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  1. 53 minutes ago, Monique said:

    When I was attending junior high school, I had to travel by bus, which took a little more than 30 minutes.

    I didn't like the toilets in that school and therefore I usually didn't pee for the whole day and on the trip

    home I always was more or less desperate to pee. From the bus stop to my home it was a ten minutes 

    walk through a big park and quite often it happened that I peed myself before I reached home. Some 

    times I was caught doing it... Really embarrassing!! When I got home I went to the bathroom and washed

    my pee soaked panties in the sink and then shuffled them with me to my room where I hid them in the 

    back of my closet to dry.

     

     

    Wow! You must have been the cutiest sight: A little schoolgirl peeing herself on her way from school! I wish I'd been there seeing you doing it (and maybe comforting you afterwards...) :embarrassed4:

  2. Hi, everybody!

     

    Here comes a new chapter about Manon and her Magic Whistle! It's actually a continuation in time of what happened in Chapter 5.

     

    Manon and the Magic Whistle, Chapter 7.

    Manon didn't go straight to home. For her fifteenth birthday she had wished for a camcorder, and to her delight Anouk had given her money to buy one. On the internet she had picked out one that she liked, and now she was on her way to a store outside the town, that sold it. But before she took the subway away there, she wanted to change her panties. They had become cold and weren't any longer like this snugly pee warm... She found a new pair in her rucksack, and with them in her hand she sneaked in behind a shrubbery. She pulled off the wet panties and washed her genitals with some kleenex. When she was about to put on the dry panties, she hesitated. It was after all such a nice spring weather; why not be naughty and skip panties... She decided quickly and put both pair of panties back into her rucksack. The wet ones she first put in a plastic bag.

     

    It wasn't far to walk to the subway station, but she enjoyed every inch of it. She felt so delightfully indecent, when mild spring breezes fanned under her skirt and carressed her bare crotch.

     

    The camcorder had lots of very good points; it was very small, could film in very feeble light and had a 30X zoom. Manon longed for to begin using it.

     

    On her way home she sat facing two girls of about her own age. It wasn't rush hour and the three of them were the only passengers in that car. One of the girls had black, black hair. Must be dyed, Manon thought. The other girl was a total contrast. Her hair was so light, that it was almost white. She caught, that they talked about some girl, who was in the same school class as they. At first Manon didn't take any interest in their chat, but then she caught that the light-haired girl said, that she'd seen that girl and another girl hug eachother really long. "I wonder if they're lesbian?" - "Blah!" The black-haired sniffed. "It's yucky!" - "Why yucky? Is it yuckier to be in love with a girl than to be in love with a boy?" - "You're mad! Of course it's yucky, when girls have sex with eachother!" - "You're the one who's mad... You're just like the worst homophobe!"

     

    They went on squabbling. Manon fibbled with her Whistle. What if... Well, why not! She took out the Wistle from her pocket and put the "horny"-end to her lips. She aimed it at the black-haired "homophobic" girl and gave it a rather faint and short blow. Then she aimed it at the other girl and did the same at her.

     

    She waited a moment to see the effects. It didn't take long before both girls started to fidget about, pressing their thighs together and rubbing their bottoms against the seat. When Manon saw, that the Whistle worked as it should, she too started to press her thighs together and rub them against eachother. Then she slowly, bit by bit, pulled up her skirt, revealing her thighs above her stocking tops and the garters holding up her stockings. She didn't stop before she imagined that the other girls should be able to see all the way up to her bare crotch.

     

    The two girls had stopped bickering. They were both confused at the feelings, which were flowing through their bodies. Fascinated they looked at the little girl opposite them, who didn't seem to be aware of, that she was showing her legs in their full lengths. And she wasn't wearing any panties! She looked as a girl, who had dressed up to a sexy woman in nylon stockings and garterbelt. Like a little girl she was toying with a kind of an ornamented wooden stick. They watched her putting it to her mouth like it was a whistle but no sound came when she blew in it. They thought that she looked really cute, playing with a stick at the same time as she was trying to look like a sexy grown-up lady. Under the influence of the Whistle they both began to feel more and more aroused and couldn't take their eyes from the little girl. She looked so sexy with her girlish little vagina, whithout any hair on it.

     

    Manon thought it was time to heat things up. She cheekily placed her right hand up in between her thighs and parted her by now very swollen labia. She moved her fingers slowly around her clitoris, made it stiffen and tremble. As if they were mesmerized, the other girls pulled up their skirts. They too started to finger around their clits. The black-haired after first having pulled down her panties a bit. Her genital hair was curly and black (maybe the hair on her head was natural black after all, Manon thought).

     

    Manon stood up and placed herself in front of the other girls. Shamelessly she put her left hand upon the front of the light-haired girl's panties and stroke it gently on her poking clit. The girl panted and her hips moved against Manon's hand. The black-haired girl stared at them, and moved in closer to the light-haired. Now Manon turned to the black-haired. But first she pointed the Whistle towards the other girl and blew it again. But this time in the "pee"-end. Not so hard, she didn't want an accident to happen too quick.

     

    Manon now concentrated herself on the black-haired girl. It was time for her to eat her earlier homophobic comments! Manon seized hold of the hand, which the girl was so urgently using to caress her vagina and placed it onto her own wet mimsy instead. She pushed the black-haired's fingers in between her labia, from which by now her juices spilled over. At first the girl seemed to hesitate, but very soon she was eagerly busy caressing every bit of Manon's genitals. Manon gave tit for tat, concentrating on the girl's amazingly big clitoris, which she twiddled between her thumb and her index finger.

     

    The first one to get her orgasm was the light-haired. She gave away a moan and began to bounce on the seat. In the middle of her first orgasm, she started to wet her panties. Her pee came in a slow but steady flow, and she stared in open-eyed wonder how her pee gathered between her thighs and then gradually ran over and down to the floor. The sight of the orgasming and wetting girl made Manon to have her first orgasm. Which by no means made the black-haired to stop caressing Manon's vulva...

     

    Again Manon took out the Whistle. She pointed it at the black-haired and blew hard in, at first, the "horny"-end and then in the "pee"-end. The result came almost instantly! With a cry the black-haired got an earthquaking orgasm, and at the same time she peed forcefully right upon Manon's belly, crotch and legs! Manon responded by coming in a series of orgasms, making it impossible for her to hold in her pee, which she sprayed all over the black-haired, soaking her clothes completely!

     

     The train slowed down at Manon's station. She pulled down her skirt, which luckily had remained dry. She turned to the black-haired girl:

     

    "It's really yucky to have sex with another girl, isn't it! But I can't complain about the orgasms you gave me, and you seemed to enjoy them, that I gave you! And how you loved my pee all over you! Lesbians rule!"

     

    Manon was very pleased with herself, when she left the train with pee still dribbling down her legs. Her stockings were wet from both her own and the black-haired girl's pee. She sneaked behind an advertising pillar and pulled off her stockings and put them in her rucksack. She kept her garterbelt on and continued towards home with the garters dangling against her thighs.

  3. Thankyou so much :)!! This chapter is based on something, that happened to a girl in my class, when we were 15 y o. She was also denied to leave the classroom to visit the toilet. Our teacher was just as mean as the teacher in my story. And as in my story the poor girl wetted herself before the whole class, and the teacher yelled at her... I wish I'd had Manon's Magic Whistle!

     

    And btw. next chapter is almost finished; actually I'd planned to post it before this one...

  4. Hi everybody,

     

    I beg forgiveness for this very long delay to post a new chapter. I wrote this chapter in February, but I haven't been in the mood to post it earlier. Anyway, I feel much better now and here is the next chapter.

     

    Manon and the Magic Whistle, Chapter 6.

     

    Manon was at a school with only girls and most of her teachers were females too. They were all nice, she thought, with the exception of the English teacher. She was young and good-looking but very strict. Very! Manon didn't like her at all. It was like Miss Aldén (that was her name) enjoyed to be mean. She often made malicious remarks, if a pupil failed to give the right answer. It happened quite frequently that some poor girl burst into tears during her lessons.

     

    One day one of Manon's classmates, Anita, asked to be allowed to go to the bathroom. Miss Aldén answered:

     

    "You should know by now, that I don't allow my pupils to leave the classroom for bathroom visits. There are plenty of time for that between lessons."

     

    "But..."

     

    "No arguing! To get you to understand what I'm saying, you have to write 'It's not allowed to visit the bathroom during the lesson!' ten times on the blackboard! Now!"

     

    Anita went up to the blackboard on shaky legs. She started to write. She tripped restlessly on the spot with crossed legs. Suddenly she stopped writing and dropped the chalk. Tears welled out of her eyes. She pressed her skirt in between her thighs. It didn't help. She parted her legs, and her classmates and Miss Aldén witnessed how she totally lost control and peed herself. Pee ran down her legs and hit the floor. Some of it filled her shoes.

     

    Her classmates looked in horror at her. They felt so sorry for her. But Miss Aldén didn't feel sorry.

     

    "You filthy girl! What are you up to? You're fifteen years old, not a baby! Go back to your desk, after the lesson  you and I shall pay a visit to the headmistress!"

     

    Manon was so angry! She couldn't believe, that a teacher could be so cruel; it was like she thought, that Anita had wetted herself on purpose. And on the top of it all, she'd forced Anita to sit at her desk in her soaked panties for the rest of the lesson! Someone should teach her a lesson! Then she got a bright idea. In her pocket she had, as usual, her Magic Whistle. Why not let Miss Aldén see how it felt to have to pee really, really bad?

     

    Concealed in her hand she brought the Whistle to her lips and aimed it to Miss Aldén. At first she blew a shorter puff, just enough to make her to feel a strong need to pee.

     

    Miss Aldén was standing writing on the blackboard, when she began to move a bit uneasily. She crossed her legs and pressed her thighs together. She tried hard to not show anything to the class. Her urge to pee grew stronger and stronger, but it was only five minutes left of the lesson. She should be able to endure. To leave for the toilet during the lesson was out of the question, she thought. Not in the wiew of the rule she'd just minutes ago stated for her pupils. Sure she had to pee pretty bad, but she was a grown up, she was no doubt able to endure.

     

    At that moment Manon blew her Whistle again. This time stronger. Miss Aldén began to wriggle and trip restlessly before the blackboard, and now the whole class noticed her awkward predicament. Was it possible? Did their strict teacher have to pee so badly, that she wasn't able to conceal her urge from her class? Miss Aldén got more and more desperate. She pressed her hands against her crotch. But all was in vain. Suddenly a strong spurt of pee soaked her panties and the front of her skirt, that she'd pressed in between her thighs. At first the pupils didn't notice as she still was facing the blackboard. But soon she peed a steady stream, which ran down her legs, filled her shoes and hit the floor forming a big puddle around her feet.

     

    The bell went for the end of the lesson, but the class didn't notice it. They were all staring fascinated at their teacher. Miss Aldén shouted:

     

    "Leave the classroom at once! You too, Anita! I'll talk to you later."

     

    It was their last lesson for the day. But Manon wasn't done with Miss Aldén. She thought, that Miss Aldén should learn to show respect for her pupils. She waited outside the school. It didn't take long before Miss Aldén appeared. She had a light coat on, which concealed her wet skirt.

     

    Manon followed her at some distance. She knew, that she used to cross a park near the school on her way home. It wasn't very likely, that she would choose any other way home than the shortest, she thought and giggled.

     

    She was right. Miss Aldén turned left, when she reached the park. Time to act, Manon thought. She put the Whistle to her lips and again she blew in the "pee"-end. Enough to make Miss Aldén desperate to pee.

     

    Miss Aldén stopped and crossed her legs. She realized, that she was soon to pee herself again if she didn't find somewhere release herself before. She looked around and then, with short but very quick steps, she reeled away towards a big shrubbery.

     

    Manon turned the Whistle to blow the "horny"-end. It was a pretty long blow, enough to make Miss Aldén to stop to put her right hand in between her thighs, pressing in the coat and the skirt against her crotch. With very funny steps she continued to the shrubbery.

     

    Manon hastened to catch up with her teacher. Again she put the Whistle to her lips and blew first the "pee"- and then the "horny"-end. Hard puffs!

     

    Miss Aldén stopped behind a bush. Hastily she took off her coat and threw it on the ground. She pulled up her skirt to her hips but didn't manage to pull down her red, silky panties before she started to pee. Manon was right behind her and hurried to pass her to be able to watch her strict teacher wetting herself like a little girl! Oh, it was such an exciting spectacle! Manon felt strong twitches in her pussy, she was getting very horny!

     

    Miss Aldén winced, when she caught sight of Manon. Somewhere in her dazed mind she knew, that she should behave herself in the presence of a pupil of her, but it didn't stop her from putting her right hand on her crotch. Her pee rushed between her fingers, when she rubbed upon her panties. She'd parted her legs and through her almost see-through panties Manon could see, that her crotch was clean shaved.

     

    Manon went up close to her teacher. She pulled up her skirt and grabbed her left hand and placed it on the front of her pink cotton panties. Miss Aldén made a feeble try to withdraw her hand, but Manon blew another puff on the horny end of the Whistle, which made Miss Aldén to instead begin to caress Manon's pussy! Evilly Manon thought, that Miss Aldén was in her power now! She reached her hand in between Miss Aldén's thighs and felt her warm pee pouring on it. It felt so nice! She cupped her hand and let it be filled with pee. Then she brought it to her mouth and drank it. Oh, it tasted wonderfully! the taste excited her! She wondered if her teacher would like to taste her pee. She started to pee, and at once it streamed through her panties and into Miss Aldén's caressing hand.

     

    "Taste my pee", she whispered. And Miss Aldén wasn't late to do so! "Did you like it, miss?" She asked.

     

    "Ye... yes!" Miss Aldén stuttered. She began to caress Manon's pussy again. Still wetting herself Manon got a big orgasm! She moaned out loudly! In the next moment her teacher also came hard, groaning and moaning! They both were shaking, Manon in several ongoing orgasms!

     

    Their orgasms ebbed out. Miss Aldén, still immensely horny, tried to kiss Manon. But Manon took a step back.

     

    "Miss Aldén", she said in a serious voice. "I'm only fifteen years old, and you're my teacher! You're not allowed to kiss a pupil! You're not allowed to caress her pussy! To make her orgasm! You're not allowed to let her taste your pee! You're not allowed to masturbate in front of her! And let her witness you're orgasms! You wouldn't be allowed to teach anymore, if I told what you've done! Not in our school, not anywhere! You might even have to go to prison! If you don't want that to happen, you have to do as I tell you. Firstly, you have to beg Anita's forgiveness! And secondly, you have to treat your pupils with respect in the future! And do you know what? You're now in my power! You have to obey me, do whatever I tell you! In short, from now on I am your Mistress! Do you get it? Say: Manon, you are my Mistress, and I will always obey you! Now!"

     

    "Manon, you are my Mistress, and I will always obey you!" She looked at Manon. "Please, don't tell anyone! I will beg Anita's forgiveness! And from now on treat my pupils with respect. And do everything you tell me to do."

     

    "Good! See you in school tomorrow, Rebecka Aldén!" And then she turned and left Miss Aldén, who was still standing with parted legs and wet panties.

     

    It was not until she noticed, that a couple of girls stared at her, when she passed them, as she got aware of, that her skirt was still wrapped around her waist, and that she showed her soaked panties. With hot red blushing cheeks she hastily arranged her skirt.   

     

     
     

  5. Hi everybody,

     

    I'm so sorry for the delay to post the next chapter about Manon's Magic Whistle! There are causes that lie behind it, but I don't want to go into them. Anyway, the future looks bright and here comes the next chapter!

     

     

     

     

    Manon and the Magic Whistle. Chapter 5.

     

     

     

     

    Now Manon knew what both ends of the Magic whistle could do! What a lot of fun she could have with her marvellous whistle! Her head got filled with all sorts of naughty thoughts.

     

    Next morning she jumped out of her bed and ran to the window. She drew the curtains, and laughed with delight, when she caught sight of a blue heaven and a brightly shining sun. A perfect day for naughty mischiefs, was her first thought. And, as it was Saturday and no school, she had the entire day at her disposal.  She jumped out of her pyjamas and began to rummage about in her chest of drawers. She supposed, that she would need several pairs of panties, and chose some of various fabrics, styles and colours. Hidden in the back of a drawer she found a pack containing a pair of light brown nylon stockings, and another pack containing  a white garterbelt . She’d bought them a couple of weeks ago, thinking, that now when she’d become 15, she was old enough to sometimes dress up in a more sexy way. But up to now, she hadn’t tried them on. “But today I will”, she whispered. She sat down on the bed side and began to put on the first stocking. It was a bit tricky, being the first time, but little by little she managed. She stood up and picked out the garterbelt from it’s pack. She put it on. At first she wasn’t sure of what should be in the front and what should be in behind. But when she looked in the mirror, she saw how it was meant. And finally, after some fumbling, she managed to attach the stockings to the garterbelt.

     

    Standing before the mirror in only nylon stockings and garterbelt, she was in her firm conviction, that she looked outstandingly ravishing and sexy! It wasn’t long ago since she’d begun to grow hair on her mimsy, but although it was very thin, she used to shave it off.  When they changed for Physical Education at school, she’d noticed, that most of the other girls was shaved clean. And she liked, that it gave her the look of a little girl.

     

    She heard her aunt Anouk calling, that breakfast was served, and hurried up to complete her dress. As she didn’t wish to spoil the sexy image, she chose a pair of silky, white panties instead of the usual cotton. Her tiny, but well-shaped breasts were very firm and didn’t need a bra. A pleated, blue, shortish skirt, a yellow blouse (she giggled: A French girl wrapped in a Swedish flag!) and on her feet her favourite sport ballerinas. Lastly she put some extra panties and pantyhoses, a box of Kleenex and a bottle of coca cola in her blue canvas messenger bag.

     

    She hadn’t made up any specific plans for the day. She decided to play it by ear. She took the bus downtown. She strolled about the streets for a while. She was so excited. She waited for a suitable opportunity to use her Magic Whistle. But the streets were too crowded. She continued walking, enjoying the wonderful sunny spring day. A balmy breeze found its way in under her skirt, gently caressing her bare thighs above the stocking tops, making her aware of that she for the first time was having nylon stockings. She felt grown-up and sexy!

     

    Ahead of her a statue of the great Swedish author August Strindberg appeared. It was standing in a small park. It seemed to be pretty empty, why Manon decided to look for her “opportunity” there. It was a hill with lots of trees and bushes with fresh, green leaves. The lawns were covered by carpets of blue scilla. Narrow foot-paths crossed the park in different directions. She walked up to the top of the hill and sat down on a park bench. She looked around. Not a single soul in sight. But it was a nice place to rest at, and she remained seating.

     

    A movement on a path a bit below, made her alert again. It was a woman (“Hurrah!” Manon whispered). She was heading up to the top of the hill, where Manon was seating. She was pretty young, 18 – 20, Manon thought. There was a park bench opposite to Manon, and she crossed her fingers: “Please, please, let her sit down there! Please!” And that was just what the young woman decided to do. She sat down and lit a cigarette. Manon gave her a good look. She was pretty good-looking, very blonde, and wore a bordeaux-red skirt and a grey cardigan.

     

    Manon took out the Whistle from her skirt pocket. She pondered over, which end of the Whistle she would blow. She decided to begin with the making-horny end. She put the Whistle to her lips, and blew. It was a moderate blow, and she waited in eager expectation for the effect. She wasn’t disappointed. The girl began at once to squeeze and rub her thighs. Then she took a paper, which she’d brought with her, and unfolded it on her knee. With one hand she held the paper, and the other hand she put under the paper. Very soon the paper began to move, making it obvious, that her hand was engaged in doing something under the cloak of the paper. To Manon it was also obvious, what that “something” was! It got her so aroused, that she couldn’t remain inactive. She parted her legs slightly and pulled up her skirt a bit. Enough to reveal her white thighs above the stocking tops. She put her trembling hands on her thighs, and began to stroke upon her nylon stockings. Oh, it felt so nice!

     

    Manon looked at the girl, and noticed, that she was looking in between Manon’s knees. The paper moved in waves over her hand. At that moment both Manon and the girl at the same time discovered a woman and a man coming in their direction. The girl stopped to move her hand under the paper, and Manon put her skirt straight again. When the couple had passed them, the girl’s hand got active again. But Manon wanted to try the other end of the Whistle too. The making-to-pee end! She’d begun to need to pee pretty badly, and the thought of her and another girl wetting themselves at the same time made her insainly excited!

     

    She took out the whistle again and blew. This time in the pee end. Not too hard, she didn’t want her to pee too soon. Then she turned the whistle and blew in the making-horny end. The effect was terrific! The girl moved her hand in such a vehement way, that the paper flew away, and Manon could see, that she had pulled up her skirt all the way. She had her hand inside both her pantyhose and her panties, furiously rubbing her pussy.

     

    Manon followed her example, hitched up her skirt and put her hand inside her panties. She caressed her throbbing, stiff knob, which made her to moan of lust! With her other hand she began to rub her sensitive inside. She was now on the edge to both wet herself and to orgasm. She heard the other girl pant and moan, and suddenly a low but sharp cry gave away, that she began to orgasm! And that did it for Manon! She came harder, than she ever had before! At the same time she started to wet herself! Her hot pee flowed over her hands and through her panties. She looked eagerly at the girl. Would she too wet herself? And yes! She did! She was still orgasming, when a strong stream forced its way through her panties. In astonishment she looked down, she was actually peeing herself, she couldn’t believe it!

     

    Their orgasms eventually ebbed out. The girl stood up and took the few steps up to Manon. She leant over Manon, and said:

     

    “I’m sorry! I don’t know, how it happened! I’ve never done anything like this before.“

     

    “Oh, don’t feel sorry! It wasn’t your fault, we couldn’t help it, it just happened,” Manon stuttered out. “And… and it felt so… I mean, well, I kind of liked it!”

     

    “Yeah, that’s so crazy! I too liked it! And yet I felt so terribly embarrassed for wetting myself like a baby! By the way, my name is Annika: We should know our names, as we’ve shared a pretty intimate moment!”

     

    “My name is Manon!”

     

    “Are you from France? It sounds so from your accent.”

     

    “Yes, I was born in France.”

     

    They chatted a while before they parted. But before that they exchanged their mobile phone numbers. 

     

  6. CHAPTER 4.

     

    In this chapter Manon will test the other end of the Magic Whistle. What will the result be? Well, to find out, you have to read!

     

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    The following day Manon decided to make further tests of the Magic Whistle after the schoolday. Before going to school she prepared for the task by putting a box of kleenex in her little, pink rucksack. She also brought a couple of extra panties and a bottle of coca cola. The Whistle she put in a jacket pocket.

     

    During the day she got more and more excited. So much that, when she left school, her panties had become really moisty.

     

    Since the day before, she'd been thinking a lot of, which effects it was possible to get from the whistle. So far she'd seen, that blowing it could make a girl pee herself. But, was it possible to vary the effect? At the previous occasions the girls had begun to pee practically immediately, and pretty forcefully. But Manon recalled, that she everytime had blown the Whistle rather hard and for several seconds. What if she blew softer and briefer? And, of course, the big question: What will happen, if she blows in the other end of the Whistle?

     

    She was quite nervous, when she headed for the park, which she'd chosen for her tests. She'd decided to test the other end of the Whistle this time. She strolled about the park, looking for a "trial person". As it was in the afternoon, after school hours, there were many schoolgirls and schoolboys lazing around. But Manon was looking for some girl, who was by herself. She didn't want anyone else to witness the outcome of her test of blowing the other end of the whistle. What did she know; anything might happen!

     

    She kept on walking. She spotted some lonely females here and there, but when she got closer, she detected other people in their vicinity. Finally she spotted a woman sitting on a parkbench, reading a book. Getting closer Manon noticed, that she was a nice-looking woman between 25 and 30 years of age. At  the opposite side of the parkway was an other bench, and Manon went up to it. She sat down and looked at the woman, who didn't seem to have noticed her; she was obviously wholly engrossed in her book. She was wearing a short, black skirt, which had ridden pretty high up, and a gray jacket, under which she had a white blouse. Her well-shaped legs were elegantly crossed, and  a glimpse of pale skin was showing above her flesh-coloured nylon stockings. "Wow! Very sexy!" Manon thought.

     

    She looked around. Not a soul in sight! Now was the time! She felt butterflies in her stomach, when she picked up the Whistle from her jacket pocket. She put it to her lips, looking at the woman. "Better to make a careful blow at first", she thought. She was so nervous, that a few drops of pee trickled out into her panties. Then she pulled herself together, and blew a short puff in the Whistle.

     

    Her eyes were fixed at the woman. What will happen? Will anything happen at all? After a while she noticed, that the woman started to slightly move her legs. Was it an effect from blowing the Whistle? Or just a coincidence? She was tingling with excitement. The woman was now shifting about more and more restlessly. She rubbed her thighs against each other, making her skirt to ride up a bit more, showing a garter running up on one of her thighs. Manon's face was getting flushed.

     

    A woman and a child approached. When they were only a few meters from them, the child gave a loud cry. The woman started at the sound, and hastily she adjusted her skirt. She continued to read her book, and to the disappointment of Manon she seemed to have calmed down, and the position of her skirt no longer invited to enthralling views.

     

    But nothing daunted, Manon once again put the Whistle to her lips. She wasn't exactly sure about what conclusions were to draw from the first attempt, but it seemed to have some sort of effect. And the reaction had certainly had an effect on Manon; she could feel the dampness on her panties. And she wasn't a bit less aroused now! Which was why she decided to blow much harder and longer this time. And so she did!

     

    And this time the response was not long in coming! Seemingly not aware of the presence of Manon, the woman began to caress her thighs with both hands. As they moved higher and higher, her skirt was pushed up with them. She was moving fast, and obviously she thought, that her skirt was interfering in her way upwards her thighs, so she lifted her behind slightly, and hitched her skirt  up to her waist. With her skirt out of her way she began to furiously rub her crotch, pushing her silky, black panties deep into her pussy. Then she realized, that her panties were in the way for an even more intimate pleasure, why she tore them down with one violent movement, and threw them on the ground. Having gotten free and unlimited access to her private parts, she devoted her left hand to take care of her clitty and her right hand to dive into her pussy. The gurgling noise her right hand made, whipping around inside her pussy, made Manon so horny, that she couldn't help starting to caress her mimsy.

     

    Furiously masturbating, both the woman and Manon got earthquaking orgasms almost simultaneously. Luckily for them there were no other persons in sight; they were not exactly whispering. Especially the woman was moaning loudly, arching like a bridge, juices foaming out of her pussy! In that moment she didn't look as elegant anymore... But very sexy!

     

    Eventually their orgasms ebbed out. Suddenly it dawned on the woman, what she'd been doing! She totally panicked. She picked up her panties and pulled them on. Then she tried to pull down her skirt, but she was so upset, that she didn't manage. Struggling with her skirt, she started to walk away in great haste. Exposing her body from her waist and down. Nylon stockings, garterbelt and panties, which were pulled on back to front! Soon she'd vanished out of Manon's sight.

     

    Manon was delighted! The whistle was indeed a success! Of course she had to test it further, but very likely the other end of the Whistle had the power to make a person horny! And it seemed, that it was possible to vary the effect depending on how hard and how long you were blowing.

     

    Very satisfied with her discovery, she peed her panties, before she stood up and began to walk home. It was such a delicious sensation to feel her wet panties clinging around her private parts! She giggled! Tomorrow, tomorrow! Tomorrow she was going to continue her exploration of all the possibilities of the Whistle! Her Magic Whistle!

     

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    TO BE CONTINUED.

      

       
     

  7. As up to now, noone has made a comment (except for me about having put this in the wrong section; which is actually now, thanks to Kirito, corrected). The obvious conclusion must be, that this part of the story sucks even more than the previous chapters. Probably it's an obvious sign of that it's time to stop writing. As every story I've written before this one has been reasonably well received, some stories with more than one positive comment, I guess I've now totally lost the touch, and it's time to spare you from any more rubbish from my pen.


    I just noticed, that this post is my 300th on Omorashi.org, What a woeful epitaph over... hmm... nothing worth to remember.

  8. Hi everybody!
     
    At last I've finished the third chapter of Manon and the Magic Whistle! And as I hope to continue the story about Manon's adventures chapter by chapter by chapter... (which depends on whether you gals and guys like the saga of the magic whistle), I've decided to follow my dear sis
     frostyjr2's example and place all the chapters in one single thread. Except for the first two chapters, which has been posted  before in seperate threads.
     
    You can find the first two chapters here:
     
    CHAPTER 1: https://omorashi.org/topic/22203-manon-and-the-magic-whistle/
     
    CHAPTER 2: https://omorashi.org/topic/23262-manon-and-the-magic-whistle-part-2/
     
    And here comes:

     

    CHAPTER 3

     

    Testing the whistle: Is it really Magic? Read, and find out!
      

     The days that followed, Manon was puzzling her head over the two wetting incidents, that had occured right in front of her. The more she thought about it, the more she got convinced, that they somehow had to be related to her blowing in the fetish. It made sense, she thought. Both times the girl began to pee herself right after she'd started to blow. "What are the odds for that to happen by coincidence?" She thought.
     
    Two days after Malin's wetting accident Manon and her aunt was visiting a friend, named Ella, who was living in the country. Ellas' major interest was dogs, and training dogs. She demonstrated to Anouk and Manon how she trained her dogs. When she wanted them to come back to her, she used a gadget, that looked like a whistle, but they couldn't hear any sound, when she blew into it. When Manon asked her about it, Ella explained, that it was a special dog whistle, that emits sound in the ultrasonic range, which people can't hear. While the sound is above the range of human hearing, it's within the range of a dogs'.
     
    Manon caught her breath! What if her fetish was a whistle, which like a dog whistle emits a sound too high for a human ear? A sound, that, even if you couldn't hear it, your body somehow could sense! And sensing the sound waves the body reacted by starting to pee! She got so excited, that she was on the verge to take out the fetish and at once test it on Anouk or Ella. But she calmed down and put down the fetish again. It wouldn't be fair to expose them for the humiliation of wetting themselves. But the thought made her giggle.
     
    When they were back home again, Manon realized, that there were an other problem too. Why was it, that in both occasions only one girl had wetted herself? Why hadn't Manon herself peed? Why hadn't the other woman peed herself? After some cogitation and reliving the two wetting occasions, she recalled, that in both cases she'd been facing the person, who wetted herself, when she blew into the fetish. At least she was pretty sure she had. Maybe by blowing into the fetish, the ultra-sound was transmitted like a beam in the direction, that she was facing?
     
    She knew, that she had to make some tests. And she also had to see, what happened, if she blew into the other end of the fetish. She hoped it wouldn't cause an innocent person to poop in her panties! That would be too gross!
     
    Next day it wasn't any lessons. Manon's school was closed because of teacher-day. She jumped out of her bed early in the morning, eager to get out and test her theories about her fetish. Anouk looked in astonishment at her little niece. Generally Manon wasn't an early bird... She was dressed in a short, pleated, blue skirt, a red short-sleeved blouse, white knee-length stockings and grey Converse Star Player Mid sneakers. In a rush she consumed two big mugs of milk chocolate, three sandwiches with thick salami-sausage slices, ham and cheese. She finished her meal gulping two glasses of orange juice. "I wonder where that little one has the place for all that..." Anouk pondered.
     
    Before Manon left the house she put on a grey cardigan; it was a bit chilly in the mornings. She waved goodbye to her aunt, who waved back, and muttered to herself:
     
    "I hope she remembered to go to the toilet after all she'd consumed."
     
    Manon had decided to go to the big, nearby park to test the fetish, which she now thought of as her Magic Whistle or just The Whistle. She strolled around in the park. She met many women on their way to work, but she got nervous by the thought, that she would actually make somebody to wet herself. On the two previous times she hadn't purposely made the women to pee themselves. She didn't then know the effect of blowing The Whistle. Now she had to be careful not to expose some innocent woman to the humiliation of peeing herself at the sight of other people, she thought.
     
    She went to a part of the park, that wasn't as crowded by people on their way to work. She sat down on a park bench and looked around. It was really a secluded spot of the park. She didn't see any person at all. But she'd got the whole day. As she waited, she got more and more excited. Imagine if she had the power to make people pee themselves! People and people... She was, of course, only interested in making females do it. And so she thought about, if there would be any effect of blowing in the other end of The Whistle as well. And, if so, what that effect would be.
     
    And then she saw a person approaching her. She soon saw, that it was a female. As she was getting nearer, she appeared to be a rather young girl, maybe a couple of years older than Manon. She had a small rucksack and was obviously on her way to school. Manon became a little uncertain, whether she should test The Whistle on her. She thought she shouldn't do it if the girl had been having pants, which obviously could show embarrassing signs of a wetting. But this girl was wearing a short red skirt, and hopefully it wouldn't get wet. By now Manon was so excited and eager to make the test, that the Voice of Conscience, didn't made itself heard.
     
    When the girl was about twenty meters away, Manon squeezed The Whistle and put it to her lips and blew. She blew hard and for several seconds, and the effect was instantaneous! A few opening trickles gave the girl a forewarning, luckily enough for her to hitch up her skirt before a strong stream of pee forced her white panties and hit the ground. The girl, who had stopped only less than a meter from Manon, looked in panic at her. Some pee splashed on Manon's legs, and she felt ecstatic!
     
    Eventually the girl stopped peeing. She mumbled out:
     
    "I... I'm sorry! I didn't feel it coming!"
     
    She was still holding up her skirt. Her panties were glistening from her pee, and some drops were still falling. Manon stood up and picked some kleenex from her bag.
     
    "Please! Don't feel embarrassed! It has happened to me too. No big deal! But I think you should take off your wet panties, and wipe off the pee from your legs and pussy!"
     
    The girl started to pull down her panties but stumbled and fell on to Manon, who grabbed her.
     
    "Let me help you", Manon said.
     
    She took off the soaked panties and gave them a quick sniff. Oh, what a wonderfully arousing scent it was! Then she handed the girl some kleenex.
     
    "Here, wipe your legs! I'll help you!"
     
    The girl bent down and began to mop her legs from her feet and upwards. Manon kneeled down, and began to wipe her thighs. The girl didn't raise objections to the obtrusive treatment. So Manon wiped a bit higher, "accidentally" touching the crotch. Still no objections. But she thought, that it might be too intrusive to go any further. But, of course, she could always ask...
     
    "Do you mind, if I clean your crotch too? You can get a rash..."
     
    The girl mumbled something, wich Manon interpreted as an OK. So, eagerly and with great enthusiasm, she thoroughly attended to the arousing task to clean the other girls pussy! In and out! Excited she witnessed how the pussy lips swollowed under her tender treatment. Fascinated she watched how the clitoris bobbed, when she touched it. It was the first time, that she had touched the pussy of an other girl! And how she loved it!
     
    The girl had begun to pant heavily! She moaned and groaned! And then she came! Her pussy twitched! Her pussy juices bubbled and spilled over, running down her thighs. Her orgasm made Manon to come as well! Both girls gave away muffled screams.
     
    Suddenly the girl stood up. Hastily she pulled down her skirt.
     
    "I'm late for school", she said, and ran away. Manon looked after her, still panting from her orgasm. The girl had left her panties. Manon took them and put them to her nose. She sniffed. The scent of pee mixed with other odeurs from the girl's body was intoxicating!
     
    Manon began to walk home. "I'll test the other end of The Whistle an other day", she thought. "Maybe tomorrow!" She added and giggled.
     
    On her way home she suddenly got desperate to pee. She sneaked in behind a bushery, parted her legs and hitched up her skirt. She put one hand on her panty crotch, and began to rub her pussy, trying to postpone the peeing a while. But in vain! Desperately rubbing she started to wet her panties (which btw. was already pretty wet from her pussy juices)! And almost immediately she got an overwhelming orgasm, while she continued to pee!
     
    When she'd finished peeing, a very happy and satisfied girl resumed her walk home.

     

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    I hope next chapter won't take as long time as this one!

  9. A couple of years ago I walked together with a girl from a class under mine on the way home after the schoolday. I didn't know her very well, but she was a nice company, chattering most of the time. That is to say for the first quarter of an hour; then she got more and more quiet. At first I didn't pay any attention; it was a nice day and we were passing through a park with blossoming cherry-trees. But when she lagged behind, I stopped and turned to her. She looked self-consciously at me and whispered: "I wish I had visited the toilet before I left". She looked down. I followed her eye and noticed a trickle down her leg. She parted her legs, and the trickle become a stream, pouring down from under her skirt to the ground between her feet! The poor, little girl was wetting herself! I felt so sorry for her! But at the same time I got really, really turned on! And that sensation became strongly enhanced by that comment of hers: "I wish I had visited the toilet before I left"!

  10. Oh, thankyou, thankyou!! Such a hot story! I got so taken by it, that my right hand guided by a will of it's own found it's way in under my skirt and started to be very naughty, haha! No doubt this adventure made you into a certified lesbian! Cross your heart, surely a girl knows better than any guy how to make you feel like in heaven!!! (No offence guys, but we know our bodies better!)

     

    I've had a guest for some weeks but now, when she's gone, I'll read all your stories!!

  11. Vikka is what I called myself, when I started to talk, and it has been stuck to me. It's short for Victoria.

     

    My avatar is me lying on the bed, crying and not wanting to listen, when my Mistress (now living in Canada; I love her, miss her, but we have contact at least once a week) is yelling at me  for not having been obedient (which happened all the time). I chose that pic as my avatar, when my former one was removed, because it was considered indecent (it happened to show a glimpse of one of my nipples; something I hadn't even been aware of myself before. I was sitting, fully dressed, writing on my laptop, which I thought was a typical image of me. But, after having had it as an avatar here for a long time, someone obviously found it unbearable to have to look at a bit of my nipple every time he/she visited my profile, and made a complaint. And the avatar was removed. Rules are rules, which I had to accept.) Haha, at least I'm very much fully clothed on my present pic!

  12. Oh, thanks a lot, Oscar :smile:! It feels so good to be appreciated for my stories! Now and then I feel so insecure about my English. I know I'm good writing in Swedish, but English is after all a foreign language for me, but I write a lot in English, and hoping I'm approving... Anyhow, Oscar, I'll keep them coming (in this case I'm referring to stories, not to girls...) :wink:

  13. @ Indigo and frostyjr2: Our dance was performed just as I described it. I danced the woman's steps and Lena the man's. But as I knew how to dance tango and Lena didn't, I kind of showed her by my moves how to lead, maybe you could say I was a latent leader. But very soon Lena got the hang of how to do the tango (hehe!) and we were cooperating very nicely. You should know that it of course was a "beginner" tango with only basic steps. And as our bodies were close (hehe, very close indeed) she (as the supposed leader) slided her right leg steps in between my thighs. Of course, if you dance with space between your bodies, there are more variations you could practice. A very erotic variation is, when the leader is close behind the follower. Especially if it is a heterosexual couple, a stiff cock could create a certain sexual tension between the two. At least I imagine so...

    To show how the man's right leg slides in between the woman's legs, click ---> http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=P4tdbZZdhzM It's a short clip that shows how to tango for beginners.

    And btw. I'm so happy that you've read my story so thoroughly, that you've noticed even small details!! Thankyou for the interest!!!

  14. Thankyou biggest sis for a wonderful comment!  <3 you soo much! I'm so happy you like the third person narration! I've been thinking for a long time to try to write about my own experiences in third person, but wasn't sure how it would work. But then I thought it would give so much more possibilities in handling both with the other characters and myself. So I gave it a go... And now you've given me courage to continue! I truly love you!!!!

  15. Hi,

     

    I've been reflecting on a new way of telling my wetting experiences. Instead of writing in first person I'll tell them in third person. In that way I'm able to be in the mind of all characters in the story, not only in my own. This allows me to give the reader information that the main character (I, Vikka) may not know, but which could (maybe) make the story more interesting. It will enable me to depict not only my (Vikka's) own thoughts and feelings, but also the other characters' as I imagine them (or have been told them).

     

    There is particularly one reason for choosing this way of writing. It's a bit embarrassing to tell you, but the reason is, that it enables me to relate the other characters' opinions of me (and, of course, other persons, that appear in the story), and also their views of the course of events. When I write about me in first person, I can't, for example, tell how absolutely cute, witty and charming other persons in the story think I am, hehe!

     

    Now to my first attempt to write about my own experiences in third person.

     

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    VIKKA, THE NEW CLASSMATE 

     

    She slammed the door, when she entered the teachers' staff room. English teacher Kerstin Wall was frustrated. Her cheeks were aflame. Her eyes were aglow. She flopped down into an armchair.

     

    "That new girl, Victoria Dubois, she's totally shameless!" Miss Wall was so upset, she almost choked up. She took a deep breath and continued. "I caught sight of her during the last break. She was talking to another girl and she looked very stressed, nervously stepping on the spot. Now and then she crossed her legs. Suddenly she spread her legs and pulled up her skirt. She was wetting her panties! I was standing only maybe five meters from her but that didn't seem to bother her. She went on peeing and she really must have been desperate. Before she was finished, the bell rang. The other girl started to go to her class room, while Victoria waited until the last drops. Then she let down her skirt and was just on her way to go back to her class room, when I stopped her. I told her to go to the school nurse's office and tell her what had happened so that she could get washed and also borrow a clean pair of panties. Also I thought it would be important, that the nurse became aware of Victoria's incontinence problem." 

     

    At this point a senior colleague interrupted her:

     

    "Miss Wall! Why on earth do you tell us all this? You've been at this school for fifteen years now; is this the first time you've come across a student having a wetting accident? I don't think so. It happens now and then. Girls get excited, they forget to go to the toilet in time; they accidently wet their panties! What's the big deal?"

     

    "The big deal was her attitude! She looked at me as if I was joking. She said that she would miss an important math test, if she had to see the nurse, and that her wet panties wouldn't bother her at all. On the contrary; she quite enjoyed the feeling! And she added, that never, never she would wear the ugly panties, the nurse would provide her. Impertinent girl!"

     

    "Well", the senior colleague said, "maybe she should have expressed herself in a more respectful manner, but obviously she was under the stress of trying to be in time for the math test and therefor didn't find the proper words. But I find her eagerness to not miss the test is worthy of respect, and should excuse her lack of proper manner in this particular situation."

     

    And all the other teachers - except miss Wall - agreed to her wise summing-up of the case. Although the young gym teacher, miss Git Anderson, had some thoughts of her own about Victoria. But they were not thoughts, that she had any intention to share with the other teachers.

     

    After the math test Vikka had no more lessons for the day. When she left school, she was very content; she knew, that she had done well on the test. But she was a bit worried about what miss Wall might make of her wetting accident earlier. She'd seemed very angry, and even threatened to report her to the headmaster. Well, Vikka thought, an accident was an accident, and surely she couldn't be punished for it. She pondered a bit more over miss Wall. She couldn't be more than something about thirty years old, probably even younger. but yet she behaved like a narrow-minded, middle aged woman. But if one looked closer, she was actually really good-looking with a fine figure.

     

    "Hi!" It was Lena, who came up side by side with her. She was the same girl, who was talking to Vikka, when she had her wetting accident before the math test. "Have your panties dried yet?" She giggled. Since Vikka had come to the school a month ago and begun in her class, they very quickly had become close friends. "I saw, that miss Wall caught you. What rotten luck! What did she say?"

     

    Vikka told her.

     

    "Well, never mind miss Wall", said Lena. "I've more important stuff to talk about! As you prolly are totally unaware of, my fifteenth birthday is coming up, and next Sunday you're hereby solemnly invited to celebrate that illustrious event!"

     

    "Hurrah! My dear young friend, finally you too have reached the estimable age of fifteen years! Do you realize, that from next Sunday we're of legal age to sleep together? No more fear of the Police bashing in, when we're fucking each other!"

     

    Vikka hugged Lena and gave her a kiss on her mouth. Lena returned the kiss, this time involving her tongue. Vikka liked it, and so her tongue began to whirl around Lena's. Lena got excited and pressed her left thigh in between Vikka's. Feeling the thigh touching her crotch Vikka started to rub her pussy against it. But suddenly they both came to their senses. They parted quickly.

     

    "Not the right place", said Vikka.

     

    "Not the right time", said Lena. "I've to hurry home. Mom wants me to go with her to visit my grandma."

     

    On her way home Lena was thinking of Vikka. What fantastic luck, that they'd become classmates! From the moment their form teacher had introduced the new girl, Victoria, to the class, Lena had become fascinated of her. She was tiny to be a fifteen year old girl, smaller than anyone else in the class. She was wearing a short, grey, pleated skirt, a pink t-shirt, pink Chuck Taylor hi converse shoes and white knee stockings. She had a slim, boyish figure and very small breasts. Her hair was brown, shortcut and ruffled. In all she didn't look the fifteen year old girl she was. More like twelve, thirteen... The form teacher told them that Victoria was born in France, and had moved with her parents to Sweden about two years ago. She asked Vikka to tell her classmates a little about how it was like to go to school in France. She told them that she'd been at a Catholic school in Paris, and that the students had to wear school uniform and that the disciplin at a Catholic school was very strict. Vikka had no difficulties to speak Swedish but she had a French accent, which her new classmates found very cute. Vikka finished by telling her classmates to call her Vikka. She wasn't fond of the name Victoria, it sounded like a stiff, old spinster, she said, and her classmates laughed.

     

    The first weeks Lena only looked at Vikka from a distance. She made her feel so strange. When she was near Vikka, her body got all hot and tingly. When she wasn't at school, Vikka was in her mind all the time. One day she thought, that it was like she was in love with Vikka! But, stop! It couldn't be. She couldn't be in love with an other girl! But once the thought had crossed her mind, she began to realize that there were no other explanation. Oh, speak about hopeless love, she sighed. How do you explain to an other girl, that you're in love with her? And what does it make her? Was she lesbian? All sorts of thoughts romped about in her head.

     

    One day their gym teacher Miss Anderson announced, that for the next weeks, they were going to learn how to do dances, that were necessary for girls to know. Today they were going to learn tango. Miss Anderson picked one of the girls and showed them steps and how they should hold the partner. Then she told them to stand in to rows facing each other. On her command, the girls in one row was to step forward and ask a girl in the other row for the dance. Lena was startled. The girl opposite her was Vikka! With a pounding heart and trembling knees she took the few steps up to Vikka and said as Miss Anderson had taught them.

     

    "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" Her voice was squeaky.

     

    Miss Anderson put on the music, a fiery tango from Argentina. Tentatively Lena put her right hand on Vikka's back. At arms length she began to lead Vikka before her, trying desperately to remember the steps, Miss Anderson had taught them. She tripped and stumbled over both her own feet and Vikka's. Miss Anderson approached.

     

    "No, no! Tango is a sensual dance, an erotic dance, in which the male dancer expresses his desire for the woman he loves! Tango calls for physical contact. Try again!"

     

    Still shillyshallying, her whole body was trembling by the thought, that she was supposed to get close to Vikka. Feeling Lena's hesitation, Vikka took the whole charge of  their united carrying out of the tango. At her Catholic school in France, social skills as different dances, including tango, had been very important, and, in comparison with general Swedish standard, she was an expert tango performer. She pulled Lena close to her body, and whispered in her ear:

     

    "Now, take long sliding steps. Listen to the music and follow me. Let your leg slide in between mine!"

     

    And Lena indulged in the dance and let the erotic tango tunes fill her body. By every step her right leg slided in between Vikka's legs. She felt her bare skin against hers (as it was a gym lesson, they'd changed into their gym dresses). She felt how Vikka slightly lowered her body making her crotch to get in contact with Lena's thigh. In time with the inciting music, Vikka rubbed herself against Lena's thigh. She couldn't help herself. It felt so good!

     

    Lena felt the wetness from Vikka on her thigh. She heard how Vikka began to pant! It was a wonder! A miracle had happened! She'd made her beloved baby girl aroused!

     

    Miss Anderson watched them closely. It was a miracle how well they now executed the dance. That little French girl had taken over and she obviously knew how to do the tango. But maybe she emphasized the erotic element of the dance way to much. It was on the way to pass the bounds of decorum. Reluctantly (she'd become quite aroused herself just watching them) she went up to them and stopped their dance. When the girls had separated, Miss Anderson detected rather big, wet patches on the crotches of their gym dresses. It was time to end the lesson, so she told them to go and have a shower and change clothes. Next time, she thought, she would choose a less erotic dance, maybe polka... She also thought - the naughty teacher - that she wouldn't mind a private tango session with Victoria. But - she sighed - she knew her role as a teacher. But it wasn't forbidden to have fantasies...

     

    In the changing room Lena and Vikka chattered with each other as if they've been friends for years. When they went into the shower room, Vikka whispered:

     

    "Let's share the same shower!" She giggled.

     

    In the shower Vikka felt that she needed to pee. She used to pee in the shower, but now Lena was there too. But she really needed to pee. So she asked Lena:

     

    "Have you ever peed in the shower?"

     

    "Umm... I...", she faltered, "m... maybe. It has happened."

     

    Vikka giggled. "I do it often! I need to pee now! Badly! Can I?"

     

    "I too do it often! Can we do it together?" Lena couldn't believe, that she just said that.

     

    "OK! Oops, I've already started!"

     

    Lena saw a thick stream of pee coming from Vikka's pussy! In the next second she also started to pee! She parted her legs so that Vikka could have a good view. Then she saw how Vikka put a finger on her clitoris, and began to rub it with circular movements. She couldn't believe her eyes! Her new friend was masturbating in front of her! And instinctively her own hand had moved down to her own pussy. The two girls came closer and closer to their orgasms, while pee still was running out from their pussies. Lena gave away a scream, but Vikka quickly put a hand over her mouth. They were absolutely exhausted and Lena sat down on the floor. But Vikka drag her up again.

     

    "We've to hurry! Or we'll be late for next lesson, and you know what Miss Wall would say if that happens!"

     

    Lena and Vikka became very close friends, and there is a lot more to tell about their adventures!

  16. Hi, Jody, that was such a cute and also very arousing story about your first adult wetting! And it couldn't have been more public! I guess you must have been very embarrassed at the moment. Was it that accident, that made you love omorashi? To continue dancing in your wet panties was so cheeky and daring! I wish I were the girl, who you followed home. It would have been such a treat to find your panties all wet!

     

    Kisses/Vikka

  17. Personally I'm not a bit shy to announce to people around me that i have to pee. But I've noticed that a lot of women, who otherwise would think it to be disgusting to talk about pee and pee habits, when they are beginning to feel desperate to pee, get an irresistible urge to inform people within earshot about their predicament and how it progresses . And they're going on talking about it, instead of discreetly sneak away to the bathroom. :huh: I suspect that they deep down harbour a fascination for these things, and that their desperation makes their inhibitions blow away :wink:  

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