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  1. It's been quite a while since I have been able to put anything up on here. Lately me and my wife have been unable to share in anymore fun, however a few stories over the passed decade have stayed with me which I will share now. The first one happened about 10 years ago. My wifes grandparents had unfortutenelty passed away over the months prior to this story - my wife had gone out for her first full night out after this. From my point of view not much happened but here gos. I was in bed as I had work thenext morning. My wife got home in the early hours fairly worst for where. She came upstairs very loudly so woke me up - I asked how her night was as she stripped for bed. Depsite being half asleep it was a turn on seeing her taking off her dress, bra and knickers. She stood for a second contemplating something and I admired her - she is fairly slim build but has some nice curves and sports a full bush which I love. She then turned the light out and jumped into bed, she cuddled into me and pretty much instantly fell to sleep, I went to sleep as well. The next I knew I was being awoken urgently by K. 'I've wet the bed' she said - to this I bolted up in excitement, although didn't really expect her tohave gone as he has said things like this before when drunk and it was just a dream. I turned the light on and the covers were still over her. 'I've wet the bed, oh god' she said again and jumped up. She was right there was a huge wet patch on the bed and her bare bum was soaked as were her pubic hair. 'I still need to go' she said as she ran down stairs - I'm not quite sure how she still needed to go as there was huge amounts on the bed. I quickly smelled the patch - it was quite dilluted but still has a yellow tinge - she obvioulsy has huge amounts to drink. I heard the shower as she jumped in to wash herself, the she came back up with a towel. I consolled her as she told me how embarrassed she was. She told me she had been dreaming she was at her grandparents and went for a wee in her dream, she then woke up while going. She said 'I couldn't stop it, it was just flowing out' - so she was still going when awake. We went back to sleep and she pushed up onn to my side as even with the towel the pee soaked through. We kept that matrass for quite a while longer and I loved seeing the stain on it everytime we changed the bedding from the night she wet the bed. This next story is from before the last one - we were on holiday in Majorca. We has been with my parents and had a night out. Walking home K was quite desparate. So much so I had to tell my parents we had to go on ahead as K needed a wee. I knew because of this that she was extremely desperate. As we walked a pacce ahead I tried by luck. 'Your not allowed to go to the toilet' I said, 'what' she repled. 'Your not allowed and if your naughty you'll get a smacked bottom' - she then realised what I was alluding to. We quickly got back to the hotel - K had some small demin hot pants on and I was hoping to see them drenched. As we headed upstairs K said 'We, need to hurry no joke somes juts come out'. Wide eyed I looked and she has a small damp patch on the crotch of her shorts. We got to the room and headed straight to the bathroom. Without a work K jumped into the bath and then the hiss started and the wet patch appeared. Her shorts were drenched quicktime as it flowed down her legs and slowly the stream subsided. Thats better she said and I jumped in and kissed her. As we were kissing I had quite an urge to wee aswell. I'd never wet infront of her and didn't think she would like it as she indulges but for me. 'I need a wee quite badly' I said 'I could go here so your not alone'. She smiled and said 'yea that would be nice'. I was quite nervous as this would be the first time I had wet myself infront of anybody since being a child and it is quite a line to cross especially on purpose. It was harded than I thought to let go partly due to my erection. But soon it started with a quick spirt then the flood. It felt so good any K wasn't disgusted. We stripped and then K got a saw bottom as I 'punished' her accident. Some of our best ever sex followed. Hope these are alright. I have had to rush a little. Fingers crossed I'll get some more stories to tell soon.
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  2. Riding in the car, Sosha is extremely desperate to pee. After having to hold it for a prolonged period of time, the car finally stops, but it is too late. Fans of prolonged desperation are going to love this video! We ride along with Sosha as she grows ever more desperate to pee. As she struggles to hold on, she talks about how badly she needs to go, while at other times she sits in silence holding herself. Finally, the car pulls into a parking lot and Sosha gets out, but it is too late. Almost as soon as she starts to get out of the car she starts peeing, soaking her jeans.
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  3. Trying to hold it and leaking busting to get to my stop CD52E292-43AE-4409-A708-8CF2F9DFECFF.MOV
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  4. Just me whimpering like a pathetic toddler and wetting my Minnie Mouse pull-up in the floor. I leak and make a puddle. ☺️ 1F9D8F7A-6A79-478C-B2DB-BE74CC3DDD04.MOV
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  5. Does anyone recall a video where a girl pees herself in a public bathroom stall, and then another girl goes into the stall next to her and sees the puddle spreading under into her stall and says "Is that water?", and she almost gets caught? I think it might have been maybe theory from thesummerpeoplecircle, or bella (itsbellamariebitch) but i don't know Thanks!
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  6. Holding this boiling pee all morning. I'm so bursting.
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  7. So I have horriblly weak bladder. I decided to put it to the test the other day... I got a measuring jug some bottles of water, some juice, and soda and went to town. I guess it was similar to the rapid desperation method. When I first felt the urge to pee I told myself I would hold another 30 minutes and then how much I was holding. This had me squirming and whimpering... Just starting to leak. Roughly 400mls. I drank some more and did it again, challenging myself to wait another 30 minutes. By the end of it again, I was struggling. I was squirming and grinding against my own hand, whimpering, begging to an imaginary person to please let me go because I couldn't hold it... I then allowed myself to go, but under the following conditions: I first had to drink 600 mls of water, an extra gulp for every leak, then after relieving myself, I would wait 25 minutes until the need was apparent again, then put on a pair of panties, a depends incontinence underwear, and tight grey pajamas that would show off leakage stains and wet diaper bulge nicely. Then I would hold for another hour on top of that. When i put my diaper on, it was insanely hard stripping naked when i was already 7/10 again only 25 minutes after last pissing. I had the thing on for 3 minutes before I first started to leak. Another big sip for each leak, and by minute 15 of being diapered, I was soaked. I was wearing my panties underneath the diaper so I could really feel the wetness against my skin. It felt incredible. At this point I knew that my only chance of holding more was to masturbate. Somehow stimulating my clit just makes my weak pelvic floor muscles tense up in away that I can't achieve otherwise. I was at a 9.5, i could barely stop leaking. I placed a vibrator on my clit and the relief was almost instant. I no longer felt like I was on the edge of losing control. After about 5 minutes of teasing my pussy, I felt close to orgasm, so i stopped and spent some more time holding. Or, well. Trying to hold. I was so insanely desperate. I leaked and leaked and leaked. The more I leaked the thicker my wet diaper became, and the harder it became to hold on. I grinded against the wetness, held myself hard, squirming, doing everything I could to hold back the floodgates, wishing i had someone to beg to, someone to hold me and encourage me... I watched videos and fantasized that i had someone with me to enjoy my desperation. It's such a fantasy for me to have someone make me hold for them or to make someone hold for me 😮 after what felt like forever i started massaging my clit with the vibrator again, edging myself one more time, then one more round of holding. I only lasted a minute of trying to hold on for dear life, but again I just couldn't stop leaking. It was at this point that I realised I was starting to leave a wet patch on my bed. My depends was overflowing. I finally ended up orgasming almost painfully powerfully, and pissing 500ml into the jug. Seems like 500 is my limit. I don't know if I made it an hour, i was too blissed out to check
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  8. Hey everyone! So this challenge was a request of mine. The one who requested wishes to stay anonymous but I hope you all enjoy! If anyone else has any requests of something they'd like to see from me, shoot me a message! So lets get started with the rules now shall we? We shall! This request consists of 6 challenges. Or tasks. I must continue to either the end of all six challenges or I wet myself either or. Starting out I also must be extremely desperate to the point where I can't help but hold myself. I'll list off the tasks below in order! I also had to drink at least 8 ounces between each one. 1. Stand with legs apart and slowly take away your hand from holding yourself. Do this for thirty seconds. 2. Do twenty jumping jacks and three pushups without holding yourself 3. Lie on your stomach and count to thirty. Now put a fist under your stomach and count to twenty 4. Sit and do absolutely nothing for a minute. Then stand and do nothing for a minute. 5. Read a long omorashi story. (you can hold yourself for it) 6. Last one! Stretch, get on your toes and stretch your hands up. Then sit on the toilet and relax completely for one minute. Then you are free to go if you make it! I genuinely thought this challenge wouldn't be so hard. I've done challenges for my boyfriend before, including similar things. Of course, I had never done anything like this before. And I could never imagine the desperation I would be feeling as I did it. To who requested this (and you know who you are). You SUCK! I swear you're literally evil and the devil and if I could punch you in your face I totally would. These tasks were not only cruel, but oh my gosh do you know how to kill somebody! I have no idea how you thought up something of this caliber, but frankly, I do NOT want to find out. As long as all thats clear (and the fact that I want to strangle you is clear). So let us get started as it has been a long night and your girl needs sleep sometimes! As a preface, I am wearing nice black panties, a small red tank top that clings to me, and maroon sweatpants, well more like joggers. Task 1: Let me say, before I started the first task, I had to PEE. Before it was a tiny urge, after chugging a forty ounce hydroflask, and waiting for maybe 30 minutes, I began to feel it real hard.I drank one last large glass of water to be sure I was desperate enough for the challenge and oh my was that a mistake. I was constantly holding myself and moaning and whimpering. I had a big soaking wet spot on my pants from leaking and I knew it was only going to get worse and worse, with each glass I had to have between challenges. As I slowly took my hand away, I felt a huge gush out in my pants. I literally clenched as hard as my body would physically let me. All my muscles were completely tensed up. I couldn't stop leaking and sputtering. My bladder felt as if it was going to explode already. To make sure I successfully did the task correctly, I had set a timer for 30 seconds on my phone. I felt each and every leak go straight through my underwear as if I wasn't even wearing anything. My pants were so loose that it ran straight down my legs, if I leaked enough it would have been caught by my pants. They were starting to drip. Every freaking second I was tensing more and more. All I wanted was release. Even just to hold myself would have been soooo nice. I felt my bladder just begging me to let go, but of course I wouldn't. I was absolutely determined to make it through all six tasks. I wasn't about to let six measely challenges get the best of me - or so I thought. I was more than extremely grateful so finally hold myself when the thirty seconds were up. I may have even moaned from the relief. Of course, like the rules stated I drank the required 8 ounces, well more like chugged. Task 2: I have done jumping jacks with a full bladder by request of my boyfriend before, so I knew what to expect.... Or so I thought. I started out with one. While I was expecting it to be hard, this was beyond hard. This was damn-near impossible! I know a huge spray came right out of me. I felt it. Now friends, I wish I could tell you this was a clean easy little sputter. But no. Not even close. Remember those whales with their blow holes? When they come out of the water it's like "BFFFFFFTTT". Well just imagine that, but in my pants. a tiny whale swam it's way into the ocean that was my bladder and BFFFFTTTTT-ed right through me. My pants, were toast. And being toast, I took those things right off and threw them in the laundry. From this moment forward in this story, I am wearing my close-fitting red tank top and my black panties. That whole spray from me, and the discarding of my pants were after ONE jumping jack. ONE. ONE OUT OF TWENTY. I decided to speed through the next nineteen. Counting as I went, as fast as I could, letting that tiny whale have a field day in my bladder I got about fifteen. Then boom. A HUGE leak. This one was BIG. Bigger than the spray before, I broke the rules and held myself because if I didn't, I would have myself my the second challenge, and that wouldn't have been much fun or make for a good story now would it? After maybe thirty seconds I finished up the last four. The pushups weren't as bad. Luckily I only had to do three. As quickly as I could (leaking every .03 seconds) I did them. At this point, after the challenge I didn't know how long I would last. I was really feeling the 8 ounces from before, knowing I'd have to drink another 8 in just a minute or two literally made me want to curl up and go right there on my carpet. This time the 8 that I drank went straight through me. I felt my bladder get heavier with every gulp and I knew my kidneys were on over drive. This was the very moment when I knew that this night wasn't going to be as long as I thought. I absolutely KNEW I wouldn't make it much longer. Task 3: I had also done this before. But there, in my room on my floor, laying on my stomach, I don't think i had ever had to go so bad. My bladder was bulging so much and was so hard that I could feel in there against the floor. I could feel every fiber of my tank top that was being pressed to my bladder. I was shaking now. Like hard-core shaking. Every single muscle in my body was so tense and all I wanted to do was just let it all go and pee all over my carpet. Literally I would've too. Well I thought I wanted to. Counting to thirty was pure torture. The need to just let it go was just aching at me. If my bladder could talk it would probably be screaming at me and yelling to just give it release. Putting my fist under my bladder and counting to thirty literally opened the flood gates.... For about 2 seconds. And when I go, I go fast and hard. Like I said, flood gates. My carpet, after that two seconds was absolutely soaked. I was of course still leaking, a lot. So by the end of it, there was a nice, round, and larger than I'd prefer soaked spot. I can not even describe the agony of drinking the required 8 ounces at the end of this challenge. Tears literally were filling in my eye and I took a break to hold myself for about five minutes because I finally decided to bite the bullet and do the fourth challenge Task 4: By the beginning of this challenge, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. But Marlee ain't no quitting and I can promise you this. So, I sat, knees together on my floor. trying not to do anything. Again, I set a timer for a minute. I lasted about 27 seconds before I couldn't take it anymore. I just let go and the feeling was so great I couldn't bring myself to stand up. It felt so good to just be letting go, to release all that pressure that was just building up for so long. The fact that I was soiling my carpet completely slipped my mind. Letting go felt so damn good that I am positive I had an orgasm as I let it all go. I had never had to go so bad as that experience. I peed for maybe a minute and a half straight and it felt heavenly. I did end up cleaning my carpet. But the smell still lingers in my room. I hope you all enjoyed that! I certainly did! This challenge was a lot of fun for how long it lasted. I would be very willing to go back and try it again if that is something you all would like to hear about! Let me know! If there is anything else you all would like to hear about shoot me a message and I'll see what I can do!
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  9. I think my favorite part is leaking. There's something I really like about the idea that while I'm definitely about to have an accident I'm still kind of in control.
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  10. Long time no status update on The City Without a Ladies Room. Rather than start out making excuses for the long delay I'm going to say I'm close enough to releasing the next part to set a public deadline for myself, and release a teaser. I'm going to aim to get the next chapter finished and published by April 7th of this year. As for the teaser, below are the first 2 paragraphs of Chapter 3. As for why I'm not posting this in the thread that someone recently bumped, 4 pages of posts with only 2 chapters (both on the first page) is long enough.
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  11. Version 1.0.0

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    I've stumbled across these recently and wanted to share. Sources are mostly Tumblr and Pornhub (the Japanese page which has different stuff!). Enjoy, Rach
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    Busy working girls are fitted with a very powerful vibrator while they go about their days. These are remotely controlled by sex fiends who 'turn up the juice' until these ladies have very public accidents in their places of work. Sex ensues. Enjoy, Rach
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  13. Being on the edge of losing it and being denied the relief I crave. I love letting others decide when i can pee.
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  14. A very lucky experience that I had back in my senior year of high school: My parents divorced when I was very young, and my father had remarried a woman named Susan shortly thereafter. Susan had a daughter of her own named Cassie. Cassie and I had grown to become close friends when we very young. We were about the same age, and we spent many nights playing card games and board games together as there was not much else to do in a house for two kids with way too much energy, up til 3am every night riddled with adrenaline. Cassie was very chubby as a young girl, but I had to admit that I found her face very pretty in spite of her chubby non-figure. One incident struck me perhaps a bit more than it should have. While playing truth of dare on night, I chose dare ,and she said to me, "I dare you to kiss me!" And so, without thinking, I leaned in and obliged her silly dare. When I kissed her however, with her right hand behind my head, she pulled me in tight and made out for me for much longer than was appropriate for two people who were now ostensibly siblings (step siblings). I still to this day wonder what made her do such a sultry thing, but I think now, that as we both had just begun to enter the age of puberty, it was nothing more than hormones and natural exploration that compelled her to dare me to kiss her, and then prolong that wicked kiss, and after all, we weren't blood related right? "That was fun." was all she said afterward. As we grew older however, things between us changed. Cassie had begun to do all sorts of exercise routines in order to lose the extra weight she had been born with, and her figure had grown scandalously sexy. She never could have achieved the figure she had had she not been chubby as a young girl. I have to admit, it was her butt, her big, beautiful, behind. She had lost most of the excess weight she had been endowed with from birth, but try as she might, she couldn't get her behind small, the way she wanted it, and you must remember, this was the 80s, so pancake ass was in back in those days, long before everybody fell in love with the "thick" girls of hip-hop music videos. I however, must have been some sort of a pioneer of the "thick" (or thicc, as they spell it) fetish, for I found myself less and less comfortable as I was struggling with raging hormones and shared a house with my voluptuously built step-sister. There were a few occasions that particularly woke me up internally to the slowly rising tide of lust I was to develop for Cassie. Once, after completing a long exercise routine to one of those corny old "fitness" videos, she came into my room, completely drenched in sweat. "You stink Cassie, get out of here, go take a shower!" I said to her as she entered my room and walked up to me. (Secretly she didn't smell at all, and looked ridiculously sexy with her hard abdominal muscles expose in her tube top, her little poky nipples just barely visible beneath the fabric.) "I need to ask you a question, but please don't tell anybody about this." she said quietly. "Okay." I replied. "I'm really trying to slim down" she said. She then turned around, revealing her beautiful butt in tight, spandex shorts. My jaw dropped, my mouth watered, and dick twitched when I saw those two, globular butt cheeks pushing against the stretchy shorts material. There is a youtuber with a figure similar, Vantoee, for you to get an idea of my Cassie's fit, yet curvaceous, behind. She had sweat pooled at her crotch and up the crack of her big round butt, darkening the material in those areas, and she stood there for a moment, and I was confused suddenly. I thought she had turned around to make for the door to close it, but she just stood there. "I know it sounds weird, but I need you to tell me if my butt's getting any smaller, I think it's still too big." She then suddenly pulled down her shorts about halfway down to reveal about four inches of butt-crack, and those gloriously round butt cheeks, that beautiful ass, glistening with sweat, was exposed just enough to arouse my hunger and make me feel instantly light headed as I stared, mesmerized. "Uhhh....." escaped my mouth against my will, and I quickly pulled my sweater over my crotch to hide what I was unwillingly experiencing, a hardening cock. "What do you think?" she asked, still facing away from me. My face felt hot and flushed, I was unbelievably turned on. "Uhh yeah, it looks great." Was all I could muster, and I regretted it instantly. We had been in good relations for years, and I didn't want to somehow ruin it suddenly just because I was horny for Cassie. "Great? That's no help! Am I slimming down or not?" she asked sharply. "Yeah, you're losing weight Cassie." I said with an ever-so-slight hint of anger in my voice, as I desperately needed her to leave so that I could furiously, ashamedly, masturbate and end my aroused torture. She turned around. "Thanks I guess, Im gonna go do more." she said, and left. I took care of myself in about twenty five seconds. "This could get bad." I thought to myself. A couple more incidents took place to stir up my hormones, due to my step-sister. Once, upon just waking up, I walked into the kitchen just in my boxers and a t-shirt. My dad worked weekends at the time and he sat there, eating cereal at the kitchen counter, dressed up for work. "Morning." we said to each other. I reached into the fridge and grabbed the cranberry juice to pour myself a glass. When I shut the fridge, Cassie had entered, wearing nothing but a thin cotton t-shirt up top, nipples poking through, and tight, nearly see-through panties over her gloriously thick thighs and her tiny little pussy, just the slightest little cleft of camel toe saying hello for the morning. My father looked up and said to her sharply, "Cassie, put some clothes on, you're not a little girl anymore!" She looked surprised and annoyed, and looked over at me. "He's only in boxers!" she said defensively. "That's different." replied my father. "How?" she asked. "It just is, Cassie, now go!" he said. She turned around and waltzed quickly from the room, her fit yet fat ass waving goodbye to us, the fabric of her panties being so thin as to reveal her butt crack between those two basket-ball sized butt cheeks. I stared for a second before looking quickly to the ground, lest my father see me ogle his wife's daughter. The incident that really soiled our relationship with each other, at least temporarily, was when she was doing her exercises one day, and asked me to help her. I was supposed to hold down her feet to help her to do crunches, tightening up her already sexy, sweaty stomach. I agreed, and it started off innocently enough, but when she leaded back to the floor for her first crunch, the fabric of her tiny little shorts were pulled tightly against her womanhood, revealing the shape of two beautiful lips, as though begging for a kiss. “Oh to be those shorts upon those lips, that I might have a kiss.” I soliloquized internally to myself watching this ridiculously sexy burlesque show of the female anatomy. I was uncomfortably turned on watching her, and when she did her final crunch, breathing heavily, and tried to pull herself to her feet, she lost her balance and fell forward onto me, and the worst part was, her right hand fell, open-palmed, right onto my engorged, hard member, through my thin basket-ball shorts. Feeling it, she looked up to me and smiled a quick smile that then rapidly disappeared as she looked right into the eyes of her step-brother. A look of disgust quickly washed across her face as I blushed deeply. “Umm, okay.” she said, shaking her head, as she left the room abruptly. We didn’t speak for nearly a week after this little incident, and our relations were never the same thereafter. Cassie became a cheerleader in our high school. She was definitely one of the hotter girls of the school, and I was incredibly annoyed that even friends of mine commented on her curvaceous figure. One nerdy kid, Jim Loftman, even went so far as to capture a polaroid shot up her skirt during her cheerleading drills one day. Fortunately, I made him never to tell anybody who the picture was of, but the polaroid shot of the tight, cotton panties stretched over the bodacious bottom of the mystery girl circulated among male students of the school before a teacher confiscated it and ripped it to shreds one day. Cassie soon got a boyfriend, and there is nothing to arouse disgust (or ashamedly, lust) like the sound of your step-sister fucking in her bedroom, just next door to yours. The event that I’m about to describe to you happened on homecoming night. It was a magical decade, the 80s. Huge bouffants of teased, colored hair and skin-tight neon jeans populated and colonized the fashion sensibilities of the females of the day. Bright lipstick and face glitter facing you everywhere you went, looking like Andy Warhol pop-art renditions of once familiar faces, having you believe that with style both as vibrant and as ubiquitous as it was, the girls must have been trying to blend in, not with their background, but with each other, like a pack of zebras. Slasher movies, cocaine, bowling alleys, and REO Speedwagon’s “Keep on Loving You” set-dressed the decade, never guessing that the culture would ferment, over the succeeding years, like a sweet wine, and never like vinegar. It was homecoming night, and my step-mother decided to chaperone a little pep rally party at our house at the time. This wasn’t unexpected, Susan had become friends with many of the mothers of the neighborhood and town, and that friends of mine’s parents were friends with my own, like an odd, expanded Brady Bunch episode, joyous and agreeable. The event had started at about 6 o’clock that evening, and multiple families had gathered at our house for finger sandwiches and even a few apple-tinis, getting inebriated and rallied-up for the return of the home team of our little New England town. Mrs. Clarkson had showed up, eager to help my stepmom with the errands and chores. Mrs. Clarkson was a long time family friend of ours, was the mother of one of Cassie’s friends Emily, and perhaps in some way most importantly, was also one of our (Cassie and I’s) teachers. Mrs. Clarkson taught chemistry, and was exceptional at teaching her subject. She was also a real health-nut, and was incredibly fit. I had known her for years for the connection she shared with my mother, and knew her once as Lisa, but when I had made the mistake once of calling her Lisa in class, she politely but adamantly informed me, in front of the rest of the class mates, “You’ll call me Mrs. Clarkson, Alex.” And since then, I had stuck to calling her by the preferred name, Mrs. Clarkson, inside and outside of class. Maybe it was because I’d known her since I was a small child, or maybe it was because she was currently a teacher of mine at the time, and a wholesome teacher deeply and passionately involved with the state of affairs of education, going so far as to consistently try to rally support for the teacher’s union, but for whatever reason, I had never seen, or thought, of her as being very attractive. She was a slim woman with a pretty face for sure, but I think I had some sort of a mental block against her for how I conceptualized her in my mind, as exactly the sort of patriotic, all-American figure who would almost certainly frown upon certain favored vices and pastimes of mine, like smoking copious amounts of marijuana, the way I had taken to in those days. Tonight was different, however, Mrs. Clarkson, later explaining that it was the only skirt she had had in red, the school’s color, had shown up wearing a skirt that in school may have been just a little bit too tight short and a little bit too tight for academia to deem appropriate, and looking her up and down, it was almost surreal just how subtly erotic Mrs. Clarkson suddenly appeared. She wore high-heels, elevating her ass gracefully like a ballerina standing on tippy-toes, and her legs were long, tan, and taught, rock hard calves, tight, muscular thighs, exposed up to just a couple of of inches beneath her beautifully rounded behind, taught and muscular from hours of stair-master routines and squat weight-lifting. Her skirt was short to be sure, but was also incredibly tight, painted on her like a second skin. It was so tight in fact that you could clearly, too clearly, see the pushed out outline of her panties beneath, a beautifully articulated triangle squeezing her beautifully round, taught behind. I gazed at her from afar, down the hallway from my room, and wondered for a moment if she only appeared as mysteriously, unexpectedly, sexy to me because I was so stoned. I had just smoked a joint beside my open bedroom window, and now, in my cannabis induced paranoia, feared that my lust may appear to be just a little bit too obvious as I gazed at the bright red skirt enveloping her derrière, and being stoned, I took joy in the way the red plastic party cups she carried matched the color of her vibrant red skirt. She looked cinematic, Mrs. Clarkson did, in much the same way as Mrs. Robinson from The Graduate did. “What a Fox”, I thought to myself. It wasn’t only me apparently, as just as Mrs. Clarkson walked into the kitchen, the half-drunk mothers instantly erupted with comments and whooping applause. “What a skirt!” I heard one woman say. “Are you joining the cheerleaders tonight Lisa?! With that skirt you ought to be the cheer captain!” Another woman said. “I don’t see a skirt! All I see is legs!” My stepmother Susan said. “What exercises do you do? I hate to say it girl, but your butt looks fantastic!” My stepmom’s drunk friend Kelly uttered. “There’s something it reminds me of!” She said. The women paused awkwardly before laughing uproariously together at this shared moment of drunken gaiety. I decided, eventually, in the ironic way that makes sense only when you’re high, to make my presence known, thinking that if I did so, nobody would suspect that I was high. I strolled into the kitchen, and as I did so, the women all turned and greeted me joyously. The next couple of hours proceeded with me hanging out with my stepmom’s friends, helping out with the casseroles and finger sandwiches and generally having a good time. The women drank cocktails and iced tea. I was fortunate enough to have a couple of apple-tinis myself, imbibing the intoxicating liquid happily as I relaxed into the atmosphere more and more. “We won’t tell anyone you’re not 21.” one of the women, my stepmom’s friend Kelly, said, before they all laughed simultaneously. In the way that alcohol seems to blur the imagery around just slightly, like watercolor painting, more and more I became aware that one thing stuck out consistently in the kitchen panorama around me. It was Mrs. Clarkson’s long, gorgeously toned legs and her cheeky, bright-red skirted butt. Her ass was just sumptuously sexy as it waved around in the air, elevated by her clacking high heels just above my crotch level as she pranced around the kitchen performing chores in preparation for homecoming night. This was the most of Mrs. Clarkson’s legs I would probably ever see, I thought. She had also grown warm, and had at point removed her sweater, exposing her round, swan-like shoulders. The cocktails relaxed us and the iced tea invigorated us with it’s caffeine, and it was all around a good time for everyone. At one point, Mrs. Clarkson was hopping ever-so-slightly, trying to reach a glass on a high shelf, and as she did so, her beautiful butt bounced and jiggled in her tight skirt, oh-so delicately. She truly appeared to be a ballerina of a woman, with her gorgeous, slim figure painted in her form-fitting outfit. “Here Mrs. Clarkson,” I said, as without thinking, I quickly reached out and grabbed her by the waist to lift her up high enough to reach the glass, and immediately regretted this action as I performed it, for even while having the best intentions as I did, it was incredibly inappropriate for me to lay my hands onto a woman’s body, and my teacher’s no less! Her waist was so soft, yet so thin, her abdomens taught from working out, and as I set her back down to the floor, her blouse rode up, revealing her beautiful midriff, belly-button exposed. I blushed hard as I set her down, feeling mortified, but nobody seemed to notice, and Mrs. Clarkson only turned to me, smiling benignantly, as she said, “You can call me Lisa tonight, Alex.” “I know what you’re butt reminds me of!” Shouted Kelly suddenly. “It’s like a Valentine’s Day card!” Everyone laughed. “It is! It’s so bright and red with that skirt, and so heart-shaped at the same time!” Kelly exclaimed loudly. “Kelly’s trying to say she finds your gorgeous ass romantic, Lisa!” Debbie said drunkenly. “You just called it gorgeous!” Said Kelly. “Well it is, but I didn’t call it a Valentine’s Day heart!” Replied Debbie. “Her butt is heart shaped! Well it is! Narrow thighs expanding into two round little melon-shaped butt cheeks on top! And with that red skirt, it does look very Valentine’s Dayish! Okay?! Turn around! Let us see it again, Lisa!” Shouted Kelly. Still a little stoned, I was amused at the irony of the way these women could shout things out that men could only narrate to themselves quietly inside our heads. Mrs. Clarkson suddenly, and unexpectedly, turned around, bent at the waist, and arched her back, displaying her gorgeous derrière for all of us as though it were a delicate piece of jewelry she were showing off. The women cheered, and Mrs. Clarkson even waved her butt side to side playfully, she must have been proud of her figure and appreciated this opportunity to show off the hard-won results of her workout regimen. I could only stare, slack jawed, at my teacher’s sexy display, and I stared prolongedly, feeling entitled somehow because she, after all, had decided to show off. Man, alcohol goes a long way, I thought to myself. “See? A perfect shaped heart!” Said Kelly, the ice cubes in her iced tea jingling. One of the women threw a dollar bill in Mrs. Clarkson’s direction as a joke, and she then turned around, and seeing me, she blushed a deep red, her cheeks nearly matching the color of her skirt, also ironically concealing her other cheeks. “Okay, would you guys stop it! There’s a student of mine right here!” She said, glancing quickly at me, still blushing. “Okay but you’ve gotta show me your workout routine sometime!” My stepmother said. “Deal.” Replied Mrs. Clarkson quietly. Just then, the doorbell rang, and everybody looked up. “That must be the Richardson’s! They’re new to town and are supposed to follow us to the school the back way!” My stepmom said. “They don’t know the back roads in this area and I told them I’d show them around a little bit.” She then turned to me. “Alex, would you go and check to see if your sister is nearly ready to go?” “Sure.” I said, and left the kitchen to go and see what Cassie was up to. The alcohol and the iced tea had gotten to me by that point, and I actually needed to pee quite badly. I also had developed a shameful, painful erection what with Mrs. Clarkson’s sexy antics in the kitchen. What a night, I thought to myself as I proceeded down the hallway. I turned into the hallway bathroom, and as I did so I was abruptly greeted with the sight of another unbelievably sexy vision. My stepsister was already in her cute little red cheerleader’s outfit, and was busy meticulously applying makeup to her already pretty face. Her face was only inches from it’s reflection in the mirror; she often liked to get very close to the mirror when she did her makeup, being the perfectionist that she was. But this bathroom had a sink counter that jutted out nearly 3 feet from the wall, forcing Cassie to stand straight legged and bend over hard at the waist in order for her to get her face so close to the mirror, touching up her eye lashes, and this action had the result of her forcing her big, beautiful, butt out behind her, much like Mrs. Clarkson’s sexy display. And because she was in her cheerleader’s outfit, her short, frilly, little skirt did nothing to hide her big shapely ass. My stepsister’s big, round, watermelon-sized behind was fully exposed beneath her high-ridden skirt, the cotton material of her panties being so thin as to reveal the perfectly vertical line separating her two big beautiful butt cheeks. It was like a porn-star pose, the way my sister was bent over in front of the mirror, and after a moment I noticed that she was also shifting her weight back and forth between her legs, and her thighs were trembling slightly. It definitely looked like she needed to pee urgently, and had most likely put it off for too long, engrossed with the process of her makeup. I quickly cleared my throat at the sight before me. Hearing me, my sister looked up in the mirror and spotted me. She smiled. “Is it time to go?” She asked. “Yeah just about” I answered as I made my way past her to the toilet, which had a waist-high dividing wall blocking my lower half from her view. “I have to pee, Cassie” I said as I unzipped my fly behind the waist-high dividing wall. “Do you wanna get out now?” “Just go, it’s not like I’m going to look, I’m busy here.” She said, still bent over, doing her makeup, her legs now stepping from foot to foot quickly. In a moment, I started pissing a loud, hard stream against the water in the toilet bowl, and at once, I heard a loud clacking sound and looked over to see that my stepsister had thrown down her plastic little makeup case, and had immediately, frantically reached down with her right hand to squeeze her crotch tightly through the panties beneath her skirt. “Ow!” She exclaimed having hit her hand on the counter as she had reached down. I continued to piss hard into the water. “Oh my godddddd, Alex” she said, her voice sounding guttural and strained. “What is it Cassie?” I said, looking over at her. She had stopped doing her makeup entirely now, and was standing upright, her right hand glued to her crotch, squeezing tightly, stepping briskly from foot to foot, her face looking extravagantly beautiful in her makeup, but at the same time looking highly distressed, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hanging open, obviously desperate to relieve herself. She opened her eyes and looked into mine longingly for a moment, her cheeks flushed. “What are you doing, Cassie?” I asked, a little embarrassed for her. “Nothing, I have to pee too, okay, would you hurry up?” She asked with a pleading tone in her voice as she bounced up and down a little. “I can try.” I said. She laughed at this. Then exclaimed, “Oh god, I can’t laugh, or I’ll have an accident.” “Way too much information, sis.” I said. “I know, I’m sorry.” She said, looking away from me, back to the mirror. “Guys we need to go!” Susan yelled to us down the hall loudly. “Okay!!!” Cassie yelled back. “I’ll use the bathroom at the school, come on let’s go now.” Cassie said to me briskly. “I’ll meet you out there.” I said. I finished up, my cock still a little hard at the sight of my stepsister’s sexy little pee dance, and made my way down the hall and out to the car, my stepmom locking the front door behind me. It was extremely cold out, winter having come early that year, and ice lined our driveway. I patted my jacket and smiled as I remembered I had a few more joints and a lighter in my jacket pocket. When I approached the car, I heard Mrs. Clarkson ask, “You think I have time to run back in and nip into the bathroom, Susan? I could really use a quick break.” She said with a quiet, reserved voice. “Yeah I need to piss pretty badly, Susan.” Debbie proclaimed with less reservation in her voice. “Oh my god, don’t even get me started.” My stepsister said. “I already locked the door, come on, let’s just go, you guys can use the bathroom at the school.” My stepmom replied. I climbed into the backseat, next to Cassie in the middle and Mrs. Clarkson at the passenger side. My stepmom electing to drive, with Debbie beside her in the front passenger seat. The other women traveled in a different vehicle. The drive went smoothly, with casual conversation. Cassie’s thick thighs jiggled constantly and frantically beside me, exposed about halfway up in her cheerleader’s skirt, but she made no verbal mention of her bladder’s need to evacuate it’s contents in spite of her frantic squirming. Mrs. Clarkson’s muscular, toned, legs squirmed and bounced a little bit too, in her also very short skirt, that infamous, bright-red skirt. We were at the school in about twenty minutes, and we all made our way into the gymnasium. I sat down at the bleachers. “Show me to the bathroom, Lisa.” Debbie said to Mrs. Clarkson, and they both made there way out of the gymnasium and down the hallway. Cassie quickly greeted her fellow cheerleaders and told them she’d be right back, but that she quickly needed to pee. “Yeah, good luck with that, Mr. Roberts locked the bathroom when he left earlier, I guess the idiot forgot that it was homecoming.” Said Sally to my sister. I always found Sally cute. She was a good cheerleader and a good student, with a pretty face, short, dark hair, thick-rimmed glasses, and a petite little figure. Years later, I discovered an actress that looked almost identical to her, Lucy Hale. Sally was a bit of a goody two-shoes, and a bookworm as well. Over the years I had developed a bit of a crush on her that I told no one about, just gazed at her occasionally in the hall, or in the few classes we shared together. “What? That’s impossible.” Cassie replied. “No it’s not, believe me I tried.” Sally replied. Looking down, I noticed that Sally’s legs were crossed, and she was bobbing at the knees, the tell-tale signs of a girl with an urgent need to urinate. “What the fuck is with the bathrooms being locked?” Debbie was saying loudly and angrily as she and Mrs. Clarkson made their way back to us. “The idiot janitor locked the doors, forgetting it was fucking homecoming!” Cassie replied. “What the fuck?!” Said Debbie. My stepmom shushed her. “Language, Debbie, we’re at the school now.” My stepmom said. We all sat down, Mrs. Clarkson sitting directly beside me, Debbie beside her, and my stepmom on my other side. The cheerleaders began performing their drills and tricks to entertain the audience before the competing teams arrived. Mrs. Clarkson’s shapely legs bounced frantically beside me, and every time she stood up to applaud the girls, I got a facefull of that bright-red heart-shaped ass, squeezed tight in her little skirt. Cassie and the other girls performed their cheers and drills beautifully, and the audience loved it, I couldn’t help but notice that many times, her face looked a bit worried, but she kept a forced smile upon her face at all times, regardless of the fact that she kept her legs crossed tightly between each different drill the girls performed. Sally, my crush, looked far less confident, her pretty, innocent face looking extremely anxious the whole time as if she were screaming to herself internally, “please don’t wet yourself, please don’t wet yourself, please don’t wet yourself...” over and over again, and between each drill, she turned away from the audience, and I, paying attention to her, observed that she had taken to holding herself between each drill. I decided to go to the locker room and check in with the team, given that I was friends with some of the players and even Coach Jenkins. I stood up, and made to exit the bleacher pew to the aisle to go out to the locker room. “Where are you going? Is there another bathroom?” Debbie asked, grabbing my arm as I passed by. “The men’s locker room, I’m going to see some friends of mine.” I said, looking down at Debbie’s bouncing thighs, her pleading, desperate eyes, this woman who was my mother’s age, reduced to squirming around like a little girl.. Feeling sympathy, I sighed and told her, “Come with me, I’m sure Coach Jenkins won’t mind if you used the toilet in the men’s locker room.” “You absolutely cannot! You’re going to go in front of a bunch of high school boys Debbie? What’s the matter with you?” Asked Mrs. Clarkson sharply. “Well I’ll use the stall Lisa, Jesus.” Debbie said with annoyance clearly audible in her voice as she stood up to follow me. “Yes but they’ll all see your feet and... well you know... hear you.” Mrs. Clarkson Said. I wondered if she had thought through this option too and had decided that it was just too embarrassing, just too exposed, for her. “Lisa, at this point the little fuckers can watch me piss in the sink. I’ve gotta go.” Debbie said. She pushed me on the arm urgently. “Let’s go, Alex.” She said We moved down the bleacher. “She didn’t just say that.” I heard Mrs. Clarkson Said to my mom as we walked away. “And in a school!” Debbie and I made our way out of the gymnasium and down the long hallway to the men’s locker room. Debbie’s breaths were panicked and shakey sounding and her steps were quick, her jeans making quick, swishing noises as she walked. “Fuck, I’m sorry I snapped at Lisa, Alex, but I’m breaking my neck for a piss here.” She said to me as we walked quickly down the hallway. Looking over at her, I saw that she had her left hand buried in her crotch. She blushed when she saw me looking at her and said, “Eyes forward, Alex.” When we finally reached the locker room, Coach Jenkins was standing in the doorway, the guys in their basketball uniforms standing just inside, talking. “Well this sucks.” I heard one of them say. Debbie removed her hand from her crotch and walked right up to Coach Jenkins. “Excuse me” she said nudging past him, but he stopped her. “You can’t come in here miss.” He said.”that’s game rules, that goes for you too” he said to me. “Besides this is a men’s locker room, honey” he said to Debbie. “Sir, you don’t understand how badly I need to pee. I’ve had a lot of drinks and now I really must go to the bathroom.” She said with a shakey voice. All the guys stared right at Debbie, hearing this. “I’m afraid I can’t let you in here miss, the rules are clear.” He said, adamantly. “Please sir, my piss is going to be clear” she said suddenly, as she bent at the knees and squeezed her crotch. (Debbie often had a habit of making rude jokes, no matter the audience). Coach Jenkins didn’t find her comment very funny, and looking her up and down, this grown woman holding herself like a little girl, he said back, “You’re not coming into this locker room miss!” He said as he blocked the doorway with his body. “Please sir, I beg you to let me use the toilet”. Debbie pleaded, bent over, squeezing her crotch hard, her legs bent at the knees. “Let the milf have a piss, Coach.” Exclaimed one of the players. “Who said that?!” Coach Jenkins asked angrily, looking back at the player. Nobody responded, and he let it go, looking back at Debbie. “Rules are rules.” He said. “Oh my god!” She exclaimed, and made her way back down the hall to the gymnasium quickly. Coach Jenkins and the guys watched her blue jeans clad butt as she walked away. I felt terrible for Debbie, having to beg and plead for the toilet like a little girl and being cruelly denied the privilege. I turned back to the locker room, feeling slightly angry at Coach Jenkins who stepped back inside the locker room to the back somewhere, shaking his head. I motioned my friend Brett over. “Game’s been postponed to another day man. One of the other teams players got food poisoning and they don’t want to play without him” Brett said. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah man. Coach Jenkins is gonna go announce it over the intercom.” Brett said. I pulled out a joint from my pocket. “You wanna come smoke with me in that case?” I asked. “Nah you go ahead, we gotta change and get outta here.” Brett replied. We said goodbye to each other and I made my way out the hallway exit, out into the freezing cold night. I went to hide behind s dumpster to smoke, marijuana still being highly illegal in those days. The dumpster was surrounded with a sheet of ice, evidently frozen water that had leaked from the dumpster somehow. I lit up my joint and took a couple puffs. Before long, I was completely stoned again, dreamily watching as my little clouds of smoke made their way upwards towards the night sky’s constellations. Suddenly, I heard quick footsteps moving towards the dumpster, and quickly crouched down and froze, peeking out, paranoid. Around the dumpster came Sally, moving briskly in her cheerleader’s outfit. “What the hell is this?” I thought to myself. Sally looked supremely cute and innocent in her little red uniform and thick rimmed glasses, this little Lucy Hale look-alike. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god...” she was saying, as without even seeing me at all or smelling the joint I had snubbed out against the ice, she quickly, with lightning speed, squatted down to the ground, pulling her panties to the side of her little pussy as she suddenly issued a fire-hose-like torrent of urine that shot, with incredible force, three feet out in front of her onto the ice on the ground. “Huuuuuhhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhhuuuuuhhhhh......” she whimpered, sounding as though shewas nearly crying with the relief. She moaned prolongedly as her pussy shot forth a hard, hissing stream onto the ice in front of her, huge clouds of steam rising from he point of impact between the ice and Sally’s urine. “Fuuuuckkkkkk.....godddddddd......Sally proclaimed as she continued to piss with unbelievable force onto the ice, literally four feet away from me. I couldn’t believe my eyes, here was my innocent, sweet crush, the petite, bespectacled, bookworm beauty, in her cheerleader’s outfit, squatting with her cute little butt hovering above the ground, her legs spread in a wonderfully lewd posture, pissing out a torrent, moaning with her desperate relief. Her eyes were shut, her head leaned back, and her mouth hanging open as she pissed and pissed away, like 55 seconds in now. I looked down at her pussy. It was tiny, fit for a petite girl like her, and looked ridiculously tight. My cock was straining against my pants of course, and I tried not to breathe, lest she hear me, as she finally finished up her deed and stood up, before walking back towards the gym. I heard people’s voices now and figured the announcement of the postponement of the game must have been made now and we would all be going back home. I stood up and walked over to Sally’s puddle. I couldn’t believe it, Sally had melted a hole in the ice about three feet in diameter, still steaming. Big bladder capacity for such a petite female. I guess she really had to go, I thought to myself. I walked back to the gym where the cars and voices were audible. “Alex! Over here!” I heard. Looking over, I saw my stepmom motioning to me outside her car. When I got to the car however, Michelle Richardson, another friend of my mother’s, had taken the front seat, apparently needing a ride home as her husband had to leave early for unexplained reasons. She lived near us, so this made sense, but I wondered how we were all to fit now, as the backseat now contained Debbie, Mrs. Clarkson, and Cassie, all of whom were squirming around frantically, thighs bouncing up and down in the backseat. Cassie quickly jumped out. “Get in Alex, you’re sister has to sit on your lap.” Susan said. I did as I was told, I got in the car. Cassie quickly sat down on top of me, and I shuddered at the sexy sight of Cassie’s globular buttcheeks settling down right on crotch. Her cheerleading skirt was pushed up when she sat down, and her thin-pantied bottom sat down hard on my still hard cock. Fearing she might feel my erection, I immediately pushed her forward onto my left leg, and she stayed there, pushing her womanhood hard against my knee. My jeans had a rip down the front of the left pant leg, and my skin was exposed there. We took off, my stepmom driving. “They really ought to have had the facilities available” said Mrs. Clarkson. “That was completely ridiculous! It’s a home sports game, and no audience member could use the bathroom?! I’ll have you all know I’m filing a complaint with the school about this tomorrow.” Cassie had taken to pressing her pussy, as hard as she could, right onto my hard, kneecap, and it occurred to me suddenly that she was using my knee to hold herself. She was even subtly rocking herself backwards and forwards on my knee, unable to sit still. She wasn’t the only one, however, as just to the side of me, Mrs. Clarkson and Debbie were frantically bouncing their thighs up and down now and were breathing frantic, short breaths, almost as if they were practicing CPR breathing exercises. “I was so close to peeing in the locker room toilet. But that fucking coach!” Shouted Debbie angrily. My stepmom and Michelle could only look to each other in the front seat, then look back out to the road before them as they drove on. “Can you please try to drive faster, mom?” Cassie pleaded after about five minutes into the drive. Her rocking motion on my knee had grown in it’s range and intensity, like a girl on a see-saw. Debbie squeezed her crotch with both hands, her jeans making their shwishing sounds with the frantic movement of her legs, and Mrs. Clarkson meanwhile was breathing heavily, frustratedly trying to press her right hand into her crotch, to no avail because the tight material of her skirt wouldn’t allow her to with any real effect or pressure. “I’m sorry, but I have to do this.” Mrs. Clarkson said, to no one in particular as she suddenly lifted herself from her seat, and quickly pulled her skirt up to her waist so that she could press a hand against her crotch, and I was wrong earlier, this was the most of Mrs. Clarkson’s legs I would ever see. Her taught thighs went all the way up, and the left side her tight, round ass rubbed against the side of my right thigh as she squirmed in her seat. She looked incredibly fit and sexy, her bottom being barely covered by lacy, black thong underwear. Two fingers of her right hand were making frantic, circular motions over her black, thong-clad pussy, trying desperately to keep the floodgates from breaking. Debbie’s shwishing sounds grew noisier, her legs looking as if they were going to start a fire with the friction of their movement. “Aaghhhhh...I have to peeeeeeee...” she exclaimed in a strained voice. I was unbelievably, uncomfortably, almost torturously turned on due to the circumstances, three grown women, two of them milfs, one a teacher! And one my voluptuous stepsister, all simply dying to pee, struggling to hang on. “Please mom, drive faster.” Cassie exclaimed again. “I’m going as fast as I can! You three need to calm down!” My stepmom shouted back. “I can’t calm down until I peeeeeeee.......” Debbie said, sounding as though she were going to cry. My sister was now rocking her pussy on my knee as though it were some sort of mechanical bull ride, and it was amazing how with just a thin layer of cotton between her pussy lips and me knee, I could clearly feel two distinctly separate, vertical lips rubbing themselves hard against my exposed flesh, as though trying to kiss me with them. I shifted my position, just to see how Cassie would react. She lost her balance, and turned back to me with pleading eyes. “Please, I need your knee.” She said to me as she readjusted her body weight so that her pussy was pressed firmly against me knee. She rocked her pussy backwards and forwards hard against the top of my knee, and I nearly fainted with the sight of my sexy sister’s fat ass as her muscles clenched and released on my left leg. “What do you mean you need my knee?” My stepmom asked, confused. “Not your knee, Alex’s knee!” Cassie exclaimed in a desperate voice. She was now letting out guttural, moaning noises as she rocked back and forth, seemingly riding the mechanical bull ride for all she was worth. “Uuhhhhuhhhhuuuhhh....” she uttered, as her big butt rocked to and fro, her pussy pressed as tightly as possible to me hard knee. I felt the desperate need to cum, and end my prolonged torture, I was so unbelievably, unbearablely turned on, thanking god my boner the as in a relatively comfortable position in my pants. “Well what do you mean you need your brother’s knee?! What does that mean, Cassie?!” My stepmom asked. “Mom! Do I have to spell it out for you?! I’m pressing my vagina against Alex’s knee so I don’t wet myself! Okay?!” Cassie snapped angrily. “You watch your tone and your words young lady!” Susan snapped back. Susan looked back at us now, and seeing Mrs. Clarkson with her skirt hoisted up around her waist, her fingers circling her pussy frantically, looking like she was frigging herself, my stepmom snapped at her next. “Could you stop touching yourself in front of my kids, Lisa?! Jesus!” Mrs. Clarkson just continued. “I can’t stop or I’ll have an accident, Susan, I’m so sorryyyyyyyy...” she cried, still circling her pussy through her thong underwear. I felt a very wet crotch meanwhile on my knee, my sister seeming to slowly begin to lose the battle now. “How much longer Susan?!” Cried out Debbie. “We’re almost there. I’ll try to drive faster. Hold on girls.” My stepmom said as she floored the gas from a complete stop at a stop sign. This had the result of flinging my sister backwards onto my lap and I had to stifle a moan of lust as I watched, seemingly in slow motion as Cassie’s big, shapely ass landed in my lap, nestling my cock between the cheeks. With the pressure of my knee now, Cassie shrieked a brief, shrill shriek as her pussy issued a one-second-long spurt of piss onto my lap, before her hand quickly shot to her crotch, squeezing it tightly. Her urine was hot, and felt quite nice, but you could smell the aroma slightly now in the car. “Please don’t wet yourself ladies.” My stepmom said aloud. “Just drive mom.” Cassie said forcefully, as she positioned her womanhood upon my knee once more, the thin, wet cotton fabric clinging to her anatomy now, feeling as if her bare pussy was directly touching the skin of my knee. Mrs. Clarkson had taken to moaning aloud now, a strained, desperate moan, and Debbie just sped up the motion of her fire-starting, frantically rubbing thighs. Finally we pulled into the driveway, immediately, the doors flew open. My dad’s truck was now parked in the long driveway along with a few other cars, so we could only park at the very end. “Who the fuck is parked here?!” Exclaimed my stepmom. Cassie ran ahead, her cheerleader’s skirt flying up behind her, and made it to the front door first, running in place at the doorstep knocking on the door as hard as she could without stopping, as the door was apparently locked. I followed just behind her, Susan and Michelle a little ways behind me, and Debbie and Mrs. Clarkson hobbling with short, frantic steps, bringing up the caboose of our little train of people. My dad answered the door, looking thoroughly confused. “How is the game already over?” He asked as Cassie rushed inside past him just ten feet or so before the rest of us. My dad’s dumb friends cheered as Cassie ran through the foyer to the guest bathroom in the front hallway. “Hey Rob! The strippers are here!” One one my dad’s drunken work friends yelled down the hall. “No no guys, that’s Cassie.” My dad said, but not getting it, his work buddies just cheered on, “Well I like Cassie! Cassie the cheerleader, huh? Wow, look at that ASS!” Cassie was meanwhile struggling with another problem. My dad’s work buddies had left their bags/suitcases in the guest bathroom, apparently not having realized how this might cause a problem, and these bags were entirely blocking the door from shutting. Cassie quickly gave up trying to shut the door and tore down her panties and lifted up her skirt in one flurried motion as she slammed her big ass down onto the toilet. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...........” Cassie cried as a Niagara-Falls-like torrent of urine erupted from her exposed pussy with volcanic pressure. The door was wide open, as were her legs, and her bare, shaved pussy was on display for the world to see as she sat there, eyes closed, moaning orgasmically as she pissed and pissed and pissed. It was an incredibly erotic show, and I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my cock, threatening to tear through my pants. “We’re not blood related.” I had to remind myself, feeling ashamed at the ferocity of my lust for Cassie. This is as the first time I had ever seen her naked, 18-year-old pussy, and my face felt hot and flushed with animalistic lust, and at the same time deep, sympathetic shame, watching these old horn dogs just take in the show, many of them holding canned beers as they watched Cassie on the toilet. Some of the guys just watched her in awe, until, opening her eyes, she quickly positioned her hands in front of herself, blocking her pussy, looking feint-headed as she continue to piss hard and loud into the toilet bowl, her largely wet cotton panties down at her ankles. “Please don’t look.” She begged the onlookers with a whimper, before continuing to sigh passionately with relief. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my godddddddddddd I needed thissss...” she moaned loudly, tilting her head back, closing her eyes. My stepmom then stormed into the house looking furious. Michelle just stood there, wide-eyed, not knowing what to do. “What the fuck is this John?!” She yelled at my dad. “I’m having a little bachelor’s party for Rob. He’s getting married. I thought you guys would be at the game all night. What happened?” My dad responded. “It was postponed!” Susan yelled as she stepped in front of the bathroom doorway to block Cassie. “Look away or I call the cops! This is my fucking daughter you sick pervs!” She yelled angrily. The guys understood the situation now and walked away towards the kitchen. “Debbie and Lisa are next, who’s shit is this?!” She yelled, looking down at the bags and brief cases blocking the bathroom door from shutting. “It theirs honey, we’re really sorry, we certainly didn’t see this coming!” Said my dad defensively. Debbie and Mrs. Clarkson hobbled in next, hands glued to their crotches, Mrs. Clarkson’s skirt still hoisted up around her waist, and her fit, taut, butt cheeks jiggled in their sexy black thong as she hobbled frantically in high heels through the house. “Ive got dibs on the other bathroom!” Debbie yelled in pain as she ran down the hall towards the other bathroom. “Umm, Rob’s in there, and I think he’s going to be a while.” My dad said sheepishly, taking in the whole scene, trying to keep his eyes off of Mrs. Clarkson’s fit, round ass as she stepped frantically from foot to foot, waiting for Cassie to finish peeing, tortured with the still steady sound of Cassie’s stream hitting the water below. “Oh please hurry Cassie.” She pleaded desperately, her heels clacking loudly on the tile floor as she stepped from foot to foot. “I can’t wait any fucking longer!” Yelled Debbie. “Go out to the backyard! No one will see you back there Debbie!” My stepmom suggested quickly. I stepped into the kitchen motioning Debbie to follow me, pointing at the back door. Debbie ran to the back door in the kitchen, where all the guys were, but found it locked and frantically fiddled with the lock for a few seconds, her other hand still squeezing her crotch tightly. Put of the corner of her eye, she spotted my mother’s potted plant in the corner of the kitchen. “OH FUCK IT!!!!!!” Debbie yelled, before ripping down her jeans and squatting quickly over the potted plant, releasing a highly pressurized, hard stream over the the plant, the soil frothing up due to the pressure of the stream. Her face still looked in pain as she uttered a tortured, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD........ AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH... OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSS....” the guys watched as she pissed and pissed, feeling more secure watching a grown woman. Debbie opened her eyes to a group of men and a mortified looking Susan. “I’m so sorry Susan, but I’m afraid I might drown your plant. I’m really sorry, but honey you have no idea how gooooood this feeeeeels, ooohhhhhhhhhhhhh........” Debbie continued to moan. My stepmom stepped back out of the kitchen to continue yelling at me dad and I followed her. When I stepped back out in the hallway, I nearly tripped over our car. Cassie was still dribbling into the toilet, and my parents were already fighting again when Mrs. Clarkson stepped up to me frantically, her underwear still on display, and clutched my arm tightly. “I need you to take me to the laundry room, where is it?” She asked me in quick, hushed tones. “Why?” I asked. “Your cat must have a little box, right?” The desperation was screaming in her eyes and her hand once again reached down to clutch her crotch. (This lady was my fucking teacher?!) “Are you seriou...” “Listen Alex, I don’t want to expose myself in an open door bathroom or squat over a god forsaken house plant okay?” She said all of this quietly, under her breath, trying not to let my parents, or the others hear. She bounced on the spot, stepping from foot to foot. “Look, show me the fucking litter box and I’ll let you watch me pee, you little shit!” She whispered forcefully. “Better to watch a grown woman then getting a hard-on for your fucking sister. What, you think I haven’t noticed you watching her ass all night you little perv? And mine too for that matter, you need to work on your subtlety skills.” I felt deeply ashamed and embarrassed. “Oh please Alex, I’m starting to leak.” She whispered and her face looked like she was going to cry. “Follow me Lisa”. I said as I led her down the hall to the laundry room. She followed behind as fast as she could, heels clacking loudly. When we reached the laundry room, she told me to “shut the door and let nobody in”, as she quickly squatted down over the kitty litter, not even taking the time to pull down her underwear, just pulling it to the side of her pussy as she issued the third in a row fire-hose pressured torrent of urine straight into the litter box below. “Oooooohhhhhhh yessssssss, oh goddddd yessssssss yessssssssss yesssssssssss......aaaaaahhhhhhhhh” Even in her moaning, she tried to keep her voice down, but her face looked almost as if she were having an orgasm. She looked so sexy, squatting there, her landing-strip trimmed pussy on display, and I could bear the lust no longer. I stepped on the other side of the washing machine, so that she couldn’t see me below my torso, though she knew full well what I desperately needed to do. She nodded sympathetically at me, and I unzipped my pants and stroked my self lightly. I had barely touched myself, before my knees buckled as I shot my load at the laundry machine just before me, moaning with the pleasure, I just couldn’t take it any longer. Mrs. Clarkson just closed her eyes and breathed heavily as she finished peeing forcefully into the litter box below her. When we emerged from the laundry room, Cassie, humiliated, had taken to her room, and there was now an entirely different situation to be dealt with, Debbie, in her peeing pleasure, had apparently then taken to rubbing herself to an orgasm, much to the pleasure of the onlooking guys. Susan and Debbie were now fighting over this. “I had to Susan! you know I have sexual hang-ups! Guys haven’t looked at me with as much desire as these guys did tonight in ages! I’m sorry, but this was the first orgasm I’ve had in weeks Susan! Have some empathy!” Debbie pleaded to my stepmom. “Jesus Christ Debbie! You and I aren’t drinking together again for a long while!” My stepmom snapped angrily. The fighting continued for a long while, and pretty soon the “real” strippers showed up, and were made to leave, having been explained that the party was over. My dad still tipped them for showing up though. The next day, Cassie didn’t seem to mind the incident a bit, and treated it as though it were just some big, quirky, comedie-of-errors like episode. As for Mrs. Clarkson, we never mentioned the incident directly ever again, but the first day back in class she did ask me, “You done any laundry lately Alex?” Smiling at me as she said it. I blushed and didn’t respond, and that was it, the closest we ever came to talking about it together. Often times, when I take a puff or two from a joint, my mind drifts back to that fateful, sexy, homecoming evening.
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  15. Hiya~ It has been a little bit so I thought I would post another story for you all! This happened the last time I played Dnd (Dungeons and Dragons) I recently moved cross country for my job and had to leave behind simply the best group of people I have ever known. Of course I was weepy and refused to lose contact so we setup a weekly dnd game over something called roll20 (basically specialized and upgraded discord). We all had our webcams and comfy clothes on and LOTS of coffee/drinks. My fiance, the DM, was in the other room so our mics did not interfere with each other. Personally I was wearing these super soft and comfy floral pants with a nightshirt at the time. So we get going and everyone is super excited to be playing and we are all munching and sipping. I had been at work late that day and was a little burnt so I was chugging coffee. By the one hour mark I had to pee. It wasn't too bad and I figured a break was coming up anyways. Another hour goes by and I am wiggling in my seat. To the others it looked like I was just excited. I was about at a 9/10 at this point. I kept trying to catch my fiance's eye through the webcam, but that is really hard to do. 30 more minutes go by and I am crossing and uncrossing my legs. We were in the middle of a fight now and I am way too shy to get up and go. Something exciting happened and we all cheered. Mine cut off quickly as I leaked. Bad. I was so excited that I forgot to keep holding it for a second and full on pissed for a good second. I paniced and started PMing my fiance to pause for me, but I was saved by one of the other players asking for a break. I LITERALLY ran to the bathroom, which was in the same room as my fiance. I jumped on the toilet, barely got my pants down and peed for like a minute straight. About halfway through I noticed my fiance cackling from the other room. I had forgotten to close the door in my panic. He thought the whole thing was highly amusing and yeah...it kinda was. I was only a little wet (relatively) and in a really good mood so I didn't change and went back to playing much relieved.
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  16. Hey everyone!!! I would like to start off by saying thank you all for the support throughout the last few stories I wrote, It really means a lot! I am very excited to write more about my experiences and share them all with you. Tonight I decided to do a little challenge that I wrote up for my girlfriend, but I thought I might as well try it out too. I basically have to make it through an entire movie without wetting myself but also complete a series of challenges throughout. Here is the complete challenge. "This challenge consists of you watching a movie while you are desperate, however you must change the position you are in at the specified times. You must be fully clothed, and your pants must have a tight or semi-tight waistband. 1.Start off the challenge by getting to the point where you only kind of need to pee 2.Pick a movie of your choice (must be at least 1 hr 45 min long) i. If it is longer, then you may use the remainder of the movie as a break. 3.Drink 6-8 oz every 15 minutes 4.There are going to be 4 positions that you must be in while watching the movie. You have to stay in each one for 15 min and you will get a 15 min break in between each one so set your timer!!! You must complete the positions in this order i.Your computer must be on your legs with your arms crossed on top of your bladder so they press down. ii. Put your computer on your bladder. Press down on your bladder every 5 minutes iii. Lay on your stomach while on a hard surface. You have to rock your hips so that your bladder presses into the ground iv. Sit with you computer in between your legs. You can hold yourself every other minute (one minute on and one minute off) 5. Like I said before you do get 15 minute breaks in between each position. You may choose any position you like as long as you are comfortable. That being said, there are rules to the breaks. i.You can cross your legs for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 they must not be crossed ii.You can hold yourself for 7.5 minutes, the other 7.5 you cannot. iii. If the movie is longer than 1 hr 45 min then you are allowed to do everything you can to hold on. 6. If you make it all the way to the end of the movie there is one more thing you have to do. i.You must go into your bathroom and sit (fully clothed) on the toilet for 5 minutes. ii.After completing this, you are free to take off everything but your underwear to relieve yourself." I have already had a bit to drink tonight and already feel like I have to go a bit. I honestly have no clue how hard this is going to be, but I will not give up easily. I know some of you already know what I look like, but I am around 6 feet tall, tan, not necessarily skinny or a big guy, I have brown hair, and green eyes. I decided to wear some blue joggers with a tight elastic waistband as well as some light grey boxers underneath. For the movie, I decided to watch Incredibles 2. I have loved the Incredibles since I was a child, and I am so hyped to get to finally watch the second one. I won't really be able to type while I am going the challenge, but I will do my absolute best to cover everything that happens! Alright everyone, with all of that settled, here we go!!! Alright so at the very beginning I had to pee, but not too bad. The first challenge wasn't too hard. Having my arms crossed over my relatively not full bladder was actually pretty comfortable. I actually got to sit and enjoy the movie! Being in this specific situation all I could do was anticipate the ocean of pee that was about to be inside of me. I thought I would be able to make it no problem. Boy was I wrong!!! I got through about 20 minutes and 16 oz of water with absolutely no problem. I was doing just fine. Boom! All of that water that I had just started racing through me and all of the sudden I jumped from about a 4/10 to a 7/10. All of my muscles were tensing up and it became extremely hard to move without any difficulty. I was watching the movie on my bed and even trying to sit up was becoming a problem for me. I was not going to give up until the challenge was over though. I knew that I could make it, and I was absolutely determined to make it all of the way through the entire movie with no problems. I eventually got the the second challenge, and I put my computer right on top of my bladder so that it was digging into me ad I was watching the movie. The waistband on my joggers was not helping at all. It was already digging into me, and I was squirming the entire time trying to find the absolute best position so that I was comfortable. It wasn't going to happen though. I was going to have to sit there, just trying to make it through the next 15 minutes. I began squirming and trying to rock back and forth, but I quickly realized that by rocking it would make my computer press further into my bladder. I kept getting small pings at the bottom of my bladder telling me that I should use the restroom, but I wasn't going to. I wasn't going just give up within the first hour. I just couldn't do that. Ace is stronger than that. Once my break came I quickly downed my next 8 oz of water so that I could focus only on trying to keep myself together. I was crossing my legs and trying my best not to hold myself so I would be able to later during the break. My breathing began to get deep and heavy. All I could focus on was trying to find the most comfortable position I could be in for my breaks so that I might be able to take some of the pressure off of my bladder. My waistband wouldn't allow it though. If I laid down then the skin around my bladder would stretch and put pressure all over and make me whimper. If I sat up then my joggers would just dig right into me and make my need even worse. I pressed down onto my bladder just to see how full it actually was. As I pressed I realized that despite how bad I needed to go already, my bladder was not even hard yet. I was able to easily press into it. Even though it caused me to leak and whimper, It gave me hope for the rest of the challenge. I still had a lot of room to spare. I couldn't bring my hopes up too far though. I still had about 1 hr 15 min left in the movie which meant about 40 more oz to drink. I had only had 24 at the time so by the end of the challenge I would have nearly tripled the amount I already had flowing through me. I heard my timer go off and I immediately downed another 8 oz of water, got into the third position and set my new timer. I was laying down on my floor with my computer out in front of me. Because of the particular way I was positioned I had to be up on my elbows the entire time. This stretched out the skin around my lower abdomen which put even more pressure down onto me. On top of that I had to lay on my stomach on my floor. I was right on top of my bladder. While it wasn't all to bad at first, I was still squirming, breathing heavily, and whimpering. I felt a dribble of pee try to force its way out of my bladder, but I was able to stop the flow before anything happened. It wasn't until I felt all of the water I had just chugged make its way into my bladder that I began to panic. i was only about six minutes into this position and I felt my bladder begin to harden like a rock. I swear I felt my bladder begin to push me off of the ground the more it grew. I began to wince in pain as I got more and more full. I started rocking side to side on my bladder as the instructions specified. It felt like I was rolling on top of one of those exercise balls. I would get to the center of my bladder and just fall over to one side because of how full and round it was. I had managed pretty well keeping my pee inside of me until this point. Every time I was move to one direction I felt my bladder slowly push pee out of itself and into my grey boxers. I was on the floor, on my stomach, I could grab myself or cross my legs without putting even more pressure on my already full bladder. I just had to endure. I kept leaking though. I just couldn't stop it from coming out. I made about a tennis ball sized wet spot on my floor, and an even bigger patch on my pants. I was so happy to finally be able to get up after the fifteen minutes were over. I could barely stand laying on the floor anymore when I heard my timer fire off. Out of pure reflex I shot up from the floor. Let me tell you, that was a very bad decision. The quick motion, and the jolt of my body caused my bladder to spasm and I let out a huge spurt of pee. I immediately crossed my legs and grabbed myself. That's when I remembered that I had to drink more water. I cursed myself for attempting this challenge, but I was not going to let it get the best of me. I am no quitter, and I was for sure going to make it all the way through. Either that or wet myself, which at the time didn't seem like such a far fetched thought. I grabbed my bottle and drank the next 8 oz of water, and immediately regretted it as it instantly started making its way into my already overfilled bladder. I was grabbing myself and and crossing my legs completely disregarding the amount of time on the clock. This was a very bad decision, by the time that 8 minutes passed I had completely used up the allotted tie for me to hold myself and cross my legs. "Why did I do that?!?!?!?!?!?!" I thought to myself as I prepared myself for the next few minutes of agony just waiting for the time to pass. I was leaking uncontrollably. Just feeling the warmth trickle down my legs made everything so much worse. My whole body was shaking and I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it much longer. I had to though. I was so freaking close to my goal. I had about 30 more minutes left in the movie, and I was already a wet mess. I watched the clock count down to zero as my next challenged approached me. I was dreading it. I couldn't spread open my legs! I would wet myself. I had to push through though. My heart sank as I heard my timer go off. How could I possibly have more to drink? Even at this point I felt like I would burst and let it all go if someone poked my bladder. I didn't have any more room!!! I just had to put my body on auto pilot and let myself drink the next 8 oz. Hearing the water splash around in my bottle made a huge spurt come out of me and soak my already wet joggers even more. Nevertheless, I had to complete this next challenge. I set my timer for fifteen minutes and placed my computer between my legs. As I did this I felt all of my muscles tense up and lock. I couldn't move. If I did I would wet myself. All I could do was hold myself every other minute, but that wouldn't be enough. I had a tsunami of pee just waiting at the floodgates ready to come out. I couldn't hold it much longer. It took all of my will power to not completely soak myself while I was not holding. I wasn't able to stop leaking, but I was able to keep just enough control so that I didn't full on wet myself and soak all of my clothes and my floor. I started to feel my kidneys working against me again. I felt them trying their hardest to force all of the water I just had into my bursting bladder. I was shaking, and I couldn't focus on the movie anymore. All I could do was watch the clock in order to make sure I was able to use each minute to my advantage. When I could hold myself I put all of my effort into trying to gain control of my body. When I couldn't hold myself all I could think was "Do not wet yourself! YOU CAN MAKE IT! Please don't let go now! You only have twenty minutes left! Come on!!!!". I could feel my boxers sticking to me, and the warm and wet sensation on my legs was making it near impossible to hold it all in. As soon as my timer rang, my legs shot together like bullets. I lurched forward and both of my hands shot straight to my crotch. I was too full. I only had about 15 more minutes in the challenge though. I could make it. I wasn't going to give up this close to the end. I couldn't do that. It would be humiliating and I knew that if I tried my hardest I would be able to make it. I stood up and started pacing round my room. Back and forth between walls. I was waiting in anticipation for the movie to end so I could finish the rest of the challenge. I was bursting, I couldn't hold it anymore. Every single step was another leak. It made no difference though. My bladder was too full to know the difference after the leaks. The back of my joggers had a huge wet spot where I had been sitting for the last position. I couldn't walk in a straight line. I couldn't focus on anything other than holding everything in. That's when I heard the last timer go off. I started to leave my room. I made sure to grab a measuring tool, on my way down to the bathroom because a few people have asked how much I can actually hold. After this, I immediately grabbed my phone and hobbled down he stairs. I left a trail of pee behind me as I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I had one more challenge to complete and I wasn't sure I could do it. I lifted up the lid to my toilet and immediately after seeing the water in there began to loose control. I fell to my knees and grabbed myself. I couldn't loose it all right here. I was so close. "Come on Ace!!!" I chanted in my head trying to regain all control so I could finish out the rest of this hellish challenge. After another minute I was able to get onto my feet and sit myself down on the toilet. I set down my measuring tool and immediately set a timer for the last 5 minutes of the challenge. I was whimpering. My bladder was throbbing and my muscles were fatigued. I had about 3 minutes left and I had my eyes glued on my timer. Ever second felt like an eternity. I was trying my best not to think about the sweet relief of letting go, but I couldn't stop myself. That was all I could think about. I was so freaking close to the end!!! One more minute on the clock. I was shaking all over and gripping myself as hard as I possibly could. My bladder was screaming at me for relief. I couldn't hold anymore. I was bursting. I couldn't stop leaking. I couldn't hold it anymore. I had ten seconds left, and those last ten seconds were spent plugging myself so I couldn't let anything out. RING RING RING!!!! My timer went off, and as if they were in sync so did my pants. I did my best to pee into my measuring too. It felt almost orgasmic. I was getting worried though. I still had to go really bad, and I was filling up this cup fast. Sure it was able to hold 4 cups (960 ml), but I wasn't sure it was going to be big enough. I didn't even think about having to stop mid stream so that I could accurately measure. I was getting close to the top of my cup and I had to think fast. I settled on plugging myself up again which was painful and made the next few seconds of dumping out what was in the cup into the toilet feel like forever. Immediately after I dumped it out my bladder began pushing all of the pee out of me once more. It was finally after about one minute of peeing that I completely stopped. I had reached about 5.2 cups (1248) ml. I felt so extremely relieved at that point. My bladder was just thanking me for the sweet relief that I just got and I was ready to head to bed. My entire body was exhausted after that long hold, and it was also a lot of fun. I really hope that you all enjoy my story! I am trying really hard to post a story at least once ever couple days to that you all have fresh new content. I have said it before, but I will say it again, thank you all for the support and love that you have given me throughout the past few days. Please let me know if there is anything that I can do in order to make my stories better!!! But anyways, Goodnight everyone! I will be posting another story tomorrow.
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  17. how about a woman trying to hold it through a long bike ride to the supermarket on a hot day and she unknowingly drank diuretics that her son put in her water bottle.
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  18. Raiden scanned over the compound, noting the patrol routes of the PMC soldiers. From what he had gathered, the main database inside held important intel pertaining to the Patriots... and any intel he could get his hands on was invaluable. Though it was dark and rainy, he needed to keep as low a profile as possible, for fear that someone might order a wipe on the database should the alarm raise. Tossing his leather trenchcoat aside, he dropped down onto a roof inside the compound, making nary a sound. As he landed, a small red warning lit up on his heads-up display, "Nanomachine purge required" it read. A slight grunt, silently cursing as he felt a slight pressure in his lower abdomen. It was a small price to pay to become a cyborg like him; the majority of his body, and even his very blood replaced by nanomachines and cybernetics. For familiarity and convenience, the process of releasing damaged or spent nanomachine fluid was done in the same manner as urination in an organic human... although he had much 'harder' fail-safes in place. Shaking his head to clear it of stray thoughts, he returned his attention to the mission. He dropped to the ground and moved to the door of the building in front of him. The database was inside, he was sure. Entering, he moved over to what appeared to be the console, pulling a USB drive from a small pouch at his waist. Tapping into the console he used his nanomachines to bypass the password screen, and set the computer to copy all data to the drive. Otacon could sort through it later. The estimated wait time: ten minutes. Raiden let out a groan, but knew it was the faster choice. Peeking out of a window he noted that the masked soldiers outside seemed content to stick to their posts or patrol routes, which was fortunate. Suddenly, the notification appeared in his vision again, and this time it remained constant. He could only hope that his systems would hold out until he could get clear. He began to pace slightly, not having anything else to do until the download was complete. Minutes passed, although they felt like hours, and the download still wasn't done. Worse yet, the purge indicator in his vision was flashing quickly, and he felt an intense pressure between his legs besides. Tapping his foot he glared at the console as if it would speed up from intimidation value, but it merely loaded another tick on the bar as if to mock him. He resisted the urge to kick the machine in frustration. A minute later, and suddenly, the indicator went from red, to yellow, reading "Commencing emergency purge protocol..." and his heart sank. Feeling the pressure shift in his lower belly, he instinctively reached and clutched at himself, as if to hold his cybernetic urethra shut, but he knew it was no good; the purge had begun, and he felt the first warmth of spent nanomachine fluid enter the tight confines of his bodysuit, quickly spreading across his lap and beginning to trickle down his thighs. "N-no! Nonononoooooo..." He whined, feeling absolutely helpless... and for the first time in years, he was! The 'purge' continued for three minutes, every agonizing second counted down on his heads-up-display as he stood there, relieving himself and unable to stop. By the time the indicator hit zero and turned green. A puddle four feet across on average had formed under him, consisting of pale, lightly-glowing fluid. Had Raiden the blood to do so, he would have been blushing... instead, he was filled from head to toe with heat and embarrassment. He looked to the console and, noting that the download was complete, he ejected the drive and slipped it back into the pouch. He quickly made his way back to the roof... though the mission had been successful, he had hoped to leave less of a trace. It seemed he still had a long ways to go before he could live up to the legend of Solid Snake...
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  19. Oh this... this is beautiful.
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  20. In this naughty pissing video Sosha intentionally pees in her jeans in a public restroom, recording it all with her phone for us to watch. This video comes to us directly from Sosha, who filmed it herself on her phone. Needing to pee, she stops by a public bathroom but isn’t content to simply use the toilet like one typically would do. Instead, she enters a stall, sets up her phone so it is pointing at her, and intentionally pees in her jeans. After wetting her pants, she shows them off to the camera. She then proceeds to change into dry clothes and leaves the stall.
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  21. You've done some amazing work. Your drawing skills are phenomenal. I think I'd like to see a continuation of On the Way. She may be absolutely bursting now, but what will happen in the next hour when all that 68 ounces of peach tea is swimming and sloshing in her bladder as well as other liquids she might have had before that? I believe she is still stuck in that traffic jam and she hasn't moved yet. The highway has become flooded by the downpour and it is still pouring outside. I think her face would be all red with tears falling from her eyes and she'd be sweating more profusely from her agonizing need to pee. Since she isn't moving, she has her hands off the steering wheel and has instead lifted her skirt and shoved her hands down her panties to hold herself. She would also have a very prominent bladder bulge and her hands, her panties, her thighs and her car seat are all wet from how much she's been leaking. You could also show how terrible her need to pee is by having a bladder meter with MLs showing (She's holding 2484ml with all the peach tea and previous liquids processed) and the pee is right at the edge of her urethra about to squirt out again into her hands and panties. She's probably going to look even more frantic and have an urge to scream in agony from her terrible bladder pressure and the water temptations outside her car, like this is the worst she's had to pee in her life, but still refuses to pee in her cup out of pride even in such pain. I hope this description helped you out. Let me know if you need more details or have an idea you could implement into the image.
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  22. Some of my OC's adventures with omo as well as some omo fan art.
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    As of the 5th this month, I have been posting for 2 years already! I was so excited that I took the past week to gather up tons of diaper content from all the special little nooks and crannies I have and put them all here for your viewing pleasure. Since I'm trying to broaden my content a little I tried downloading videos I usually don't watch but others may enjoy and hoped to have added some models that have been highly requested. I really hope you all enjoy these videos and I will do my best to keep uploading until I get to DiaperedOnline and Diapermess and possibly others coming in June/July. Please comment with any questions or if you just really liked the videos! Included in folder: Poopy Panther Bella Marie Cheshire Penny Barber Kimmie Daisy Diapered Amateur Girls Miss Panda Pants Nikki Kaylalouise LoveRachelle Odette Many more! Types of Videos: Wetting Messing Masturbation Spanking Bondage Story JOI Public Pregnant Diaper Sex Enemas POV
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  24. This video was posted as a series of about 15 smaller videos on Twitter. I merged them into a single video for viewing convenience, but you'll still see the cuts. The video itself is a truly specacular hold though. 😄 Original poster is here: https://twitter.com/pbabygirl44 Nudity warning twitter @pbabygirl44 holding in grey panties and socks combined.mp4
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  25. Hiya! Etchyfox here! For those who do not know, I have an upcoming OMORPG called Lucky: Audition! I thought I would do something new and give everyone a chance to get to know the character in a fun and...Wet...AMA interview! Please comment your questions and Lucky will do her best to get to all of them! Good Luck!
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  26. Hiya all~ I thought I would let you all know about a quickly upcoming new OMORPG from Etchyfox! This is the story of Lucky and her audition to the best Magi academy in the world. Of course something goes horribly wrong with a potion and well... It ends up getting posted on this site... It will be a purely puzzle game with lot's of dialog and omo content! It should be a quick play through (a couple hours) but it has lot's of replay-ability as each scene can be triggered and changed based on your actions! The best part? Should all go well you may even be able to play it on your phones! Here are a few screenshots to "wet" your whistle! Hope you all like! Also, if you want to get to know the character before her grand release please go and ask her anything on this thread! Thanks and good luck~
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  27. Hello all! I forgot to update this thread! I have made two new ones dedicated to the game and the character Lucky herself. This is the OMORPG update thread! Go here if you want to get to know the character before the game!
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  28. I loved it, I hope you continue it 🙂
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  29. Not sure who Melanie is can you post a photo of her? We might be able to help better (as long as it's not on the banned to post list).
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  30. Hello all! I'm so glad my first post on here is doing well! Let's just say today has been a very omo-filled day. I did a hold earlier as I wrote my experience on wetting myself, and almost wet myself again! And tonight my boyfriend and I are trying something new, a holding contest! My boyfriend is a member on here as well. His name is AceJohnson! He's keeping a record of his experience of the holding contest as well, so both sides will be accounted for which is new and fun and fresh! As anyone who read my first story here knows, I am about 5'8-9ish and skinny, blonde and nothing much special. My boyfriend on the other hand is taller than me, has brown hair, and GORGEOUS green eyes. Like I'm talking show-stopping. If you're interested in how he looks, you can give his side a read. I know he talked about it. Anywhosie lets jump on into the fun shall we? So we start at about 7:30. We decide to drink 16 ounces every half an hour. Not so bad right? Yeah. I thought so too. To make things a bit spicier I suggest we have punishment for whoever looses. We decide his will be that he has to edge himself at least once per hour. He isn't aloud to get off at all, and I am aloud to tease him in anyway I'd like. Mine is that I have to edge myself all day, and hold myself right over the edge for five minutes per hour. Yikes. Something you all don't know about me, and are about to know is that while my bladder may not be huge, I have the will power of a hundred oxen. So though I may not have the advantage physically, boy can I last while desperate. First half an hour passes and I feel nothing. I don't exactly know what I'm up against here as I've never done a hold with him before. All I know is he is probably better than I am, because hey, it doesn't take much to be better than me, but I'm going to give it a hundred and ten percent. I can't wait to tease him. As we round off to an hour I start feeling the urge and it's big. I scold myself. I've only had thirty two ounces! I get pretty desperate pretty fast. About half an hour later, and poof! Gone! Someone who knows anatomy please tell me what the deal is because that really isn't cool. I felt so desperate and I don't want to be beat by him! My boyfriend could tell straight away that I was pretty desperate and ready to just go. Of course, even then I was NOT going to give up. I was prepared to stand there, or sit, or lay there, until I wet myself. I'm not prepared to throw in the towel anytime soon. It's almost two hour in as I'm writing this and the urge is kinda sorta there. Maybe the position I'm in as I write is good, or writing in taking my mind off of things, either way I bet I'm going to win! Okay I hope so at least Just passed the two hour mark and I kinda have to go a lot more now. I'm here bouncing and can't even sit still. Of course I'm not gonna let Ace know this. He thinks he has this in the bag but I'm willing to be here all night long. As long as it takes. In fact I'm quite looking forward to teasing him tomorrow. Theres just so many options of how to get him turned on. I can hardly sit still but Marlee isn't a quitter! I feel my bladder bulging out right now. He keeps asking me to press down so he can see my face as I do. Although I try to keep myself composed, all I want to do is whine and moan as I press. I'm going to try to just relax myself that way I can last longer than him. We are about two hours and fifteen minutes in and I can not stop myself from feeling aroused. It definitely doesn't help my situation so I'm trying to think of anything else. Of course having to write about how desperate you are while trying to forget about how desperate you are is pretty hard and stupid if you ask me. So yeah um. While I'd like to say I'm thriving I am going TO LITERALLY BURN IN MY OWN PERSONAL HELL OKAY TWO HOURS AND TWENTY TWO MINUTES IN SOMEONE HELP ME I'M TELLING HIM THAT I'M CHILL AND NOT DESPERATE BUT LIKE IT'S SO PAINFULLY FUCKING OBVIOUS OH MY GOD I'M GONNA WET MYSELF RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT. RIGHT NOW. OH LORD. HELP HELP HELP Okay well long story short we're two and a half hours in. As you may be able to tell the last few minutes have been very dramatic for me. Basically I leaked like a lot (this dress that I'm wearing has taken a real beating let me tell you). I have to FUCKING PEE but Ace is so freaking close. The more he moans and groans and gets closer, the more power I get to imagine how absolutely fun it's going to be teasing him. He is so so close and of course he's a good bluff. That's what makes it better. When he gets to the point where he'd beyond being able to bluff then I know I'm in business I literally just drank more because I want to see him crash and burn. I even drank more than I was supposed to but my goodness I am going to stay calm. I figured out a system if I just walk around my living room, although I'm leaking a little bit every single step, I am also constantly holding myself. Like it's bad. I'm trying to bluff and relax him because the more I get him relaxed, the easier it'll be for him to let go. I'm so close to a win! I can taste it! He's moaning and groaning and I know that someone like Ace wouldn't just do this to be dramatic. I keep bending over and I walk in circles around my living room. If he doesn't go in the next ten minutes, I will. Well okay! Long story short, I had him on the phone and he just couldn't hold it. Freaking great timing too. The moment he started going, I felt a warm sensation down my legs, I sprinted (legit sprinting) to the bathroom and slamming the door only to sit and finally feel the sweet relief on the toilet. Thank the lord. I was not about to lose to him but a minutes later and I would've. Needless to say tomorrow will be very fun!
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  32. it's very beautiful i love you
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  33. Sounds like this poor girl has got herself into a horrifying situation doesn't it? I thought about visualizing it in that way, like you can see the absolute horror in her eyes. It doesn't sound like she's so concerned about getting to the anime convention on time now. What are the chances that she'll start screaming from her worst bladder torment?
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  34. Nice! I especially like the first panel, it portrays a nice desperate character without having her overdo the reaction. Good job!
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  35. From the album: Here4theFun's Digital Art

    Following the event's after Locked Laura: Dottie hadn't had time to relieve herself in the morning, so after a large coffee and an entire bottle of water she was positively bursting. The bathrooms were overcrowded with other desperate girls after the three hour lecture so she decided her best bet of getting some relief was walking to her and Laura's dorm room. After the ten minute walk to the complex nursing her bloated bladder all the way and fidgeting with the keys she managed to get inside only to discover the bathroom door locked. She had completly failed to remember it was Laura's day off so she was probably having some beauty time in the bathroom. Dottie though she could wait arround a bit and hop in the bathroom as soon as Laura got out, but apparently her roomate was taking her time and hogging the toilet. So after waiting nearly 20 minutes and feeling her bladder about to explode she decided the wait was over. She did not take into account Laura would decide that very moment to take revenge for last weeks prank. Dottie couldn't believe it , she was going to wet her pants if she didn't do something, the pressure was too much ! Maybe she could decrease the mess if she took her jeans of, she thought. It was at that very moment when the dam broke, pee gushing down her legs and wetting her hald pulled jeans acompanied with the most orgasmic feeling she had ever felt. She stood there consumed by bliss, pee spurting out of her pussy with decreasing force and making a big puddle on the ground. Dottie decided there and then to do that again.
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  36. Version 1.0.0

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    Title says it all, a couple of vignettes of a school girl desperate to pee, having an accident, and then having sex to prevent witnesses from telling. Cute panties, cute accident scenarios, typical sex. Enjoy, Rach
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  37. Peeing your pants in public can be dangerous, as Sosha experiences in this video where she is almost run over while crossing the street. In this daring public wetting video, we find Sosha desperate to pee along a busy city street. She is waiting to cross at a crosswalk but is clearly fidgeting and holding herself at times. Finally, the pedestrian signal changes and she is able to cross the street. However, it is too late; As she crosses the street she starts to pee in her jeans. Then, as she is peeing herself, she almost gets hit by a minivan. Even though she is in the crosswalk and the pedestrian signal shows her having the right of way, the minivan only stops at the last possible moment. Still, in the midst of peeing in her jeans, Sosha angrily glares at the minivan’s driver before running off for privacy.
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  38. I can answer both questions 🙂 A lot of the women in Japanese wetting include pantyhose with their business attire., so if you do want to see for yourself those are pretty common. Pantyhose isn't really absorbent because of the material and how sheer it is, pee will just flow through it. It's good for video and photos as it does make it glisten in the light and can show the wet trail if it's a light denier. With wet pantyhose is loses it's silky feeling and kinda becomes clingy lol bit weird feeling but I like it. As for the second question, for me personally it kinda brings a lot of blood down to the nether regions, which somewhats distracts from the bladder desperation feeling but intensifies the feeling to climax. So in retrospect, it does help and it doesn't lol. Btw this feeling isn't the same as using my hand to hold while I pee dance when I'm desperate, that's more like a helping hand feeling for my bladder muscles.
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  39. Part 6 Renate was sitting beside me on a bark bench. The wind was blowing cool at the girls nude knees and at the naked skin of her slim thighs. Her usual extreme flat belly was round and swollen. Unbelievable, how big her bladder has gotten, this ball of urine was bulging out from her lower abdomen. How i wanted to touch her swollen belly, to feel how hard and firm it was, how i wanted to push this bladder back in the girls abdomen, to make the urge and the need to wee for her stronger. I tried to imagine how much "girl-wee" she was holding and how much more she would be able to hold. If i only had time to test this, i would have made her hold some hours more, but i had not even one hour, so i had to use this short time. I wanted to talk about her strong urge, about her ability to hold it longer and about her wet panties. She had one hand on her tummy to cover her bulging bladder, she pressed soft on it and moaned from her need and her bladder pain. "Is it that bad" i asked and she said " it is more than bad, it hurt`s so much, i have no words to tell anybody how bad i am needing to wee!" I thought to myself, that is no wonder, she did not pee since she did get up at 7 am, she needed to go long before noon, but i made her wait all day long, i did not let her go! All that, what i made her drink, was still in her bladder, that thing in her belly must be full to explode. Not full enough for me, a girls bladder can never be full enough. Renate squeezed hard her naked thighs with both hands and bended over, she looked at me and said" are you satisfied now, to see me suffer like this? Are you satisfied, to make a girl nearly crazy from needing to wee so bad, is it that what you want, to torture my poor bladder so much that i nearly loose my mind, is it that what a sadist like, what he loves, is it that what you love?" I was so aroused, that i could not think clear, i was so horny from that situation, i could not hide it, so i said " i am not just a sadist for bursting girl bladders, i am a masochist too, i need to piss very bad and my bladder is total overfilled too, but i like that, i love it. To feel my own painful urge and to think that Renate had so much more to drink, made me more horny. To imagine how big her bladder must have been, to hold so much urine inside and how strong her urge must have been to let it out, made me nearly cum in my pants. I think that she really did suffer and that is was total painful for her, but on the other hand, she was a little bit proud of her strong bladder and she was aroused from this situation. She looked at my lower abdomen and at my crotch and said " that bulge is not only from you bladder, or?" Sorry, i have to stop now, i`ll soon write the last part from Renate and me.
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  40. Pardon my asking, but could you please draw my OC Atsuko? Perhaps holding/peeing outdoors or otherwise in public? I would love you forever
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  41. IDK, probably just getting you mixed up with one of the other artists around here. Also yes, I was thinking she'd be enjoying it.
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  42. Very nice! Must be hard for her hearing/seeing her friend pee while she refuses to go herself. Definitely gets my seal of approval!
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  43. Hello everybody. The Spring Festival(Chinese New Year ) is coming. There wiil be many outdoor concert performance in citytown Tens of thousands of people will enter into the urban area. the police will be very busy during the 6-7hours celebrations.Two of my female friends are recruited as volunteer。 Their duty is to patrol the alleys which nearby square ,plaza ,concert. They will prevent bursting girls from squatting and urinating so many people are in square,longtime party.and firework show.you can find long queue of ladys room .the queue is hopless for bursting girls. not every girls can ctrl a full bladder.Desperation girls will rush into the remote alleys ,take down underwear ,splash waster water. In china this is a violation.policewoman and volunteers will go on a tour of inspection it every hour。
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  44. Milf desperation and wetting. Panty Wet Milf .mp4
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  45. 3D Custom Girl

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    3D Custom Girl (3Dカスタム少女), often dubbed '3DCG', is a game developed by TechArts3D for designing a female character with 3d information. Its original focus was on adult content, but it has since been expanded in many ways such that it can simply be considered a character creation, posing, and animation program. NO ACTUAL PEEING ANIMATION BUT ONLY STATIC PEE STREAM System Requirements: Supported OS: Windows 2000 / XP / Vista / 7 DirectX9.0 or higher CPU: Pentium4 1.4 GHz or higher Free RAM: 128 MB or more. Graphics card: NVIDIA's Geforce FX5700 or better, ATI's RADEON 9600 or higher (More than GeForce Go 7800 graphics card for those who use a laptop does not work ) Sound card: Instrument WAVE, DirectSound compatible board Hardware: Requires 3 button Mouse Might require using either Applocale OR Japanese system language. Bugs For some reason you can't take snapshots while in full-screen mode. Some tutorials how to setup Setting system locale in Win7 https://forum.suprba...d.php?tid=44402 and use 3DCG Youtube tutorial how to use posing tools
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  46. Rainbow Dash rocked and bounced on her cloud couch, her hooves pressed into her crotch. At least half a dozen empty cans sat on the cushion to her right. The sound of rain pelting against the roof of her house was a constant reminder of the predicament she had put herself in. If not for the pesky weather, she surely would've been outside, racing and flying as if it were any other day. Just a little longer... She glanced up to the clock. Time had slowed to a snail's pace since she had started her hold early that morning. Now, it was late in the afternoon. The hands stayed still, almost to spite the needy mare. Just ten more minutes. Dash crossed her hind hooves, still bobbing and bouncing. She looked over her living room, old magazines and books sprawled all over the floor and tables. Her eyes managed to wonder to the bathroom door. It sat ajar, the toilet in sight, almost daring her to give up on the silly little charade and take a seat. How relieving it would be... Just to finally let go... Hss- RD gasped, her hooves returning to her crotch. Her coat felt damp- she had leaked. O... Only a little bit. She sighed, her chin resting on her chest. Her bladder protruded slightly, contrasting with her slim figure. How much did I drink? She looked back up to the clock. Seven minutes. Rainbow Dash stood up, unable to sit any longer. She slowly paced in front of the couch, taking moments to make sure she wouldn't lose it before time was up. RD continued for a minute or so, before stopping suddenly. A jet of hot pee collided with the floor beneath her. She squeezed her eyelids shut, her hind hooves buckling into each other, quivering and shivering as she tried to keep the flood in. Not yet! You are not going yet! As soon as it seemed like things were under control, she hobbled behind the couch, heading into the kitchen. She walked over to her refridgerator, opening it and pulling out the first thing she saw; a full bottle of water. I gotta make up for what I lost... She used her right wing to unscrew the cap, bringing it up to her lips and chugging it down. She could feel herself leaking more out as she put more liquid into her system. Her lower body shivered, begging the crazy girl to stop! Yet, she would not. She finished off the bottle, sitting it down beside the fridge before closing the door. Rainbow Dash came back into the living room, looking back up at the clock. Two more minutes... Her bladder ached at the thought. She walked over to the bathroom door, taking awkward steps as she made her way over. Her body shivered, the thought of relief being so close by almost too much to bear. 60, 59, 58 RD entered the bathroom, staring down at the toilet. The lid was closed, not allowing herself to even think about giving in before her time was up. Her breaths were quick and jagged, pacing in front of it, leaking each time she raised her hooves. 50, 49, 48- A groan escaped her, a large spurt running down her leg. She held her right forehoof to her crotch, forcing it back momentarily. 40... 39... 38 Pee forced it's way out, splattering on the floor. RD was on the verge of losing it, yet she still didn't give up. 33... 32.. 31- "Ah-!" A particularly large leak had stolen her attention. Her whole body quivered and shook, the flood-gates straining to keep the rest of it in. 20... 19... 18... RD pushed the lid up, standing up and plopping down onto the seat. Her legs twitched and bounced, yet time had still not ran out. Ten... Nine... Eight... A spurt rushed out, crashing against the porcelain. Seven... Six... Five... Her hind hooves uncrossed, spreading as widely as they could. Four... Three... Two... Rainbow Dash forced her hooves into her bladder. One! An jet of hot pee rushed out of her, uninterrupted. A wave of relief and ecstacy crashed inside RD's mind, she removed her forehooves, trying to keep the feeling alive longer. Her head fell back, a small smile on her face. "I really need to do this more often." She sighed. Soon, the powerful jet soon came to a trickle. RD cleaned herself up, flushed the toilet then went out into the living room. A line of wet spots had been trailed across the living room, a particularly large one on and in front of the couch. Celestia, I made a mess.
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  47. Sorry for the delay guys, but I've been terribly busy. Hope you'll like the update! A Proper Lady Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Cora, Robert Setting: pre-serie (around 1890) Warning for this chapter: desperation, wetting. Chapter 5 – Lemonade It was a sunny morning of July, and being summer, their schedule was pretty tight: they had meetings almost every day, picnics and strolls that took place in all the Yorkshire. Barons and Lords and Dukes getting busy on hoard the perfect day to have as many guests as possible, a choice which usually ended up to be the weekends. The summer season was the best one whenever they turned up to be in London – that was what Robert said – but for Cora, being only her second year in England, traveling around the countryside, each day into a different direction, was way more exciting than choosing the best ballroom in a noisy city. Of course, her husband had been there all his life and London had to be more interesting to him, still, at the idea of exploring yet another manor like hers, different woods and admiring the nature, made her feel happy. After all, she'd been living all her life between Cincinnati and New York and the gentle and quiet hills of the Yorkshire were her ultimate dreams. In any case, despite their preference, being one of the newlywed couples left them no choice: they had to live the mundane life of their land, which meant strolls, hunting, trip to lakes and picnics. Cora was happy and for that, Robert was too. And a picnic indeed was what they would attend today, at five o'clock, to make the tea hour a little more interesting. Actually, she was looking for it, curious how those impeccable Brits would do to break their beloved routines and traditions. Cora sighed heavily, glancing up at the clock in the small library. How terrible to be alone at that time of the day. Yes, by five she would have been with hundreds of people, chatting and gossiping and eating and drinking yet the waiting hours were terrible: Robert was out and he promised to be at home just in time to leave with her and Violet, who was busy taking a nap to prepare her skin for her beauty treatment, driving her maid crazy because she wouldn't be pleased with anything. She smiled, sympathizing with her maid. She still had more than an hour, for the clock read half past two, before she needed to get ready – visit the loo and checking on her makeup and dress -, meet the family outside and jump into the carriage to reach the station, where a train would take them to Driffield, where the picnic would've taken place. Cora stretched blindly her hand to her side, gripping the cold glass resting on the table at her left, and brought it to her lips. She gulped down the entire amount of water that was in it and put the empty glass back. With a smile, she acknowledged she'd emptied her whole pitcher. She was happy, because the doctor said to stay hydrated in preparation of the afternoon in the countryside and she accepted more than merrily the suggestion of drinking as much as possible: she was planning on stuffing her bladder as much as she could, emptying it right before leaving so she could benefit the extra space for her pee during the picnic without stressing about getting desperate. That was her plan and she was sure it would work. Or, at least, it could be an experiment, see what would suit her most; after all, she needed to find a solution that could work with her body. By now, Cora was experiencing the odd sensation of her stomach's slow expansion. The water inside of her had stretched the wall of her bladder and even though she didn't feel exactly desperate to pee, she could definitely say she was full: the water within her swung each time she took a stronger breath, deliciously blubbing when she suddenly changed position. She decided to store it in until it was time for her to leave, optimizing her time and room for the afternoon because she could bet there would be tea and lemonade and other things to try and she wouldn't enjoy any of those if she had to worry about her bladder. And enjoy her day was what she wanted to do indeed. Cora sighed contentedly, resuming the reading she'd left behind. More than an hour to distract herself would work just fine on her body, plus she was in the middle of her favorite part of the novel. She read with eagerness ten pages or more and when the end of the chapter showed up with a blank page, she sighed with a melancholic smile upon her face; she loved that part and now she was just sad it was over. It took her way less time to finish than her usual, she had eaten up paragraph after paragraph. Cora stretched her back, closing her book with her finger between the pages as it was a bookmark. Her other hand, however, went straight to her abdomen. She brushed her fingers down to the length of her protruding bladder, a small bulge this time, for her corset only pressed on her ribcage, leaving half of her belly free – her maid had chosen that one particularly so she could move more freely on the grass since she was supposed to sit on blankets and so on, very spartan – the swell of her bladder popped out from beneath the constriction, she was sure it was only the smallest part of it and that smallest part was rock hard under her dress, a cottony one, very light and soft. She spread her legs a little under her skirt, a movement that from outside it wasn't noticeable, and went for a tiny push on the lower part of her bulge. She felt the water within her work its way down fast and she slapped immediately her knees back together. She cleared her throat and leaned the back of her neck the pillow behind her head. It was comfortable. Maybe closing her eyes and drifting away for a bit, it would help her stretching her bladder her little more without having to worry about feeling desperate. Sleeping would help her for sure. Cora got comfortable enough with her position and five minutes later, hand on her groin as she cradled her firm bulge with her fingers to give herself a little support, she drifted away. Se woke up not more than ten minutes later to the hellish cry of her husband calling her name. Cora jolted up on her seat, hissing when the sudden movements almost made her leak due to the unbelievable amount of liquid inside her bladder. She frowned deeply, opting for a quick rub of her crotch before resting her hand on the joint of her groin. She was sure she hadn't slept a lot, not more than ten minutes, then why was she hearing Robert calling her name like that, as she was terribly late? She glanced up at the clock.. which still read a quarter past one: the hands hadn't moved a bit from her last check. “Oh no.” Cora mumbled in shock. “Cora, what are you doing here?” Robert sighed harshly when he found her lying on the couch, a book in her hand “We've been waiting for you, we'll be late!” “The clock-” She stuttered, pointing roughly at it “I thought I had time!” Then she realized it must've been neglected and nobody had charged it. Now that she thoughtof that, she didn't see anyone attending to the library clocks since she came down, early in the morning. “We'll miss the train now, c'mon.” Robert stretched his hand in her direction, trying to spur her up. “I- I can't I'm not ready, I-” She stood up rather fumblingly and gripped his hand in support. Her bladder felt so heavy now. “You're beautiful, darling.” He hinted a quick yet sincere smile and bent down to kiss her cheek. “Let's go now, mama will lose her mind in a minute.” “Robert, I need to use the loo.” She blushed deeply, rubbing her thighs together allusively. “Cora.. it's almost three o'clock.” He sighed, rolling his eyes thoughtfully “You'll go at the station. Can you hold it until there?” He proposed, his eyes full of hope. Cora swallowed hard. If the choice was hers, she'd go right away, but of course it wasn't. They were terribly late, maybe they would've even lost the train and then.. then Robert was practically begging her. She wanted to save themselves from Violet's wrath and proudly talking, she wanted to show him she was stronger than she looked like – and a little smarter than she actually felt, for drinking more water than she should have. Her timing really needed to get better or else it would've been her ultimate undoing. “Yes, I can.” She nodded. “I don't have to go that bad.” She lied, knowing already she would regret the decision, Violet's voice, reminding her to empty her bladder each time before leaving home, ringing in loop inside her brain. Not that she could do much about it. “I know, toilets at the station are not exactly Buckingham Palace, but-” Robert tried, almost pulling her from her elbow toward the front door. “I don't mind.” Cora reassured him with a smile. Of course she minded, public toilets were nasty, not to mention that usually the lower class used those and the result was even less comforting.. still, it was no time to get picky: she needed to use the toilet as soon as possible, she would have dig a hole into the ground if that was necessary to avoid embarrassment. Well, not, that only in extreme cases. “Thank you, darling.” Robert hurriedly said, before waving his hat at the carriage waiting outside. Wait- there were two. Cora frowned deeply, locking her glance to the window of the first one, where Violet was sitting, tapping on her cane with her gloved fingers. She was impatient and she was furious and she was in company. That was unexpected. “What's going on?” She asked softly, but Robert seemed confused as much as she was. “The Duchess was going to escort us to the picnic.” Violet was saying, though she was distant from her talking to her son, Cora could hear clearly their words. “We thought we could go there by carriage, make a classic entrance.” “If that makes you happy, mama.” “It does.” Violet replied, “Now get in the other carriage with Cora, I'll keep the Duchess company.” “Yes, mama.” As soon as he turned back, facing Cora once again, she widened her eyes, shaking discretely her head into a silent plead. She needed the loo, she needed the loo now! If she wasn't allowed to go in the house, at least at the station. She couldn't bear over two hours of carriage ride without a wee break. “I'm sorry, darling, we really must be going.” Before she could inform her husband about the actual condition of her desperation, which was already pretty bad despite what she'd said to him, he was already pushing on her back, escorting her on the second carriage, hopping in right after her. “You can hold it, right?” Robert nodded confident “It's not bad, we'll stop halfway to let the horses rest. It'll be near a pub I know, I'll say I'm thirsty and you'll join me.” Cora stared at him blankly. He really had thought of that, which was.. impressive. Or maybe he'd been desperate himself in the past? She would investigate, but some other time. “How long?” She asked, and managed to do it naturally, without showing a sign of her real distress; now that she was sitting down, the pressure had mildly dropped. “About an hour.” He assured, putting his hand on her knees. Cora stopped abruptly her bouncing. “Too much?” “No, it'll be fine.” She smiled back and, with a sigh, she turned to glance outside the window. With a strong tug, the carriage moved forward and her bladder jolted too, reminding her, maybe too painfully, of her lie. She didn't know why she'd done that, since she and Robert talked openly about that, both enjoying holding and desperation yet that one.. was a completely different situation: they hadn't planned it, she decided by herself to stuff her bladder with so much water, thinking she had time, thinking she was doing good when in reality she was doing everything wrong. She was going back, back to not being a Lady anymore, because that wasn't what a Lady would do – getting desperate on purposes, be late, get in trouble, making an awful decision and be desperate during a public occasion without the chance of being anything but perfect. She couldn't admit it to Robert though, at one point, she wouldn't have any choice. “Why don't you get some rest?” Robert proposed with a smile, giving her a reassuring squeeze before retrieving for good his hand off her knees. She started to bounce it lightly right away. “Kills some time.” “I'll try that.” Cora smiled him back, snuggling up to his shoulder to find a better position against the jolting ride. “Good, I'll wake you up at the pub.” He kissed her forehead and hugged her, waiting for her to drift away. Cora woke up to the high neigh of a horse. She gasped silently when the heaviness of her bladder dropped down to her womanhood, radiating a familiar heat to her core. She clenched immediately her muscles while sifting with her bum to the edge of her seat, so that her grip would be more efficient. Her action didn't go unnoticed, for Robert hurriedly covered her shoulders with his arm, patting lightly on her skin. “Are you all-right?” He asked worriedly. “Yes.” She nodded, but her voice was still shaking for the effort. Did she leak or did she not? The knuckles on her left hand, firmly gripping the seat next to her quivering thigh, turned white. “Just felt a wave hitting my stomach.” She attempted to smile, but ended up only bending her lips into a cracked grin of pure suffering. “Don't worry, darling. We're few minutes away from the pub.” He assured. “Good. Because I really need to use the loo now.” This time, Cora tried and succeeded to smile, as the wave faded away. It had been a strong and a long one and she could hardly bear to think of the amount of liquid that now were sloshing inside her bladder. But soon, soon it would have been all out. “I know, I'm sorry.” Robert offered a sympathetic smile. It was the third time she'd informed him about her need and he was starting to fell concerned. It wasn't like her to complain about some discomfort of hers so much, so she must've lied about the actual gravity of the situation. Still, they were ten minutes away from the pub. Maybe he could distract her with something.. Cora sighed, trying to find a more comfortable position to wait for the pub to appear – she didn't have the least idea of what to expect, so she just imagined an old building made out of wood with a lot of horses and carriages and maybe men drinking beers – when, looking out of the window, she noticed that the trees were static. She didn't even feel the carriage jolting along the road. “Robert, why aren't we moving?” She shot her eyes open, turning harshly to him with a death stare. She immediately started to rub her thighs together, fidgeting a little on the spot: the idea of holding a minute more than the required made her feel nauseous. “One of the horses has cast a shoe.” He explained, rubbing her back to soothe her down “They're fixing it, it won't be long now.” Those kinds of things took fifteen minutes usually and since they were working on it for a while now, he was confident they would proceed any time now. He hoped so, because he couldn't bear the thought of his wife being in distress without her wanting to or neither a quick solution to treat the problem. “Hopefully.” Cora whispered between her teeth, glancing outside to follow closely the work of the men. She could even hear Violet shouting and complaining about how long was it taking, gaining back nothing more than apologies that served nothing. Few were the times when she could agree with her mother-in-law, but that was one of them: she would've shouted herself if it could help. Her fidgeting increased exponentially. Cora was swinging her hips every now and then, drumming her fingers on the seat, hidden from Robert by her thigh – still the soft noise was audible – constantly trying to even her breath to hide her true distress. Five minutes later she succumbed the overwhelming need of crossing her legs. Cora tried to keep her eyes on the window, hoping that her husband hadn't noticed or let her movement slide, but she was wrong and his sudden change of position – she was sure he was now looking directly in her direction – made her heart hammer inside her chest, which also increased her breathing, her expanding lungs pressing even more on her strained bladder. It was a disaster. She immediately clenched her muscles tighter, interlacing her legs and put her hand on her knees to bring them closer to her chest as she rode the wave of desperation off. Cora forcefully breathed slower, until she was sure she could trust her own body again. That wine she had at lunch and that over liter of water she drank before leaving were moving down, quickly as she expected. “Cora, is that bad already?” Robert asked, quite befuddled, with a long sigh. She was truly sorry for her. “It's pretty bad, actually.” She inhaled quickly, trying for a smile that never came. Then another wave hit and she had no choice but to spread her legs open to slam her hand at her crotch and doubled over. For inches, she didn't hit the opposite seat of the carriage with her forehead. “Cora?” He bent over her, alarmed, rubbing his hand on her back; he felt helpless, truly helpless this time, because what he could do when they were both stuck into a carriage in the middle of the wood, if not wait to arrive at the pub? “I lied.” She grunted, her voice a hinted sob. “I lied before. I've been desperate some time before you came to get me in the library.” “What?” Robert tried to bent forward as much as he could to see her face. “What are you saying?” “I thought I had time, Robert. I'm- I'm sorry!” She cried, rocking strongly her hip on the seat. Her face was on fire, her eyes closed and her forehead frowned. “Why didn't you tell me, darling?” Robert stuttered, now feeling guilty. He'd been too harsh asking her to follow him right away? She did ask to visit the loo before leaving, but he didn't let her. “I didn't want to let you down.” Cora whispered quieter, her hand massaging with purpose on her skirt. She eventually fought the desperation's stab and let her hand there, opting only for a leg crossing. “Let me down?” Robert asked. His eyes were now wandering around madly – from his wife to the window, stretching his neck to see further – to see if there were any improvements. “I drank a lot of water.” Cora inhaled deeply, trying to tell him without thinking too much of the water she'd gulped down. “To stretch my bladder. So I could have more space for this afternoon.” She sighed, swinging a little “It would have worked if the clock hadn’t betrayed me.” “Why this would disappoint me, exactly?” Robert rose his eyebrow, looking dumbly in her direction. He wasn't disappointed.. he was aroused – unluckily – because he knew Cora, which meant she had drunk more than necessary. When it came to proving she was a Lady to anyone else that wasn't him, she tended to exaggerate with things, plus she thought she had the chance of relieving herself before leaving, so she had no reason to contain herself, quite the contrary, actually. The poor thing was bursting. It made him sad and worried, because it wasn't something for their pleasure and she didn't have any escape. “Look at me, Robert, do I look like a Lady to you?” Cora asked him rhetorically, her voice reaching a high pitch. He stared at her without answering. It that question had been for him, he would've answered yes straight away, but only because Cora was his Lady no matter what and actually when she was desperate, she turned him on in a way that made him no gentleman. Yet that question was not about him, it was about all the guests there at the picnic, all the people who would see she was obviously bursting for a wee – she could fool the ones in the pub perhaps, but she couldn't make it to the party! - and Violet, what would she think? And the Duchess? It was such an unsafe situation. “We're only few minutes away from the pub, darling.” He sighed, trying to be reassuring “I'm sorry, I should've known.” “How could you know?” Cora replied, offering a sweet smile. “But let me tell you, to my eyes, you couldn't be more beautiful.” He smiled openly, pulling her toward his torso with a light grip on her shoulders. “Yes, but you're not reliable.” She chuckled, following his suggestion and laid on his chest, trying to relax the muscles of her abdomen and leaving more room to her bladder with her half-lying position. “Have a break, darling. Don't think about it.” He kissed her temple and reached down between her legs, touching her hand with his and stroking with her. “We're close.” He whispered and smiled when she closed her eyes and slowly took her hands away, enjoying only his strokes, more and more firm as her hips rocking increased. Finally, the carriage started moving with a harsh pull. He gripped firmly to her womanhood, his forefinger aiming where he thought her throbbing hole was, because he imagined it was what she would've done herself. Her hand stood in middle-air, balling around for some moments before dropping to her side. He'd done well. “I'm going insane.” Only five minutes had passed, but Cora felt it like it had been an hour: her husband's rubs weren't enough anymore and she had replaced his hand with both of hers, pulling up rhythmically rather than only rubbing her crotch. She was panting hard, cursing every pebble that made the carriage bounce, along with the horses – poor creatures – that with their trotting were pulling unevenly the whole thing. "We're almost there.” Robert went for a reassuring squeeze of her knees, which was hitting unmercifully the other one. He pressed his pad against the window, toward a group of small buildings where a massive flow of carriages were heading – he chose not to comment about how many people would have been queued there, waiting for the toilets. “See?” “Don't do this.” She cried, almost chuckling under her hiss “You're making me go worse!” Knowing she was about to relieve her bladder, indeed made her feel worse. Her hole was on fire, her whole crotch was tired of the clenching and her bladder was spasming nearly constantly now. She couldn't say she was in real pain, but she was almost there. “You can do it, darling.” He encouraged, smiling deeper when the familiar building came clearly to sight. The heavenly vision grew larger and larger as they approached and Cora couldn't help but smile when they were few meters away. The carriage got closer. And crossed it. “We passed it.” Cora's jaw dropped. “We passed it. We didn't stop!” She cried, actual tears forming at the corner of her eyes. “What?” Robert almost yelled, fumbling around to get a closer look. His heart sunk when he actually saw the building running behind them, rather quickly too. “This can't be.” He frowned. “What am I going to do?!” She cried, her thighs slamming together. Being so close to relief and watch the occasion passing by under her nose.. there couldn't have been an eviler fate. “Hey mate!” Robert climbed up to his seat, tapping his fingers on the small window that divided the back of the carriage from the front, where the coachman was, reins and whip in his hands, clicking his tongue with a jolly tune. “Why didn't we stop at the inn?” “The horses got some rest earlier, milord.” The man replied, turning slightly to watch the earl, but not fully to mind the horses and the road. “Lady Grantham and the Duchess orders are to drive straight to the party. Sorry, milord.” “Thank you.” He muttered low, then he waited for the driver to turn again and pulled the small curtain to shield the window. “You could go once there, Cora.” He went on, well knowing she couldn't last that long and if she did, it would've been a miracle. Plus, her dance would've been too obvious. Only a miracle could save them. “Robert, you do not understand.” She stomped her feet repeatedly, her whole body shaking “I need to pee! I need to pee now!” She kicked her shoes off and, with a lot of difficulties and determination, she sat on her knees, her left heel working between her folds, under her skirt, where her aching hands have been. She had never been so specific about her needs. That was how bad she needed to go. It made him shiver, but he didn't know if because he was excited or because he felt incredibly sorry for his poor wife. Seeing her like this made him want to go too, even if his bladder was empty. “I do understand, darling, but what can we do about it?” He tried to reason, stroking his hair with his hand. “The only thing would be warning mama and the Duchess-” “Have you lost your mind?” Cora screeched, sobbing a little as a tear rolled down her cheek. Her bladder felt heavier than ever, her inner walls about to explode, literally. “I could say it's for me.” He proposed. “I wouldn't have any reason to follow you, plus it would be obvious. I can't stand still anymore.” Cora shook vehemently her head, then her lips opened up abruptly into a silent cry, only sharp breaths came out of her. “Oh I'm leaking- I'm leaking!” She hissed, moving her hips and legs, clenching every muscle she knew she had in her body to stop the dampness moving around her skirts. “Cora, there must be something-” “There's no time, help me or I'll pee all over the carriage!” She shouted. At this point, she didn't even care if the coachman had heard. “Let me think, let me think!” He hummed, tapping his fingers onto his forehead. Cora's suffering moan ringing inside his brain, both hurrying hi and distract him. “Heavens, I'm peeing already.” She said behind clenched teeth, grouping her skirt to hold herself more efficiently. She eventually stopped the flow, with some effort and a lot of spurts; she was wet. Cora sighed and rocked stronger her whole body, back and forth, praying for him to find a solution. “Hold on, dear.” He encouraged, though, at his choice of words, he got a scoff. He looked around frantically, though they were rather trapped. It was a carriage, after all, so nothing more than a box with wheels pulled by horses, and what did they have? Not even a blanket to wipe the flood if she ended up having an accident because it was summer, not a thing resembling a bowl to collect her pee, only his hat, which was out of the question for so many reasons. And then, what they were supposed to do? Walk out of the carriage with a bowl full of golden liquid? “Robert, did we brought something to drink?” Cora asked, almost in tears, rocking so hard that she was hitting the door with her shoulder. He was sure she would end up black and blue before sunset. At first, the meaning of that wasn't clear to him: asking for something drink when she was already bursting to wee, but then.. then, all became clear. And this time, luck had been on their side: they put the picnic basket in their carriage. He immediately went to open it, digging his fingers between sandwiches and cookies, cakes and pies – that new cook truly wanted to make an impression – and finally he found it. “Lemonade.” Robert pulled out the bottle with a triumphant look. “We can disguise.” The vision made her cry. She wasn't sure if out of happiness or out of desperation, because the briefest look at that lemonade made her spurt again and her only way to stop the flow had been plugging her hole with her finger, which hurt. She was now in pain. “Until someone wants to try it.” She chuckled, tears rolling freely down her cheeks. Not that she cared much. “I'll pour it out of the window, darling, just hang in there.” “Oh, I'm hanging all-right.” Cora smiled miserably, but as soon as she realized what he was doing, she shook her head no and stabbed him with her elbow strongly “No! Don't do that, they could see!” “You're right.” Robert froze with the cap in his hand. “I'll drink it.” He decided. He held the bottle with his knees and went to dig more into the basket. What was he doing, was beyond her. “Robert, what the hell are you doing?” He shot his head up, glancing over her matter-of-factly. “I'm looking for the glass.” “Don't mind the glass! I'll pee all over you!” She played, though she was really bursting. Robert felt incredibly dumb to let his wife suffer even one second more over such a silly thing. He brought the bottle to his lips and tried to gulp down the entire liquid as fast as he could. It was refreshing but sour and he didn't like sour things. Cora tried to focus on anything else rather than his gulping sounds and the sloshing of the lemonade inside the bottle. She knew he didn't like lemonade and truly she was already impressed… he was going fast, but not fast enough. She shifted to the edge of the seat when another wave took over, her bladder spasmed and through her fingers a big spurt exploded and ended up on the floor, next to his feet. He dropped his eyes in horror, his lips red and marked by the mouth of the bottle. He was only half way. He would have never make it and the realization swept through him painfully: he was helpless before his wife's pain. “I'm trying, darling.” He panted. “I know.” She nodded, gasping “But I can't wait.” She cried and stole the bottle from his hands. Without thinking twice she started to drink, gulping down without setting her mind on the idea of stuffing more liquids inside of her. Her fingers dig further between her folds, plugging her leaking hole until it hurt and then squeezed her skin with the remained fingers, trying to produce some sort of physical barrier which could be held with only one hand. She licked her lips, the taste bringing her back in time when she spent her summer at Newport drinking lemonade with her mother under the loan. She forced herself to think of that and let her shaking hand to drop, the now empty bottle approaching slowly her crotch area. When she hid it under the skirt and prepare to let her muscles loose and free her flow, she realized she yet couldn't: too many fabric. She wouldn’t be able to see the stream and she would make a mess, maybe even stain or ruin her dress; of course she couldn't have that. “What's the problem?” Robert asked nervously. “I can't!” She cried “I need to take my skirt off!” She panted and put the bottle on the seat as she stuffed her hands down to her womanhood, under the skirts of her dress. She turned to give him her back. “Help me, please!” “The whole dress off?” He asked frantically, pulling close all the window as he waited for an answer. It went dark almost immediately, but there still was light enough to see decently. If the choose was to have little more difficulties or having his wife's privates displayed in the middle of the road.. surely he wouldn't pick the latter. “No, it's two pieces.” Cora instructed, panting harder. “There's a ribbon and few buttons for the skirt.” She was thanking warmly her maid for her choice of a two-pieces dress for the occasion, claiming it was more practical – heavens, it was. Cora felt it all, just like her first hold, that fatal night. Also, his fingers were much larger than the maid's so it was even worse. She lost a few drops before he finally announced she was free. It took her some time to get rid of the voluminous skirt, but when she did, the bulge of her rock hard bladder was even more prominent. She cradled it to give it more support and felt it was almost as wide as her first. Cora had just gripped the bottle when her husband’s yell made her froze on the spot and even loose some more spurts. “Cora, what's that?” He had his eyes open wide. “It's a crotch open underwear, silly.” She giggled, sitting back down with her hand firmly gripping her womanhood, her thighs pressing together hard – she feared she might have even stopped the blood circulation of her hand. “I had plans for tonight. Why you don't like it?” “I do like it.” Robert cleared his throat. He could see the dark patch of hair peeking through her fingers. Dribbling fingers. “I'm not sure how I feel about you being at the party, all the while also being practically naked the whole time.” He tried to look angry, but he just couldn't. He was too aroused from both the vision and her desperation. “No one can see that. Now, please be quiet.” She inhaled sharply through her nose and let a slow blow of air out of her mouth as she attempted to spread her quivering legs to position the bottle decently. Another leaking made her hands wet, warm and slippery. It took all her strength not to squirm away and lost her position. Robert watched in awe as she grunted, clenching her teeth tight when she slowly peeled her hand away from her folds and liquids started to drip out of her. She was so full that her bulge bubbled visibly through the spasms of her bladder and her skin was so tense that the smallest veins were coloring red her navel area, down to her crotch. Cora spread her legs wide open. She struggled to align the bottle with her hole, the drops helping her with the process, but she didn't even secure it when the waterfall started to gush out of her. She gasped loudly, pressing the mouth of the bottle close to her skin, trying to ignore the pain of the external object pressing to her privates. Cora was peeing hard, the water clear that took the lemonade's place quickly. Too quickly. Her pee sloshed inside the glass and it was filling it. It has almost reached the top of the bottle, but she showed no sign of stopping. She needed to go still. She felt so full even if she almost filled the bottle. “Darling, stop.” He whispered concerned, his eyes locked on the yellowish liquid continuing to arrive into the transparent recipient. “I- I can't!” Cora sobbed, indeed trying to clench her muscles to stop the flow. The stream decreased, but it didn't stop at all. “You need to stop.” Robert raised his voice a little, gripping the bottle himself. Not that he could take it away from her, of course. “I'm going to pee all over!” She cried loudly and he hissed, his teeth clenched, when the stream reduced again into spurts, then drops. The liquid overflowed and he took the bottle away to cap it. Cora shoved her hands into her crotch, massaging the growing wetness with aim as her hips rocked on their own. She stopped the leaking, yet the need of finish her pee was there, strong and powerful and almost overwhelming. She started to pant, moving one hand over her stomach to test her fullness. She was softer, but she was still full. Normally, at this point, in the quietness of her home, she would start thinking of visiting the loo. Suddenly, the waved passed and she took a long breath, shrugging her dripping fingers in the air to get them dry. She closed her legs and, with a sigh, noted she could act normally as nothing had happened. She could bear the sensation. For at least a couple of hours, maybe more, until the end of the party. She was smiling, Robert giggling, as he helped her back into her dress and cover the mess that laid on the bottom of the carriage. Once again, maybe, she was safe. Or was she? ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ Please leave a feedback ;) Thank you for reading!
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