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  1. Good thing i wore a skirt over my leggings at the park today cause my padding leaked. When I got home I still had to pee so I took the padding off and finished peeing in the leggings.
    7 points
  2. As a summary, my wife has a rather small bladder, and many times when she has to pee, it's right away or quickly becomes the hottest show on earth when she tries to hold it based on the situation. If she is doing anything where she is standing, a need to pee is often instant, requiring a bee-line to the bathroom. At home, if I am nearby and quick enough (and socially acceptable based if our kids are around), I can watch. She will often get her pants down in time but once in a great while, there will be a small trickle of pee coming out as she gets them down and a little more often whereas, she starts peeing as she is sitting down, with an actual slow but steady stream can be seen for the split second as she sits down with her legs slightly parted. If the bathroom is occupied, she will either try to go sit down, but if not, she will do the hottest potty dance, bending slightly forward bat the waist with her legs crossed and bouncing up and down, and once in a while a hand or both on top of each other on top of her crotch, leaning slightly into them. A few times though, she has had to crouch all the way to the ground to try to hold it, which one time she had to do this on the way to the bathroom as she stopped to cross her legs mid-route with just underwear on, but then almost immediately crouched to right near the ground trying harder to hold it in, though was unable to and pissed hard all over the floor right in front of me. If she is ever not close to a bathroom or in a store and has to pee (grocery store freezer sections always create an instant need it seems), she starts needing to go so badly that she will suddenly freeze while walking and stand still with her legs crossed as tight as possible, about to pee herself completely. In almost every case it usually ends up as coming out for several seconds but being able to stop until getting to a bathroom. Once this summer though, we were outside our house and ended up getting a bit wet with one of the kids hitting her with a super soaker. Suddenly she comes around to where I was on the other side of the house with her shirt and pants slightly wet from the squirt gun, saying "I just got squirted. Don't let anyone see me. I'm about to pee myself and don't think I can hold it" as she ducked behind me with legs tightly crossed bouncing up and down almost frantically. Our shed was right there, in which I took her to duck behind it quick, and as I felt her crotch from the outside, I felt it start coming out immediately for a few seconds before she was able to stop briefly. Within just a few seconds she said "Can't hold it. Can't hold it. I can't hold it" where knowing nobody was around or could see through to us, reached my hand down her pants saying "it's ok if you can't. I'll just throw water all over you and nobody will be able to tell" where immediately it started spraying into my hand as I guarded watch. After 20 seconds or so she finished and we successfully made it to the water spicket to "rinse off". Oh.. and anytime its unplanned where she can't hold it and starts losing control with my hand down there, she orgasms almost instantly if I assure her it's completely ok if she can't hold it. More to come at some point...
    7 points
  3. This legitimately happened to me a few days ago. I'm a 26 year old female, 5'0, and currently halfway through my master's program which I complete online. I had a huge, comprehensive exam a few days ago that I've been studying nonstop for and truly just losing my mind (it was 175 questions that were long/scenario-based and we had four hours to complete it). The morning of my exam, I was pounding coffee and water not thinking much of it. I was definitely taking MANY bathroom breaks so it should have been a cue to stop drinking so many liquids... but of course I just kept going. So it's finally time to take my exam, I take one last potty break and sit down to sign on. Since my program is completed online, there is a third party company that signs on remotely to your desktop to make sure that you're not clicking on other tabs, there's no other display, etc. basically to stop you from cheating. They also watch you through a webcam the entire time to make sure you're not getting up or looking at your phone. I've taken several exams and so far have had no issues. This proctor in particular was having technical challenges and took FORTY MINUTES to get me signed onto my exam!!! At this point I was feeling fine, probably because my adrenaline was going as I was gearing up to take the exam. I finally get logged on, but around question 30 my bladder is already signaling for me to go pee. Of course I ignore it and keep going, I think "it'll be fine, I just need to get through this test and I'll be fine". It was not fine 😞 My bladder was filling up FAST and it's starting to take my attention away from the test. I'm definitely getting worried, but I know I can't stop and have to finish. I start shifting around in my seat, squeezing my legs, tapping my fingers, literally anything to take the pressure off my bladder. Around question 100, it's becoming painful and I'm trying sooo hard not to have an accident. I'm holding myself at this point while reading my questions as fast as possible. At question 109, I leak a little into my panties to see if it will help and it doesn't, I'm just becoming more desperate. At question 112, a little more jets out... but I can't stop myself this time. My face is burning up, I'm literally feeling so embarrassed but I couldn't stop peeing no matter how hard I tried to hold myself. I just kept helplessly wetting myself until my pants were completely soaked and a puddle was on my floor. As soon as I finished my test, I cleaned myself up and couldn't believe I just had an actually real accident 😮 Anyway, that's my story! Hope everyone enjoyed. And if anyone is wondering, I still passed my exam with the 2nd highest score in my cohort 😉
    6 points
  4. A/N: The conclusion to chapter 2. While I apologize for just the peeing scenes in this chapter, I think it's important to have variety. The Story is still building here so there isn't a ton of plot other than to further characterize Mary-Ann here. We have the interludes next up which will feature 2 wetting scenes and one "just made it" scene. These are not full chapters and will be shorter than full blown chapters, while still delivering plot content. Interlude 1 will be posted Thursday 10/14/2021. Chapter 2.3: Her World Began Anew Mary-Ann knocked on the door. No response. She knocked again. Still nothing. She folded her arms and paced back and forth on the concrete porch. The large water she had to drink was also starting to fill her well-used bladder and pacing kept her mind off of it. At last the heavy door opened and an older gentleman answered her knock. “Is the air fixed yet?” He sounded grumpy “No. But I-“ “Well, it ain’t rent day, an’ I’m not doing anything wrong. What do you want?” “Did you put that sign up?” “Yeah. What of it?” “Could you take it down? I don’t want political messages on the lawn.” “It ain’t no political sign. Haven’t you got any respect for a man who was murdered?” “It’s not about that, I don’t want others to think that they can put up signs.” The man grumbled something to himself and started to close the door. Mary-Ann was about to ask if she could use his bathroom, but thought better of it. He didn’t seem very hospitable at the moment. Her body was angry with her for not asking, and the pressure in her abdomen was becoming more consistent. Mary-Ann walked back around to the side of the building, where Donovan was still working on the air conditioning. “Could you make sure that those signs are gone by next week? If not, I might have him evicted.” Mary-Ann shouted towards Donovan. Climbing out from the box, he responded “I really think your making a mistake by pressing the issue here Mary-Ann. That mechanic was popular around here.” “I’ll think about it, but I still want you to check back here in a week. Unless you need anything else from me, I’m heading back.” “Go on, I’ve got nothing else for you. Sorry for getting you out here, I’m not much for computers you know. Didn’t even think about a scanner.” Mary-Ann looked towards the lonely main road. She wouldn’t have normally brought it up, but her experience earlier made her reconsider. “Is there a place where I could stop and use the restroom? Some of the places I passed didn’t look all that clean.” “I wouldn’t go to any of the places around here. Lately there’s been someone with a camera hanging around women’s bathrooms. If it weren’t for the shooting of that mechanic, I think that’d be the biggest story.” Mary-Ann tapped her foot as she thought of her options. The highway didn’t yield very many exits in this rural area, certainly none that she would be comfortable finding a spot to pee. She decided to extricate herself from her conversation with Donovan and headed back to her car. Karenna unlocked and opened the office door. She took both the purchased baking soda and disinfectant from the plastic bag and tossed it into the trash. Walking by her own desk at the front of the suite, she made her way to Mary-Ann’s office. Not really knowing what to expect, she opened the door a bit cautiously. Everything looked just as it normally did. The wet bar to her right was undisturbed, and the large bookcase behind Mary-Ann’s desk was as neat as ever. It wasn’t until she looked down at the carpet that she saw the evidence of her boss’s deed. A large dark patch, which touched Mary-Ann’s desk and its circumference nearly reached the potted plant next to the opposite wall. Karenna’s jaw dropped in shock and she covered her mouth with her hand. She could only imagine how bad Mary-Ann must have had to piss. Part of her wondered what it would feel like to pee on herself like that. Did it just happen? Was it just for relief? Did it feel good? Either way, when she got the job here, she never imagined she would be dumping baking soda and spraying disinfectant on her boss’s piss stain. Mary-Ann had been driving for roughly 30 minutes before the Bluetooth system in her SUV notified her of a text. It was from Karenna. Mary-Ann had the system read the text aloud. Cleaned up your office. Headed home. Strange day all around. Mary-Ann wanted to respond, but she wasn’t entirely sure how too. It was hard not to relive her accident when everything seemly reminded her of it. The two-lane highway wasn’t giving her much to gawk at and her only option was to drive and be reminded of her filling bladder. She reflected on her impure thoughts and arousal after her wetting. She had no one to share this with, and part of her still refused to admit to herself that she might have a pee kink. It wasn’t just any kink too, she had wet her panties in her office and was even found out, and she was aroused. Was it because Karenna didn’t tease her? This question lingered in Mary-Ann’s mind. Why didn’t Karenna make a bigger deal of it? Mary-Ann wondered if it was just a façade, in the fallout from her accident, had she lost the respect of her protégé? These questions, with no real answers, bothered her, but her bladder was becoming more of a bother. As she passed another exit, she noticed the exit had no signs for places to stop, and in the light summer evening, all she could see was the exit ramp and a bridge that extended over the highway. Nothing but trees lined the sides of the road and the breakdown lane was as thin as it could be. With her options seemingly limited, she would have time to explore her newfound interest in peeing, whether she wanted to or not. 45 minutes had passed and Mary-Ann’s discomfort had again turned into desperation. Her abdomen was tight. Her gut was extended with her bladder full of pee. She had been trying to focus on driving for the past 10 minutes but she ached for relief. Her desperation had mounted to the point where her driving speed had become inconsistent as her knees shifted to try and aid her muscles. Desperately she kept her eyes trained on the side of the highway, trying to will an exit or rest stop into existence. She had driven this route before. She knew it would be another twenty minuets on this highway before she could connect onto an interstate with rest areas and populated exits. She passed anther exit with just a single road leading into the woods. Time was moving slowly, and waves of desperation started to hit Mary-Ann harder. Despite her growing interest in pee, there was no way she was going to try it in her car. She could feel it though. A pressure built right up against her vaginal walls. After her experience this morning, Mary-Ann was seriously doubting her ability to hold on. She checked her SUV’s built-in GPS. Still another 17 minutes until she could start looking for a proper rest area. Mary-Ann bent forward as much as she could. Her seatbelt was pressing against her swollen bladder and only served to make matters worse. A cold shiver. A ping of pleasure. There it was again, Mary-Ann had to pee and yet she was aroused, horny, even. Taking her dominant hand off of the steering wheel, she rested her forearm over her crotch and dug her fist into her inner thigh. An unusual bid to relieve some of the pressure she felt, but it helped for a moment. Mary-Ann exhaled in exasperation. It was just like a workout at the gym, though she doubted the physical results would be as rewarding. Her breathing intensified, she looked at her estimated time on the GPS again. 15 minutes. Should she let a little out? Would it help if she darkened her grey leggings? There was a devil on her shoulder telling her to. She thought of the bill to clean her seat. No. 13 minutes until her exit. She looked to the left. Trees and an open lane. She expected that, but her options were limited. She looked to the right, a field. She expected that too. But she was desperate; her legs shook inadvertently. 12 minutes. She took her SUV around the gentle bend. Mary-Ann was aware of how badly she had to pee. Panicking that she was about to flood her car. An idea; her gym water bottle. She looked in her back seat. Only to see her silver water bottle rolling behind her passenger seat. She made a move for it. Out of reach. The movement took her eyes off the road and she started to swerve into the breakdown lane. Once her SUV hit the rumble strips she put her eyes back on the road. The motion had pressed down on her bladder even harder and she swore she could feel wetness. She scanned her car again for options. The fast food water cup. It was large, so it had to be her best option. It was that or pee in her seat and wet herself again. She picked it up without taking her eyes off the road. The cup presented two problems. The ice had melted and refiled nearly a quarter of the cup, and Mary-Ann had no idea how she was supposed to pee into it. She figured that she should pull over, and she put her hazard lights on. As Mary-Ann put the car in park, she whined in desperation, which had gotten worse since relief was close in theory. Undoing her seatbelt and taking the lid off of the cup was the obvious first step. She tried to position herself by moving in an awkward crouch, trying to slide her leggings off, but the movement sloshed the pee around inside her. She was met with pain from her weakening muscles and felt a spurt of pee rush into her panties. Huffing in exasperation and moaning in a desperate struggle, she wiggled her leggings down to her ankles. She could she a large dark patch on her pink panties. She wiggled those down to her knees as best she could. When the air of the car reached her exposed genitals, she couldn’t help but leak again. Just a little bit. Still slightly crouched, she placed the wide mouth of the cup against her bare skin. Mary-Ann finally relaxed. Within seconds her SUV was filled with the sounds of urine splashing against plastic and water. Mary-Ann gave out a near orgasmic cry. Shivers and feelings of relief ran up from her peeing vagina up through her chest and body. As the cup filled it became heavy. For a moment though, Mary-Ann didn’t care; she just wanted to pee. It was warm, and the heat of her spray was felt through the cup and against her hand. She looked down, the cup was nearly full, and she was nowhere near done. There wasn’t much she could think of doing. But she had to find a way as her pee overflowed and began to run onto her seat. “Oh no!” She exclaimed “Ah…I…I have…to stop.” She panted through her relief. She tried to stop, and through much pain, she did. She removed the cup and put it on the car dashboard, her hand now covered in pee. She could feel it coming back and she jammed her-pee covered hand over her nude crotch. Only half-thinking she could only picture herself squatting to finish, and she unlocked her car door with her free hand. She remembered her leggings and her panties. She started to move but they restricted her and Mary-Ann was worried that she might trip exiting her high-ride vehicle. It didn’t matter now, it was too much for her to hold it anymore, and Mary-Ann started to pee into her hand. The warm liquid spurting through her fingers and onto her seat again. The surprise caused her to remove her hand. With an audible patter her stream was ruining her driver’s seat. Mary-Ann climbed out anyway, in an ungraceful waddle, peeing the entire time. It splattered her driver’s door and the exterior paint as her feet touched the ground. Now she stood, naked from the waist down, with her backside to the traffic with a long pee stream splattering the pavement below her. It didn’t take long for the rest of her bladder to empty itself onto the pavement, and as her stream had become a drip, Mary-Ann exhaled. Her swollen clit throbbed. She was wet, in more ways than one. A lone car sped by and honked as Mary-Ann started to pull up her wet panties and dry leggings. The wet fabric of her undergarments nearly sent her over the edge. She bit her lower lip and let out a moan. Climbing back into her SUV, she took one last look at the puddle on the dry pavement. A small fraction of what had occurred in her car. Before she sat down, she grabbed her pee-filled cup and emptied it onto the pavement, increasing the size of her puddle. Mary-Ann put her cup back in her cupholder and sat back down without inspecting the damage. All of her urine had flowed to the back of her seat. It was a puddle, and it immediately soaked the butt of her leggings. They started to soak up the rouge liquid as it spread across her cheeks. The penetrating wetness of the now cool urine caused a new rush of feeling towards her wet pussy. An overflow of emotions came of Mary-Ann, she began to rock back and forth in her seat. She sighed, she moaned. She rubbed her awaiting snatch. Mary-Ann came. Soaking in her cold pee and new pleasant relief, she sunk back into her seat. As she did she felt a small leak wet her panties. Whether it was sex juices or pee, she didn’t know. But what Mary-Ann did know, was that she liked being wet and she liked pee
    6 points
  5. Starting to need to pee & feeling a little naughty 😏😏😏
    6 points
  6. From the album: Neptune’s omo art

    5 points
  7. So, I had a dream where a girl permanently needed to pee because of an impossible condition, but she made lemonade with those lemons (pun intended) and became a bounty hunter/super heroine of sorts. It’s not my favorite hyperwetting possibility, but it was inspiring in the dream, so here’s a test Chapter One. 🙂 This is a hyperwetting story. The UTI in question is a fictitious condition that doesn’t cause any pain to the person bearing it, just ignorable discomfort. There may or may not be any urinary incontinence. Will try to include actual wetting of some kind… “Ms. Claire, I’m sorry to inform you that… this condition seems permanent,” the doctor said slowly as he took off his glasses. “While it does not have any progressing effects as far as we can tell, unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do.” Emily looked down at herself, and then back at Dr. Simpson. “You mean, I’m always going to be like this?” she asked despairingly. “Unless a miracle happens, in science or otherwise,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. “We will continue to monitor the condition, on a bi-weekly basis at first, then monthly, assuming nothing goes wrong. But I think you’d better learn to adapt to always feeling the urge to urinate. And, Ms. Claire?” She stopped and turned to look at him as she was leaving. “Please, don’t murder yourself over this,” he said. “Don’t worry, I won’t,” she said with a forced smile. Quietly, she left the doctor’s office, ignoring the habitual trigger to stop and take a bathroom break before driving, and went home. Later on that day, Emily was considering her life choices as she sat peeing endlessly on the toilet (even though it was futile, but why resist?). Eventually, she really made the choice she had pretended to make earlier. “I won’t,” she stated firmly, reflecting the change of heart. “I’m not going to commit suicide, or do anything like that to myself. I’m going to beat this. One way or another…” At that moment, wether it was perceptual or otherwise, her peeing actually seemed nicer. The sound was less annoying, and more pleasant. Regardless, she wanted to stop needing to pee. She had tried to finish peeing two days ago, and had finally given up after six minutes. But now she wondered: if she was careful not to hurt herself otherwise, could she finish peeing by brute force? Now that she was reasonably sure any pain or trouble would be secondary, she was willing to try. The doctor had assured her that whatever amount that entered her bladder would be kept up with by the hydrogenic protoplasm, so there were no worries about dying of thirst (but thankfully, no problem with drinking iced sweet tea either). Perry checked her watch, then looked down. “Well,” she said, “let’s give it a try. Humph!…” she said, bearing down on her bladder as hard as she could stand it. Pee jetted into the bowl, hard enough to clean dishes. Little droplets misted up onto her legs. Occasionally gasping for air, she just kept pissing and pissing, and pissing and pissing, and pissing. Eventually, she was just moaning trying to keep going. But finally, she was barely doing anything over normal, and that felt like too much. She had to stop. Shutting of the stream was thankfully not too difficult in this case, but she still had the immediate post clench urge for a few seconds. After panting for another several seconds, she remembered to check her watch. 19 minutes! Man, that was impressive. But not enough, apparently. The whole time, she could feel a small rumble in her belly, like urine was passing into her bladder just as fast as she was jetting it. Oh well. Better luck next time, maybe? That is, if she ever gave it a next time. That was hard! She did, admissibly, kind of like the challenge idea of it, though. But meanwhile, she’d better get ready for supper… The next morning, Emily woke up at around 7:30. Work was at 8:00. Man, she wanted a morning pee… Without even thinking, she stumbled habitually into the bathroom, and had just started to sit down when she remembered. “Eh, might as well,” she said to herself, and pissed as hard as she dared. The torrent of wetting spray would’ve destroyed pairs of jeans two at a time within 10 seconds each. But her bladder remained almost full. Whatever interdimensional gateway was connecting her to an ocean of endless hydration and urine wasn’t seeming to care. It was like pushing on a large, soft, untied, leaking water balloon to try and squeeze the warm water out of it through its opening, then slowly realizing that the balloon was taller than her, then realizing it was bigger than her house, until finally understanding that it must be infinite. One huge, soft, warm, never caring, never ending, ever yielding, ever giving, giant source of the most ridiculous of things: the pleasure of relief, and as much ammonia scented luxurious golden soaking as one cared to let loose. Finally though, her urethra again became sore, until she had to stop. Then she suddenly remembered her day, and stumbled pantyless to check the clock in her bedroom. 7:52 am. “Drat, I’ve only got seven minutes for breakfast or I’m going to be late!” She grabbed a couple food bars out of a box in the kitchen, and quickly dressed into her uniform before stuffing them into her pockets. Then she ran out the door. Wait, was she wearing panties?
    5 points
  8. Here’s a recounting of a delicious memory of about a dozen close friends peeing together over a span of about 4 to 5 hours on a boat, a small jon boat with one level, meant for about 5 people, no bathroom. I was 16 at the time, in high school, as was my step-sister Cassie. Cassie was friend’s with a pretty, exchange student from Spain named Sandra. Sandra looked a LOT like the french model named Laura Frisson, in terms both of her thin, sexy frame as well as her pretty face, light caramel skin tone, pert behind… My buddy John and his dad liked to go fishing on a large lake about twenty minute’s drive from where we lived, and that day, my dad and I decided to join them, as we often did, for this fishing trip. The difference this time, however, was that my sister (step-sister) Cassie decided to join us this time with Sandra towing along, Cassie wanting to show Sandra around the different parts of the state for the first time (Rhode Island), and Sarah having been apparently intrigued by the sound of a day at the lake. John and I drove together in one car. John’s dad was a CFO of a fairly large company, and had done very well for himself, however, as a family, the Maxwell’s were extremely modest and frugal with their money, and enjoyed simple activities like fishing on the lake, on what was actually a fairly small jon boat. When we pulled up to the lake today, there was my dad and John loading a large, and heavy looking, by the way they struggled, cooler onto the boat. There was an unfamiliar face on the boat today, too, a pretty-faced blonde woman, who looked a lot like Megyn Kelly (American news anchor on Fox News for years) in the face, and she was wearing beige business pants and a navy blue top, looking like she was dressed for work at the office all day long and had come straight here after work. John parked the car and we got out, approached the boat. “Hey guys, Sharryl this is my son.” said John’s dad. “And that’s my son” said my own father, motioning to me. “Hi, I’m Sharryl, I’m new to town, I work in the same office as your dad.” Sharryl said to John with a big wide smile. John’s dad was recently divorced, and was on the prowl apparently. John and I stepped onto the boat with our dads and Sharryl. John shook Sharryl’s hand. Sharryl looked about thirty-six (John’s dad was 55) was very pretty, had shoulder length blonde hair, and had a professional vibe about her as she beamed John her brightest smile, shaking his hand. I couldn’t help but notice meanwhile that Sharryl’s pants were quite tight on her lean, fit looking legs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what her behind looked like, and was looking forward to a moment where she hopefully turned around and afforded us a glance. “I’m Alex” I said, as I shook Sharryl’s hand next. “Alex, Sharryl, pleased to meet you.” She said. Then it happened, she turned around. Her tight pants clung to her nicely rounded behind. John glanced over at me with BIG eyes, motioning with his eyes to Sharryl, and her nice rear end. “So tell me what this is all about” she said, turning back to us, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Her butt looked reallyyyy nice, it was so round and fit, yet still womanly, looking a lot like Brianna Love’s nice womanly ass, and her tight beige pants clung to every curve of this woman’s delicious behind. I quickly looked up. She noticed me staring, but sighed, seemed patient. “What’s that?” John asked. “The fisherman’s life! Tell me about it!” Sharryl exclaimed. “Oh” John started to explain how long he’d been fishing, freshwater vs saltwater, etc, making small talk with his dad and Sharryl. My dad meanwhile asked me. “Where’s your sister? She was supposed to bring that Spanish student to the lake with us? Oh, nevermind, here they are.” My sister’s SUV pulled into the lake parking lot. My sister and Sandra out of the car, wearing bikini tops and towels wrapped around their wastes. “Whoah, didn’t know it was bikini day! Okay!” John’s dad exclaimed. “It’s a day at the lake, one of the last nice days of the summer, might as well make it count.” said my sister Cassie as the two girls stepped onto the jon boat with us. They took their towels off. A word on Cassie, Cassie was extremely fit and very sexy and had a quite large, but toned, butt that was a lot like the youtuber Vantoee, but I had long ago trained myself against seeing Cassie as sexy, as she was my stepsister and was practically family. But I noticed that John’s dad got a long look at my sister as she removed her towel and showed her full, bikini clad figure. Sandra removed her towel as well, and there was a brief moment of awkward silence as we all collectively, and individually, stifled a moan at the sight of this slender girl’s micro-bikini. Her bikini bottom was incredibly small, and very tight, it was tight enough to show camel-toe, and seemed inappropriately too small, a micro bikini for sure, her camel-toe proudly displayed this sexy young Spaniard’s beautifully pert pussy lips through her dark green, bikini bottoms. She turned and bent over, looking into the lake with a smile. Her bikini bottoms round tight against her little pussy slit showing up underneath her delicious bottom. Her butt was small, butt perfectly bubbly and sexy, her butt looking like Laura Frisson’s famous butt, as well as her face. Sandra’s spicy Spanish accent was as bubbly and as sexy as her pert behind, this Laura Frisson doppleganger. Sharryl at once got a very angry look on her face, seeing my sister and Sandra in their bikinis. (Was she threatened? She was hot, but was in her forties, sexy in a milf way, and here were too late teens in bikinis, trapped on the same boat with the boys). Sharryl quickly wiped the sour expression from her face as she introduced herself to the girls. Soon we were out fishing, laughing, joking, chatting, carousing together on the boat, drinking beers and canned long-island iced teas from the cooler. Our dads were quite cool and allowed us teenagers to drink with them, knowing they’d be hypocrites not to, as they were known for their teenaged party years and had regaled us with dozens of stories by that point of “the good old days”. John kept eyeballing my sister in her bikini, and got a long hard look at her big round ass every time she turned around. This annoyed me slightly, but what was I to do? John was just a normal guy like any other guy, and Cassie was attractive, after all. Sandra was enjoying her afternoon with us, and her sexy Spanish accent even seemed to infect her laughter. Her glorious smile showed every time she let out her pretty, bellowing laughter, a pretty girl for sure, it a tight, green micro-bikini. Sharryl meanwhile was enjoying herself, but was trying to keep professional, as she was older than the girls and me and John and was still new to town and to John’s dad’s office, and wanted to keep up composure, in spite of her slowly growing inebriation (she’d had two long island iced teas by now). She told us tales of idiosyncratic court cases she had worked in the past, i.e. a cat lady that murdered her husband and blamed her cats, etc. At some point however, I noticed that Sharryl had gotten quite, her expression looking slightly anxious, restless, and she had taken to allowing her distracted gaze to drift out to the shore of the lake, as if longing to return… Sharryl was periodically shifting her weight back and forth between her two long, beige pant suit panted legs, and was subtly, but rapidly bouncing her thigh as she switched back and forth between legs. Her expression looking tense, I could tell that the iced teas had caught up to Sharryl and that she needed to pee and let the tea back out, but where?! She was stuck on the boat! No bathroom! Just the lake, that gently murmuring, rippling water surrounding this poor woman in all directions. The time passed, another forty minutes now, and Sharryl’s quivering thigh bouncing had increased in it’s speed and urgency. Nobody but me seemed to notice, however, and I genuinely felt bad for Sharryl as I watched her struggle to maintain her composure of relaxed yet professional engagement with my dad and John’s dad’s conversation. Sharryl had her arms folded across her chest, and she had to force a smile on her verrrry anxious looking face as she talked with the dads. Right leg, left leg, cross legs over here, curtsy there, but never let the men know she desperately needed to urinate, that seemed to be the name of the game written across Sharryl’s pained-looking face. A bead of sweat streamed from her forehead. Her leg muscles were tensing tightly, and she kept kept kept glancing longingly at the forested shore of the lake, as if dying to somehow leap the ten meters distance so that she could urgently dive behind a tree, remove her tight dress pants, and finally let loose. Sharryl needed to PEE, but she was new to town, trapped on a boat, wanted to impress everyone and maintain her professional status, and so was determined to keep a forced smile on her face and try try try to focus on what the two adult men were talking to her about, but she looked genuinely nervous, nearly frantic as she silently and subtly quivered with the need to piss. We had been on the boat for just over two hours and fifteen minutes now, not a short time for a slim woman’s bladder. Sharryl had stepped out of her shoes on the boat, and I saw her toes curling so tightly they were turning white, such was this woman’s desperate struggle to hold her bladder’s contents. I was so distracted watching Sharryl’s silent suffering that I hadn’t noticed Cassie’s, as when I finally decided to look away from the poor, suffering Sharryl, I noticed that Cassie was sitting down on the edge of the boat, had her legs crossed over one another, and her top leg was actually bouncing with considerable vigor. Cassie also had an anxious expression on her face, and definitely needed to pee! but looked determined to keep herself distracted with what John was talking to her about, as he flirted with Cassie and fished at the same time, trying to show off his fishing techniques. At some point, my dad opened another beer, and it fizzled, frothed, and foamed over the edge of the bottle, the carbonation having gotten shaken up somehow, as the majority spilled onto the boat’s floor. “Ohhh” Sharryl quietly whimpered with a strained-sounding voice, sounding like a desperate little girl, this late thirties woman, as her hands shot down to the sides of her pant suit pants, gripping the fabric tightly. Cassie also shot up from her seat on the side of the boat, standing as her gaze was locked onto the foaming yellow liquid on the floor of the boat, looking a lot like a puddle of piss, something these two women were trying to keep off of their minds. Cassie quickly turned away and looked off at the shore of the lake, her legs straightening, fighting, shaking. Cassie sighed in frustration for a moment as she bounced on the spot, but didn’t say anything. Sharryl meanwhile had taken to pacing in small circles on her side of the boat. She couldn’t stand still for a moment, and her beautiful butt cheeks quivered under tight beige fabric as her body tensed and shook with the effort Sharryl was making NOT to pee. My and John’s drunken dad didn’t even seem to notice this poor woman’s plight. My dad held what was left of his spilled beer out for Sharryl. “Here, Sharryl, finish it off.” He stuck the bottle out into Sharryl’s face, practically, the glass bottle still DRIPPING. Sharryl let out a subtle “ughh” between desperately hanging open lips, her eyebrows furrowing with worry in her eyes as she struggled to make her hand grab the dripping bottle. Sharryl quickly chugged the remaining third of the beer, left in the bottle, as if giving herself no time to rethink the move. How could she take in MORE beer?! This woman’s vagina was about to BLAST OFF, given her shaky, bodily antics. She was walking in place here, tensing her thighs there, tensing her beautifully round, womanly buttocks, breathing loudly through her teeth, gazing at the shore, the trees, so close and yet so far away… I was developing the need to pee by now too, we’d been on this boat for almost three hours now, and magically nobody had peed yet. Nobody had even mentioned needing the bathroom yet. I began to wonder how the pretty young Spaniard girl Sandra was holding up, she’d been drinking just as much after all. I noticed that she was balanced on one leg, was moving up and down slightly, and that her slim stomach looked MUCH more rounded now. She had a slightly frustrated expression on her face, too. This was totally unfair, I thought. None of these females had been warned about the endurance and patience of a seasoned fisherman, and John just kept his gaze out on his fishing line as he waited and waited for a bite. My and his father watched the line for long periods of time, too. Cassie was smiling and enjoying the fishing show too, as John displayed his casting skills, but still, at low moments where not a whole lot was happening, she would step from foot to foot, and I was having a hard time not noticing my step-sister’s large, shaking, bikini-clad ass as she quivered and shook her weight from foot to foot. Sandra sighed in seeming anger as she kept her focused gaze on the water and on John’s fishing line. “Atta boy, John, we’ll get a bite, don’t worry.” his dad said. Cassie’s breathing was growing louder, huffier and puffier, as she was continuously letting out frustrated sounding sighs, and she had taken to crossing her legs too, keeping her arms folded across her chest. Sandra sighed frustrated sounding sighs from time to time too as she rested her weight on her left leg, now her right, leg, now her left, now her right. I looked down. Sandra’s toes were curling beside my sister’s curling toes. I looked back over to Sharryl, she behind everyone, leaning on the edge of the boat, her legs were crossed tightly, her face hotly flushed a rosy red color, and she breathed loudly through clenched teeth, looking with strain in her eyes at the shore as she turned longingly over her shoulder to the woods on the land. This was so not fair for her, and so not cool for her, she was new to town, new to the office, was professionally dressed in tight beige pants and stylish professional navy blue top, and wanted to make a good impression, especially on John’s dad, and here she was longing to pull her pants down and PISS off the edge of the boat into the water, but couldn’t very well do that in front of several teenagers, could she? Not the professional type of woman she was, but boy oh boy did Sharrly need to pee, badly. Cassie beside me meanwhile, couldn’t stand still on one leg. Sandra had her dark, thick Spanish eyebrows furrowed in focus as her toes curled tightly and her thin thighs contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed, stepped in place subtly between her two feet, toes curling again when she stood in place on her thin, toned legs. Sandra’s buttcheeks were quivering slightly under the edge of her tight green micro-bikini, and I had grown a hard, massive erection in my shorts as I watched these desperate women’s silent, suffering, frantic antics. Suddenly, a precursor! An icebreaker! A release of tension! At three hours and fifteen minutes of endurance, finally, somebody, John, backed up from the boat’s edge, “take this real quick, sorry guys gotta do this” said John, very casually as he handed me the fishing rod. He proceeded, with casually grace, to reach down and remove himself from his pants as he stepped back up to the boat’s edge, cock in hand, and began pissing…LOUDLY into the water. “Oh!” Sharryl exclaimed as her hand quickly flew to her crotch, giving it a tight squeeze before quickly her hand away, stepping rapidly from foot to foot, nobody noticing however, as they were distracted with. “Oh my god!” Cassie exclaimed as she grabbed her crotch with her right hand and kept it there, as she stepped frantically from foot to foot. “Not cool, John. Oh goddddd” Cassie desperately whimpered, squeezing her bikini-clad pussy with real strength, a desperate gesture. Meanwhle Sandra was grabbing the sides of her bikini bottoms, as if ready to pull them down, as she backed up towards the edge of the boat. “Whoah, what are you doing Sandra?” asked John’s dad. “I need to pee too”, she said. Sharryl’s face winced at the word, pee. She scrunched up her face, turned away from the group, her right hand moving towards her crotch, giving it a brief, tight squeeze through her pants, her gloriously round ass shaking with the tense, frantic movements of her legs. “Yeah so do I.” said Cassie, letting go of her crotch, her face blushing red. “Well surely you girls can wait til we’re back to shore, you're grown ups.” said my dad with a chuckle. “It’s different for guys, we can face away and let loose, for a girl it’s totally inappropriate just cause of how God made us. John’s dad laughed hearing this. Cassie sighed in frustration, relegated to holding it, accepting her fate of waiting desperately for their return to shore, to their car, to the drive home, finally yanking her bikini bottoms down as she sits her big round ass on the toilet seat. “Okay, well I do not see that as fair” Sandra protested in her sexy Spanish accent. “And besides, if we’re all adults here, than I don’t see why we can’t grow up and accept that girls pee, too. Seems immature to me” “Well, first she wants to show up in a swim suit and now she wants to take it off? Well okay then everyone turn around and let her go.” John’s dad said. Sandra looked angrily at John’s dad at this comment. “Okay, well it could have just been a matter of fact type of thing, that girls pee too, and now you’ve gone and made a big deal out of nothing.” Sandra said as she stepped back and forth from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her camel-toe was tensing under this Spaniard’s tight bikini as her vagina fought back the flood of urine. “It’s been more than three hours, and eventually girls need to pee, and it’s inconsiderate of you to keep us girls here, no bathroom, and then prevent us from peeing, but if it has to made into a big deal, which is very American, than I guess I can hold it.” Sandra said. Sharryl was still holding herself, but let go of herself now, turning back to the group. Sandra looked back out over the water. Her toes curled inward. Cassie moaned in frustration, removing her hands from her crotch. “No, actually, I’m doing this, in my country when we need to pee we need to pee, and I won’t be controlled like a pet. I’m sorry, but I need to pee right now, and we’ve all been to sex ed and I frankly don't care if your American eyes see me or not” Sandra backed up to the edge of the boat and peeled down her tight bikini bottoms in one motion before everybody. Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn, in spite of ourselves, to this beautiful young Spaniard’s tight, tiny little pussy, shaved bare, save for a landing strip of pubic hair that ran along her swollen bladder’s caramel skin to her beautiful, young woman’s, wet, bulging little slit as she slid her round, teenaged little butt off the boats corner railing and let out a satisfying sigh of relief as… PISS SPLASHING into the WATER. “Oh, que rico.” Sandra uttered as she peed noisily into the water below her tight round ass, holding the rail with her hands for support. The loud splashing was apparently too much for Cassie, however, as, “Oh my god I have to pee so badly, Im sorry, I cant wait!” Cassie moaned aloud as she quickly rushed to the railing closest to her, between Sandra and myself, but as this was not the corner, Cassie struggled to find a pattern of footing that allowed her to balance herself. “Oh god!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t balance off the side and was too embarrassed to pull her bottoms down until she was confidently positioned with her butt over the edge of the boat, but she needed the corner. She was frantically trying to find a position where she could balance, but couldn’t. She frantically stuck her hand out towards me. “Alex! Please!” Cassie yelled shaking her hand out at me. “Help me balance!” I grabbed my sister’s hand and held her bodyweight balanced towards me so that she could sit over the edge of the boat and balance. Her hand tensely, tightly grabbed mine as Cassie fought to balance in a seated position, and once balanced she whimpered loudly with a childlike, strained voice, as her other hand struggled to pull her bikini bottoms to the side of her vagina, forgetting that her bikini was still on. Her free hand fought to pull her tight bikini away to the side as I got an eyeful of my step-sisters, puffy pink pussy as her hand fought to pull her bikini to the side. Her pussy finally free, my sister starts pissing a TORRENT into the water below. Cassie’s hand tensed and relaxed in perfect unison with her sighs of relief and the vibrations of her slowly deflating, female bladder. It was as if she was guiding me through an educational tutorial on the exact capacity, milliliter by milliliter as she emptied her bladder into the water below, her hand muscles in harmonious muscle contraction with her bladder contractions, pushing out Cassie’s piss. My sister kept her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, loudly exhaling “Ahhhhhhhh”s and “Oh god”s with utter relief, as I held her hand tightly to keep my dear sister balanced. Sandra was also letting out lots of sexy, Spanish sounds “oooooh”s as she voided her bladder’s contents into the water, squatting just beside Cassie with her eyes closed. I looked down at these two girls, doing their thing, two tight, pissing pussies, one a tan Spanish one with a landing strip, and Cassie’s a pale Anlgo-Saxon pink pussy, bikini still held tightly to the side with her free hand, with a slight bush. My sister’s hand gripped mine tightly for support. It was incredibly erotic, feeling my sister’s hand tense and relax as she peed, her grip gradually becoming looser and more restful as she was nearing the end of her long held piss. Cassie opened her eyes, looked into mine, just laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Thank you” she said to me, still peeing noisily. “God, I had to pee”. Sharryl meanwhile was staring longingly at these two pissing, teenaged girls with sheer envy and longing in her eyes. Her legs tense, she again turned away from the group and clutched her crotch tightly. She needed to pee, and it was so not fair that she was expected to hold it while these two girls peed loudly into the lake, moaning with relief. Sandra finished peeing first finally, and pulled herself back onto the boat before, slowly, meticulously reapplying her bikini bottom, with care and attention to detail, back over her tight, bare pussy, and around her hips. “So much better” Sandra said. And just as my sister finished peeing and let her bikini snap back over her pussy, my dad and John, cruelly began pissing off the edge of the boat. “well tis the season, I guess!” one of them quipped before we all laughed. “Oh God!” Sharryl whimpered quietly. She looked like she was about to cry, her breathing was pained and panicky, and she kept bringing her legs across her abdomen, before switching legs and doing the same. Sharryl so desperately needed to urinate, and I watched this milt’s gorgeous round ass bounce as she stepped in place whenever no one was looking. Sandra grabbed another beer from the cooler and cracked it open. Suddenly, her hands grabbed the side of her pants, was Sharryl finally gonna do it? Pull down her pants and pee? Part of me was hoping she would, she deserved the relief after holding it so long. She let go of her pants however, clearly reconsidering. She was a grown woman, she could hold it. “You guys don’t need to pee? Alex?” my dad asked me. “Im good” I lied. I could still hold on, and I somehow oddly felt like I should for empathy for Sharryl, somehow. “Sharryl?” my dad asked. “What?” whimpered Sharryl, springing up, forcing a plastered smile on her face as she addressed my dad. “Do you need to pee?” asked my dad. Point blank, what an embarrassing question! “Im fine.” Sharryl said through fake-smiling teeth. My dad grabbed the fishing rod, “let me have a spin” he said, as he cast the line out, John’s relieved dad watching beside him, starting to make small talk about rubber bait vs live bait or something or another. No you’re not, I thought to myself about Sharryl, desperately holding in her pee. Still needing to pee somewhat urgently, Im going to make this interesting, I thought to myself. I approached Sharryl from across the boat, deciding now, of all times, was my chance to make small talk with this Megyn Kelly lookalike woman who currently desperately needed to PISS like a goddamn RACEHORSE. She had her fingers inside the sides of her pants again. She was gonna do it, pull her pants down and finally peeeeeee, but then she caught me glance, saw me approaching her with a smile, she quickly let go of her pants. “So you’re new to town?” I asked with a smile. Sharryl looked longingly into my eyes, with pain in hers. She just wanted to pee, this wasn’t fair. She started stepping subtly from foot to foot as she locked her eye’s gaze with mine. “Yes, just a couple of weeks ago.” Sharryl said, looking for a moment over to the shore anxiously. Her stepping was subtle and her hands rested beside her thighs. She clearly wanted to grab herself but prevented herself from doing that in front of me. “You must work a lot, in court and out of court, with your clients, right? What do you like so much about a lawyer?” I asked, feigning ignorance about Sharryl’s desperate plight. “Well, I’ve always been good at arguing.” her voice was trailing up at the end of her sentences, sounding anxious. “and so I said, why not do it for a living?” her voice was strained, sounding like a desperate schoolgirl who needed to piss, and she was breathing loudly through clenched teeth in between talking. She couldn’t stand still either. She grabbed her pants at the sides again, ready to pull them down, but she quickly pulled her hands away again. She was trying not to show that she needed to piss like a racehorse, but was failing to conceal her need. “And sometimes you just wanna let loose, right?” I asked. “Uhhhh” Sharryl moaned at the words “let loose”, and grabbed me by the shoulders, tightly. “I’m sorry” she said, letting go, stepping from foot to foot as she reached down and squeezed herself tightly at the crotch for a loooong moment. She looked into my eyes, and I was taken aback by what I saw. “Please” she said, “I, I don’t want to do it in front of them, but I’ve never needed to pee so badly in my life. I don't know what to do.” she whispered quietly to me as she looked directly into my eyes, her desperate gaze locking with mine as she squeezed her crotch with one hand her other hand floating and tensing nearby her crotch. I looked at this damsel in distress, this beautiful blonde professional lawyer lady who’d been forced into this embarrassing situation in her work clothes. She looked so hot, but so distressed, I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but instead, I leaned in and whispered the only thing I could think to say in this heated, erotic moment, “You’re not alone, do it with me.” I said as directly in front of her, no one else paying attention, I reached down and removed by throbbing cock from my pants. In the heat of that moment, I acted with animalistic lust for this professional lady as with one quick, sweeping motion, I grabbed her free hand and forced it over into my cock making her hand touch it! With quick surprise in her eyes, not knowing fully what she was doing, she hand did what any female’s hand would naturally in that second with an aroused male directly before her. She squeezed my hard cock with her free hand for a second, feeling the girth, feeling the veins, feeling the hardness, before quickly letting go as I shoved her hand away, lest we be caught in this outrageous act, as I aimed myself off the boat’s railing and let loose, I started peeing and peeing into the water. “I cant wait!” Sharrl yelled loudly, yanking her pants down. This woman’s butt was incredibly nice, naked. She perched over the edge of the boat, but like Cassie;s predicament earlier, Sharryl couldn’t find her balance. “Whoah! Sharryl! What are you doing?!” exclaimed John’s dad as he saw Sharryl with her pants pulled down, her blonde bush on display now in front of several teenagers and two grown men, all the while I stood beside her emptying my full bladder loudly into the lake.. Professionalism had evaporated from Sharryl’s tone now. “I have to pee goddamnit!” Sharyl cried in shame and frustration as she struggled to find her footing and her balance with her beige pant suit pants and panties pulled down around her knees, a third vagina on display this afternoon. “aghh!” She yelled. She didn’t know what to do, the railing and height of this boat made it nearly impossible for a woman to balance on the edge with he butt far enough out to successfully pee. Cassie had struggled earlier, and now Sharryl’s blonde haired pussy was starting to leak as her face was inflamed with blushing, red, embarrassment. Everyone turned away from Sharryl’s struggle, not quite believing it. “Please help me!” she pleaded with me as I continued peeing, cock in hand. “How?!” I asked, not knowing what to do, but before she or I could say another word, she grabbed me with her hands on my back, just below my shoulder blades and attempted to use my body for balance support, however this meant she had to center herself in front of me for real balance and so without asking, without knowing what else to do, and me not knowing what to say, Sharryl quickly centered herself in front of me, her hands gripping my back for support, as my torrent of urine continued streaming below her and below the railing, into the water below. Directly in front of me, her gaze meeting mine, still clutching my back to hold herself balanced over the railing’s edge, and so having no free hands to hold herself Sharryl whimpered the shaky, high-pitched whimper of a little girl, as her blonde pussy issued a rocket-ship-like TORRENT of hot, girl pee, just below her pulled down pants, STRAIGHT ONTO MY HARD, PISSING COCK! “Oh god, I’m sorry!” Sharryl whimpered as she continued to PISS UNCONTROLLABLY right onto my dick! her urine splashing off of my engorged shaft for like THREE SECONDS! It took every ounce of strength I had not to grab this woman behind her back and pull her tight, pissing cunt right onto my hardened shaft. But Sharryl quickly shimmied her butt over the railing as her stream SPLASHED against mine, creating a cascading wall of urine that splashed into the water below. “WHOAH! What’s going on with the two of you?!!!” My dad yelled, as everyone turned and saw the sight of Sharrly holding me on both sides behind my back, both of us peeing in loud harmony with each other. “I couldn’t hold it, and I couldn’t balance” was all Sharryl managed to say, looking back over my shoulders at a bunch of appalled looking eyeballs. “I’m sorry, it just feels so good to be peeing. Please give me a minute to finish” Sharryl said, closing her eyes. I looked down at this woman’s pissing pussy, a firehose-like torrent escaping from her blonde-haired slit. I so so so badly wanted to just plunge straight forward and upward and shove my hardened cock into Sharryl, but that was just teenaged hormonal lust whispering dirty impulses to my brain. Sharryl’s grip on my back tightened and softened as this lady peed and peed. Her vagina was beautiful and so was her face, her mouth hanging wide open, letting out her long restrained, “AHHHHHHH”s and later, towards the end of her blissful peeing a “so much better”. “Well I couldn’t balance, either, I know how she feels” said Cassie, and everyone burst out laughing with comic relief. There came a moment where I was done peeing, but Sharryl was still going steady, still holding me for balance. Her hands were slowly slipping from my back, however. She opened her eyes and looked at me as I grabbed myself. Her eyes went down to my penis unabashedly as I struggled to tuck my hardened member into my pants. Sharryl was still peeing. “Please grab me” she whispered, her grip slipping more. I grabbed Sharryl’s arms, holding her balanced, her grip on my back relaxing now as she continued to pee into the water. This woman really had to go, I thought. Her blonde pussy just kept pissing. She looked me in the eyes again. “Thank you.” She said, now looking a little bit ashamed, as her relief brought back her awareness of where she was and what she was doing. No one else seemed to care any more, but she laughed as her gaze met mine again. “I really needed to pee, thank you for helping me” she chuckled as I continued to hold this woman balanced over the railing. Finally her stream trailed off to a trickle for another ten-fifteen seconds, before dying off. “Pull me in” she said, as I pulled her back in from over the water, her shimmying her buttcheecks forward on the rail. Just when I thought the whole episode was over, still incredibly turned on, she said “Thank you” once more, pulled her underwear and pants back up and brought her lips to my ear. “Gorgeous cock” she whispered very quietly as she walked past me to join the others again after her embarrassing ordeal. She and I didn’t acknowledge anything erotic or unusual between each other for the rest of the fishing trip, though, and now that we had all peed, everyone was much more relaxed. Finally we went back to shore after another half hour or so. I saw Sharryl once or twice more with John’s dad after that, but we again never acknowledged anything about that fateful fishing outing. Soon she stopped dating John’s dad and that was it for me ever seeing her again, but I still enjoy a good self-sufficiency session remembering these gorgeous bursting ladies, and especially the feeling of having a woman in her thirties forced, by circumstance to PISS onto my hardened, teenaged cock. What a day it was to remember.
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  9. Here’s a recounting of a delicious memory of about a dozen close friends peeing together over a span of about 4 to 5 hours on a boat, a small jon boat with one level, meant for about 5 people, no bathroom. I was 16 at the time, in high school, as was my step-sister Cassie. Cassie was friend’s with a pretty, exchange student from Spain named Sandra. Sandra looked a LOT like the french model named Laura Frisson, in terms both of her thin, sexy frame as well as her pretty face, light caramel skin tone, pert behind… My buddy John and his dad liked to go fishing on a large lake about twenty minute’s drive from where we lived, and that day, my dad and I decided to join them, as we often did, for this fishing trip. The difference this time, however, was that my sister (step-sister) Cassie decided to join us this time with Sandra towing along, Cassie wanting to show Sandra around the different parts of the state for the first time (Rhode Island), and Sarah having been apparently intrigued by the sound of a day at the lake. John and I drove together in one car. John’s dad was a CFO of a fairly large company, and had done very well for himself, however, as a family, the Maxwell’s were extremely modest and frugal with their money, and enjoyed simple activities like fishing on the lake, on what was actually a fairly small jon boat. When we pulled up to the lake today, there was my dad and John loading a large, and heavy looking, by the way they struggled, cooler onto the boat. There was an unfamiliar face on the boat today, too, a pretty-faced blonde woman, who looked a lot like Megyn Kelly (American news anchor on Fox News for years) in the face, and she was wearing beige business pants and a navy blue top, looking like she was dressed for work at the office all day long and had come straight here after work. John parked the car and we got out, approached the boat. “Hey guys, Sharryl this is my son.” said John’s dad. “And that’s my son” said my own father, motioning to me. “Hi, I’m Sharryl, I’m new to town, I work in the same office as your dad.” Sharryl said to John with a big wide smile. John’s dad was recently divorced, and was on the prowl apparently. John and I stepped onto the boat with our dads and Sharryl. John shook Sharryl’s hand. Sharryl looked about thirty-six (John’s dad was 55) was very pretty, had shoulder length blonde hair, and had a professional vibe about her as she beamed John her brightest smile, shaking his hand. I couldn’t help but notice meanwhile that Sharryl’s pants were quite tight on her lean, fit looking legs, and I couldn’t help but wonder what her behind looked like, and was looking forward to a moment where she hopefully turned around and afforded us a glance. “I’m Alex” I said, as I shook Sharryl’s hand next. “Alex, Sharryl, pleased to meet you.” She said. Then it happened, she turned around. Her tight pants clung to her nicely rounded behind. John glanced over at me with BIG eyes, motioning with his eyes to Sharryl, and her nice rear end. “So tell me what this is all about” she said, turning back to us, looking over her shoulder with a smile. Her butt looked reallyyyy nice, it was so round and fit, yet still womanly, looking a lot like Brianna Love’s nice womanly ass, and her tight beige pants clung to every curve of this woman’s delicious behind. I quickly looked up. She noticed me staring, but sighed, seemed patient. “What’s that?” John asked. “The fisherman’s life! Tell me about it!” Sharryl exclaimed. “Oh” John started to explain how long he’d been fishing, freshwater vs saltwater, etc, making small talk with his dad and Sharryl. My dad meanwhile asked me. “Where’s your sister? She was supposed to bring that Spanish student to the lake with us? Oh, nevermind, here they are.” My sister’s SUV pulled into the lake parking lot. My sister and Sandra out of the car, wearing bikini tops and towels wrapped around their wastes. “Whoah, didn’t know it was bikini day! Okay!” John’s dad exclaimed. “It’s a day at the lake, one of the last nice days of the summer, might as well make it count.” said my sister Cassie as the two girls stepped onto the jon boat with us. They took their towels off. A word on Cassie, Cassie was extremely fit and very sexy and had a quite large, but toned, butt that was a lot like the youtuber Vantoee, but I had long ago trained myself against seeing Cassie as sexy, as she was my stepsister and was practically family. But I noticed that John’s dad got a long look at my sister as she removed her towel and showed her full, bikini clad figure. Sandra removed her towel as well, and there was a brief moment of awkward silence as we all collectively, and individually, stifled a moan at the sight of this slender girl’s micro-bikini. Her bikini bottom was incredibly small, and very tight, it was tight enough to show camel-toe, and seemed inappropriately too small, a micro bikini for sure, her camel-toe proudly displayed this sexy young Spaniard’s beautifully pert pussy lips through her dark green, bikini bottoms. She turned and bent over, looking into the lake with a smile. Her bikini bottoms round tight against her little pussy slit showing up underneath her delicious bottom. Her butt was small, butt perfectly bubbly and sexy, her butt looking like Laura Frisson’s famous butt, as well as her face. Sandra’s spicy Spanish accent was as bubbly and as sexy as her pert behind, this Laura Frisson doppleganger. Sharryl at once got a very angry look on her face, seeing my sister and Sandra in their bikinis. (Was she threatened? She was hot, but was in her forties, sexy in a milf way, and here were too late teens in bikinis, trapped on the same boat with the boys). Sharryl quickly wiped the sour expression from her face as she introduced herself to the girls. Soon we were out fishing, laughing, joking, chatting, carousing together on the boat, drinking beers and canned long-island iced teas from the cooler. Our dads were quite cool and allowed us teenagers to drink with them, knowing they’d be hypocrites not to, as they were known for their teenaged party years and had regaled us with dozens of stories by that point of “the good old days”. John kept eyeballing my sister in her bikini, and got a long hard look at her big round ass every time she turned around. This annoyed me slightly, but what was I to do? John was just a normal guy like any other guy, and Cassie was attractive, after all. Sandra was enjoying her afternoon with us, and her sexy Spanish accent even seemed to infect her laughter. Her glorious smile showed every time she let out her pretty, bellowing laughter, a pretty girl for sure, it a tight, green micro-bikini. Sharryl meanwhile was enjoying herself, but was trying to keep professional, as she was older than the girls and me and John and was still new to town and to John’s dad’s office, and wanted to keep up composure, in spite of her slowly growing inebriation (she’d had two long island iced teas by now). She told us tales of idiosyncratic court cases she had worked in the past, i.e. a cat lady that murdered her husband and blamed her cats, etc. At some point however, I noticed that Sharryl had gotten quite, her expression looking slightly anxious, restless, and she had taken to allowing her distracted gaze to drift out to the shore of the lake, as if longing to return… Sharryl was periodically shifting her weight back and forth between her two long, beige pant suit panted legs, and was subtly, but rapidly bouncing her thigh as she switched back and forth between legs. Her expression looking tense, I could tell that the iced teas had caught up to Sharryl and that she needed to pee and let the tea back out, but where?! She was stuck on the boat! No bathroom! Just the lake, that gently murmuring, rippling water surrounding this poor woman in all directions. The time passed, another forty minutes now, and Sharryl’s quivering thigh bouncing had increased in it’s speed and urgency. Nobody but me seemed to notice, however, and I genuinely felt bad for Sharryl as I watched her struggle to maintain her composure of relaxed yet professional engagement with my dad and John’s dad’s conversation. Sharryl had her arms folded across her chest, and she had to force a smile on her verrrry anxious looking face as she talked with the dads. Right leg, left leg, cross legs over here, curtsy there, but never let the men know she desperately needed to urinate, that seemed to be the name of the game written across Sharryl’s pained-looking face. A bead of sweat streamed from her forehead. Her leg muscles were tensing tightly, and she kept kept kept glancing longingly at the forested shore of the lake, as if dying to somehow leap the ten meters distance so that she could urgently dive behind a tree, remove her tight dress pants, and finally let loose. Sharryl needed to PEE, but she was new to town, trapped on a boat, wanted to impress everyone and maintain her professional status, and so was determined to keep a forced smile on her face and try try try to focus on what the two adult men were talking to her about, but she looked genuinely nervous, nearly frantic as she silently and subtly quivered with the need to piss. We had been on the boat for just over two hours and fifteen minutes now, not a short time for a slim woman’s bladder. Sharryl had stepped out of her shoes on the boat, and I saw her toes curling so tightly they were turning white, such was this woman’s desperate struggle to hold her bladder’s contents. I was so distracted watching Sharryl’s silent suffering that I hadn’t noticed Cassie’s, as when I finally decided to look away from the poor, suffering Sharryl, I noticed that Cassie was sitting down on the edge of the boat, had her legs crossed over one another, and her top leg was actually bouncing with considerable vigor. Cassie also had an anxious expression on her face, and definitely needed to pee! but looked determined to keep herself distracted with what John was talking to her about, as he flirted with Cassie and fished at the same time, trying to show off his fishing techniques. At some point, my dad opened another beer, and it fizzled, frothed, and foamed over the edge of the bottle, the carbonation having gotten shaken up somehow, as the majority spilled onto the boat’s floor. “Ohhh” Sharryl quietly whimpered with a strained-sounding voice, sounding like a desperate little girl, this late thirties woman, as her hands shot down to the sides of her pant suit pants, gripping the fabric tightly. Cassie also shot up from her seat on the side of the boat, standing as her gaze was locked onto the foaming yellow liquid on the floor of the boat, looking a lot like a puddle of piss, something these two women were trying to keep off of their minds. Cassie quickly turned away and looked off at the shore of the lake, her legs straightening, fighting, shaking. Cassie sighed in frustration for a moment as she bounced on the spot, but didn’t say anything. Sharryl meanwhile had taken to pacing in small circles on her side of the boat. She couldn’t stand still for a moment, and her beautiful butt cheeks quivered under tight beige fabric as her body tensed and shook with the effort Sharryl was making NOT to pee. My and John’s drunken dad didn’t even seem to notice this poor woman’s plight. My dad held what was left of his spilled beer out for Sharryl. “Here, Sharryl, finish it off.” He stuck the bottle out into Sharryl’s face, practically, the glass bottle still DRIPPING. Sharryl let out a subtle “ughh” between desperately hanging open lips, her eyebrows furrowing with worry in her eyes as she struggled to make her hand grab the dripping bottle. Sharryl quickly chugged the remaining third of the beer, left in the bottle, as if giving herself no time to rethink the move. How could she take in MORE beer?! This woman’s vagina was about to BLAST OFF, given her shaky, bodily antics. She was walking in place here, tensing her thighs there, tensing her beautifully round, womanly buttocks, breathing loudly through her teeth, gazing at the shore, the trees, so close and yet so far away… I was developing the need to pee by now too, we’d been on this boat for almost three hours now, and magically nobody had peed yet. Nobody had even mentioned needing the bathroom yet. I began to wonder how the pretty young Spaniard girl Sandra was holding up, she’d been drinking just as much after all. I noticed that she was balanced on one leg, was moving up and down slightly, and that her slim stomach looked MUCH more rounded now. She had a slightly frustrated expression on her face, too. This was totally unfair, I thought. None of these females had been warned about the endurance and patience of a seasoned fisherman, and John just kept his gaze out on his fishing line as he waited and waited for a bite. My and his father watched the line for long periods of time, too. Cassie was smiling and enjoying the fishing show too, as John displayed his casting skills, but still, at low moments where not a whole lot was happening, she would step from foot to foot, and I was having a hard time not noticing my step-sister’s large, shaking, bikini-clad ass as she quivered and shook her weight from foot to foot. Sandra sighed in seeming anger as she kept her focused gaze on the water and on John’s fishing line. “Atta boy, John, we’ll get a bite, don’t worry.” his dad said. Cassie’s breathing was growing louder, huffier and puffier, as she was continuously letting out frustrated sounding sighs, and she had taken to crossing her legs too, keeping her arms folded across her chest. Sandra sighed frustrated sounding sighs from time to time too as she rested her weight on her left leg, now her right, leg, now her left, now her right. I looked down. Sandra’s toes were curling beside my sister’s curling toes. I looked back over to Sharryl, she behind everyone, leaning on the edge of the boat, her legs were crossed tightly, her face hotly flushed a rosy red color, and she breathed loudly through clenched teeth, looking with strain in her eyes at the shore as she turned longingly over her shoulder to the woods on the land. This was so not fair for her, and so not cool for her, she was new to town, new to the office, was professionally dressed in tight beige pants and stylish professional navy blue top, and wanted to make a good impression, especially on John’s dad, and here she was longing to pull her pants down and PISS off the edge of the boat into the water, but couldn’t very well do that in front of several teenagers, could she? Not the professional type of woman she was, but boy oh boy did Sharrly need to pee, badly. Cassie beside me meanwhile, couldn’t stand still on one leg. Sandra had her dark, thick Spanish eyebrows furrowed in focus as her toes curled tightly and her thin thighs contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed, stepped in place subtly between her two feet, toes curling again when she stood in place on her thin, toned legs. Sandra’s buttcheeks were quivering slightly under the edge of her tight green micro-bikini, and I had grown a hard, massive erection in my shorts as I watched these desperate women’s silent, suffering, frantic antics. Suddenly, a precursor! An icebreaker! A release of tension! At three hours and fifteen minutes of endurance, finally, somebody, John, backed up from the boat’s edge, “take this real quick, sorry guys gotta do this” said John, very casually as he handed me the fishing rod. He proceeded, with casually grace, to reach down and remove himself from his pants as he stepped back up to the boat’s edge, cock in hand, and began pissing…LOUDLY into the water. “Oh!” Sharryl exclaimed as her hand quickly flew to her crotch, giving it a tight squeeze before quickly her hand away, stepping rapidly from foot to foot, nobody noticing however, as they were distracted with. “Oh my god!” Cassie exclaimed as she grabbed her crotch with her right hand and kept it there, as she stepped frantically from foot to foot. “Not cool, John. Oh goddddd” Cassie desperately whimpered, squeezing her bikini-clad pussy with real strength, a desperate gesture. Meanwhle Sandra was grabbing the sides of her bikini bottoms, as if ready to pull them down, as she backed up towards the edge of the boat. “Whoah, what are you doing Sandra?” asked John’s dad. “I need to pee too”, she said. Sharryl’s face winced at the word, pee. She scrunched up her face, turned away from the group, her right hand moving towards her crotch, giving it a brief, tight squeeze through her pants, her gloriously round ass shaking with the tense, frantic movements of her legs. “Yeah so do I.” said Cassie, letting go of her crotch, her face blushing red. “Well surely you girls can wait til we’re back to shore, you're grown ups.” said my dad with a chuckle. “It’s different for guys, we can face away and let loose, for a girl it’s totally inappropriate just cause of how God made us. John’s dad laughed hearing this. Cassie sighed in frustration, relegated to holding it, accepting her fate of waiting desperately for their return to shore, to their car, to the drive home, finally yanking her bikini bottoms down as she sits her big round ass on the toilet seat. “Okay, well I do not see that as fair” Sandra protested in her sexy Spanish accent. “And besides, if we’re all adults here, than I don’t see why we can’t grow up and accept that girls pee, too. Seems immature to me” “Well, first she wants to show up in a swim suit and now she wants to take it off? Well okay then everyone turn around and let her go.” John’s dad said. Sandra looked angrily at John’s dad at this comment. “Okay, well it could have just been a matter of fact type of thing, that girls pee too, and now you’ve gone and made a big deal out of nothing.” Sandra said as she stepped back and forth from foot to foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her camel-toe was tensing under this Spaniard’s tight bikini as her vagina fought back the flood of urine. “It’s been more than three hours, and eventually girls need to pee, and it’s inconsiderate of you to keep us girls here, no bathroom, and then prevent us from peeing, but if it has to made into a big deal, which is very American, than I guess I can hold it.” Sandra said. Sharryl was still holding herself, but let go of herself now, turning back to the group. Sandra looked back out over the water. Her toes curled inward. Cassie moaned in frustration, removing her hands from her crotch. “No, actually, I’m doing this, in my country when we need to pee we need to pee, and I won’t be controlled like a pet. I’m sorry, but I need to pee right now, and we’ve all been to sex ed and I frankly don't care if your American eyes see me or not” Sandra backed up to the edge of the boat and peeled down her tight bikini bottoms in one motion before everybody. Everyone’s eyes were immediately drawn, in spite of ourselves, to this beautiful young Spaniard’s tight, tiny little pussy, shaved bare, save for a landing strip of pubic hair that ran along her swollen bladder’s caramel skin to her beautiful, young woman’s, wet, bulging little slit as she slid her round, teenaged little butt off the boats corner railing and let out a satisfying sigh of relief as… PISS SPLASHING into the WATER. “Oh, que rico.” Sandra uttered as she peed noisily into the water below her tight round ass, holding the rail with her hands for support. The loud splashing was apparently too much for Cassie, however, as, “Oh my god I have to pee so badly, Im sorry, I cant wait!” Cassie moaned aloud as she quickly rushed to the railing closest to her, between Sandra and myself, but as this was not the corner, Cassie struggled to find a pattern of footing that allowed her to balance herself. “Oh god!” she exclaimed. She couldn’t balance off the side and was too embarrassed to pull her bottoms down until she was confidently positioned with her butt over the edge of the boat, but she needed the corner. She was frantically trying to find a position where she could balance, but couldn’t. She frantically stuck her hand out towards me. “Alex! Please!” Cassie yelled shaking her hand out at me. “Help me balance!” I grabbed my sister’s hand and held her bodyweight balanced towards me so that she could sit over the edge of the boat and balance. Her hand tensely, tightly grabbed mine as Cassie fought to balance in a seated position, and once balanced she whimpered loudly with a childlike, strained voice, as her other hand struggled to pull her bikini bottoms to the side of her vagina, forgetting that her bikini was still on. Her free hand fought to pull her tight bikini away to the side as I got an eyeful of my step-sisters, puffy pink pussy as her hand fought to pull her bikini to the side. Her pussy finally free, my sister starts pissing a TORRENT into the water below. Cassie’s hand tensed and relaxed in perfect unison with her sighs of relief and the vibrations of her slowly deflating, female bladder. It was as if she was guiding me through an educational tutorial on the exact capacity, milliliter by milliliter as she emptied her bladder into the water below, her hand muscles in harmonious muscle contraction with her bladder contractions, pushing out Cassie’s piss. My sister kept her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open, loudly exhaling “Ahhhhhhhh”s and “Oh god”s with utter relief, as I held her hand tightly to keep my dear sister balanced. Sandra was also letting out lots of sexy, Spanish sounds “oooooh”s as she voided her bladder’s contents into the water, squatting just beside Cassie with her eyes closed. I looked down at these two girls, doing their thing, two tight, pissing pussies, one a tan Spanish one with a landing strip, and Cassie’s a pale Anlgo-Saxon pink pussy, bikini still held tightly to the side with her free hand, with a slight bush. My sister’s hand gripped mine tightly for support. It was incredibly erotic, feeling my sister’s hand tense and relax as she peed, her grip gradually becoming looser and more restful as she was nearing the end of her long held piss. Cassie opened her eyes, looked into mine, just laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. “Thank you” she said to me, still peeing noisily. “God, I had to pee”. Sharryl meanwhile was staring longingly at these two pissing, teenaged girls with sheer envy and longing in her eyes. Her legs tense, she again turned away from the group and clutched her crotch tightly. She needed to pee, and it was so not fair that she was expected to hold it while these two girls peed loudly into the lake, moaning with relief. Sandra finished peeing first finally, and pulled herself back onto the boat before, slowly, meticulously reapplying her bikini bottom, with care and attention to detail, back over her tight, bare pussy, and around her hips. “So much better” Sandra said. And just as my sister finished peeing and let her bikini snap back over her pussy, my dad and John, cruelly began pissing off the edge of the boat. “well tis the season, I guess!” one of them quipped before we all laughed. “Oh God!” Sharryl whimpered quietly. She looked like she was about to cry, her breathing was pained and panicky, and she kept bringing her legs across her abdomen, before switching legs and doing the same. Sharryl so desperately needed to urinate, and I watched this milt’s gorgeous round ass bounce as she stepped in place whenever no one was looking. Sandra grabbed another beer from the cooler and cracked it open. Suddenly, her hands grabbed the side of her pants, was Sharryl finally gonna do it? Pull down her pants and pee? Part of me was hoping she would, she deserved the relief after holding it so long. She let go of her pants however, clearly reconsidering. She was a grown woman, she could hold it. “You guys don’t need to pee? Alex?” my dad asked me. “Im good” I lied. I could still hold on, and I somehow oddly felt like I should for empathy for Sharryl, somehow. “Sharryl?” my dad asked. “What?” whimpered Sharryl, springing up, forcing a plastered smile on her face as she addressed my dad. “Do you need to pee?” asked my dad. Point blank, what an embarrassing question! “Im fine.” Sharryl said through fake-smiling teeth. My dad grabbed the fishing rod, “let me have a spin” he said, as he cast the line out, John’s relieved dad watching beside him, starting to make small talk about rubber bait vs live bait or something or another. No you’re not, I thought to myself about Sharryl, desperately holding in her pee. Still needing to pee somewhat urgently, Im going to make this interesting, I thought to myself. I approached Sharryl from across the boat, deciding now, of all times, was my chance to make small talk with this Megyn Kelly lookalike woman who currently desperately needed to PISS like a goddamn RACEHORSE. She had her fingers inside the sides of her pants again. She was gonna do it, pull her pants down and finally peeeeeee, but then she caught me glance, saw me approaching her with a smile, she quickly let go of her pants. “So you’re new to town?” I asked with a smile. Sharryl looked longingly into my eyes, with pain in hers. She just wanted to pee, this wasn’t fair. She started stepping subtly from foot to foot as she locked her eye’s gaze with mine. “Yes, just a couple of weeks ago.” Sharryl said, looking for a moment over to the shore anxiously. Her stepping was subtle and her hands rested beside her thighs. She clearly wanted to grab herself but prevented herself from doing that in front of me. “You must work a lot, in court and out of court, with your clients, right? What do you like so much about a lawyer?” I asked, feigning ignorance about Sharryl’s desperate plight. “Well, I’ve always been good at arguing.” her voice was trailing up at the end of her sentences, sounding anxious. “and so I said, why not do it for a living?” her voice was strained, sounding like a desperate schoolgirl who needed to piss, and she was breathing loudly through clenched teeth in between talking. She couldn’t stand still either. She grabbed her pants at the sides again, ready to pull them down, but she quickly pulled her hands away again. She was trying not to show that she needed to piss like a racehorse, but was failing to conceal her need. “And sometimes you just wanna let loose, right?” I asked. “Uhhhh” Sharryl moaned at the words “let loose”, and grabbed me by the shoulders, tightly. “I’m sorry” she said, letting go, stepping from foot to foot as she reached down and squeezed herself tightly at the crotch for a loooong moment. She looked into my eyes, and I was taken aback by what I saw. “Please” she said, “I, I don’t want to do it in front of them, but I’ve never needed to pee so badly in my life. I don't know what to do.” she whispered quietly to me as she looked directly into my eyes, her desperate gaze locking with mine as she squeezed her crotch with one hand her other hand floating and tensing nearby her crotch. I looked at this damsel in distress, this beautiful blonde professional lawyer lady who’d been forced into this embarrassing situation in her work clothes. She looked so hot, but so distressed, I wanted to lean in and kiss her, but instead, I leaned in and whispered the only thing I could think to say in this heated, erotic moment, “You’re not alone, do it with me.” I said as directly in front of her, no one else paying attention, I reached down and removed by throbbing cock from my pants. In the heat of that moment, I acted with animalistic lust for this professional lady as with one quick, sweeping motion, I grabbed her free hand and forced it over into my cock making her hand touch it! With quick surprise in her eyes, not knowing fully what she was doing, she hand did what any female’s hand would naturally in that second with an aroused male directly before her. She squeezed my hard cock with her free hand for a second, feeling the girth, feeling the veins, feeling the hardness, before quickly letting go as I shoved her hand away, lest we be caught in this outrageous act, as I aimed myself off the boat’s railing and let loose, I started peeing and peeing into the water. “I cant wait!” Sharrl yelled loudly, yanking her pants down. This woman’s butt was incredibly nice, naked. She perched over the edge of the boat, but like Cassie;s predicament earlier, Sharryl couldn’t find her balance. “Whoah! Sharryl! What are you doing?!” exclaimed John’s dad as he saw Sharryl with her pants pulled down, her blonde bush on display now in front of several teenagers and two grown men, all the while I stood beside her emptying my full bladder loudly into the lake.. Professionalism had evaporated from Sharryl’s tone now. “I have to pee goddamnit!” Sharyl cried in shame and frustration as she struggled to find her footing and her balance with her beige pant suit pants and panties pulled down around her knees, a third vagina on display this afternoon. “aghh!” She yelled. She didn’t know what to do, the railing and height of this boat made it nearly impossible for a woman to balance on the edge with he butt far enough out to successfully pee. Cassie had struggled earlier, and now Sharryl’s blonde haired pussy was starting to leak as her face was inflamed with blushing, red, embarrassment. Everyone turned away from Sharryl’s struggle, not quite believing it. “Please help me!” she pleaded with me as I continued peeing, cock in hand. “How?!” I asked, not knowing what to do, but before she or I could say another word, she grabbed me with her hands on my back, just below my shoulder blades and attempted to use my body for balance support, however this meant she had to center herself in front of me for real balance and so without asking, without knowing what else to do, and me not knowing what to say, Sharryl quickly centered herself in front of me, her hands gripping my back for support, as my torrent of urine continued streaming below her and below the railing, into the water below. Directly in front of me, her gaze meeting mine, still clutching my back to hold herself balanced over the railing’s edge, and so having no free hands to hold herself Sharryl whimpered the shaky, high-pitched whimper of a little girl, as her blonde pussy issued a rocket-ship-like TORRENT of hot, girl pee, just below her pulled down pants, STRAIGHT ONTO MY HARD, PISSING COCK! “Oh god, I’m sorry!” Sharryl whimpered as she continued to PISS UNCONTROLLABLY right onto my dick! her urine splashing off of my engorged shaft for like THREE SECONDS! It took every ounce of strength I had not to grab this woman behind her back and pull her tight, pissing cunt right onto my hardened shaft. But Sharryl quickly shimmied her butt over the railing as her stream SPLASHED against mine, creating a cascading wall of urine that splashed into the water below. “WHOAH! What’s going on with the two of you?!!!” My dad yelled, as everyone turned and saw the sight of Sharrly holding me on both sides behind my back, both of us peeing in loud harmony with each other. “I couldn’t hold it, and I couldn’t balance” was all Sharryl managed to say, looking back over my shoulders at a bunch of appalled looking eyeballs. “I’m sorry, it just feels so good to be peeing. Please give me a minute to finish” Sharryl said, closing her eyes. I looked down at this woman’s pissing pussy, a firehose-like torrent escaping from her blonde-haired slit. I so so so badly wanted to just plunge straight forward and upward and shove my hardened cock into Sharryl, but that was just teenaged hormonal lust whispering dirty impulses to my brain. Sharryl’s grip on my back tightened and softened as this lady peed and peed. Her vagina was beautiful and so was her face, her mouth hanging wide open, letting out her long restrained, “AHHHHHHH”s and later, towards the end of her blissful peeing a “so much better”. “Well I couldn’t balance, either, I know how she feels” said Cassie, and everyone burst out laughing with comic relief. There came a moment where I was done peeing, but Sharryl was still going steady, still holding me for balance. Her hands were slowly slipping from my back, however. She opened her eyes and looked at me as I grabbed myself. Her eyes went down to my penis unabashedly as I struggled to tuck my hardened member into my pants. Sharryl was still peeing. “Please grab me” she whispered, her grip slipping more. I grabbed Sharryl’s arms, holding her balanced, her grip on my back relaxing now as she continued to pee into the water. This woman really had to go, I thought. Her blonde pussy just kept pissing. She looked me in the eyes again. “Thank you.” She said, now looking a little bit ashamed, as her relief brought back her awareness of where she was and what she was doing. No one else seemed to care any more, but she laughed as her gaze met mine again. “I really needed to pee, thank you for helping me” she chuckled as I continued to hold this woman balanced over the railing. Finally her stream trailed off to a trickle for another ten-fifteen seconds, before dying off. “Pull me in” she said, as I pulled her back in from over the water, her shimmying her buttcheecks forward on the rail. Just when I thought the whole episode was over, still incredibly turned on, she said “Thank you” once more, pulled her underwear and pants back up and brought her lips to my ear. “Gorgeous cock” she whispered very quietly as she walked past me to join the others again after her embarrassing ordeal. She and I didn’t acknowledge anything erotic or unusual between each other for the rest of the fishing trip, though, and now that we had all peed, everyone was much more relaxed. Finally we went back to shore after another half hour or so. I saw Sharryl once or twice more with John’s dad after that, but we again never acknowledged anything about that fateful fishing outing. Soon she stopped dating John’s dad and that was it for me ever seeing her again, but I still enjoy a good self-sufficiency session remembering these gorgeous bursting ladies, and especially the feeling of having a woman in her thirties forced, by circumstance to PISS onto my hardened, teenaged cock. What a day it was to remember.
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  12. The other week my SO and I worked on a pixel animation of a wetting and messing incident. After we were done I decided to write a short story to match the animation, so here is that story. I've edited the pixel animation to just be the wetting incident, and I'll try to post it here (as I believe the messing accident would be against the rules for the site). May Holdall is Trapped On The Job Part 1: Drip Coffee Desperation, Wetting The breakfast rush at the Tiki-Time Bikini Hut was finally over. The long line of cars in the early morning would pile in on both sides of the little bikini barista shop, on its little corner lot by a gas station. The customers drove up and ordered drinks with ridiculous themed names like the Luau Latte, tapped the hula girl before putting money in the tip cup, and most importantly of all they ogled the young women who worked the stand in bright bikinis. But today’s breakfast rush had been worse than usual. While there were usually two ladies working the Tiki-Time, able to support each other and give their opposite a break if necessary, Alice called in sick at the last moment. That left May to work the stand all alone, through the rush, hours of work with no relief. Relief was the key word on May’s mind as the last car drove off. That morning she made herself a massive coffee as she was prepping the Hut to open for the morning. Then as the cascade of calls came in from Alice, her boss, and other coworkers saying they couldn’t replace her, May downed her coffee out of nervous habit. By the time she was done with the first few cars, she already knew she was going to need a bathroom break eventually. She didn’t have the option to just close her window and let Alice handle the rest of the load either. Worse than that, even on a slow day where she drank her drink over the course of the day, Mary’s morning coffee had the bad habit of waking up her bowels. Usually it wasn’t a problem, she could ignore the rumblings and stomach pressure for long enough to run to the restroom at the gas station or supermarket. She was a healthy girl, and while she would never dream of describing her movements to anyone but a medical professional, her productions were could be described as ‘a bane to toilets’. So today, alone through the rush, May had relief on her mind. Even the smallest movements made the sloshing of her bladder obvious, and there was a second problem that she definitely needed to void as soon as she could. All she had to do was close up the window for a bit. Even if Eddie, the owner, wouldn’t like missing a few customers, it was a better option than May making a mess in the hut. May took a sigh of relief, and reached up to grab the shutter to pull it down, when she heard a loud honk from a car. Her stomach jumped, and a tingle went through her body, but she shook it off and looked to see the approaching car. If it was just one order she could bang it out and then go find the relief her bladder needed. Then she saw a grey coupe approaching with a little raccoon tail tied to the antennae, and she felt a chill in the air. It was Tony, aka Tony the Talker. He was an older man that every employee of the Tiki-Time knew by name. While creepers were a common problem when you had to have your cleavage out for every customer you served, Tony was a different problem. He seemed to think that the best way to make the girls at the Tiki-Time like him was to tell them every asinine thing that happened to him since he last saw them. He was a fisher and hunter, had a little garden in his yard, and May knew the full details of every catch, kill, and harvest the old man had for the last few years. While May wanted nothing more than to close the door in Tony’s face and walk away, Tony and Eddie were also great friends. Julie was one of the best workers at the Tiki-Time a few months ago, but she made the mistake of letting out one heavy sigh while dealing with Tony and a week later she was fired for ‘not respecting customers or showing proper dedication to customer service.’ This was the same Julie who once leaped out the window to do CPR on a choking customer. To keep it simple, everyone was on their best behavior around Tony. His car came to a slow stop, and May gave him a wide smile and a little nod. Tony’s eyes were already on her chest. He was usually respectful to start, but his eyes did wander. “Little May, they have a pretty young lady like you working all by yourself? That’s a shame.” May shrugged, making sure to push her assets forward as her shoulders came up and in. She kept smiling, but she was squeezing her thighs in as well. She was so close to being able to walk over to the bathroom, and her bladder knew it. She squeezed everything below her waist, and could feel the pang from the pressure as her body warned her not to let this go on for long. “I’m just doing my best. What can I get for you today, Tony?” She said. He let out a slow laugh, and made a point of slowly going over the menu. While the sign was about chest level for most of the girls, at May’s height it was obvious when Tony’s eyes would dart between the prices and then down to her cleavage. She was a good head or two shorter than most of the girls, and they were already generally short. As Tony put it in one of his creepier moments, she was ‘fun sized’. May kept her thighs squeezed tight as he reviewed the prices. She smiled, leaning over the counter just a bit to hopefully keep him content. She just needed him to choose an item, and she would be free. “You know, Little May, the price on the hot chocolate always reminds me of my boat, I’ve told you about my boat right? May suppressed a scream as she nodded. He was going to go into a boat story, now, while she was holding back the flood of her whole extra large coffee demanding to meet the carpet. All she could do is squeeze her legs and hold on to for dear life, trying to make sure he didn’t notice her predicament. She felt a wave of desperation come over her, and she switched from one leg to another, in some vain attempt to make her body think she was at least on the way to solve the problem. But he was still talking. She could barely make out what he was saying, but she knew she wasn’t going to get a word in. She focused on nodding her head, looking attentive, and containing the torrent between her legs. When moving her legs became too much of a reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere, she stamped both her feet down, brought her knees together, and squeezed her thighs and buttocks together as tight as she could. She could hold, she had to hold, because the alternative was humiliating to even think about. It was just a conversation with an old man, she could last that much longer, and then waddle across the parking lot to find sweet relief. “…she doesn’t go that fast anymore, but you should have seen her back when I first got her. Maybe one of these days I could take you and some of the other ladies out there, you would love the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat…” Even knowing he was talking about bodies of water was like a slow drip of liquid in May’s mind. He kept droning on, and his words crashed against her like wave after wave. She took slow breaths through her nose, and squeezed for all she could. Her muscles were already tired from the rush. She didn’t have to worry about it before, she was going to be free and clear, but now her legs were wavering as she focused all of her power to one small area. She couldn’t let the dam burst. If she didn’t, it wasn’t like she could hide it. Her ‘uniform’, if you could call it that, was just a thong that was riding so far up her ass that it was a wonder to her it didn’t come out a new more earthy color in the afternoons. She would soak it immediately, the material would dampen and sag, and it would all come pouring down her legs and soak into her white thigh-highs that she thought were a cute choice for the day. She snapped herself back to attention. Her thoughts were turning to doom, she was on the verge of giving up. She had to hold on, even if Tony refused to shut the hell up. She was a grown woman, no matter how often Tony called her ‘little’. She wasn’t going to leak, make a mess, or anything else. She was going to hold out and then when he left she was going to slam the gate in the face of any other idiot that decided to drive up at the last second. Her boss could do whatever he wanted to her at that point. “…It is a tough little ship though. Another ship clipped me the other day, we were on the docks you see, but it still managed to get me. I wasn’t moving, it wasn’t my fault, but that doesn’t change what happened…” He was still going on. May interjected with a little chuckle, but she didn’t dare press him on ordering. It was suicidal. But she was running out of time, she could tell. Her whole body was pressed down now, trying to keep everything contained. She had more than her bladder to worry about, but for now that was more than enough of a problem. Her bladder was aching full, and her little muscles were starting to quiver. Her legs were trembling, like small spasms going up and down her thighs every few seconds. Unless Tony decided to order right now and leave, she was facing an absolute crisis. “…The leak isn’t too bad. I mean, you’ll get a little bit of water, whole lot a’ bit if I let it get bad, but it isn’t enough to ruin the whole trip…” She was fucked. It was like her whole body was shivering, just enough that she had to try to stand straighter so Tony wouldn’t notice. She couldn’t hold on much longer, her little hole was so tired, she lasted so long by herself. But one girl could only do so much. She couldn’t hold in a small gasp as she felt a small damp heat at her groin. She blinked hard to fight to tears she wanted to let loose. She couldn’t cry, not while Tony was there. But she was leaking, she knew it. Like a kid too stupid to ask to head to the bathroom, she was standing inside a booth and pissing herself. Would he hear it? If Tony heard, she was fired for sure. Tony reacted to her gasp, “I know, amazing right?” It seemed he thought she was reacting to some pointless thing he said. Another drop found release, and then another. Her arms tightened and her toes slowly met at a point in front of her, and then her pee-hole gave up a long jet of piss. For May it may as well have been a pipe bursting, she could hear the hissing as the hot pee darkened and weighted down the little fabric of her red bikini. Her stomach sank, and for a moment she forgot the rest of the world. She couldn’t hear Tony’s stupid monologue, she didn’t know where she was, she couldn’t see the gas station across from her. All she could feel was the spray releasing from her, and all she could hear is the torrent fighting through the thin material. She wanted to just sink into a hole and never be seen again, but she stood there and smiled. “You doing okay there, little May?” Tony asked. Her eyes widened. He noticed! He knew that rivulets of hot urine were criss-crossing down her inner thighs, tickling her slightly as they met halfway down and then made a beeline for her clean white stockings. “Oh don’t mind me, Tony,” May said with a giggle. “You just had me imagining the water. Last time I was on a boat I got splashed bad, I was dripping wet for the rest of the day. But I bet it would be better out there on the Hot Chocolate.” Tony almost seemed shocked that she had something to say back. He chuckled at her, oblivious to May standing right in front of him and pissing herself like a child, or some kind of deviant. “You just looked a little pale there for a second,” Tony said, “but you’re right that a trip out to sea is all about the vessel. Let me tell you…” May focused on looking as normal as she could. Eventually her bladder was empty enough that she contained the rest, but the damage was done. Her legs were hot with her voided contents, but she could feel a slight breeze from the small fan they kept at foot level to fight the heat during the warmer days. She did it, there was no denying it, and anyone who saw her would know it right away. She couldn’t look down, but she was sure her bikini bottoms were a dark crimson now, and her stockings were dark and staining with every second. But what could she do? At least that pressure was gone. For now, she would just have to cry on the inside and wait for Tony to leave so she could finish her business in peace. Her stomach gurgled, and her muscles tightened once again. Hopefully he wouldn’t stay so long that she ended up with another problem. She was well past due for her morning visit to the toilet, and with the coffee, well she didn’t have long before her body wanted that out as well. But there was no way he would take that long. She clenched her butthole, and her stomach responded with an ominous shift of her bowels.
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  13. Today started out decently. I decided since I was home alone I wanted to have some fun with myself. So after I had my morning coffee, I decided it would be fun to drink a bottle of water...then another..and go for a walk. Well it had started to get cloudy, then as I walked out into the road it started to rain..it was a cold icky rain so I went back inside. I could have added to the rain I guess, but that can be hard to capture on camera without ruining my phone. Sooooo...I had to wait it out. About 30 mins went by and it stopped, and I drank a coca-cola (more diuretic caffeine!!!) while I waited. Why do I love to torture myself?) Anyways---- went out onto my deck to play. I know, I know, I could have just done my walk..but the point of the walk is to make the desperation worse. Especially because these jeans are tight on my waist. Making it feel so much worse. Especially if I sit...or breathe..or move. And since I had to be inside I was sitting the WHOLE time so my pants where basically squeezing my bladder and laughing at me. I went outside and I set up my camera. I was in so much pain. Like if I had sneezed, or if a bee got in my face it would all be over with without my control. I decided it would be funny to try and hold it a little bit longer on camera. That was the first video I made. I didn't really do a good job. All the moving around made it so much worse. I moved to sharply at one point and I started to leak. But the leaking felt good because it was a relief of the pressure. I kind of felt better but at the same time I had the urge to *go now* hit me. But I wanted to fight it. I tried tonight it. But then I really needed to relief and I ..i...popped. leaking.mp4 HOLD IT.mp4 relief1(2).mp4 I really soaked my jeans all the way. I feel much better now. I hd to go inside and pleasure myself. Im sorry that I didn't record that for you all. 🙂 Making videos is definitely harder than taking still shots from the video for me. 🙂
    3 points
  14. A girl had her first date. She was living with her grandmother in a little down. The old lady was very strict, she had very strict rules and a strict upbringing for the girl, with much discipline. One of the rules was not to go to the toilet during a date. It would not be common for a girl she told her. A good, decent girl has to be able, to suppress and to control her bodily needs until the boy bring her home. The lady did talk about peeing like it would be something evil and something dirty. If a girl go to the toilet at a date it would furthermore bring the boy to think at at the girls vagina. A decent girl does not go if she is out with a young man. The boy on the other hand did love it if girls are needing to wee, but don’t go, if girls put it off as long as possible. They did not know this habits from each other for a long time. He did always observe the toilet customs from his girls he was dating. At the first date he noticed that his new girlfriend did not use the toilet only once and he did like that. The next time they met at forenoon. They had lunch at noon. The girl did not go to the loo. After lunch they went to a shopping mall. They had coffee and mineral in a coffee shop.The boy went to the toilet, the girl did not go, she was waiting brave at the table for him. She was needing to go too, but no wee on a date, she got told from her grandma. At evening they decided to go to the the cinema. The boy was a specialist for girls who are needing to wee, for girls who are holding a full bladder and so he had easily notice that his new girlfriend was needing to wee since afternoon, but she did not go, she did try to hide it and she did not talk about it. As they arrived at the cinema the girl was already needing to wee really, really bad. She did remember what her grandma said, but she was so full and her belly was so swollen from her overfilled bladder, so she asked the boy with silent voice “may i please use the bathroom before we go in?“ Nearly each other boy would have said “sure you may go, i am waiting for you at the entrance.” But not this boy, he asked her “is that absolutely necessary? The film starts in a few minutes. Can’t you wait until later?” What should a girl do in such a situation, what should she say ? Should she say “no i can’t wait any longer, I’ll piss my panties if i don’t go now.” A decent girl would never say something like that and so she said “ no it’s not necessary, i can wait.”although her bladder was hurting and although her urge was painful.” The boy guessed that she would not wee if he ask her the way he did. To know that she was needing the loo so bad and that she did not go, made him horny and made him think on her full bladder, on her strong urge, at her panties and at her vagina. It was exactly what the girls grandmother said. The girl was sitting with her thighs hard pressed together. ”Is it bad?” he asked her a little later, as they watched the film. ”What is bad?” she wanted to know . “I mean your urge to wee. How bad do you need to go? You have not been all day, not even once, i think you poor must need a loo very bad after holding it for so long?”he asked her in a way like he would be worried about her, but in reality he wanted to hear that she is nearly doing it in her panties, he wanted to hear that her bladder is full to burst. ”I am needing to go really bad, but i can wait until i am at home, but we should not talk about it. It is a shame that you know that i would need to wee. A boy should not know if a girl is needing to go ” she answered. She did try to hide her strong urge, but she could not do that from this boy, he watched and enjoyed every move she made to hold it in and to keep her panties dry. The girl did not wee when they left the cinema , she went straight pass the toilet and did how she got told from her grandma , she was waiting and holding until at home, she suppressed her strong bodily needs successfull. The boy did bring her home and kissed her in front of the house door, he pressed his body hard against her body, the girl had her legs tight crossed and he could feel how she tensed her muscles with all her power to hold it in. He could not get enough to torture her, he pressed his body harder and harder against her swollen bladder. The girl was squirming from needing to wee so bad, but she did let him kiss her and she did let him torture her bladder. After he kissed her goodbye he said “ where are you going first when you get in?” and smiled at her. She did not answer his question, but they did both know very well where she will go, there where she was needing to go since so many hours. As she went in, it was like her grandma said, the boy thought at his girlfriends vagina, he did imagine how powerful her pissjet must be, with how much pressure her wee would coming out from her girl slit, after holding it for so long. The next two or three dates were peeing not a theme, they did not talk about it, she did not ask for a toilet, she simply did not go. The boy wanted to test her holding ability and her bladder endurance. She was good in holding, but no girl can hold it forever, he wanted to push her to her absolutely limit, but how could he do that? He had the idea to spend a day with her, he knows now that she would not use the loo and then he would not bring her home, he would take her to his room, for some drinks, for to watch a video and to cuddle with her. What will she do if he make her stay until late at night, will she ask for the loo, will she beg him to be allowed to take a very urgent wee, or would she hold it until he bring her home? Sure he would torture her, he would make her drink, he would cuddle her in a way that he would lie on her overfilled bladder, that he would press and push hard on it!!! Can she endure that without a wee, without to leak, without to piss her panties?
    3 points
  15. 51 downloads

    FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty ✅ Audio I had been desperately leaking in my pajamas when I remembered I wanted to record wetting my new white frilly lingerie. I made a big mess~
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  17. You cause Alisha to have an accident in this video when you won’t leave her alone to use the bathroom. This quick accident video has you following Alisha into the bathroom. Desperate, she begs you to leave so she can pee in private, but you don’t listen. Unable to hold on a moment longer, she ends up wetting herself right there, in front of you, standing right in front of the toilet.
    3 points
  18. I love getting wet and messy! Especially when fully clothed and crossdressed. Combining wam and omo is just heavenly. 😋
    3 points
  19. Got home from a weekend trip in the mountains, and an Amazon package (leggings) had arrived. I put them on immediately. SO SOFT. I highly recommend these. they’re skintight and “buttery soft,” like the Amazon listing says. These are from the Voguemax store, if anyone is curious. Note: dang it, I can’t add my 1:29 length video of me peeing in them. I wonder why.
    3 points
  20. 1,129 downloads

    Girl wets her leggins on floor.
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  21. Have you tried fake leather? I find tight fake leather pants some of the best to wet. I'm wearing a pair of white ones now that I've just started to drip a bit in. They don't really "soak" that much, but it also doesn't flow through as fast as cotton. Only works if they're actually skin tight through, otherwise everything just runs down your leg.
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  22. Wetting, round 2. Nice big one while walking around in backyard.
    3 points
  23. EE-536

    View File EE-536 Powerful discharges of piss at close-up ranges. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 10/11/2021 Category JAV Collections  
    2 points
  24. I do! For fun and just because I can. Admit it....! 😃😄😁 20211010_130942_1.mp4
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  25. puddle1.mp4 I made the first video because I was washing dishes and the laundry was going.all I could hear was water every where. I had drank coffee and 2 bottles of water. My hands were in water and it was just too much. I did try to fight then I was like I might as well enjoy it. I have to mop anyways. I made such a puddle my feet where splashing in it. I had a lil bit left and was curious to see what my floor saw..so I wet threw my panties again. 😅 It was alot if fun. My pussy is incredibly wet now 20211008_154150_1.mp4 My upskirt pee turned the video off. My pee stream is strong lol
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  26. 2,056 downloads

    After seeing a video of her on here where she's desperate in the back of the car, I went on a hunt, had to find her name first - "My video #2 (online-video-cutter.com)" didn't help, lol. Filenames as found. This is all I could find of hers without paying anzfile or ubiqfile for the privilege. I see her content has disappeared from loads of places, and I have checked the do not post on here. Thankfully, she's not on it. Enjoy.
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  27. Anybody here who would make short real homemade video how peeing into white panties like me ???? I want to add into my pissing and wetting blog !!!! . You can be anonymous but i really much want to video from any girl from this phorum. Because i am really sad when i see nobody making video here like me... I love HQ videos and really LOOOOOOOUUUD HISSING ! DONT BE ONLY CONSUMER - BE CREATOR 😛 Please,dont tell me that you are so much busy 😮 .. Can you do it ??? tell me please. Thank you your dear wet and naughty Leila. btw. Yesterday photos for inspiration
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  28. A few weeks ago, a plumber came to my house to carry out a boiler service and to do some work in the bathroom. He was a slim, good looking guy in his late 20s and when he arrived at around 8.30am I offered him a drink. He asked for a coffee so I made him a large mug of strong coffee and chatted to him while he opened up the boiler to be serviced. He mentioned that it was going to be a long day as I was his third customer already and he had many more appointments to carry out. I left him to it and after an hour or so he'd finished all the jobs and left for his next customer. Around midday, I noticed that although he had fitted a new bathroom tap, he had forgotten to fit the new pop-up plug for the basin and he'd also left behind some spray for detecting gas leaks. I phoned the plumbing company and they apologised and said he'd be back later in the afternoon to finish the job and pick up the spray. At around 4pm, he came back and when I opened the door he was very apologetic, explaining that he hadn't noticed the new plug in the box and had completely forgotten about it. He also apologised for how long it had taken him to come back, as he mentioned that they were very busy and he'd been on back-to-back appointments all day without a break. I couldn't help but notice that he seemed quite flustered and fidgety, stepping from foot to foot and jiggling around a bit as he spoke. He also seemed very distracted and lost his train of thought a couple of times, and while he was holding his toolbox with one hand, his other hand was deep in the pocket of his work trousers. Of course, I immediately started wondering if this poor guy was absolutely dying for a piss but had not had chance to go all day, and was desperately trying to hold on until he could finally go back to the depot. I invited him inside and offered him another drink but he declined. We went upstairs and he started work straight away in the bathroom while I sat working in my home office just a few feet away across the landing. He finished the job in about 10-15 minutes and then spent some time documenting the work that would be required to replace the shower (the current shower mixer unit leaks when in use), taking a video of the current setup. We then went into the bathroom and discussed future work and the possibility of fitting a whole new bathroom. The whole time we were talking, he seemed to be trying very hard to stand still and keep his composure, he kept crossing and uncrossing his legs and he kept reaching his hand into his pocket. I was sure he was doing it to discretely squeeze his cock and I actually caught him giving himself a couple of quick crotch squeezes through his work trousers too when he thought my attention was elsewhere. It must have been so difficult to stand there right next to a toilet, knowing that he wasn't supposed to use it despite how badly he must have wanted to relieve himself. I even thought about asking him if he'd like to use it, but didn't want to embarrass him and he was clearly trying his best to stay professional and not let on to me that he was bursting for a piss. Eventually, we finished our discussion and he set to work tidying up and putting his tools away. After he finished, he placed down his toolbox outside the bathroom, hesitated then asked very politely if he could use the toilet! He explained that they weren't really supposed to use the toilet in customers' homes but he'd been holding on all day and was "absolutely bursting". He was trying so hard to be polite and keep his composure but couldn't help but cross his legs and give his cock a quick squeeze as he said this, looking very embarassed. I thought back to the huge mug of coffee I'd made him that morning as well as all the other drinks he must have finished throughout the many appointments he'd been on that day and couldn't believe he had held on for so long! Of course, I said it was fine and he thanked me breathlessly as he quickly shut the bathroom door. As soon as the door was closed I heard him frantically undoing his belt and unzipping himself before unleashing a powerful torrent of piss into the toilet for a few moments before quickly adjusting his aim so it was hitting the side of the bowl instead with a loud, high pressure hissing noise before trickling into the water. He was clearly trying to pee as quietly as possible but was so desperate that he couldn't do much to reduce the noise. After around a minute of high pressure pissing, his stream eventually tapered to a gentle tinkling into the water for a while longer followed by a quiet moan of relief. He must have been dying to go for hours and it must have felt incredible to finally let it all out. I heard him flush the toilet and wash his hands, and when he came out of the bathroom he thanked me again, explaining that he genuinely couldn't hold it in any longer and also apologised for how unprofessional it was that he'd had to use my loo. I said it was no problem at all and that he was welcome to use it whenever he was round again in the future!
    2 points
  29. EE-536

    2,332 downloads

    Powerful discharges of piss at close-up ranges. Enjoy
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  30. Best clothes for wetting ... Sorry, I went off on a tangent. I like wearing Jockey Women's panties for wetting. They feel and wet so much better than men's underwear. I also like women's (tights?) like the yoga kind - but with panties underneath to help spread the flow. I keep forgetting to try the panties on outside the yoga pants to see how that feels. Beyond that, I have always wanted to try wetting pleather pants. We have a Lidl grocery store nearby. They have some interesting clothes and underwear. I will pick some up from the clearance bin and try them.
    2 points
  31. Jeans have been manufactured to be very tightly woven/knit cotton (My wife worked in the textile industry until she was disabled. She would correct me on which terminology is/might be correct.) My understanding, as a non-engineer of textiles is that the durability of cotton jeans material is historically made in a way that is extremely durable. Some brands are less so. Sears Rustler jeans in the 1970's and 1980's were polyester or poly/cotton. They did NOT hold any pee. It was like wetting wearing a shower curtain ... OK that's a slight exaggeration. It was like wetting a pair of thin cotton trousers that acted as if someone had incompetently waterproofed it. You could wet them, but a lot of the pee just ran down the legs. What did get absorbed left a near-permanent stain. (If you looked close enough you could see the "ring of shame" (a friend's sister's term)). I am not sure what brands of jeans anyone else wears, But here are some variables to keep in mind. Also even some jeans from the same "batch run" or "fabric lot" will have variances. 1. Fabric content seems to be a major factor in absorption. 2. Tightness of weave. 3. Quality of the fabric (I know mostly cotton or cotton/poly). Some brands do use less than decent quality cotton (for example) or try to pass off cotton/poly/other as 100% cotton. 4. Dye (colour) is important. Some dyes and processes tend to hold more moisture. 5. Using fabric softener. Like towels, jeans that are worn (as in worn for a long time/ seen a lot of use) can build up fabric softener and feel very smooth. 6. Old jeans become smooth. I have a pair of black jeans (Bugle Boy) that I love. They are 100% cotton and feel "silky smooth". They also don't hold water. I had a few more, but I know everyone is bored to tears. The best advice is to try wetting different jeans. If you are up to it, get some different brands at a charity shop (and wash the heck out of them, just in case). But it is a cheap way to see if a $2.00 pair of old Lee jeans holds water in the right place(s).
    2 points
  32. You’ve seen Alisha pee in diapers in various videos, and over on HD Wetting there are countless videos of Alisha wetting her panties. But, what happens if Alisha tries peeing while wearing a diaper over her panties? We answer that question in this video, where Alisha wears a pull-on style diaper over the top of her cotton panties. While wearing the diaper over her underwear, she pees herself, soaking the panties and filling up her diaper.
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  33. https://cz.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph6165414378c8b
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  34. Awesome...I've been looking at a pair of faux leather leggings in a local shop wondering what it would feel like to wet them. Thank you for the tip.
    2 points
  35. Thanks for all the great JAV hun! I love it when I see you do a big upload. You are very much appreciated!
    2 points
  36. View File Wetting White Frilly Lingerie FtM // Non-Binary // Post-Op: Metoidioplasty ✅ Audio I had been desperately leaking in my pajamas when I remembered I wanted to record wetting my new white frilly lingerie. I made a big mess~ Submitter PrincelyDesire Submitted 10/12/2021 Category Transgender (FtM)  
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  37. Some good ideas here, though the suicide talk at the start was a little off putting. Most of the dialogue is solid, and the descriptions are unique. I’m sure chapter 2 will be great as well!
    2 points
  38. Ok, that is super hot. Love the sudden waterfall of drips.
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  39. This thread seems to be escalating too! 😄 But to get back to the original post: I know well how this feels. It's a good thing that you worry, it means you have your limits, and you might be close to reach them. You"ll be aware when it happens. More important than the risk of getting caught by a camera or someone you know is, in my opinion, the matter of consent and self-image. Who do you wanna be? Rather than the creepy person who doesn't care about other persons negative feelings as long as you're getting off, you probably want to be the one who enjoy your kink with responsibilty and feel good about yourself. When I started wetting in public last summer, just like you i very quickly became more and more daring. The thrill felt amazing. But then I did a very public wetting that i regretted and realised i needed to take a step back. It wasn't dramatic and i probably got away with it, but i just didn't want to be the one doing that thing. But what exactly is going to far? I think it's when you start wanting people to see and react, or take high risks it will end up that way. Then you force your kink on people without their consent. A small wet patch while acting like nothing will probably be left unnoticed by most people, or they'll see it and not care. But an obvious wetting right in front of someone will make them concerned, confused, or embarrassed , and if they have the slightest reason to believe it's on purpose, they'll be offended. I still do daring stuff myself that most others wouldn't do, and I've had many discussions with myself and others about what public stuff is ok and not. There'll never be an easy answer, but you'd better always have this in mind while planning a wetting : Could this have a negative impact on someone else? If no, then go ahead, if yes, then change your plans a little. Just like me I think you're very turned on by the idea of embarrassment, but you can have a lot of fun just playing with the ideas too without making it reality. Fantasize and write more "what if" stories, I just read one from you that was great.
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  40. Sophie Reade jul 20 2019 - clip 60.mp4 Here is the link to the one previously posted by me in this same thread, for convenience (I hope this doesnt duplicate the file? Let me know, I don't post often). I also added 2 more parts that come before that but that is all I have. She is already visibly in trouble right from the start of the first one. Edit: The order of the three videos is 3rd, 1st, 2nd from top to bottom (parts 60, 58 and 59) Sophie Reade jul 20 2019 - clip 58.mp4 Sophie Reade jul 20 2019 - clip 59.mp4
    2 points
  41. 540 downloads

    Scene 1 - The actress is given a schoolgirl uniform to wear and a vibrator to play with until she pisses herself. Scene 2 - The actress wearing a swimsuit is doing some exercises/stretching with a man when a wet spot appears on her crotch. The man sees it and the two of them continue to stretch while flirting with each other as the wet spot on the woman's crotch slowly grows until she starts pissing herself. Scene 3 - The actress wearing a schoolgirl outfit again gets on the roof of a building squats down and pees through her panties. Screenshots are in order of the files The Full Uncut file has everything above plus sex Enjoy
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  42. 159 downloads

    EMRD-067 - "Do You Like Girls With Rocket Tits Who Wet Themselves When Turned On?" The first file is just the pissing part and in the Full Uncut file the other half of this JAV is women pissing while having sex. In the just pissing file it starts off with a desperate woman pissing. It then cuts to a woman masturbating until she starts pissing and the final part of this file has a woman getting a massage by a man wearing some kind of vibrator thing on his hand that he uses to make her piss herself. Enjoy
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  43. View File Sexylilb17 all I could find, apologies if any dupes, but all in one place now. Check screenshots for content. After seeing a video of her on here where she's desperate in the back of the car, I went on a hunt, had to find her name first - "My video #2 (online-video-cutter.com)" didn't help, lol. Filenames as found. This is all I could find of hers without paying anzfile or ubiqfile for the privilege. I see her content has disappeared from loads of places, and I have checked the do not post on here. Thankfully, she's not on it. Enjoy. Submitter edds Submitted 10/11/2021 Category Female  
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  44. 1,041 downloads

    As requested in the forums https://www.omorashi.org/topic/71023-deleted-thisvid-jeans-wetting-request/
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  45. Saw this thread pop up again and figured I'd add this, I forgot where I found it. Not sure if it's been posted here before..the model we've seen before, I've just not seen her this fidgety. She is usually more subtle or you never really see her desperate. She is fidgety throughout and at the end you see that she is desperate before the camera changes to another model. 3152460.mp4
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    I was holding quite a while before. Just as i was about to pee myself, and i had set up everything the doorbell rang.😬 I just jumped in my old Jeans and ignored the other pair of boxers that where still inside. It was just a package i had to accept at the door and afterwards the vid starts.
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  47. Wet parliament 2

    Well, it's time to put together a little story on Azur Lane. I hope someone enjoys it. Tallinn. The sweet girl could feel a cold, no, even icy wind blowing over her face. It was very uncomfortable to move on the water surface in this weather. But still, it was her duty as a ship to serve her country and carry out the orders that came from her command. But still, being in the midst of the freezing, bone-chilling air was unbearable even for her. Or rather, not so. She was disgusted. The cold seemed pleasant to her, but still made her uncomfortable. She could not understand the reason for this ambivalent attitude toward the cold. Anyway, she was in high spirits now while on patrol with a couple of Northern Parliament destroyers. At least there was pleasant company around to talk to. Really, the cruiser didn't know where to start the conversation. It seems that in this weather you have to be as attentive as possible. Because, if not the enemy, the rocks, reefs and icebergs, always pose a danger. Especially now, when the visibility is almost zero. At this time, if you can say so, to kiss an iceberg, is not the best idea. She took the thermos she had brought with her and took a sip of her potent mulled wine. It seemed to give her confidence. She was a cruiser in the northernmost Allied country, and now, as commander in this situation, it was her job to do her duty. And no amount of weather would distract her from that duty. Minsk was not so quiet. She was chatting all the time with the destroyer Grozny, who at the same time was swatting away the snow coming in her face. Yes, of course, Tallinn was wiping the snow off her pretty face, too. From her eyebrows and eyelids, where the snow was beginning to accumulate, which was not very pleasant. She even felt like she was starting to freeze. Then, to warm herself at last, she decided to break the silence. She asked the Minsk. - How do you still have the energy to chat so cheerfully with everyone? What if the sirens or their allies decide to attack? - In that case...I will always be ready to fight back. Finally, the silence was broken. But Grozny looked at Tallin with the face of a little offended girl. She knew that once Minsk started talking, there would be no stopping her. Indeed. Within a couple of minutes the company began to argue heatedly. Everything fell under the attack of their tongues. From what they were eating in the mess hall to why they had been sent out on patrol in such "fine" weather. And in a square where the enemy had not been active for weeks. Minsk kept going on and on about what was being done wrong for Kansen life and why she complained about food, sleep and toilets...Toilets.... Suddenly, Tallin felt pressure in her lower abdomen. It was barely felt in this freezing cold, and it might not have been felt before, because her body and thoughts were occupied with other things. But as soon as Minsk said the word "Toilet," she felt it immediately. Her body signaled that it was desirable for the girl to get to the restroom as soon as possible. But for now she could still bear it. She didn't even have to squeeze her legs to contain the warm, yellow liquid. And where to squeeze them if you have to move through icy, northern seas. But the feeling that it was necessary to visit the restroom did not go away. Tallin realized that she was now in a very uncomfortable situation. Patrolling had just begun, she was in command here, but she needed to use the restroom. She couldn't get that thought out of her anymore, no matter how hard she tried. Though she managed to muffle it for a while. In the end, Tallinn decided to move forward on the map that Soviet Russia had given them. The first point was to see the Ice Peak from the east. The task had to be accomplished as quickly as possible. The cruiser divided the mission into four stages. The first stage involved inspecting the ice peak, the second stage involved sailing through the gorge, and the third involved returning home. And the fourth stage was part of Tallin's personal plan. Getting to her room and emptying her bladder. The task seemed easy, considering that the first task the three Kansens had already begun. - What's near the mountain is usual. Said Tallin, turning her thoughts away from her bladder completely. She succeeded, but for how long? - I like it here. - I'm not sure how much I like it, but I like it here. Besides, we don't need a cursory examination. - Yeah right! - Minsk's voice rang out again. - I want to take some pictures of Grozny against the backdrop of Mt. - For once you're not taking pictures of yourself. Both destroyers rushed to the mountain peak and quietly maneuvered between the rocks and took pictures. Tallinn decided not to go there for a couple of reasons. The first was that she didn't want to disturb the two girls and their photo session. And the second reason... She was a little afraid of the reefs and rocks. The destroyers maneuvered between them so easily, and so did any kansen. But she just didn't like those places. She tried to think of something. Minutes went by. About an hour seemed to pass. At that moment, Tallin realized that the pressure in her bladder was much stronger than she thought. And it became clear that the pressure was not going to go away this time. Then she made up her mind. - Girls, let's go. We need to take another look at the ravine. - At that moment thoughts of relief began to fill her head. Tallin already imagined sitting on the beautiful white throne, which she imagined the toilet bowl to be, and beginning to urinate. She imagined the flow to be quite violent and unpredictable. - So stop! Get it together! We'll be at the base soon! - Said the girl to herself. The way to the gorge was no longer so pleasant. Tallin kept striving to squeeze her legs. She even imagined that she could urinate right there. In the icy gorge. The thought that her stream might just come out there. On the almost blue ice and make the ice melt slightly...This thought made Tallinn feel an increased urge to urinate. It was so strong that the girl had to squeeze legs for all her strength to avoid wetting herself. Her panties were still dry. But it was close. Droplets of fluid seemed to be preparing to pass through the urethra to the outside. Suppressing the urge to urinate, Tallin began to give commands. The gorge was a dangerous place. And then the little destroyers clung to her as the only one who could protect them. There was a lot going on here. Ships and kansens caught in the ice. On top of all that, because of the winds blowing in the local ice cliffs, it was believed that the ghosts of dead kansen were here. It frightened everyone. Tallinn was afraid of ghosts too. - I'm scared. - Silently whispered Grozny, but everyone could hear. - I want on hands of Soviet Russia. - shrieked Minsk, and threw herself into Tallinn's arms. It would have been wrong not to take her comrade in her arms. At that moment, Tallin realized that she badly needed to go to the bathroom. And Minsk in her arms was preventing her from holding back. - Minsk, dear, get down, I'm not Soviet Russia. - Ah...Sorry Tallin. - The girl answered, getting down from her friend's arms. About halfway down the gorge, Tallin felt the first drop fall into her delicate white panties. It was so scary. The first one was followed by several more. The girl squeezed her legs to her knees and sat up a little. She tried to make her sphincter work better, but it was no use. Tallin accepted the drops leaving her body. - The important thing was that they weren't streams? Will I make it? - She asked herself every minute as they climbed out of the ice. As they swam back Tallin bit her lip and literally shoved her hand into her crotch. She knew it was the only way to hold back the flood. It saved her for a while, but even so, halfway through her journey, her body began to fail. A stream of urine burst out, and Tallin clamped her crotch with both hands. To top it all off, she made a sound the destroyers heard. - Aaah...No No!" the girl spoke quickly, barely stopping the stream of urine flowing out of her and into the icy sea. - Tallin? What happened with you, comrade? - Asked Minsk. - I'm fine...I'm...Ah!" But you could see it all over her, because her bladder was full. - I want to help you, Tallinn. - The terrible swam up to the girl and began to support her. I believe in you. At last the simplest possible words of encouragement reached the girl. She forced her body into submission and they moved forward. There wasn't much left to do. The road was hard. The sea was literally against the girl, because appeared big waves. Tallin flowed with regularity, but held back. Both of her hands were literally buried between her legs, with urine dripping down her hips. Finally a port. The girl seemed no longer able to bear the pressure. She walked through the battleship barracks and allowed herself to cry. Her body barely obeyed her. Urine trickled down to the floor, so that there was a visible trail of many yellow puddles by which to find the poor Kansen. Tallin leaned against the wall. She felt like her sphincter was just refusing to clench any more, but she forced herself to endure. She had to. She couldn't embarrass herself after she got to the port. All she had to do was get to her room. It didn't make any difference from there. She walked to her room. She walked into the room almost losing control. Her clothes were already yellow with urine. But she had to get to the bathroom. Just to get to the toilet. And that was it, task accomplished. The almost inscrutable fourth part of the plan was complete. She tornly walked to the door leading to the toilet and the shower room. She even reached for the handle. But at that moment, her body refused to hold it back. Her urethra throbbed several times before the urine began to flow. Tallin's eyes filled with tears and she cried out loudly. - Noooo!!!! She tried to hold it back. She returned her hand to her crotch. Her white clothes began to soak it up definitively. She clasped her panties with her hands but kept urinating. Then she made the decision to clamp her urethra. She moved her panties to the side and began to press with her fingers on the small hole from which the fluid was flowing. The pressure had no effect. Tallin began to cry. She didn't understand why her body had surrendered now in front of the door. Then she simply went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet peeing through her clothes. She did not understand why her actions had no effect. She just didn't want to admit that she couldn't hold back any longer. She looked at the puddle that was in front of the door and was still sobbing. She didn't remove her hands from her crotch even now, sitting on the toilet. She didn't care about that anymore. - Why should me... Said the girl, before her flow came to nothing and she, sobbing, locked herself in the toilet. Well, and art to make it clear who it happened to.
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  48. So today I had a few jobs to do around town, I’d had two pints of water (1.2L) since this morning and only 1 pee. I had my haircut and and then rushed home. as I was unlocking the door some drips came out, I ran to the shower and just about managed to record the accident FullSizeRender.mov
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  49. more youtube censorship. why not just age restrict it if they wanna moralfag about fetish content? meanwhile promoted youtube ads and shorts are basically porn
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