told her before kissing her. "Part of me really wanted to say no" she admitted. "But we're all broke college students who need the money, and you boys were really excited by the idea, so how could I say no?" "Plus you never need a pit stop when we go out drinking a lot of beer together, so why should that be any different now" added Matt with a grin. Clearly he was hoping his confidence would rub off on Zora like their excitement about their rule changes had. "It's not just that either" admitted Zora as she decided to be honest with Matt. "Did you see how Kelly looked at me? Did you pay attention to her body language?" Matt looked a bit confused. "What about it? She didn't seem that mad anymore about losing the contests to you if that's what you mean". "Kelly jumped onboard your idea in order to challenge me Matt, it was clear in her eyes. This is her way of trying to challenge me to a holding contest" Zora explained. "She wants to humiliate me by beating me at this after I beat her at beer drinking twice". Zora went into detail about the bulge she noticed on Kelly's bladder area, and how she realized Kelly had been desperate for a piss for a while when she entered the first drinking contest. Zora and Matt glanced at Kelly in the distance, calmly talking to some friends. "I think I may see subtle signs of it" admitted Matt. "She's feeling it in her bladder to Zora even if she's barely showing it, and most of the beer from her first contest didn't have time to hit her bladder yet when she last peed". "True, but she still last peed four and a half hours later than I last did" replied Zora as she fidgeted her legs around. "God, I haven't peed in 9 hours now, but I've already drank more than I normally drink all day. I've gotta pee so badly already Matt, how am I ever going to hold it?". Matt smiled at her. "Calm down, you'll be fine Zora. I know you'll beat Kelly, because you're my iron bladder girlfriend who can always wait and avoid visiting the ladies room whenever we go out drinking beer together". Zora thought she saw the hint of an erection underneath his swim trunks. "I'll try my hardest Matt" she replied, "but I can't promise I won't drop my bikini bottoms and pee in the dark the second we don't have any money on the line for me not peeing however". "That's the mindset of a loser Zora" scolded Matt. "Only losers who piss themselves think about when they might pee later while hoping they can hold it that long". Zora tried to interrupt, but Matt kept talking. "Be honest Zora, all the times in the past you were this desperate to piss after drinking a lot of beer what happened?" "I waited till we finally headed back, and then rushed to plop myself on that toilet seat when we were home" Zora answered. "But sometimes you'd make me keep waiting yet another hour by taking me right to bed for some sex the moment we got back". Zora sneaked another glance at Matt's swim trunks and was certain now from the large bulge, her boyfriend was getting a raging erection from her plight. Surprisingly Zora found herself getting a bit aroused by her boyfriend's erection and arousal. She wrapped her arms around Matt and pulled herself closer to him. She felt herself rub against his erect cock for the second time today. This time around Matt didn't blush at being caught. Zora kissed him and whispered "It's weird, but your arousal is making me a bit aroused at my own desperate plight. You should have told me this turns you on sooner". Convincing William to change the rules for the betting didn't prove difficult at all. The guys and Kelly did most of the work, while Zora just nodded along and agreed. That suited Zora just fine, since she found herself in less and less of a talkative mood due to her increasingly urgent need to piss. It was only 4 PM by now, but Zora already needed to piss much worse than she had an hour ago. Zora had to make a conscious effort to not grip her crotch or squirm around in desperation like she badly wanted to. After William said he'd spread word of the change of rules most of the group broke up and went in opposite directions, which somehow left Zora alone with Kelly. Both women's eyes glanced at each other's naval area, and saw how their distended bladder bulge had grown the last hour as the rest of their 80 ounces of beer had poured into their bladder. Zora was surprised to see Kelly fidgeting her legs around some, so she allowed herself to fidget her legs around a bit in desperation to. "You know what these new rules mean" Kelly asked her with a wicked smile, as if trying to look unaffected by her filling bladder. "That there's money in these contests for anyone with a strong bladder like us now" guessed Zora, unsure what Kelly was getting at. "No silly girl, it means if we're both going to ignore our iron bladder's, and keep holding it instead of peeing, then we might as well milk it for all the money it's worth" replied Kelly with an eager smile. "What are you proposing we do Kelly, besides holding the gushers in our iron bladders back some more?". Without even hearing the answer Zora knew her bladder wouldn't like it. "Isn't it obvious Zora" asked Kelly. "It means the two of us should take a walk around the beach until the next contest, while having a few 12 ounce beer bottles". Zora couldn't help but grip her crotch with one hand as her bladder shuddered at Kelly's suggestion. Kelly for her part squirmed by rubbing her legs together, as if determined not to grip her crotch in desperation like Zora had. "Think about it Zora, how else will we get more people to foolishly bet on us iron bladder ladies not being able to last? Unless of course your bladder is too full to have some more beer and keep waiting and waiting with me..." Kelly left her implication dangling, with her eyes daring Zora to agree with Kelly's assessment of her bladder. Zora stood up straighter and willed herself to stop fidgeting in front of the shorter blonde woman. "Me and my bladder will be just fine with an extra bottle of beer or two" said Zora with a confidence she didn't truly feel due to being a pessimistic person by nature. "But wouldn't we be undermining ourselves in the beer drinking competition if we followed your idea and drank more beer" she asked Kelly. "Zora we've been so far ahead of the others at the beer contests that as long as we both drink the same amount of beer we shouldn't have anything worry about" answered Kelly. "After all, we're both each other's only rivals at it". Zora and her already desperate bladder after 10 hours of waiting hated Kelly for her 'suggestions' and how she kept on making Zora's desperate plight even worse. And yet the greedy part of Zora's mind that constantly worried about her financial situation couldn't help but agree with Kelly's logic for increasing her potential winnings. So against what she considered her better judgment Zora allowed herself to grab another 12 ounce bottle of beer, and slowly down it while walking around the beach with Kelly. Zora and Kelly both ended up brazenly downing two 12 ounce bottles of beer the next two hours while waiting for the 6 PM drinking contest to arrive. While Zora hadn't liked Kelly at first, she began to grow on her as they hung out drinking beer with the others. Both ladies freely admitted to whoever asked that they hadn't peed since 6 AM and 10:30 AM. While both ladies didn't try to exaggerate how urgently their bladders wanted to piss a gusher, nor did they avoid crossing their legs and fidgeting around in desperation as much as they normally would have in private. Still, Zora found herself wishing she hadn't done it at all by the time the 6 PM contest was about to begin. Zora had to piss worse than ever, but she knew full well that even if she were willing to piss in the sand dunes it was too late by now, William had already started taking bets on her iron bladder lasting till 10 PM. For a moment Zora found herself wondering what she was thinking downing so much beer today when there wasn't a single toilet around she could use. Zora prayed she could somehow make it to 10 PM dry. Zora was glad that she had worn a black bikini which might cover up a tiny leak, but obviously not more than that. There was one silver lining to the drinking that got gotten Zora into this increasingly desperate state however. Zora could tell from a thumbs up Matt gave her that her and Kelly's ploy had worked, plenty of other people were betting on their bladders not lasting till 10 PM. Zora tried to take her mind off the gusher brewing in her iron bladder by imagining how much money she would win if she could hold on long enough. There were 8 other competitors this time around besides Zora and Kelly, all of them guys who were bigger and taller than Zora and Kelly. But the two ladies didn't care about any of them, and most of their competitors seemed quite intimidated by the two much shorter and smaller women. William soon duct taped the 40 ounce beer bottles to everyone's hands and told them to start drinking. Zora tried to keep herself in the zone and just focus on downing her drinks, but was finding her increasingly desperate need for a piss to be a pretty big distraction. 'Oh god I wish I could pee already' Zora moaned in her head as she double crossed her legs while continuing to steadily down her beer at a consistent rate. As Zora was finishing the last drops of her second 40 ounce bottle of beer she was aware of the crowd shouting excitedly. It was only after she finished the last drops of beer and waved her empty bottles that she realized Kelly was also frantically waving her two empty 40 ounce bottles of beer. For a heart stopping moment Zora thought she had lost to Kelly. Zora nearly pissed herself right there from the shock. But then Zora noticed Kelly didn't look happy and victorious, but rather ticked off and confused. As she listened to the crowd's shouts Zora realized the crowd was arguing over which of them had finished first. Zora looked around for William, and spotted him hunched over looking intently at a smartphone screen. "Why won't William get his ass over here and tell us who won" grumbled Kelly impatiently as she fidgeted her legs around. "I think he's watching a replay of our finish on that smartphone that everyone's looking at" answered Zora as she pointed with one of the empty beer bottles duct taped to her hand. "I just want him to take these off so I can use my hands again". Zora tried to grip her crotch even with the empty beer bottles duct taped to her hands, but all she succeeded in doing was getting Kelly to smirk at her pitiful attempt to grip her crotch. "I know what you mean" agreed Kelly with an impatient look on her face. "Hey William get your ass over here and tell us who won already" she shouted over the crowd's fierce debate over who had won. William finally put the smartphone down, and motioned for everyone to be quiet as he inspected both women's bottles to confirm they were empty. William stood in between Zora and Kelly and wrapped an arm around each lady's shoulder as he addressed the group. "Well ladies, you both traded the lead multiple times during the 20 some minute contest. But there's a lot of confusion about the end of this contest. No one can really agree which of you finished first. I've re-watched smartphone recordings of the finish three times now, and it looks to me like you both tied each other". "So... what happens in a tie" asked Zora nervously, speaking for Kelly and the crowd. "It means you and Kelly split the 1st and 2nd place prize, meaning you both get $75" answered William. "And it means all bets placed on either you winning this contest count as winning the bet. But since most of the money was bet one of you two winning, it means there's very little reward for winning those bets". Zora glanced in Matt, Steve, and Phil's direction, and saw a mix of disappointment and relief on their faces. "But hey, just to remind you both, there's still plenty of money on the line for both of you for your bets to avoid taking a piss until 10 PM". "Well then don't stand around wasting more time William" piped up Kelly impatiently, "remove our empty beer bottles already. We'd like to be able to use our hands again!". It was Zora's turn to smirk a bit now, Kelly's impatience showed she was a lot more desperate then she tried to let on Zora realized. When William removed the beer bottles from their hands, both women couldn't help but grip their crotch in desperation. Though neither would admit it to the other, both women were already feeling the effects of the extra 80 ounces of beer hitting their bladder. As William predicted, the drinking contest had not been very profitable for Zora and the guys. The guys had only netted themselves $20 from it after giving Zora $3 for her 15% cut. While money from the bet for Zora to hold it another couple of hours till 10 PM hadn't come in yet, Zora and the guys were still disappointed by their haul. Zora noted that even though Kelly had tied her in the drinking contest, Kelly didn't seem any happier either. No one was satisfied by the tie result and it's reduced payout. It was just after 8 PM now, night had fallen on the beach, though moonlight and a few campfires some people started allowed everyone to see well enough. William had started serving alcoholic beer an hour ago after the drinking contest ended, so plenty of people were getting drunk now. Matt, Steve, and Phil had already drank two 12 ounce bottles of it. Zora, who hadn't peed in over 14 hours by now, was bursting worse than ever after all the beer from her last contest had hit her bladder. Zora knew she must look pathetic right now, curled up like a ball in front of a campfire, her legs quivering around in desperation, with probably a pained look on her face. Zora couldn't remember letting her bladder get this bad off whenever she went out for a night of drinking with the guys before. Kelly, sitting across from Zora, also seemed quite distracted by her own bladder, but still not as bad off as Zora felt. Seeing her looking pitiful in her desperate state, and knowing she likely needed the distraction, Matt tapped Zora on the shoulder and asked for her to go for a walk down the beach with him. Zora stood up carefully to avoid any sudden jolts to her desperate iron bladder, and followed Matt with both hands gripping her crotch. Matt smiled as he noted how Zora's distended bladder bulged out several inches because of her desperation. He felt his cock already starting to get erect underneath his swim trunks. "Why did I ever let you talk me into this holding contest bet idea" Zora whined to Matt as soon as they were safely out of earshot of the others. "I really wanted to take a pee break when it got dark enough to give me some privacy. But now thanks to you I still have to hold it in at least another 2 hours until 10 PM!". "Be realistic Zora" replied Matt in a calm and soothing voice as he rubbed Zora's shoulders. "You say you would have peed now, but you know full well that's not true". "Of course I would have!" retorted Zora, "You're not the one who's drank a ton of beer in several drinking contests and hasn't had a leak in over 14 hours Matt! Piss would gush out of my pussy like a fire hose if I stopped trying to hold it!". Matt smiled as he felt his erection becoming a raging hard-on at his girlfriend's plight. "I know you're as desperate as you say Zora, but you still wouldn't have pissed now without us having money on the line" smiled Matt as Zora glanced down at the large bulge in his swim trunks. "We both know you're much too ladylike to ever pee out here. Peeing outdoors is too disgusting for a lady like you. Plus even in the dark there's still next to no privacy out here, especially with 100 other people still wide awake and roaming around". Trying to put on a brave face, Zora countered "maybe that wouldn't bother me anymore when my bladder is this full and it's dark out. Darkness can be just as good as a privacy barrier". Zora couldn't help but glance down and notice the bulge of Matt's raging erection underneath his swim trunks as she said this. "I don't think so Zora" grinned Matt. "The moonlight and all the campfires means there's still plenty enough light for us to see, even in the distance". "Oh fuck!" Zora moaned as she finally realized Matt was probably right. Immediately Zora's mind started to race, as she tried to figure out if there was another acceptable option for her to take a piss when the contest ended. There was only one other semi-acceptable option Zora could come up with, wait until almost everyone else at the beach went to sleep and then sneak off to piss somewhere. But who knew when a bunch of college students who always stayed up real late would all finally go to sleep? Could Zora even hold it that long? Zora felt her iron bladder beginning to rebel and send stronger waves of desperation upon realizing how very far away relief might actually be for her. Zora gripped her crotch with both hands again and did a potty dance in front of Matt to try to calm her desperate bladder down. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she repeated. "What am I going to do Matt? I don't think I can hold it long enough". "There's two big things you can do Zora" answered Matt calmly as he moved in closer to hug her. Zora felt his raging hard-on rubbing up against her. Despite her plight, she couldn't help but smile as it instantly aroused her. "First stop being a pessimist Zora. You're the girl with the iron bladder who never has to get up to take a piss whenever we go out drinking beer. So start thinking and acting like the confident beer queen you are. Beer queens don't struggle and complain about their iron bladder when they know they can still hold it, and you Zora KNOW you can still hold it as long as you need to". "I'll... I'll try my best" answered Zora as she began to blush from her own arousal, all while still being a bit puzzled that her situation was making her so lustful. "That's not good enough Zora" replied Matt in a stern drill sergeant voice. "I don't want an 'I'll try my best', that's what a loser who can't hold it anymore would say and think. I want an 'I can hold it and wait no problem Matt' from you Zora". Zora fidgeted her legs around desperately, but found herself getting more aroused at Matt playing the stern drill sergeant. "Ok Matt" she said as she mustered up her confidence. "I've really REALLY gotta take a whiz, but that doesn't mean I can't keep holding it in and waiting for a while longer". Zora felt her bladder loudly voicing it's disagreement to her, but she tried to avoid squirming around for just a moment. "Oh really?" asked Matt as he reached a hand towards Zora's growing bladder bulge. "Maybe I'm having a hard time believing you after your complaining just a minute ago" he said as his hands gently rubbed Zora's distended bulge. To Zora's surprise the pressure in her bladder seemed to lessen just a bit from Matt's careful touch, rather than get worse like she had expected. Continuing to play along, Zora used her sexy voice as she replied "I can always handle another beer regardless of what my bladder tells me Matt". Unable to resist anymore, Zora reached a hand out for the bulge of Matt's erect cock which was still rubbing against her body through his swim trunks. "You'd like that if I had yet another beer without peeing first, wouldn't you Matt" she whispered as arousal flowed through her body, and her bladder was momentarily forgotten. "I sure would baby" Matt replied with a big playful grin. "But can my girl keep holding it and waiting for the contests if she has some more beer?". Zora smiled as she realized from Matt's question that her bladder's needs didn't feel as urgent as they were a few minutes ago. Zora still needed to piss quite badly, but she felt in much more control than she had a few minutes ago. Matt's distractions were helping her a lot. "A lady can always wait just a little longer if she needs to Matt" she replied with her new optimism. "Especially if there's not a clean ladies room available nearby". She paused just long enough to see Matt smile at her satisfied. "It's funny Matt, I really didn't think what you were suggesting would help, but I do feel way better now". "Well then wait until you hear my second piece of advice" he replied with a grin. "I believe you said a moment ago that you can always handle another beer, well that's was going to be my second piece of advice. You're too tense Zora, and beer always put you in a better mood". Zora felt her body shudder involuntarily at Matt's suggestion, her bursting bladder begged her to say no. A moment ago Zora would have twisted around like a pretzel squirming in desperation, but for now she was able to resist it thanks to her newfound strength. The logic driven half of Zora's brain reminded her that she and Matt both had money on the line for her continuing to hold it for the next 2 hours, and urged her to say no. But the more impulse driven and heavily aroused part of Zora remained open to the idea. "Why should I?" she asked in a playful voice, knowing full well she was playing with fire if she had another beer. "Because you're a big girl who just said she can wait and handle more beer even if she already really has to take a whiz" answered Matt playfully. "Plus, if you drink a beer, so will Kelly. If she wants to go for your bladder queen crown then why should you make it easy on her?". Zora glanced around Matt's shoulder and saw Kelly fidgeting around desperately in the distance. She couldn't help not just feeling optimism at the sight, but more aroused by the thought of Kelly's desperation. The prideful and pleasure seeking part of Zora wanted to take the arrogant woman down another peg by showing her who the true bladder queen on the beach was. The logical part of her mind, succumbing to the demands of her illogical impulses, began to wonder if she could somehow earn some more money out of besting Kelly's bladder than she already was in the contests. Looking back at Matt she whispered "yes, I can certainly 'convince' Kelly to drink a beer with me Matt. Just do me a favor, and try to figure out a way we can win more money if Kelly insists on trying to beat me in a silly holding contest". "I'll keep my ears open for an opportunity" promised Matt as he kissed her on the lips. === The Beach Party, Part #4 Back at the campfire, Kelly couldn't help but smirk as she kept replaying in her mind how Zora had hobbled away from the campfire with Matt. Her rival had looked so pathetic and close to bursting with both hands jammed into her crotch, even her boyfriend had clearly noticed. 'It shouldn't be long now' Kelly thought to herself, eager to see her rival lose to her superior bladder. Kelly was surprised then when Zora returned to the campfire with a calm and confident walk, rather than the pathetic hobbling she had left it doing. At first glance Kelly thought from Zora's body language that Zora had already given up and pissed in the sand dunes. But then she noticed the still large bladder bulge Zora was sporting, which clearly hadn't shrunk from even a partial pee. "How about having a drink with me" Zora asked Kelly with a smile. Kelly bristled in annoyance for a fraction of a second before stopping herself, and putting a feigned grin on her face. "If you want to make a mistake and have one too many beers than you can handle then sure, I'll have one with you" she replied. "In your dreams, a beer queen's bladder can handle her beer" Zora replied as the women each got up and helped themselves to a 12 ounce can of alcoholic beer. As if taunting her, Zora added in a whisper that only she and Kelly could hear. "A beer queen doesn't ever have to piss in the sand dunes in broad daylight either Kelly, she should be above such an unladylike thing". Kelly pretended not to hear Zora's taunt, but the wheels were already beginning to spin in her mind because of it. 'I can read between the lines Zora. You don't like peeing outdoors during the day. You'll soon regret revealing that to me' Kelly thought to herself. By 9 PM Zora and Kelly found themselves seated around one of the large campfires with 10 other people. Both women had finished their 12 ounce bottle of alcoholic beer a half an hour ago. Zora was already feeling its effects on her bursting bladder, which was feeling even more desperate then before after 15 hours without a piss. But following Matt's advice, she tried to look unaffected by it. Zora tried to tell herself she was unaffected by the extra beer. She tried to tell herself she was merely imagining that her bladder's urgent need to piss had gotten more urgent since her last beer. Kelly, who was sitting next to Zora, was also trying to look unaffected by the beer as well, but with a bit less success as she kept shaking one of her crossed legs around. By contrast, Zora's crossed legs remained relatively still. Zora and Kelly's eyes briefly met as they glanced at each other. Kelly found herself getting a bit unnerved when she saw so much confidence in her rival's eyes, rather than the constant worry and doubt she had seen earlier. Worse yet, Zora smiled at her and whispered low enough for only Kelly to hear "I hope you're not too bothered by all that beer we've had today Kelly". "Of course not!" Kelly pouted back in a whisper as she tried to control her temper. In truth Kelly's own bladder was bothering her quite a lot after 10 and a half hours without relief. Normally Kelly would have enjoyed being this full, and how the fullness often pressed down on her G-spot and helped make her horny. But today it only angered her that her bladder was this desperately full already while her unexpected rival was still holding it in, and seemed unconcerned about holding it even longer. Where had this newfound strength and confidence in her rival come from if she truly hadn't peed in 15 hours? Kelly had long considered herself the beer queen and the bladder queen, and yet this long dark haired beauty she never met before had already put her beer drinking prowess to shame twice. Kelly couldn't allow Zora to do the same to her iron bladder. The memory of those losses still boiled her blood, and her tie in the last contest had done little to cool her simmering anger. Kelly had blamed her loss in the first contest on her own cockiness, since she had freely downed several beers before the contest while Zora hadn't. But her second loss couldn't be excused away on lack of preparations, the second loss had enraged her even more. It had seemed like such a perfect plan to show off her prowess at beer drinking. Drinking a bunch of big tough college guys under the table would have grabbed her all the attention, but Zora had stolen the show from her and ruined it. In Kelly's mind only the sight of Zora pissing herself in front of everyone when her bladder finally gave out could make up for the wound to her pride losing the beer drinking contests had caused. The problem with Kelly's revenge fantasy was obvious however. Kelly was certain Zora would never pee outdoors during the day or early evening. Hence Zora would no doubt be very tempted to take a much needed before bed piss somewhere under the cover of total darkness, regardless of their unofficial holding contest they were having. It would be Zora's one and only chance to piss at the beach. If Zora didn't take it she'd have to continue to try to hold it all day tomorrow until they were back at the college. So how could Kelly prevent Zora from taking a much needed piss before bed and during the night? Kelly sat in silence next to Zora, brooding over how she could make her revenge fantasy a reality. After a while Kelly decided she needed to get away from Zora and her calm demeanor. Kelly stood up, careful not to squirm around obviously in desperation. Once standing she left Zora and the others behind, and walked towards the opposite end of the beach. After a few minutes she was pleased to hear the familiar voice of William. "You look like you're letting your drinking and iron bladder rival get your mood down too much" he said. "You're usually in a much better mood this late into the day Kelly". Kelly continued to glare at William in the dark with a ticked off expression on her face. "Doesn't the thought of full bladder sex on the beach with your boyfriend excite you anymore Kelly" William asked in a mock wounded lover voice. "Sorry Will, nothing can distract me from my scorn for that woman for humiliating me by beating me twice at the beer contests" Kelly replied angrily. "I won't let her best me at having an iron bladder to, even if it means holding it all night and well into the next day". Sensing what was occupying her mind William asked "but will your rival Zora hold it all night with you just to settle this question? Or will she give up and finally pee on the sand dunes tonight before falling asleep?". "That's my concern to William" Kelly replied. "I don't just want to beat her, I want to humiliate her. I want to see her piss herself in front of everyone. I don't want her to sneak off by herself for a piss tonight after most of the others are asleep for the night". William was silent for several minutes, pondering over what Kelly had told him. Knowing no one but William could see her clearly in the dark, Kelly fidgeted around openly in desperation and gripped her crotch freely, in part from her bladder, and in part for William's pleasure. After several minutes William got a big grin on his face and kissed Kelly on the lips. "What?" she asked, "what's the big grin for?". "Leave your problem to me Kelly" William said. " I'll make sure that Zora's desperate bladder won't be getting any relief tonight, so that you can fulfill your revenge fantasy tomorrow". Kelly wanted to ask William how he would accomplish this, but she knew from past experience he would never tell her until after he did it. She just had to hope that he would come through. Another hour passed and 10 PM finally arrived, and with it the 4th drinking contest. It also met that Zora and Kelly had won the holding contest bets from earlier, which netted Zora another $92, and Matt, Steve, and Phil a net gain of $181. Because of the late hour there would only be betting on who would win the 10 PM beer drinking contest, which would be held with alcoholic beer this time. Zora figured the guys would be betting a lot of their money on the contest, so she was determined to score a win instead of a tie this time. Besides Zora and Kelly, William found 5 other guys and one larger girl who hadn't already gotten themselves drunk who were willing to enter the contest. Zora and Kelly were both as desperate as ever, but both tried to look perfectly calm as William duct taped two 40 ounce beer bottles to their hands. Both women tried to avoid fidgeting around to intimidate each other. Neither woman wanted to end the night losing the last drinking contest, especially not one with actual alcoholic beer. When the drinking contest started Zora tried to ignore everything around her as she steadily worked on downing her 80 ounces of beer. In the back of her mind Zora feared how her already bursting bladder might revolt at the thought of downing another 80 ounces of beer. But following Matt's advice Zora told herself any increasingly urgent messages her bladder sent her was just her mind playing tricks on her. While the drinking contest was going on, neither Zora or Kelly noticed when William and Matt both briefly disappeared from the crowd to have a heated whispered conversation. "Are you serious man" Matt asked incredulously. "You want to bet how much against my girl?". "You heard me right" William replied calmly. "$500, my girl Kelly against your girl Zora. First one who's girl spills even a drop of piss loses". Matt could hardly believe his luck. Zora had asked him to keep an eye out for a chance to make money off of her holding contest against Kelly, and now such an opportunity had walked right into his face. "I can take your bet" said Matt, "but only if my girl Zora wins this beer drinking contest, because otherwise I won't have $500 to bet on her". William pretended to think it over for a moment, then nodded. "Don't let Kelly hear I agreed to our bet being official only if she lost a drinking contest". Matt nodded his head in agreement. "You're on then, my girl can hold her piss in longer than yours can, she's my bladder queen". "And Kelly is my perfect little bladder queen" William replied with a wicked smile as he and Matt shook on their agreement. There was no way Zora would dare sneak off for a piss before bed with so much of her friend's money on the line. William was sure Kelly would be quite pleased with him when she found out. Now all Kelly had to do to fulfill her revenge fantasy was to beat Zora's iron bladder either tonight or tomorrow, and William was confident in his girl being able to do so. Despite her vow to remain focused on her drinking to win the money, Zora found her attention drifting away from the contest as she finished her first 40 ounce bottle of beer. Her bladder's already urgent needs seemed to be growing more desperate as the alcohol hit her. Despite her vows to show no weakness Zora found herself starting to uselessly try to grip her throbbing pussy's pee hole with the hand that had the empty beer bottle duct taped to it. But of course with the beer bottle still there Zora didn't accomplish anything more than make herself look like a desperate little fool. Zora found herself starting to blush in embarrassment as she realized how silly her squirming must be making her look. "Don't pee, don't pee" Zora found herself muttering repeatedly in her mind. "And don't squirm either, you promised Matt to stay strong". Zora's drinking, and desperation was distracted suddenly by a loud hissing sound that Zora, even in her drunken state, recognized as someone pissing themselves. Fearing it was herself due to the alcohol weakening her iron bladder too much Zora glanced at her crotch, and saw she was still dry. Zora glanced to the side at Kelly, and saw her still dry to, though clearly more desperate than before. Her and Kelly's eyes glanced over at the other contestants, and saw one of the guys in the contest was pissing himself. Much of the front of his swim trunks were soaked, and piss was running down one of his legs, but he was too drunk to care. Zora almost let herself get glued to the sight, especially as piss began to run down the legs of the only other girl in the contest besides her and Kelly. But then Zora heard Matt's voice in the crowd shouting "keep drinking Zora, you can do this girl!", and she remembered what she was doing. When Zora finally finished the last of her alcoholic beer she found her mood improved tenfold over what it had been before the alcohol. Her mood only got better when William informed her that she had won another close match against Kelly and removed the empty beer bottles from her hands. Kelly gave her an angry glare over being defeated yet again. But Zora, with her judgment impaired, just smiled back and waved, which only seemed to make Kelly madder. Part of Zora knew that she ought to be worried when Matt told her about the $500 bet with William. After all she was already bursting for a piss, holding it for the rest of the night might be a stretch, let alone holding it into the morning and however long Kelly could last. But the alcohol was enough to drown out her concern and worry. Instead, Zora's drunken response to Matt was to playfully whine in a slurred voice "But Matt, I really have to pee, like really bad Matt". "But you won't pee now will you Zora" asked Matt, somewhat drunkenly. "We have big money on the line now for you resisting the urge to piss, because you're the bladder queen". Hearing the title bladder queen brought back memories of Matt's earlier pep talk to Zora's drunk mind. She blushed, "I'm not a good queen Matt, I squirmed and potty danced a lot during that last contest. I really had to pee bad during that contest Matt, I still have to pee bad now". Zora blushed again as she realized she was hunched over gripping her crotch with both hands squirming in front of Matt. Matt gently lifted Zora's arms away from her crotch and made her stand straight. "Just remember our pep talk from earlier babe" he whispered as he rubbed her shoulders. "You're a beer and a bladder queen Zora. Queens like you can always handle a little more beer, your mind is playing tricks on you if your bladder says otherwise. You're a lady, and like you told me, ladies can always wait just a little longer if they need to". Zora felt her bladder's desperate urges relaxing a bit at Matt's calming words of encouragement. "I'm a bladder queen Matt" she smiled drunkenly. "I haven't peed in 16 and a half hours, I really have to pee bad now Matt. But I'm a queen, and queen's can hold it when they're expected to wait. William expects me to wait and hold it till we're back at the college, otherwise he would have brought us to a beach with a ladies room to use". With confidence fueled somewhat by her hormones, and somewhat the alcohol, Zora gripped Matt's cock through his swim trunks, and found it fully erect. "That's why we ladies always have the longer bathroom lines while you boys get to go right in and pee" she whispered in an increasingly slurry voice. "You like it when we have to pee, you like making me hold it and get desperate for a pee from the beer, don't you? I should have recognized it sooner in you Matt". Instead of answering, Matt drunkenly kissed Zora on the lips. "I always knew you were the brains Zora, figuring out stuff like that" he whispered drunkenly. As 10:30 PM turned to midnight Matt, Steve, and Phil all had several more 12 ounce bottles of alcoholic beer. At first Zora refrained from joining them in their drinking, and simply sat by the dying fire fidgeting slightly in desperation. But after a while the alcohol's effect on her judgment and her own stubborn pride about out drinking the boys got the better of her, no matter what her bursting bladder said. Steve and Phil looked surprised and a bit worried as they saw Zora help herself to a 12 ounce bottle of beer. Zora smiled drunkenly at them and said "I got thirsty, a beer queen can always have another beer can't she?". Zora noted the prideful look on Matt's face. "Just don't drink more than you can handle with the money on the line" Steve reminded her. "Don't be a buzz kill Steve, I wanna have a good time" Zora moaned, even while her bladder protested at the extra beer. "Shouldn't you get Kelly to have a beer with you" Phil asked. "I don't wanna drink with her, don't kill the party mood guys" Zora whined. "I don't have to make Kelly drink another beer to win the bet, because I'm a queen Phil". Zora gently rubbed her bladder bulge, visibly protruding by several inches. "Only a bladder queen can get one of these and still hold it Phil, a queen can hold it Phil". The logical part of Zora's mind would have agreed with Phil, but it was too snowed under by all the alcohol to stop Zora's drunken arrogance. Around midnight William went around and extinguished all the campfires with buckets of ocean water to encourage everyone to go to bed. The others soon left the smothered out fire, but Zora and Matt remained, now alone. At Matt's suggestion they decided to use the darkness as an excuse to have one more beer before bed. By the time Zora and Matt finished their last beer at 12:15 AM, the night air had gotten pretty chilly, especially without the fire to warm them. While Matt hadn't been in any of the beer contests, he had been packing away the beer tonight, having downed 6 beers in the last hour and a half. The beer, combined with the chilly air, were quickly making his bladder a problem. Matt found himself gripping his desperate cock through his swim trunks and squirming around in his seat. Yet despite how drunk he was, Matt was still able to remember his fear from earlier when he placed his bet with William. Zora might try to take a midnight before bed pee if he left her alone now, in the near pitch darkness with no campfires to light things up anymore. Even drunk Matt knew he couldn't afford to lose $500 from Zora giving into such a temptation. Matt's fears were well founded. The chilly air and added beer were also quickly making their effects known in Zora's bulging bladder. At first Zora tried to look tough for Matt and not squirm as she gently rubbed her legs together, but soon she couldn't keep her legs still as she uselessly tried adjusting them repeatedly for a bit of relief. Zora found herself starting to wonder how good it would feel to drop her bikini bottom and piss in the smothered out campfire. Surely no one would see anything, and no one would ever suspect a thing Zora drunkenly thought. At first Zora's aversion for peeing anywhere but a toilet made her tell herself she shouldn't be thinking of such things. But soon her increasingly frantic desperation, and the alcohol's effects on lowering her inhibitions left her hoping Matt would leave her alone already so she could carry out her sneaky pee in private. After several minutes of obvious squirming in her seat, and even gripping her crotch, Zora knew she couldn't take much more of this. She was on the verge of losing control of her iron bladder right there. If Matt wasn't going to leave then she had to do something her drunken mind told her. So she stood up carefully, as Matt, with his eyes glued to her, did the same. "Leave me alone Matt, I have to pee before bed" Zora moaned in a slurry drunk voice. When Matt didn't move quick enough she added "I wanna pee in the campfire Matt, no one will ever know I did it". Alarms went off in Matt's drunk mind at Zora's drunken confession. "You can't pee Zora, you need to keep holding it for our $500 bet". "But I REALLY have to pee Matt, I haven't peed in over 18 hours" she whined. "Please just go Matt, I know you're desperate to pee on the sand dunes again, I see you squirming". "You're not going to just let Kelly win like that are you" asked Matt, trying to ignore his own desperately full bladder. "Just because you're not enough of a lady to wait until morning. I thought you were a queen Zora". "Like you're not gonna just go pee even if I agree to wait" complained Zora. "You boys peed on the sand dunes all day. Even Kelly peed on the sand dunes, and she's a girl. So why do I have to keep waiting while you all get to pee?". "Because... I won't leave you alone to pee, even if it means I can't pee all night either" Matt replied. For a long moment Zora and Matt were both silent as they stared drunkenly at each other and squirmed while gripping their crotch. Matt felt a lake of piss continuing to slosh around inside his bladder, and wondered how Zora had coped so well with the ocean of piss residing in her own much larger bladder. It was way harder then she made it look. Finally a smile crept on Zora's face. "You're not keeping me from peeing tonight Matt" she whispered as she stepped within an inch of Matt's face. "I'm keeping you from peeing tonight, because you know you can't leave me alone to go pee in the sand dunes. And you're too much of a gentleman to pee in front of me when you know I really have to pee to. That would be too mean to me". Speechless, Matt nodded, realizing Zora was right. On one hand he was glad that Zora wouldn't lose the bet by peeing before bed. On the other hand, he was disappointed that he couldn't take his own desperately needed piss. Zora however, was thrilled. "It's going to be fun watching you squirm with me for a change tonight Matt" she giggled as she kissed him. Soon she and Matt went to find some warm blankets to sleep under, and the couple with two desperately full bladders tried to fall asleep for the night. Meanwhile, a half mile walk down the beach, Kelly and her bursting bladder were in absolute agony. Her heavy load of piss sloshed around her bursting bladder and hammered at her pee hole, desperate to come out. Things only got worse for Kelly's tortured bladder as William thrust his hard cock into her tensed cunt. Kelly moaned loudly in both pleasure & pain, she loved riding the endless waves of pleasure their full bladder sex always gave her. If William had any doubts as to who the real bladder queen was on the beach, Kelly was determined to erase those doubts. The pressure Kelly felt with each thrust was immense, and sent constant jolts through her iron bladder. Kelly's bladder begged her to make William stop, but the rest of Kelly begged him to keep on going. When Kelly and William both reached orgasm at the same time it felt like a bomb had gone off in Kelly's bladder. Kelly felt the ocean of piss sloshing inside of her bladder trying with explosive force to squeeze past her sphincter and run down her legs. Kelly immediately jammed both hands into crotch to try to stem the flood as she moaned loudly in pleasure and agony. Kelly's years of training her mammoth iron bladder paid off as her sphincter muscles fought back against the overwhelming pressure, and she somehow miraculously didn't leak a drop. For a minute Kelly rolled around in the sand in her own little world, gripping her crotch like mad and twisting her legs around, trying to calm her bladder down now that the sex was over. Kelly's attempt to calm her bladder down was interrupted when she heard the familiar sound of someone urinating. The sound sent more urgent jolts through her bladder. For a horrified moment Kelly thought her iron bladder had failed her. But no, her hands and legs were still dry, she wasn't leaking, yet. "William!" Kelly screamed with fury as she sat up, and saw his penis pissing a thick stream of urine into the sand a few feet in front of her. William was always doing cruel stuff like this around her when he knew she was so desperate to pee. "What's the matter Kelly" asked William. "I thought you were a bladder queen who didn't mind when a guy pisses next to her. If you're not going to pee then surely you can wait without a problem". Kelly nearly broke down and gave into the gallons of piss urgently sloshing around inside her bursting bladder. It was what Kelly did every other night she had full bladder sex with William, she rushed to the toilet for a much needed piss afterwards. Or if they were having sex outdoors like tonight, she'd squat down and piss a gusher where she was. William's piss was like a drug to Kelly. She knew she should look away as William's piss continued to wreak havoc on her bladder and push her closer to leaking a massive spurt of piss down her legs. Just the sight of William's piss was tempting Kelly more by the second to give into her bladder's urgent demands and piss on the beach. And yet Kelly couldn't bring herself to look away from it, so she watched in a desperate jealous agony as William finished his piss. "Do you want me to lose this damn $500 bet you made on me" Kelly hissed at William as he started to put his swim trunks back on. "Because this is how you make me lose a $500 bet". "But you didn't Kelly" William replied in his calm and soothing voice. "You were able to hold it in anyway, because you're the real bladder queen on this beach". In truth, William came from a wealthy family, so $500 was nothing to him. William smiled at Kelly's silence, knowing his charm had hit home. "Think of what you just went through as practice for tomorrow Kelly" he suggested. "Do you think your rival Zora could have survived what you just went through the last hour without springing at least a dozen leaks?". Kelly soon put her bikini back on, and her and William walked the half mile back to the part of the beach the others were at. The walk back in the chilly night air was torture on Kelly's exhausted bladder. Nearly every step sent new jolts through her bursting bladder. So Kelly was very grateful when William fetched her some warm blankets to sleep under. Despite Kelly's extreme desperation, she managed to fall asleep on the beach rather quickly. In the near pitch dark by now, Kelly and William didn't even notice that they had chosen to fall asleep right next to Zora and Matt, who were both already sound asleep despite their own bladder's urgent needs. Zora and Kelly both needed their rest, for tomorrow the beer drinking contests would resume at 10 AM. Neither desperate woman knew how much more beer their bladder could take without relief. But both desperate women knew that they'd likely have to drink a lot more beer to defeat their iron bladdered rival to prove that they were the true bladder queen on the beach. === The Beach Party, Part #5 The first thing Zora noticed when she began to stir around 8 AM in the morning was that she felt pretty aroused over something. Zora was pretty sure she had been having a vivid dream that somehow involved her finding herself dying for a piss, and was somehow very erotic. Zora blissfully tried to remember the dream she had been having, until she realized that her bladder felt ready to explode with piss. Zora groaned and gripped her crotch for dear life as she rolled around squirming underneath the blankets, her arousal and thoughts of whatever dream she had been having forgotten. Memories of the previous night flashed through Zora's mind. Why had she been dumb enough to have several cans of beer after the last contest ended she wondered. Those cans were already coming back to haunt her this morning. And most important of all, why hadn't Zora snuck off for a piss before going to bed last night? Zora was so desperate after 26 hours without a piss that she almost considered abandoning her modesty and hurrying behind the sand dunes to take a morning piss. But then Zora glanced over to her side, and saw Kelly beginning to stir, and she remembered the $500 bet. It was then that Zora realized Matt was no longer sleeping beside her, Zora glanced around for him. She spotted him in the distance, standing near the sand dunes at the spot everyone else had turned into the bathroom area, obviously taking a much needed morning piss. For a brief moment Zora allowed herself to smile as memories of how Matt had squirmed around gripping his cock in desperation all night long returned to her. It had been fun seeing him squirm around for a change, even if she had been squirming with him all night long. Still, Zora groaned as her jealousy over Matt's morning piss sent more urgent jolts through her desperate bladder. A few feet away, Kelly woke up, and immediately shot both hands towards her own crotch and trembled around madly in desperation after 21 and a half hours without a piss. Kelly was sure that she had been having a really vivid dream that somehow involved her holding it and beer contests with Zora. But her slight hangover was making it too difficult to remember any details. Kelly glanced to her side and realized that William had already woken up and left earlier. Memories of how William had cruelly taken a piss a few feet away from her last night, knowing she couldn't pee with him because of the $500 bet sent shudders through Kelly's desperate bladder. She began to silently squirm around in desperation under her blanket just like Zora. Eventually, after several minutes of silent squirming, both Zora and Kelly's bladders calmed down just enough for them to both sit up and stare at each other. Zora saw a lot of anguish in Kelly's eyes, but still a burning fierce determination that Zora shared with her rival. Zora was certain that Kelly was nearly as bad off as she was in the bladder department, but she decided to bluff and pretend to be in a much better state than her rival. "Good morning Kelly" Zora said with little emotion, "I hope you're not still foolish enough to think you can somehow best my iron bladder this morning". Zora tried to sound calm and unconcerned, but in her desperate state it just wasn't possible, she had to pee too badly. Kelly didn't buy her bluff for a moment. "You'd give up now if you knew what my iron bladder endured last night without leaking a drop. You'd know there's no hope of beating me if I could survive that self inflicted torture" Kelly hissed as she remembered her difficult full bladder sex with Will. Zora rolled her eyes at Kelly's claim, which only seemed to infuriate Kelly farther. "I know you can never bring yourself to pissing out here where 100 other strangers can watch you Zora, that's a real shame. Modesty can be a real difficult thing for a woman to have in situations like this". "Maybe for an ordinary woman it is" replied Zora, "but you forget Kelly, I'm the bladder queen of this beach. I'm the only person who hasn't taken a piss since we got here, and I intend to keep it that way". Despite her plight, Zora felt herself enjoying her rivalry with Kelly, and the knowledge that she was the only thing making Kelly force herself to continue holding her boiling load of piss back. "Even a queen has to take a leak eventually Zora. And you will involuntarily leak soon in a humiliating fashion. And I'll enjoy every second of the sight" said Kelly. "You may not believe it, but when I peed on the beach I hadn't taken a piss in over a day and a half. So I can still last all day if I want to, I doubt you can say that about yourself". "You're right, I don't believe you Kelly. I doubt you were even holding it for half that time when you peed on the beach yesterday morning" Zora replied, knowing that it would tick Kelly off. Kelly glared angrily at Zora now. "You know, it would almost be worth it for me to drop my bikini bottom right here and piss a gusher in front of you. I bet you'd probably piss yourself right now if I did. Or at the very least I'd at least get to see you suffer a lot. And then since you're too modest to pee on the beach I'd get to watch you continue to suffer all day until you can't wait any longer and you humiliate yourself". Zora felt her bladder spasming in complaint at the thought of watching Kelly piss a gusher just a few feet away from her. But she kept her head on and remembered the $500 bet, it would be so easy to win if she could goad Kelly into following through on her threat. Matt and the guys would be so pleased with her as well. "Go ahead and do it then" Zora said in taunting voice, trying not to let her nervousness show. "I'm not afraid of you pissing a little waterfall in front of me. I know I've got more beer in my bladder than you do, because I had several 12 ounce bottles before bed last night". Despite her fears of Kelly going through with her threat, Zora felt herself getting excited anticipating Kelly's piss. Zora struggled not to smile as she realized her own desperation and the thought of her own suffering was turning her on again. Kelly however was too smart to be goaded into following through with her threat. "No, as tempting as it might be, I'll wait until I get to enjoy the sight of you pissing yourself before I let myself pee". Kelly noticed at a hint of disappointment on Zora's face, and smiled. "You didn't think I'd just let you and your boyfriend win $500 that easily did you Zora? $500 may be nothing to my rich asshole boyfriend, but I'm a real bitch when I'm angry. So I'll gladly keep holding it in and suffering just to make your boyfriend $500 poorer". Silence stretched out between the two women again for a minute as they stared at each other and continued to squirm around desperately. Kelly began to brush the sand out of her long blonde hair with both hands, her eyes daring Zora to show she could do the same with both hands despite her bladder's plight. Aroused at the thought of how big a risk she was taking with her bursting bladder so full, Zora followed suit, and used both hands to shake the sand out of her long dark hair. Zora began to wonder in the back of her mind if Kelly was getting aroused by their contest to despite her desperation. Eventually when both women finished with their hair Zora broke the silence. "I'm thirsty Kelly, let's go get a can of beer together". By 10 AM when the first drinking contest of the day rolled around Zora wanted nothing less than to drink another 80 ounces of beer. Zora couldn't remember ever letting herself get this frantic for a piss in her life, as she frequently jammed both fists into her crotch. Though she tried to mask her dread, Matt seemed to sense it right away. He was quickly by Zora's side, whispering words of encouragement into her ears. "I know you're nervous about this contest Zora, and I know you're doubting yourself because you have to piss real bad" Matt whispered as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "But there's no reason sell yourself short darling. You've gotta keep showing Kelly who's the real queen on this beach". "I know Matt, a true bladder queen should never back down from a challenge" Zora whispered back. "I can hardly believe that it's been nearly 28 hours now since I last took a morning piss the previous day. I REALLY need to piss so fucking bad Matt, and I haven't even drank the 80 ounces of beer yet that I'm going to have in this contest". "I know, I know you've been waiting a long time to piss already Zora, and I know you really need to go by now" replied Matt. "But you know you can wait even longer babe". "I know Matt, I'll show them who the real queen is on this beach by downing my beer like a pro" Zora replied as they shared a kiss. Zora felt Matt's erect cock rub up against her as she leaned in closer. "At least I know what it's like to be on the other end of enjoying the sight of someone with a full bladder suffering after last night" she added in a whisper. "What can I say, you were very persuasive that I had better hold it when you made your drunken threats last night" Matt replied. Zora grinned happily. "Thanks for being a good sport about it Matt" Zora replied happily. "And thanks for being a gentleman by not whipping that cock out and peeing in front of me last night or this morning. Queen or not, I don't think I could hold it back any longer if you or anyone were mean enough to do that to me". The memory of the entire contest was a complete blur to Zora afterwards. All she knew was that she had tortured herself farther and downed her two 40 ounce bottles of beer the quickest, and neither herself nor Kelly had leaked a drop yet. And yet the pain from her bursting bladder being forced to find more room for yet more beer also partially aroused Zora, leaving her looking oddly happy to some people. The other thing Zora knew was that after the contest had ended she and Matt had left the crowd and gone off for a walk together. Zora was silent at first as she hobbled along and struggled not to let her bladder do the thing it so desperately needed to do. The look on Matt's face when she had won again, and netted Matt and the guys yet more gambling money ($160 total before Zora's cut) told her how proud he was of her right now. Despite her plight Zora couldn't help but be quite proud of herself to. Still, the second Zora was certain they were well out of earshot of the others she hissed "I've never had to piss so bad in my life Matt!". All of Zora's last ounce of composure she had been using during the contest instantly evaporated as she rammed her hands into her pussy. Zora had little doubt Matt was beginning to get another raging erection at the sight of her desperation, if he didn't have one already. Matt was silent for a long moment, as Zora sat herself on the sand and jammed a heel against her pee hole. Matt calmly sat down in front of Zora, and looked her in the eyes, as if sizing her up. "Well, you sure showed Kelly who the real queen on this beach was in that contest" Matt finally concluded. "Now all you have to do is keep waiting until you show Kelly who the real bladder queen is on this beach to. And don't try giving me that 'I can't' excuse Zora, because I know you can still hold it". "Matt please, Kelly... doesn't matter" Zora muttered through gritted teeth. "Even if Kelly pees, I still can't let myself take a leak on the beach. I HAVE to hold it until we get back to the college now. I have no choice, no matter how bad it gets for me". "Who said anything about letting you pee on the beach when we won the $500 bet Zora" Matt asked casually, but with an evil look in his eyes. "You've made it clear repeatedly that that's not what a proper lady does. I commend you for being a proper lady last night and not giving into your silly temptations to use the sand dunes before bed". Zora groaned as a new wave of desperation hit her already bursting bladder even harder. "Matt, I may be getting pretty turned on by this right now, but I still wish I had given into that temptation when I was drunk last night. I have to pee so bad already, and I still have to keep waiting for who knows how many more hours today". "Well, looks like you don't have a choice but to wait like a proper lady now Zora" Matt replied happily. "I'm sure a bladder queen like you can handle it no problem. You'll put all those improper ladies on the beach to shame Zora, especially Kelly". Matt knew just how to push her buttons and fuel her pride Zora told herself as she nodded her head. "For you and me both I will Matt" Zora replied lustfully, "even if, oh god, even if it takes all day to best Kelly's iron bladder". Time crawled by agonizingly slow for Zora as she waited for Kelly to lose their contest, and for the buses to finally show up to take her and the others back to the college in the early evening. The thought of visiting the sand dunes and pulling her bikini bottom aside to finally piss her most urgent gusher was becoming more and more temping for Zora as the second day dragged on. But still, Zora stubbornly refused to let herself piss out of pride and the $500 bet. Kelly also managed to stubbornly refuse to let herself piss no matter how badly her bladder urged her to, even though she began to look like she was in even worse shape than Zora was. Kelly's earlier prideful taunting disappeared as the long day dragged on. Twice more, at Zora's urging, Zora and Kelly shared a can of beer in between the drinking contests. The first time Zora suggested it, around 12 PM noon, Kelly looked nervous for an instant, but tried to quickly hide that nervous behind a stern look of pride. The second time Zora suggested it, around 4 PM, Zora saw real fear in Kelly's eyes for a moment at the thought of downing yet more beer without a piss first. Zora and Kelly both also entered two more beer drinking contests, at 2 PM and 6 PM, which only made both women's agonizing plights even worse. Despite her own prideful determination, Zora really didn't want to enter either of the beer drinking contests. Her bursting bladder urgently begged her not to enter anymore beer drinking contests. But Zora did it anyway for two reasons. One was the money she kept winning for herself and the boys. The second was because she knew Kelly's pride wouldn't allow her to stay out of the contest if Zora entered it. The thought that she could torture Kelly's bladder farther by forcing her to enter the beer drinking contests aroused her more than she thought it would as a straight woman. The beer contests themselves were the very torture on her bladder that Zora had dreaded. Just a quick glance at Kelly however told Zora it was just as bad on her rival, if not even worse. In both the 2 PM and 6 PM contests it was Zora who tortured herself faster by downing the 80 ounces of beer quicker and coming in first place. It was a bit after 7 PM by the time the buses finally arrived to take the college students back to college. Zora was sitting in the sand with Matt when the buses finally arrived, desperately gripping her crotch, and enjoying Matt's company. In the distance they both heard William shouting orders at the group. "Alright everyone, pack your stuff up on the bus. And go to the bathroom now before we leave. We're late enough as it is, so we won't be making any pit stops on the way back". Zora couldn't help but grimace inwardly at William's proclamation about the bathroom, and the reminder that she still had to hold it till she made it back to the college. Matt and Zora looked each other in the eyes, and Matt smiled. "I think William's proclamation won't be any trouble for a certain bladder queen who hasn't peed in 37 hours, now will it Zora?" he asked with a big grin. "Me, ask for a pit stop on the way home?" asked Zora playfully as her bladder begged for one. "You know full well William's idea of a pit stop will be letting people piss by the side of the road. That's not an acceptable restroom for a proper lady like me Matt. I'd rather continue to hold it, despite how badly I urgently need a leak already". Matt gently patted Zora on the back before getting up. "That's my girl Zora. I've got to grab our stuff, but how about we meet in the last row of the last bus" Matt suggested. Matt knew full well that Zora was in no state to gather her things, and didn't want her to push herself too far while Kelly still held on. "Certainly, and I'll see if I can wrap this silly contest up with Kelly before we leave" Zora replied. Matt gave Zora a surprised look, but saw from the look in her face that she didn't intend to pee even if she could get Kelly to. He smiled and wished his girlfriend luck as he ran off to pack their things and take a piss himself before entering the bus. Alone now, Zora carefully stood up, with both hands gripping her crotch desperately. For a moment Zora's bladder tried to rebel more fiercely than ever upon standing up, Zora felt a rush of her urine trying to squeeze past her bladder's sphincter muscles. But the urges soon subsided enough for Zora to hobble towards the other end of the beach, where she knew Kelly was. Kelly, who hadn't peed in over 32 and a half hours, definitely looked to be in even worse shape than Zora when she first saw her. Knowing she had to look tough now, Zora forced herself to stand up straight, and tried to make herself walk normally over to Kelly rather than hobble in desperation. When Kelly first looked up at Zora, trying to feign a strength she didn't truly feel, Zora saw a look of fear in her eyes, which soon turned to a look of hopelessness and defeat. Willing herself not to let her desperation show in her voice, Zora tried to speak with confidence. "So Kelly, you heard what your boyfriend William said. A girl with a weak bladder like you should really take a leak before a several hour bus trip with no bathroom breaks". Zora expected to see a spark of anger in Kelly's eyes at her taunting. Instead Kelly groaned, as if wrecked by a new wave of desperation, and squirmed around even more urgently than before. For a moment Zora was certain she was about to see some piss running down Kelly's legs, but then Kelly moved her hands away from her crotch, and revealed her still dry bikini bottom and legs. "Why, to let you piss to before you get on the bus?" Kelly asked. "I'd rather see you piss in your seat on the bus Zora, even if it means I have to keep holding it to after 32 and a half hours of waiting already". Kelly tried to have a hint of anger in her tone, but even Kelly thought she just sounded weak. "Kelly, you silly girl" replied Zora happily. "You forget, I'm the proper lady who refuses to pee anywhere but seated on a clean toilet. And like a proper lady I'm still holding all of my pee, even though it would be so simple to pull this bikini bottom aside and piss a nice gusher right now". Zora almost grit her teeth as the piss sloshed around more urgently in her bladder at the thought of doing just what she had said. "But I won't do it" Zora continued, "because I intend to wait until I get back to the college. And then I'll calmly wait in line to use the ladies room, like a proper lady". "You however, are the girl who rushed off to piss in the sand dunes a few hours after we got here. A girl like you Kelly, willing to drop her bikini and piss anywhere just doesn't have the motivation to keep holding on like a proper lady should. When things get too tough for you to wait you'll always just drop your bikini and pee where you are, just like the guys who will rudely pee anywhere in front of the other desperate girls at the drop of a hat" Zora finished with a sly smile. Zora wanted to giggle, but knew it would probably be the end of her 37 hour long hold if she did. For a moment Kelly looked torn, as if seriously contemplating giving up. Zora watched Kelly's eyes dart towards the sand dunes, but then she shook her head. "First William tries to get me to piss before we leave, and now you" she muttered. "I'm getting on that bus with my bladder still bursting and unrelieved. I'm the real bladder queen here, not you Zora, and I'll prove it on the ride home". Zora rolled her eyes, which only seemed to tick Kelly off more. "Fine, piss yourself on the bus ride home Kelly" Zora replied in an unconcerned voice. "I'll be having a beer or two on the way home with my boyfriend, even if you don't have any". "Then I'll enjoy seeing you piss yourself on the ride home" Kelly retorted, in a tone that clearly said she would not be having any beers on the ride home. Zora knew promising to drink some more beer on the ride home could be a big mistake, the piss sloshing around in her bladder already hated the idea. But seeing Kelly's reaction only made Zora more certain that she had to do it anyway, just to show Kelly who the real bladder queen was in case she had any doubt about it. With that Kelly began to hobble her way to the last bus. Zora followed closely behind her. The driver barely gave either woman a glance as they hobbled onboard. Zora sat in the very back where Matt told said he'd meet her, while Kelly sat a few rows in front of her. Matt soon joined Zora at the back of the bus just as the other two buses were beginning to drive away. The way Zora had her legs practically double crossed in her seat made clear to him that Zora was still very much unrelieved. "So, what happened with you and Kelly" Matt asked as he sat down. "Let's just say I had some fun toying with her" Zora answered coyly. "She'll never make it back to the college dry". "I should have known you just wanted to be a bitch to her one last time" Matt chuckled. Matt unzipped one of the bags he was carrying and pulled out a 12 ounce can of beer as he chuckled. He was surprised as Zora reached a hand into the bag to grab a can herself. "Are you sure about having that beer Zora? Kelly certainly isn't going to have any". "I'm a woman of my word Matt, and I promised Kelly I'd have a beer or two with you on the ride home" Zora replied with an air of confidence. "I just wish I didn't have to pee so bad right now Matt. My tortured bladder is beginning to get exhausted after waiting so long already". "You know it's too late for you to pee now Zora, no matter how bad you need it" Matt replied with a grin. "You passed up a chance to pee on the beach like a good girl. Now you just have to finish your beer and hold on for several more hours until we're back at the college". Zora nodded in agreement, finding herself excited at the challenge she had put before herself, and unsure if she could last long enough. The effect of all the alcohol William had served, as well as all the drinking on the bus, started to show itself by 8 PM. Despite how William had insisted everyone pee before getting on the bus, many of the drunk college students either hadn't, or needed to pee again already. Soon the bus driver had no choice but to pull over by the side of the road (in what was still an empty rural area) to prevent the drunk college students from peeing in the bus. Many guys, and even a few girls, quickly hurried out of the bus for a piss. There were cries of jealousy by some of the girls who needed to go, but refused to by the side of the road in front of everyone. Soon Zora and Kelly, who both had the window seat, had a great view of college aged men and women both peeing just outside the bus. At first Zora dared herself to watch the whole thing, eager to see as many cocks from the window as she could. But when Zora's bladder shuddered in jealousy too much at the sight of so many people pissing she had to look away from the window. "I think William's trying to convince Kelly to pee here, but she's having none of it" Matt said as he craned his head to see William and Kelly. "He'll probably try to convince you to piss next". "Then he's wasting his time" Zora replied impatiently as she continued to fidget around desperately in her seat. The last beer hadn't helped Zora at all, her squirming was much more frantic now. "Us ladies can't pee outdoors, it's the rule, William should know that by now". "Well, if it's a rule then who made the rule Zora" Matt asked playfully. "Us ladies did of course Matt" Zora replied in a more playful tone now, even as she could just barely make out the unwelcome sound of people urinating on the other side of bus window. In Zora's opinion nothing was worse on a full bladder than listening to someone else pee while you couldn't. "Well, why can't you ladies break the rule? None of the ladies out there are obeying it" Matt playfully asked with a grin. Zora readjusted her shaking legs and rammed a fist into his crotch again. "Us ladies have to obey the rules Matt... well us proper ladies at least. Guys get to pee outdoors, while us ladies have to hold it. Even if we really have to pee bad we still have to hold it". Zora's eyes moved towards the cans of beer Matt still had in his unzipped bag, Matt's eyes followed hers and smiled. Zora knew she shouldn't let herself have another. She knew her exhausted iron bladder might not be able to take it for much longer. And yet the thought of how risky it was really excited her. So against her better judgment she reached for the can. "As a lady who has to hold it according to the rules, I'm probably going to deeply regret this Matt" Zora announced as she opened the can and took a sip. "I might have to make an unladylike mad dash for the ladies room when we get back Matt. I'm already nearly leaking a gusher right in my seat". Kelly knew she was on the verge of a major accident as the drunk college students piled back in the bus after their piss by the side of the road. If it wasn't for Kelly's stubbornness about her contest with Zora she would have gladly pissed on the beach many hours ago. But despite William's urging Kelly refused to pee by the side of the road. "I'm holding it till I can't hold it anymore Will, end of discussion" she hissed at him. William seemed conflicted with joy at Kelly pushing herself farther, and fear that she was going to inevitably have a major accident on the bus. Shortly after 9 PM, after holding it in for 34 and a half hours, Kelly's iron bladder finally cracked under the enormous pressure from the gallons of piss sitting in her bladder. Kelly lost control of her bladder for just a second, long enough for a large spurt of piss to escape her and leave a major wet spot on Kelly's bikini. Some piss began run down Kelly's legs as well. William was out of his seat immediately to let Kelly pass. "Hurry to the front of the bus. I'll get the bus to pull over for you before you make a big mess that gets us an expensive cleanup bill" he hissed. Kelly let out a loud moan as she gripped down harder on her bladder to stop the flood. But she knew William was right. She was only moments away from her exhausted bladder completely losing the rest of her boiling pent up piss, even with her iron control. Kelly hurried down the aisle, leaking a bit more piss down her legs as she hobbled. Kelly was too distracted by her own desperate need to even realize that everyone on the bus was watching her beginning to piss herself. Kelly was grateful that William had already gotten the driver to pull over for her by the time she was at the front. Kelly barely walked more than 3 steps after she got off the bus before she opened her flood gates to let the piss finally gush out of her like a fire hose. Kelly was so eager to piss that she didn't even take the time to pull her bikini bottom aside, so it and her legs began to get soaked until she started to pull the bikini bottom aside. At first Kelly was too awash in relief to even care that almost everyone on the bus had their eyes on her. But when Kelly's iron bladder finally finished emptying itself 5 minutes later, Kelly couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. Kelly was supposed to be a bladder queen, but here she was, so desperate to pee that she had to make the entire bus pull over on the side of the road just for her. Plus Kelly's bikini bottom and legs were embarrassingly soaked with her own urine. Anyone who even glanced at her would be able to tell that she had a major accident, like an ordinary girl with a weak bladder. William wordlessly handed Kelly a towel, which she used to dry her legs off. Not wanting to wear her piss soaked bikini bottom anymore Kelly covered herself with the towel and took her bikini bottom off. Kelly left her piss soaked bikini bottom on the ground as she re-boarded the bus. Everyone was starring at her as she made her shameful walk back to her seat, feeling utterly humiliated. But the worst part of it for Kelly was seeing the smug look of satisfaction on Zora's arrogant face. That was the biggest blow of all to Kelly's once prideful demeanor. "I can't believe I did that" Kelly whispered quietly enough for only William to hear after she sat down. "I guess I can't call myself much of a bladder queen anymore". Meanwhile, in the back row of the bus, Matt was already counting out the $500 haul from Zora winning the holding contest against Kelly. Zora meanwhile was feeling quite pleased with herself at finally bringing Kelly's iron bladder down in such spectacular fashion. "I'm so glad Kelly waited until she started pissing herself" Zora said gleefully as she watched Matt divide the money into several piles, one of which was for her. "Now she and everyone else here can't possibly deny who the real bladder queen is. And she'll think twice about challenging the true queen again". "If you want to celebrate I still have a few more cans of beer" Matt offered with a grin. "Unless of course the bladder queen is too close to pissing herself on the bus like the Kelly did". "If I might be blunt with you Matt, I'm really struggling to not piss in my seat right now " Zora confessed without emotion. Zora had a firm death grip over her pussy with one hand, as she squirmed around and double or triple crossed her shaking legs. "I really don't know if I can hang on for another hour till we return to the campus". Disappointment clearly showed on Matt's face. "Well, if the bladder queen knows her limits than that's fine, I'll drink for her" he said as he opened one of the beer cans and took a long sip. "But at the same time..." Zora added tantalizingly. "A certain girl does love to celebrate with some beer, even if it's against her better judgment...and the entire idea of entering those beer contests in the first place was against her better judgment". With a daring smile Zora reached into the bag and grabbed one of the last remaining cans of beer, and took a long sip. "Sometimes I'm too daring for my own good Matt" she said with a smile, all while her double crossed legs screamed she was still dying for a piss. Because Zora felt extra daring after her victory over Kelly, she drank her entire 12 ounce can of beer within 5 minutes. But it didn't take long for the adrenaline of her victory to wear off, and the added load on her increasingly exhausted bladder to catch up to her. Zora's frequent squirming around in desperation soon grew twice as frantic. "Why did I have to have to be stupid and have that last can of beer?" Zora moaned while tapping her crossed legs impatiently. "I really don't think I can wait till we get back to the campus Matt! I'm on the verge of peeing myself like Kelly did!". "Well, since we both know you aren't willing to piss by the side of the road, I'm afraid you don't have any choice Zora but to keep on waiting" Matt replied slowly. "I mean, the only other solution I can think of is we have a few empty 12 ounce beer cans. You could let a bit of the edge off your need if you're really desperate enough to use them". Zora shook her head. "No way, that's a boy's only solution Matt. Even a less ladylike girl couldn't possibly use something with that narrow an opening without making a huge mess". Zora moaned and bent her head down, causing her long dark hair to cover much of her face from Matt's view. "I don't know how I'll ever be able to wait much longer Matt! Even a newly crowned bladder queen has her limits!". "You will wait Zora! You'll wait as long as you need to wait " said Matt with encouragement. "You'll wait because you're a lady, and a bladder queen, who has to wait because there's no toilets available. You'll wait because the longer you and your iron bladder can wait the more you can brag about beating Kelly's iron bladder". "Ok, your last point about sticking it to Kelly sold me Matt" Zora replied with a hint of her pride in her voice again. "I don't know how I'll keep holding it back much longer Matt, but I will, because that's what a bladder queen does". The last hour of the bus ride was hell on Zora, as her desperate plight seem to get exponentially worse by the minute as her iron bladder grew more exhausted. Zora tried every position she knew desperate girls used to try to hold it, and even invented a few of her own. Nothing seemed to make things any easier on her overfilled bursting bladder. For a while Matt sat in silence, enjoying the lustful sight of Zora's desperation. If only the two of them were alone somewhere Matt found himself wishing, then he could fuck Zora's brain out with his raging erection, all while not letting her pee first. On one hand, Matt hoped for Zora's sake that she could hold on and get to the toilet in time. But on the other hand, Matt knew he'd never get to see the end of Zora's desperate struggle when she disappeared into the ladies room, so he found himself kind of hoping Zora didn't make it. "Oh thank god!" Zora moaned as the bus finally pulled into the college campus. "I've gotta get to a toilet right frigging now Matt! I swear I might lose it just standing up! That beer on the bus was definitely a mistake!". "Before you hop out of your seat, you might want to consider waiting a couple of minutes for the bus to empty out first" Matt suggested calmly. "You're at the back of the bus Zora, a bunch of people are going to block you from moving down the aisle if you try to hurry out the second the bus stops". "Oh FUCK you're right! Why'd we have to sit in the back of the bus Matt" Zora moaned as she continued to squirm around like mad, with both hands rammed firmly against her pee hole. Matt, though sympathetic to his desperate girlfriend's plight, was loving every moment of it, he was glad now he had suggested they sit in the back of the bus. "There better not be a line for the ladies rooms by the time I get off this bus" Zora hissed at Matt. "I seriously cannot wait any longer Matt". "You'll be alright Zora, it's just a couple minutes more" Matt said as the bus stopped and the aisle was immediately blocked by at least 20 other people as Matt predicted. "Besides, I thought you were a bladder queen who could hold it?" he added teasingly. The two minute wait for the bus to empty out was agony for Zora. Matt gathered up both their bags while they waited for the bus to empty out. There were still a few others left on the bus when Zora's patience ran out. "Let me out Matt! I can't frigging wait any longer!". The thought of refusing to let Zora out of her seat for another couple of minutes crossed Matt's mind in that split second. But he was too much of a gentleman to purposely extend Zora's desperate plight any farther... at least not so blatantly. Matt had barely stood up and stepped aside before Zora jolted right past him and halfway down the aisle. "Out of my frigging way, I haven't been able to pee all day!" Matt heard Zora hiss as she shoved her away around a couple of people standing in the aisle. Matt watched as Zora ran off the bus as fast as her desperate legs could carry her, all while trying to follow her at a brisk pace. Once off the bus, Zora quickly hurried back to her dormitory building, knowing everywhere else was surely closed after 10 PM on a Sunday night. Zora stifled a groan with each hurried step she took, as each step sent renewed jolts through her bursting bladder, and threatened to make her spill her urine right there. Standing up and walking had definitely made Zora's plight even worse, even if it took her the closest she had been to a toilet in the 40 hours since she had last been able to pee. As Zora passed by some bushes she desperately thought of pulling her bikini bottom aside and pissing right there. Normally Zora would have never considered doing such a risky thing, but she was on the verge of pissing herself, so previously unacceptable things had finally started to become more viable options to her. But even so, Zora knew she still couldn't risk it, the campus was well lit at night, and had security cameras all over the place. Zora knew she must look like a desperate little fool on the cameras, gripping her crotch with both hands while hobbling towards the dorms. When Zora reached the front door to her dormitory building she was forced to remove a hand from her crotch to pull the door open. "No one here to hold the door for a lady" Zora muttered to herself as she gripped the door with her hand and pulled, only to realize the door was locked. "Damn it! Where did I put my damn key card" Zora muttered as she reached her hand towards her pockets. Zora was surprised when rather than finding her jeans her hand found her bikini instead, which obviously didn't have any pockets. "No! No! This can't be happening!" Zora whimpered pathetically as she jammed her hand back over her crotch and began to shift her legs around urgently. "I can't have left that damn card key in my bag which Matt has! I can't be that stupid can I!" Zora quickly glanced behind her, and groaned, Matt wasn't anywhere in sight. Nor was anyone else in sight who could let her in. "Yes, you are that stupid Zora! Why didn't you think to put your jeans back on so that you'd have the damn card key!" she hissed, along with a series of swear words. It was only now, stuck outside her dormitory building, dying to piss after 40 hours of waiting, that Zora realized how chilly the evening air was when you were only wearing a skimpy bikini. Zora's whole body begin to shiver from the cold, which was the last thing her bladder needed. Zora felt her throbbing bladder trying to urgently expel her hot pent up pee despite Zora's best effort to keep it in just a little longer. Zora was sure that both her fists jammed against her pee hole were the only thing keeping her from pissing herself right now. "Don't let me lose it now! Please not now!" Zora whimpered to herself "Not when I'm so close to the ladies room and have come so far". Zora's exhausted bladder continued to rebel against her iron control in the cold night air however. Zora could barely hold it back much longer as she was nearly overwhelmed by even stronger urges yet. Just as Zora was about to give up all hope and piss in the grass before her urine ran down her legs she heard several familiar voices approaching. She turned around and saw Matt, Steve, and Phil approaching, counting out some of the money she had won for them. The guys all noticed Zora desperately squirming by the door at the same time. Steve and Phil had a look of surprise, while Matt had a look of guilt as he realized why Zora was still standing outside in the cold. "Guys one of you use your key card to open that damn door right now before I piss myself! I'm going out of my mind in desperation in this cold air!" Zora yelled impatiently. "Zora I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you left your key card in your bag before you ran off" Matt apologized as he whipped his card out and unlocked the door for Zora. Zora didn't waste a second, she ran full speed through the open door towards the ladies room, nearly losing a major spurt along the way. Zora's relief at finally getting to the ladies room turned to horror as she stepped inside. She had never seen it so crowded before. There were only 3 stalls in the ladies room, and all were occupied already. There were also 10 other women already waiting in line, most of whom Zora recognized from the weekend beach trip. At even a quick glance Zora could tell many of the women were shifting around uncomfortably, obviously desperate to pee. Zora had little doubt these women had been drinking a lot of beer on the bus ride home. In other words, the ladies room was just as Zora had dreaded it would be. Zora felt her exhausted bladder weakening just from being so close to the anticipated relief of the toilet. The sound of one or two other women pissing in the toilet behind the stall door was torture on Zora. "Oh please, please, let me cut in line ladies, I'm about to lose it" Zora whimpered as she openly squeezed her pussy at the back of the line. The reception Zora got was not as she had hoped however. Almost all the girls immediately protested, and complained about their own needs. Sheena, the loudest of those girls, ended up speaking for the group. "No one's letting you cut in line girl, so shut up and wait your turn like the rest of us! You're not the only one dying to pee, I had 6 cans of beer on the way home!". Before Zora could say anything more, everyone heard the loud sound of one of the toilets flushing. The noise of the flush was like a battering ram hitting Zora's exhausted little pee hole. "Oh No! NO!" Zora screamed as the flush was the straw that broke the camel's bladder. Piss squirted out of Zora's warm pussy for several seconds, soaking half her bikini bottom, and running down her legs before she could cut off the flow after a few seconds. Almost all the ladies eyes were on Zora now. Zora tried to cut in line and hurry into the stall when the door opened, but several of the women moved to block her. "Please let me go!" Zora cried. "I haven't peed in over 40 hours! I'm already pissing myself!" "You're not cutting in line bitch and that's final" said Sheena as Zora watched another girl hurry into the stall and close the door behind her. Despite her best efforts, Zora lost another large spurt of piss right there and felt it running down her legs, which wasn't unnoticed by Sheena, who was still blocking her from cutting in line. "Looks like you won't be needing the toilet anymore by the time it's your turn" Sheena said with a nasty grin. Zora began to blush as she realized Sheena was right, she was likely only seconds away from completely losing control of her exhausted bladder. For a fraction of a second Zora was ready to give up in despair and just piss where she stood rather than drag out the inevitable even longer. Zora knew even her iron bladder was too exhausted and too overfilled to the brim to hold her hot pent up piss back for more than a couple of seconds longer. But then the solution to her desperate plight dawned on her. "Out of my way!" Zora shouted as she shoved her way past the women waiting in line, all while the new girl in the stall began to piss a gusher. The sound of the new girl's gusher was like a bomb going off in Zora's bladder. A few more drops dribbled out of her exhausted iron bladder and down her legs despite Zora's best efforts to hold it. But then Zora turned the corner and saw the shower stalls. Zora hurried inside the nearest shower stall, stood over the drain in the center, and began to release her boiling load of pent up piss full force before she had even pulled her bikini bottom aside. The hiss of Zora's piss was easily loud enough for every woman in the ladies room to hear. Several of the women desperately waiting in line groaned at the sound of Zora's gusher of piss. Zora was too engrossed with the feeling of her relief to pay attention to anything else. The relief was like a constant orgasm of pleasure that nothing could top. It took over 6 minutes for Zora's impressive waterfall of piss to finally run dry. Zora couldn't believe she had held so much piss in her bladder for so long. It was miracle she had held it in even this long she thought. It was only then that Zora realized that she had forgotten to close the shower curtain to give herself some privacy. Zora blushed in embarrassment as she quickly pulled her wet bikini bottom back in place to cover her pussy. Then she looked up and realized that her arch-rival Kelly was watching her with a smirk on her face. "Looks like I'm not the only girl who needs to clean herself up now" she said with a mix of venom and glee as she entered another shower stall. When Zora left the ladies room she found Matt was alone in the hallway waiting for her. A quick glance at Zora's soaking wet bikini bottom, and moist legs told him all he needed to know. "I don't know if I can call myself a bladder queen anymore Matt" she confessed, her face red with embarrassment. "I just couldn't hold it any longer, the long line did me in Matt. I ran into the shower stall to piss after I started to pee myself in front of everyone! Kelly saw everything!". "It's alright, don't be upset Zora" Matt replied, trying to calm Zora down as he embraced her in a warm hug and began to walk her to her room. "You're still the girl with the biggest bladder on campus, and that's good enough to make you the reigning bladder queen here. Kelly can't take that away from you, you held on a lot longer than she did". "No" Zora replied with a look of stubbornness returning to her face. "It's still not good enough Matt. I need to learn how to hold it even longer, so that tonight's shameful little accident never happens to me again". Alternate Ending/Ending 2 "Guys one of you use your key card to open that damn door right now before I piss myself!" Zora yelled impatiently. "Zora I'm so sorry, I didn't realize your key card was in your bag before you ran off" Matt apologized as he whipped his card out and unlocked the door for Zora. Zora didn't waste a second, she ran full speed through the open door towards the ladies room, nearly losing a major spurt along the way. Zora's relief at finally getting to the ladies room turned to deep disappointment as she stepped inside. She had never seen this ladies room so crowded before. There were only 3 stalls in the ladies room, and all were occupied already. There were also 10 other women already waiting in line, most of whom Zora recognized from the weekend beach trip. At even a quick glance Zora could tell many of the women were shifting around uncomfortably, obviously desperate to pee. Zora had little doubt these women had been drinking a lot of beer on the bus ride home. In other words, the ladies room was just as Zora had dreaded it would be. 'A bladder queen waits in line, she doesn't beg for other women to let her jump the line' Zora told herself in her head as she joined the end of the line. Even so, Zora felt her exhausted iron bladder weakening from the anticipation of relief being so close. Standing so near the toilets but not being able to use them yet was much worse on Zora then being a several hour bus ride away from any usable clean toilets. Zora couldn't stop shifting her legs around in desperation with her hands jammed into her crotch, just like several other women in front of her in the line. The worst part of being in line however was the assault on her ears. Zora could hear the loud sound of one or two other women pissing in the toilet behind the stall door, doing the thing her exhausted iron bladder still couldn't do quite yet but desperately wanted to. Given the complains Zora heard from the other women, she was obviously not alone in being tortured by this. After a minute one of the women finally finished up in the stall. The sound of one of the toilets flushing was like a battering ram hitting Zora's bladder. Zora desperately jammed her hands deeper into her pussy as she watched with jealousy as one woman left a stall, and the woman at the front of the line entered it. Zora nearly lost control as the new woman's loud piss began to echo throughout the ladies room, which sent more urgent jolts through her bladder. Waiting in line was never going to work Zora realized. Zora made a split second decision to head towards the door. The sound of the other women peeing and flushing the toilets was surely going to make Zora piss herself waiting in line if she stayed any longer. Matt was alone in the hallway waiting for Zora. He was clearly surprised when Zora came out in just under a minute. Then he realized Zora was still shifting her legs around desperately, all while still remaining dry. "What's the matter Zora is something wrong with the ladies room" Matt asked. Unknown to Matt, Zora saw Kelly approaching from down the hall. It was clear from the items she was carrying that she was heading for a shower to clean herself off after her earlier accident. The women's eyes locked for a brief second, Kelly had to have seen the worry in Zora's eyes, because she smirked at her. Kelly knew without a doubt why Zora hadn't been able to release her boiling load of pent up piss in the ladies room. She knew Zora had fled the ladies room to beg Matt to sneak her into the men's room to use their stall that hopefully had no line. Kelly would no doubt enjoy the sight of her arch rival swallowing her pride out of desperation, and doing something so pitiful she would never even consider otherwise. Zora knew she simply couldn't allow that to happen, no matter how close the piss was to spurting out of her pussy. "I... don't want to wait in that line... it's too long... and a bladder queen doesn't... wait in lines... for her chance to pee..." Zora replied to Matt, unable to keep the anxiousness from her voice. "Let me check if the stall in the men's room is available and sneak you inside Zora" Matt offered, knowing Zora's control was likely at its limit after 40 hours of waiting. "No... please don't" Zora replied anxiously, as she still bravely kept her hands away from her pussy. "A bladder queen doesn't... do things like that... she holds it... she should be able to wait...". "Err, then what do you want to do Zora" Matt asked, confused, but also pleased at what a hot squirming mess his girlfriend was in front of him right now. The fact that Zora was for some reason refusing to grip her pussy for dear life all while close to losing her mind in desperation made it all the hotter for Matt. "I want... another beer Matt" Zora replied, still anxious, but now with more confidence flowing into her voice. "I want... to share a couple more beers with you in my dorm". "But what about that pussy of yours that hasn't been able to pee in over 40 hours? And all that beer you've already had since then?" Matt asked excitedly as he pulled the last 12 ounce alcoholic beer bottle in their bags out. "Surely you've got a lot of boiling pent up piss still bursting to come out". "I'll have to wait" replied Zora as she accepted the open beer bottle form Matt and took a sip. "I'll have to wait... until morning when there won't be a line to wait in". The look of frustration on Kelly's face as she realized Zora was serious was enough for Zora to know she had made the right choice. "Well if there's any girl on campus who can wait that long, even with a rock hard bulging bladder, it's my bladder queen" Matt said with a big grin. He had a raging hard-on now underneath his swim trunks, which was not unnoticed by Zora, who was feeling pretty turned on herself. "Besides" Zora added casually in a whisper, "I know from all your... enjoyment... of my desperation that you want to fuck me now, before I can piss a single drop... and so do I. My boiling load of pent up piss may be driving me out of my fucking mind in desperation, but it'll just have to wait until morning. There will be no peeing in a bucket or trashcan for me after sex or before bed. I'm in for a rough night Matt, and I want you to make it as rough on your queen and her very much unrelieved bladder as you can". With that Matt followed Zora as she began to hobble back to her dorm room, still unrelieved. === That's the story, tell me what you think. Also, if you're wondering why there's two different endings, I liked both of them so I decided to include both.
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  18. Most girls get some bright white, tight panties and think "oh I'll need to look after these to keep them looking good".... i thought, mmmmmm playtime ... IMG_0102.MOV
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  19. A few months back, I wrote about an experience with one of my best friends, Samantha (in "A Walk With a Friend"). She has never been shy, but she surprised me by ducking into an alleyway to relieve herself--right in front of me--while we were walking around town. Since, we've joked about the incident on numerous occasions and I bring it up fairly often, trying to subtly test whether or not she has an interest in pee-related fetishes. Despite my efforts, I've never gotten anything out of her that leads me to more than mild suspicions--until today. This past weekend, we were at a local Thanksgiving-themed wine festival, enjoying the moderate weather and each other's company. We arrived pretty early and meandered around for the better part of the day. We each sampled some of the local drinks, but neither of us drank enough to even became tipsy. I, however, had been drinking water throughout the day and nature called several hours in. We found the bathrooms, but by then, a sizable line was forming. Being a guy, that was no big deal. I found a secluded area in the woods, away from the bulk of the activity, behind some pines which, unlike the rest of the trees, obviously hadn't shed their coverage for the winter. I told her I'd be right back, stepped behind the trees, ensured nobody could see anything, undid my jeans, flipped out my penis, and began to do my business. I wasn't absolutely desperate, by any means, but I had to go pretty badly. I silently sighed with relief as my pee arched before me and pattered gently onto the fallen leaves. I had barely begun when I jumped, startled to hear footsteps behind me. My stream weakened as I turned my head urgently, only to see Samantha making her way toward me. "I hope you don't mind," she said with a bit of an embarrassed smirk, "I really need to go, too." "Uhm, okay." I replied, shocked. "No need to stop on account of me!" she laughed, noticing my difficulty maintaining a steady stream as she stepped beside me. Having finally fumbled for my words, I teasingly shot back, "What can I say? I have some pee shyness. I'm not used to an audience," referencing our last pee encounter. She laughed and told me to shut up as she pulled her jeans and panties to her ankles and popped a squat. "This show's not for free," she laughed, glancing up at my penis, which was quickly stiffening, making the task of relieving myself even more challenging. I laughed and continued trying to force urine out, with limited success. There was no use to attempting to conceal the erection I was developing. There it was, in all its glory, right before her eyes. She giggled and asked if I were getting excited. I don't recall what I said in response. Soon, she was unleashing her own much more successful torrent of pee between her legs, which pooled on the leaves and streamed into the dirt. This made matters even harder for me--literally and figuratively. We were quiet for a minute, both enraptured by the other's plumbing as we emptied our bladders. Finally, I managed a weak stream, but she still teased, "Need some help there?" "What, you wanna shake it for me, too?" "Ew, no, then we'd have a bigger mess." We laughed. She finished up before I did, despite starting after. She rummaged around in her purse, retrieved a tissue, wiped herself, and tossed it in front of her. "C'mon, slowpoke!" she taunted as she pulled her panties and jeans up, still clearly enjoying the show. Finally, the contents of my bladder came to a spurting end and I gently shook my hardware dry. "Hawwwwt." she cheered. I felt my face turning red, but secretly appreciated it. We made our way back to the festival, laughing to ourselves frequently throughout the rest of the day until we finally headed home. I never asked her specifically if she's into pee (I'm fearful of the awkward situation that could lead to, given the taboo nature of this interest), but I'm getting strong vibes we may have a mutual interest we're finally discovering in each other after years of friendship. On the other hand, I suppose it could be that she is even less bashful than I originally thought, or that she was simply feeling particularly horny that afternoon. Anyone have any input?
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  20. I do believe she thinks it's Fun. Don't know (don't care) about your ages, but I recall incidents where neighborhood friends ended up peeing together. "Sex" wasn't a concern at that time in our lives, but adventures of all kinds were. Perhaps she likes you, or you live within a few blocks of each other, she feels she can relax and be playful around you without you 'outing' her. Doubt if it's her letch, but you never know. Happy fantasizing -- treat her right, and who knows . . . in a few years something juicier may drop onto your plate. Wish you both well.
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  21. "I just peed in these khakis! I hope TVGuy doesn't know how much of a pain it is to get stains out of these things!"
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  22. I enjoy the appeal of alliteration. Not so much the more subtle approach of staggering the similar beginnings employed by those superior to me; but the Bold, Brash Barrage form of alliteration... basically I'm a kindergartner. The ebb and flow of the sweet agony. The dance of desperation; each distressed move, so sensually taboo. The beautiful battle against the inevitable. The pressure slowly, teasingly growing more and more constant, more and more unbearable. The final relief. Hot, flowing release. The orgasmic outpouring. The musical trickle… Brittany couldn’t quite decide on her favorite part of the experience. Her bare feet danced around the small area of the porcelain tub. The build-up was fun. Though perhaps sometimes it took too long. Brittany mused, swaying her hips slightly. The blonde was in the process of enjoying one of her favorite private pastimes when she was rudely interrupted by the tone of her doorbell. Brittany groaned loudly. It was probably her roommate forgetting the key again. She was supposed to be on a date. Brittany sighed, she would have to continue her exploits at another time. Ever the dutiful roommate she left the bathroom and went to let her forgetful roommate in. Instead, she found someone else at the door. “Mom?” Brittany asked. “Hello, sweetie.” A somewhat older blonde replied, pushing past her daughter into the apartment. “You don’t keep this place too clean, do you?” It wasn’t really a question. “I’ve… been busy.” Brittany shrugged. “Lounging in tights?” Her mom rolled her eyes. Brittany looked at the tight grey fabric that covered her long, toned legs. “They’re sweat pants.” “Oh, do you actually do yoga in them?” Her mom asked, rifling through the cabinents. “Well…” Brittany didn’t think her desperate shenanigans exactly counted as yoga, despite the various contorted poses she found herself in. Neither did her… other activities, and those ones even required a fair bit of flexibility at times and even helped with her cardio. “Do you eat anything resembling a meal?” “Uh…” “Nevermind. Come on, put your shoes on we are going grocery shopping.” “Not that I don’t appreciate the… attention, but what are you doing here.” “I’m checking on my daughter. Figured you wouldn’t be taking care of yourself.” Brittany sighed but didn’t say anything. “Now put your shoes on.” “Hold on, I need to use the bathroom.” Brittany mumbled. “I don’t really have the time, right now. Let’s just go.” Her mom ushered her on. “Yet you have the time to patronize me.” Brittany grumbled throwing on her shoes. She hoped this wouldn’t take too long or she might resort to some “not yoga.” * Brittany whimpered, while her mother surveyed the frozen foods section. She had hoped to be able to use the bathroom at the grocery store, only to find it out of order. Now, she was stuck waiting on her mom. Her movements obviously conveyed her predicament to those around her, yet her mom stayed oblivious. Brittany doubled over and bobbed her butt back and forth. Both hands were firmly tucked between her legs. She rose up, and bounced from foot to foot. “Are you almost done?” “I’m doing this for you.” Her mom replied without looking back. Brittany groaned inwardly. Despite the public venue, Brittany squatted, keeping both hands against her crotch. She shifted side to side and whimpered softly. It wasn’t enough. She could feel the pee begin to dribble out. Her favorite pair of boy shorts to wet in absorbed the warmth and pressed it against her crotch and haunches. Normally Brittany loved the feeling of the hot moisture against her delicate skin, and while she couldn’t entirely say she didn’t enjoy the feeling at that moment, she did not want to wet herself in public. Especially in front of her mom. Brittany curled up tighter and rocked on the balls of her feet. It seemed her panties were the only ones to take any damage before she stopped the flow. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold it back though. “Mom…” Brittany whined. “What?” She snapped. Turning towards her daughter finally. “What are you doing? Get up.” Brittany chewed on her lower lip but rose to a standing position. She was still bent at the waist though. “Stand straight up.” Her mom demanded. “And get your hands out of your crotch. Come on, now!” Brittany did her best to obey. She straightened her back, and both hands hung at her sides, her fists tightly closed. She rubbed her thighs together. The fight to stay dry had just gotten much more difficult. The top of her right foot rubbed at the back of her left calf. “Stop dancing around. Seriously, try to be an adult.” Brittany couldn’t take it. Hot, tantalizing relief spilled out of her. A dark, vaguely heart shaped pattern glistened around her lap, and grew in size. Streaks of wetness soaked down the legs of her pants. The sudden spray of pee had quite thoroughly wet her pants. Brittany moaned softly. The warm, forbidden tickle of pee spill across her legs. The splatter almost drowned out the reality of the situation. But once the flood subsided she was left with the truth. She had wet her pants in front of her mom. She shamefully lifted her eyes to her mother. “Oh, honey. I didn’t know you still had accidents.” She spoke softly now. “What do you mean still?” Brittany asked, tears forming in her eyes. “You didn’t think I never knew about all those wet clothes you tried to hide from me growing up, did you?” She laughed softly. Those weren’t accidents per se. Brittany had been interested in wetting herself for as long as she knew. Still it was probably best to let her mom believe they were accidents. “I… dunno.” Brittany mumbled. “Alright, well why don’t you go wait in the car while I check out and then we can get you out of here.” Brittany nodded her head. It didn’t take Brittany too long to cool down from her humiliation. Once she did she began to think of her return home. She hoped Autumn wasn’t home. After all, this was probably her hottest wetting yet. There would need to be some… “Celebration.” I am fairly certain this is the first character I've written that's actually been interested in omorashi. This is primarily because I tend to get some level of sadistic enjoyment out of fictional wettings being embarrassing for the wetter, plus MyDirtyHobby, and amateur youtube wetting videos kind of killed any remaining enjoyment of intentional wetting with their rather boring (or sometimes vulgar) casual wettings. However, just because someone is interested in wetting does not mean accidents can't be genuine and certain wettings can't be embarrassing; in fact Brittany interest in wetting presents some possible scenarios I'm not sure how I would otherwise execute.
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  23. Dragon girls come pre-equipped with nighttime hugs.
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  24. i like to wet sexy and fancy panties... like lace panties
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  25. Absolutely amazing! Can't wait for next year :) thank you for making such an incredible story. Often with omo stories the authors forget to flesh out the plot, but not you. Sometimes I forgot I was even reading an omo story because of how into the plot I got! Thank you again for writing one of the best stories around ?
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  26. I managed to hold until I stood up to get off at my stop but I couldn’t hold it any longer. I didn’t even care I still had my hand cupping my vagina I felt it coming and I stood at the front of the bus leaning forward and wet myself. It was so embarrassing but the relief I think I even moaned and said fuck yeah.
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  27. Ahhh thank you Kirito ;w; Most people that commission me just end up being bronies I guess hahah
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  28. Thank you!! Have another influx of pony art! Been busy doing Patreon rewards and a few commissions, I figured I'd share them here too~
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  29. Girl and boy don't reference age in almost anything especially on this site.
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  30. Thanks everyone who's bought the new comic! Definitely helps keep the desperation train going! Here's what you can look forward to, and this one is all pee ;) Expect the rest to be up for sale beginning of December!
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  31. Unless this is pure sarcasm, I think that idea is seriously flawed. I really doubt many people will pay for something they already got for free, especially if they got it completely legally and given away on purpose. The hypothesis that I understand from that discussion: people would become aware and start to like the material that they would not have bought initially, and they'll start to buy more stuff. So your overall sales should go up, not the sales of the paid version of this specific video. As for my personal opinion: a limited amount of piracy might indeed work as marketing for a producer, but massive piracy of a large part of his work will most certainly hurt him much more.
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  32. Also @twowetwomen I should have handled this earlier, but I'm going to have to ask you to avoid soliciting outside contact information for this. If you want to advertise/sell your content here on omorashi.org, we actually have a platform we have users utilize for that! https://www.omorashi.org/sellers/apply You can make an application there and put your videos up for sale right here on the site! I hope this method is to your liking. :) If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask!
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  33. So because some free videos were posted here before you think you should never have to pay for any videos from them? That's some interesting logic you have. You can support your content creators and help enchourage them to produce more content this way. If you don't want to pay for the videos, you don't have to. But don't complain about it here.
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  34. Chapter 4: The Final Fight The Valkyrie, Bruce Banner, and Thor. Together, they had their desperate plan in place. Brunnhilde would drop Thor off at the palace to draw Hela away while she and Bruce helped Heimdall evacuate the Asgardians off-planet. Brunnhilde landed the Commodore and Thor handed her a turret he had "commandeered" earlier. "Here. Now this ship has a gun," he joked. The Valkyrie smiled back. "I'll take it from here." Thor pulled something white and blue out. "I found... uh... this. In the armory." He handed it to Brunnhilde. It was her old uniform and armor. She felt a rush of emotions. Honor and pride to be a Valkyrie. Determination to succeed. Mourning at her lost comrades. And most of all... embarrassment. The uniform was great at giving the veneer of demigod, but the inside had been stained time and time again... she hoped he hadn't noticed. She looked back at him, expecting the worst. All Thor did, though, was smile and say, "Good luck." She felt that lack of acknowledgement was a tacit sign of respect. She stood up suddenly. "Your majesty... don't die." Thor smiled faintly at the backhanded wish. Brunnhilde followed up, "You know what I mean." Then, Bruce took the ship up and away. Brunnhilde went into the bathroom to change. She stripped off the leather armor, beaten up, recently cleaned, though probably still smelling faintly of her bodily functions if she really tried to take a whiff, and stood in the bathroom in just her (new and clean) white panties. She eyed the toilet, wondering if she should try to go before the big fight. Bruce spoke over the intercom system at that moment, though. "We'll be there soon, make sure to set the turret up." So. No time. Brunnhilde donned her armor over her underwear as fast as she could and stepped out. Her blue cape flowing behind her, she felt more confident than she ever had in her career. They were going to save Asgard. With that determination, she strapped the turret up and made ready to rain hell. The ship flew to the refugee Asgardians trying to cross the Bifrost. Dead in their tracks was the Fenris wolf, a giant undead wolf larger than their ship. It began its charge at the Asgardians, running down the bridge. "Now!" She shouted at Bruce. They broke through the clouds and she opened fire, too high up for the wolf to attack. The refugees backed away from the wolf, but on the other side was Hela's undead soldiers. They were caught in-between. Despite raining a torrent of bullets, the wolf was merely slowed, not stopped. The turret ran out of bullets and for the first time that night, she felt a bit of fear creep up. With it, she was made to notice her full bladder and bowels. She pushed that aside and turned to Bruce. "This stupid thing won't die!" Much to Brunnhilde's confusion, the mild-mannered and small Bruce Banner saw the fear on her face and reassured her, "Everything's gonna be alright now. I got this. You wanted to know who I am?" "What the hell are you talking about?" "You'll see!" Bruce then jumped out the ship. A knot formed in the Valkyrie's gut, fearing for him. To her astonishment, though, after a gruesome landing... he rose as the Hulk. The Hulk grabbed the wolf and threw them both into the water below the bridge, taking that threat away from the refugees. Brunnhilde was quickly distracted by the undead soldiers jumping on the ship. She quickly jumped on the controls and tried to save it, but the soldiers ripped off as many bits and pieces as they could. She struggled to control the ship and realized she'd have to put the ship down as soon as possible. She focused on avoiding the refugees, ignoring the split second squirt as she crashed through the pillars and another, longer squirt as she smashed into the Bifrost and came to a stop. Brunnhilde scanned out the window, wondering if she could get to the refugees in time. Fortunately, at that moment, a huge ship cleared the sky. She saw Loki and rebels from Sakaar drop in, picking up the refugees and fighting off the closest undead soldiers. Moments after, a huge lightning bolt crashed into the palace. Brunnhilde cleared the last soldiers off the ship and smiled at the sight. That had to be Thor. Her confidence was rewarded by Thor charging across the Bifrost, casting aside undead soldiers with ease. Now was the time to push from the opposite end, Brummhilde thought. She lept out of the ship and marched her way towards the undead soldiers on her side, the Commodore shooting off fireworks in a last hurrah. Undead soldiers approached her, but she dispatched them with ease. Despite her full feeling bladder and bowels, she was more self-assured than ever. Despite being brought back by the darkest of magic by the most powerful of goddesses, they were no match for a Valkyrie, permanently drunk or not. Soon, the refugees and Sakaarans were all evacuated on board the space ship. Bruunhilde approached Loki and Thor as they met in the middle, bantering. As the Valkyrie approached, she saw Thor had lost an eye. Loki noticed as well, bluntly stating, "You're missing an eye." The Valkyrie had no time to react, though. She saw what was at the end of the road approaching. She sped past the two brothers and said, "This isn't over." The three regrouped and approached Hela cautiously. Bruunhilde watched in disbelief as Hela seemed without a scratch, despite Thor unleashing his full powers on him. The fear caused another squirt and Bruunhilde could feel the soaked crotch of her panties rubbing against her. Thor, too, seemed surprised, though he put a better face on it. "I think we should disband the Revengers..." he joked. Loki wasn't giving up. "Hit her with a lightning blast." Thor bickered, "I just hit her with the biggest lightning blast in the history of lightning and it did nothing!" Bruunhilde tried to act confident. "We just need to hold her off until everyone's on board." Thor shook his head. "It won't end there. The longer Hela's on Asgard the stronger she grows. She'll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now." "So what do we do?" Thor looked back and hardened his resolve. "Asgard's not a place, it's a people. Loki... this was never about stopping Ragnarok, this was about starting it. Surtur's crown, the vault! It's the only way." Loki understood and rushed to the vault to revive Surtur to cause the destruction of Asgard and hopefully destroy Hela and her power. Thor and Bruunhilde just had to distract her long enough. Hela was close enough that Bruunhilde could see her now. She seemed untouched, her spikey crown covering her head, a black cape billowing, her skintight black suit showing off her curves. However, she was close enough Bruunhilde could see a darker splotch of black on her crotch... Thor's lightning had made an impact. Hela was scared. This was winnable. Thor turned to the Valkyrie. "Shall we?" Bruunhilde half-smiled and half-grimaced. "After you." Thor launched into an attack, the Valkyrie close behind. As Hela dodged another of Thor's attacks, Bruunhilde lunged in, slashing at Hela with her sword. Hela grabbed her arms, stopping her cold, and threw her across the bridge. Thor lept over her and began the attack anew. The Valkyrie laid face down a moment as a fart forced its way out and a two second squirt leaked into her panties. As she stood up, she felt it trickle down her thighs. As Thor threw Hela across the bridge, Bruunhilde swore she saw the splotch grow larger, and that strengthened her resolve. However, she could barely hold Hela off long enough before getting thrown across the bridge herself before Thor could recover. This stalemate continued as the refugees attempted to escape, the Valkyrie leaving droplets of urine every time she fell back down. After yet another toss across the bridge, Bruunhilde could feel her bowels giving way. A turd made its way down and she felt every detail of her anus opening up. She quickly tried to put the disgusted feeling out of her mind and crawl towards her sword, knowing Hela was right behind. As she crawled, she could fear the poop gain further ground, too afraid to be able to stop it. She knew Hela could throw a sword into her at any moment. From behind, she heard Thor call out, distracting her. Bruunhilde took the opportunity to grab the sword, her shit stopping at her panties. She turned around to see what Thor was referencing. Surtur had been reborn, blowing up the palace and growing to many times larger than the largest building in Asgard. It glowed red like the devil, its crown like horns. Hela gasped in fear for the first time. "No!" From behind, Bruunhilde leapt at Hela as she was distracted, stabbing her into the ground to pin her down. The real victory, though, was hearing the rude noises come out of Hela's bottom. She heard, more than saw, Hela finally shit herself, farting and squelching as she fell to the ground. Bruunhilde could only imagine that her skintight suit was being stretched, covered by her cape. Bruunhilde slid out of the way as Thor struck Hela with lightning, pushing her section of the bridge into the water. Bruunhilde sighed in relief, her underwear only a slight mess in comparison. She saw the refugee ship fly away and looked to Thor. "The people are safe. That's all that matters." Thor agreed. They needed Surtur to destroy Asgard, destroying Hela's power and killing her. Suddenly, a green blur flew past the Valkyrie, surprising her. Another second leak sprung out of her before she realized - it was the Hulk! Thor yelled, "No! You moron!" The Hulk attacked Surtur's crown before Surtur picked him up and threw him back at Thor and Bruunhilde. After a brief and tense argument, Thor convinced the Hulk not to smash, for once. The Hulk sullenly agreed and ran at the two Asgardians. Bruunhilde, fearing the Hulk running at her, backpedaled, now peeing freely; she left a trail of urine on the Bifrost in front of her. The Hulk, though, merely grabbed the two Asgardians before leaping onto the leaving refugee ship, allowing them all to escape. As they landed, Bruunhilde sighed in relief. Her bladder was empty, her chain mail was wet, but no one would notice. She was uncomfortable with the fact that a turd was half-out, but with effort, she kept it from slipping out and took solace that Hela had a much worse accident this time. From the ship, they saw Hela attempt one last rise against Surtur, who smashed the God of Death back into the ground, presumably killing her. As the ship flew further and further away, Surtur continued his rampage, eventually shattering Asgard into pieces. Bruunhilde couldn't comprehend all of her emotions as she stood by Thor. It was her home for so long, but one she was away from equally as long. It represented her friends; it represented her loss. Thor was even more burdened, as he now had to stand up as king of Asgardians, reduced from the most powerful peoples to refugees. The Valkyrie couldn't wax philosophical for too long, though. She felt the rest of her bowels cramping, knowing she was on borrowed time. Thor proceeded to find someone to help with an eye patch, and Bruunhilde took that as her excuse to find a toilet. Bruunhilde couldn't be seen as a Valkyrie just asking for a bathroom. She quietly found a female Asgardian and asked, "Where are our common rooms?" The woman pointed her down the hallway, and Bruunhilde did her best to walk in a dignified fashion, knowing that her buttcheeks were pushed apart by shit in that moment. She hoped no one could smell it, though given the crowd, the sweat, and the aliens, she doubted she was making many waves there. As she predicted, she found the common rooms and the bathrooms right by. She quickly entered and took a stall, thankful most people were outside watching the destruction of Asgard, not using the bathroom. She paused as she felt another cramp and she could feel her bowels descending. She was out of time! She had to undo all the armor plates covering and holding together her one piece mesh suit. As she did so, she felt the piece of poop stuck halfway in her continue its exit, pushing her panties back. She quickly undid her suit and shimmied out of the one piece, but it was too late - her panties showed a brown stain centered around an orange-sized bulge. She stood there, ceremonial armor at her feet, just in her panties, as the second act followed, preceded by several loud and wet farts. She just stood there, shocked at how close she was but still messing herself, as the bulge grew to the size of a grapefruit. She looked down and saw her crotch was also soaked and yellow, her white panties hiding nothing. She carefully lowered her underwear and dumped the contents as she let the rest out. She took off her underwear completely and threw it away, dabbing her armor dry. After cleaning herself up, a ritual she was now used to, she donned her armor sans underwear and realized that no one knew and she had gotten away with it. Cheered, she proceeded to leave the stall, ready to be the defender of Asgardians once more.
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  35. Just a quick wetting at home, felt so much better than using the toilet :-) hope you like
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  36. I do as well. Though I very rarely write from a male point of view. Let me know If I stuff up something obvious. :p *** The walk to Camille's wasn't the greatest experience of my life. It wasn't quite dark yet but cars constantly drove past us with their headlights on. No one beeped their horn or anything, and I'm sure they were concentrating on driving, or texting, or whatever, rather than checking out random dude's crotches. Considerably worse were the pedestrians we walked past. There must have been a dozen of them. Most of them probably didn't notice anything, because, again, who checks out random dude's crotches. But one middle-aged lady walking her Schnauzer definitely noticed because she gave me a sympathetic smile. Also my shoes squished with every step. When we finally got to Camille's place we had a quick pash in the hall. It was seriously intense; something about the tension of people noticing me on the walk back. It started to get a little bit handsy, Camille said something along the line of warming up before our shower, I did not complain. Honestly I'd have been perfectly happy to go straight to the bedroom and just shower afterward, but then they wouldn't have been my sheets getting wet. My jeans had got a bit cold and uncomfortable during the walk back but Camille's gentle rubbing, even through the thick denim, soon brought me back to life. We had just ended our embrace and Camille had almost put her hand on the bathroom doorknob when the door swung open, untouched. "Oh! Hey guys. Sorry I was just getting ready for..." Camille's housemate Anne recovered from her initial surprise at nearly running into us neatly, but trailed off as her eyes found my obviously peed in pants. "You look great Anne!" Camille said. Which was true, she was clearly about to go out from her make-up and party dress. "My boyfriend peed his pants so we just need the bathroom to clean up if you're done?" Anne looked stunned, her dark eyes saucers. She looked at my pants. At me. At Camille. "OK... I was just heading out." She said as she edged her way past us in the narrow hall. Safely inside the bathroom with the door shut Camille turned the hot tap completely around a few times and the cold tap about a tenth of a turn to the left. "Why did you tell Anne I peed my pants?" I asked, offended. "Because you peed your pants?" "Because you told me to!" "What difference does that make?" I changed tack, "Why didn't you just make something up about why my pants were wet?" "Dude." She pulled her top off over her head exposing her pale breasts, "It's pretty obvious you peed yourself. Don't worry about Anne, she won't tell anyone." I started talking off my clothes as well, beginning with my saturated shoes and socks. "Why wouldn't she? It's a pretty decent "you won't believe what just happened on my way out the door" story." "Mutually assured destruction." She kicked her sandals off and unclipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Her white panties had gone almost completely transparent and clingy where she had wet them giving me an extremely arousing view of the top of her shaved pussy. "I know for a fact that Anne has wet her bed on multiple occasions. If she talks about you then I'll talk about her." This, as I would later find out in the most awkward kitchen conversation of all time, was not true. Anne's ex-boyfriend had wet her bed multiple times. Which as she hurriedly reassured me was not why she broke up with him and that it was really no big deal that I'd had an accident as guys don't have very strong bladders and we can't help it. I more or less fled the room at that point. My jeans stuck to my legs a little as I tried to peel the wet fabric off them. A naked Camille came over and helped me out of my underwear. I sprang to attention as she lowered my drenched boxers. "I see someone's ready." She said with a smile.
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  37. In the Elevator

    Oh hey what's going on in the eleva----
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  38. First thing I've drawn in ages! Kinda quick and dirty, but what you gonna do.
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  39. A commission I did recently.
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  40. Not sure what happens with the spoiler tags now, but here.
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  41. This Girl's Pee: 95% Alcohol By Volume.
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