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  1. Last evening something happened that I am pretty sure will never happen again. I was strolling around in the city. I'd been having a lot of coca cola and was getting pretty desperate to pee. It felt nice but I wanted to intense that feeling, why I directed my steps to a café. Coffee would be what I needed to reach the final stage of desperation, I thought. It was a very cosy café. The interior decoration was kind of Laura Ashley inspired, and the chairs were very comfortable with thick, comfy cushions. I sat down at a round table in a corner. The tablecloth was quite generous; enough to cover my legs, which I appreciated as maybe there would be some wriggling and even holding. I ordered coffee and one Danish pastry. I'd just started to enjoy my coffee, when a voice made me to look up. It was a good-looking woman in her thirties: "Excuse me! I'm reporter at News at Town" (a fictitious name), "and I would like to make some questions about your café habits. If you attend cafés often, which you like most, how you want a café to be like and so on. I would really appreciate if you will have the kindness to answer them! May I sit down?" I was taken by surprise and couldn't find a reason to say no. But I did regret saying yes right after I'd said it. I mean, after all I was pretty - no, by now I was very - desperate. What if I had to hold myself? This could be thrilling! The journalist told her name was Barbro and asked for mine. Then she began her questions. She was a very nice woman and funny to talk to. When she'd finished her questions, we went on talking about all sorts of things. At first I didn't feel at all desperate. But after about twenty minutes I felt a sudden, strong twitch in my lower abdomen. And then the desperation began! I sneaked my right hand under the tablecloth, drew up my skirt and pressed my hand on my crotch. Barbro didn't notice anything. My desperation increased. I squeezed my thighs hard together. The twitches came faster and stronger. It was as they were knocking on the door, demanding me to release my pee! Knowing this wasn't the right time to wet myself, I tried as hard as I could to prevent an accident, which seemed to approach so inexorably fast. I rubbed my pussy forcefully, which quickly got me to the verge to come! Mustn't happen, I thought! If it did I would most certain lose the battle... Barbro gave me a quizzical look, when I suddenly gave away a moan. I felt my fingers getting wet. I'd had a strong spurt of pee in my panties, and it took all my strength to stop me from totally lose it. I pressed and rubbed harder, but had to stop doing so. If I'd continued, I would no doubt orgasm right there, in front of a journalist interviewing me! That would have been too embarrassing! Well, the alternative would also be embarrassing, as it would be me wetting myself in front of a journalist interviewing me! But as I couldn't possibly have an orgasm without her noticing it, I decided to let Nature have its course! Which Nature had the next moment! I completely lost it! My pee streamed through my panties, between my fingers and into the thick chair cushion, which silently absorbed my pee! I probably blushed and my breathing was a bit strained. Barbro asked if anything was wrong, but I denied it. While I was still wetting myself... It went on for ever and I was actually talking to her at the same time as I peed. I felt really weird, and I was so embarrassed! Finally she thanked me and said she enjoyed our talk. "Likewise", I answered and felt so relieved, when she left. I hoped she didn't thought I was unpolite, as I didnt rise to say goodbye... Then I sat there for about ten minutes, thinking of what to do. I've peed litres into the chair cushion and some had come onto the carpet too. I know, I had to tell the waitress about my accident. But it wasn't an easy step to take; it would be so embarrassing, so very humiliating to confess that I've been wetting myself like a baby. At the same time the feelings of embarrassment and humiliation made me really aroused! I couldn't help myself from touching my pussy, and before I even knew what I was doing, I was eagerly caressing my pussy upon my soaked panties! I reached an overwhelming orgasm within a couple of minutes and I had to bit my lips to avoid screaming! And before I left the café, I told the waitress that I'd had a wetting accident. I told her that I absolutely wanted to pay for the damages and left my name, address and mobile number. She was very sweet and said that accidents happen! As I was talking to her, pee drops still ran down my legs. To confess my accident to the waitress was one of the most humiliating moments of my life!
  2. When I was ten years old, I was staying with my parents at a hotel in Southern France, at the Mediterranium. As I was a very good swimmer, my parents left me at the beach every day, when they were out doing other things. One day I was lying on the sand, when I felt something shadow my eyes. I looked up and saw a girl, maybe a couple of years older than I, standing at my side. "Do you mind if I join you. I just arrived today and I don't know anyone here. I'm Camille..." "Yes, I'm alone too, I'm Vikka, short for Victoria." She lied down beside me. We started talking, she was very fun to talk with. She was twelve years old and was staying with her parents at an other hotel. But then she got silent. I looked at her. She looked as she was in pain, and she had one hand between her thighs. "Shit, I got to pee! I'm totally desperate! Come, let's go down to the sea; no one would notice if I pee in the water!" I looked surprised at her. Did she mean that she would pee in her swimming suit in the water? Would she be so bold? I'd never done anything of the sort and the thought made me thrilled. We started walking. It was nearly a hundred metres down to the water and Camille walked in a funny way with her thighs pressed together. A couple of times she slowed down and put a hand in between her thighs and rubbed. Nearly down to the sea she stopped. "Oh, Vikka, I can't hold it anymore! It's coming... I'm going to wet myself!" She quickly separated her legs, and immediatly her pee flooded through her panties! It went on for almost thirty seconds. "Oooh!!! That felt nice", she panted. I started to continue to the sea, as I thought she wished to rinse her panties. But she stopped me. "No, wait! It's not fair, that I'm the only one of us to pee myself like a baby! Now it's your turn!" "No way! I'll never do that", I yelled! " Why not? We can rinse our panties in the sea afterwards, and no one would know. I promise, it feels so nice to wet yourself. This wasn't my first time, you know! Don't you need to pee?" "Maybe... a little... But it's only babies, who pee themselves, not girls of our age!" "Bullshit! I just did it, didn't I?" "But that was an accident!" "If I tell you it wasn't... I really had to pee, that's for certain, but I could easily have waited until I was in the water." I looked at her. I couldn't believe what I heard! A twelve year old girl, who used to pee herself for fun? It wasn't normal... But then again, she looked so content, when she wetted herself. She really seemed to enjoy it. And a voice inside me said, that it couldn't hurt to try. Just this once... "Ok", I said, "I'll try! But I don't know if I can pee in my panties. Especially when you're looking..." "Take your time! It'll come, I promise. Just relax!" There was no one in the neighbourhood. Hesitatingly I parted my legs. And to my big surprise I began to pee at once! Oh, shit! I was ten years old and peeing in my panties! It was so warm and wet, when it first gathered around my crotch and then forced the fabric and streamed down to the sand between my feet. And Camille was right, it felt so nice! Some of my pee ran down my legs and that felt also nice! I for sure needed to pee, I went on as long as Camille did before. Then we noticed some people coming in our direction, and giggling all the way, we ran hand in hand down to the sea and dived in the water! That was my first time. The days, that followed, we spent at the beach, drinking lots of water until we couldn't hold ourselves any longer and peed ourselves. We did it lying down in the sand, standing up and even walking! This was how it began, and I've never stopped since... Vikka
  3. 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. ************** 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!
  4. 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. **************** I hope next chapter won't take as long time as this one!
  5. One healthy baby!

    Oh, Ashley, I'm so glad on your behalf :smile:!!!!!! I love babies! Haha, it doesn't seem, that you'll let us know her name... But I know it anyway, it is, wait for it... nope, if you want it to be a secret, I won't tell it But it doesn't begin with U, and it doesn't begin with X either...
  6. Some time ago something really crazy happened to me. It was on one side (at least in the beginning) scary and on the other hand arousing, exciting and very sexy. You could say that it began with a pint (or was it two?) of beer at a pub. At least the beer played a big role in what happened later. After the pub I continued alone to a cinema to see a film. I bought my ticket; I was early and sat down to wait for the doors to open. After a while i felt, that someone was watching me. I looked up and noticed a woman, who seemed to be very interested in my person. She was nice-looking with brown hair and dressed in a blue cardigan and a red skirt. She could be about 28-30 years old. I felt a bit uncomfortable by her interest but then the doors opened and I went in and found a place in the back part. The film had been on for a couple of weeks and there were only a few spectators here and there. There were noone near to me. But when the light began to dim, someone sat down on my left side. I thought it was a bit odd; usually, when there are plenty of free seats, people leave some seats between them and the next person. I noticed a faint scent of eau de cologne and gave my neighbour a furtive glance. It was the lady, who had been so interested in me before. The film began and I got absorbed by it and forgot my neighbour. Until I felt her leg touching my leg. At first I didn't bother, but then she began to press her thigh harder against mine. I looked down. She had pulled up her skirt high up, showing, that she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. Her thighs above the stocking tops gleamed white. And then, all of a sudden, her hand was caressing my right thigh! I got scared; what was she going to do! I tried to move away my leg, but she held it with a firm grip. She turned towards me, and whith her other hand she pulled up my skirt. I thought I should scream or something, but it felt embarrassing to let the audience know, what was going on. She caressed my thigh higher and higher up. I tried to keep my thighs pressed together, but she was strong and succeeded to part them. Well, maybe she wouldn't have succeeded, if it wasn't for the embarrassing fact, that my resistance bit for bit had weakened. I was still a little scared, but I was also to my shame getting more and more aroused. When her hand eventually had reached all the way up between my thighs, I knew, that it was greeted with my deceitfully welcoming pussy, pulsating with shameless lust! She grabbed my left hand and placed it right up on her own pussy! I shouldn't have, but I let her do it. And furthermore, I immediatly began to caress it! Her panties were already very damp from her juices, and her pussy trembled under my busy fingers. Her own fingers weren't exactly idle either, and soon were my panties pretty damp too! It felt so good! I really, really didn't want to gratify her by giving in to my sexual desire, but like a lightning from a clear sky my first orgasm made its entrance on the scene! And naturally there were concequences... A couple of beers and an orgasm... I wetted myself like a baby, in a cinema, my little mimsy caressed by a strange lady! I couldn't stop it! It was like a Niagara Fall forcing through my panties! And I got another orgasm! And yet another... And... The lady didn't seem to object me peeing myself all over her hand! On the contrary, her fingers were playing my pussy like a concert pianist would perform a piano concert with all its variations. After her third (or so; I was a little dazed by that time) orgasm, she too began to pee her panties. She started by dribbling and then continued with a couple of small squirts. It was lucky that there were a lot of noises from the film, which drenched our panting and moaning... After my orgasms had ebbed out, my scare for her returned. After all, I thought, that she was a bit freakish... So I decided to leave just before the film ended. I left in a hurry, and when I got out to the street, I ran precipitately back to the pub, where I'd left my bike, and off I got as fast as I could, and didn't stop until I'd got home to my own little cottage!
  7. @Minervafan and Flower: Thankyou, thankyou :smile: Your comments are making me so happy!! I hope it won't take long until next chapter...
  8. Like other of my friends I've more than once been subjected to men, who have tried to press their leg against mine at a cinema, at a crowded bus or train; even trying to touch my leg. If I'd remained seated, they would probably go further... But I've always moved to an other place. This happens from time to time, and of course I get intimadated by it. As I at first got intimidated by that woman's approach. And I could have stood up an moved to another seat or even left the cinema. It wasn't me being lesbian, that made me stay. It was me being hypersexual as a side effect of my bipolar disorder. I got aroused... and... I've written about my bipolar disorder and its effects on my profile page.
  9. Down my skirt in the park

    Hi DezzyBlack, I know my comment is slightly late, but I just stumbled over this thread of yours, and I got to tell you how much I liked (loved!) (still love!!) your stories! I too love to wet myself outdoors in public (and Indoors in public...) so i know your feelings. Which you describe so well (making me utterly aroused )! For the days coming I'll look for your other posts in hope for to reexperience the arousal I've got from this thread My educated guess is, that I will... /Vikka
  10. Hi, everybody, This happened only minutes ago! I went out in my garden for my usual Good Night Pee. I hadn't peed since I had supper four hours ago. I had a large can of beer to my meal (which was Pasta alla Carbonara, my speciality). I spent a nice evening, mostly reading. I opened a bottle of red wine, which I totally emptied, why I opened another, of which I consumed about half. It was a very pleasant evening, and I really enjoyed being all alone with a good book and red wine. When I stood up to prepare for bed going, I realized that I was pretty tipsy. But it felt good! I went out in the garden, and standing on the lawn with parted legs I, as usual full of expectations, waited for the sluices to open. I didn't have to wait long. Usually it starts slowly with a few trickles, hardly enough to moisten my panties, then a little pause to add to my expectations, and then increases to a steady stream through my panties. But this time it was like a volcano eruption! My pee gushed out in huge quantities! I wore a pair of pink, silky panties, and they were rapidly filled with pee. At first they hold the pee, which made them attain the shape of a big balloon! I bursted out laughing hysterically, when I saw the pee balloon I had created dangling between my thighs! It lasted only for a short moment, and then the pee forced its way through my panties and hit the lawn with a BIG splash! I went on peeing for ever and ever! Being so tipsy I had big problems with my balance and staggered around, pee splashing in all directions. I got hornier and hornier, rubbing my mimsy outside my panties, and suddenly I started to have one big orgasm after the other! Imagine the sight! This girl, being me, tipsy, moaning loudly, giggling hysterically, with her pee gushing through her pink panties, reeling on unsteady feet until she looses her balance and finds herself sitting on the ground! Still peeing, still orgasming! Vikka, when will you grow up?
  11. 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.
  12. 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...
  13. Hi, It's raining outside my little cottage and I'm sitting in my favourite armchair waiting for the rain to stop. Looking out of the window through the curtains of raindrops running down the pane, I suddenly realize, that I'm looking at my favourite spot in the world to wet my panties: The lawn in my garden! Every morning the first thing I do is to go out in the garden and standing with my legs parted pee through my sleeping panties. I can't imagine a better way to start yet another day! And every night the last thing I do before going to bed is to go out in the garden, pull up my skirt and pee through my panties. It gives me the feeling, that I'm pouring out all the vexations, that use to gather in my mind during a day. Then I can go to bed and sleep in peace and quiet! (Sometimes I keep the wet panties on during the night. I love how they cling around my mimsy!) As some of you by now know, I love to wet myself anywhere and everywhere in all sorts of public places. And yet my garden is my favourite spot. Although it is so secluded, that no one from outside can see me. Not at all public, as I otherwise want it. But it gives me a feeling of security in my daily life to also have included my fetish as a kind of a routine in my daily living. Something I can do privately, all by myself. This was just some reflections running through my head a rainy day. It would be nice to hear of how other members might involve our fetish in their daily routines. If they do *giggle*
  14. Hi, I wasn't sure myself... But getting this comment from you made it more than worth it !!!! If you were here, I would kiss you and kiss you again!!! And you're soon getting a baby ! If I tried to hug you now, would my arms reach around you? Love you/Vikka
  15. Drunk Girlfriend

    I know it's a horrible thing to admit but I LOVE watching a tipsy girl to pee herself! I really do my best to comfort her, telling her how I feel sorry for her. But secretly I get so excited! And reading your story also made me very aroused! And my panties pretty damp! Thankyou!!!
  16. Congratulations Rachel I hope you'll be happy ever after!!!! I've liked your style very much since the day I entered this site Congratulations Rachel I hope you'll be happy ever after!!!! I've liked your style very much since the day I entered this site
  17. Hi everybody! I'm back after a long time of not being quite well. I've seen that a post of mine has received a bunch of "flattering" - but totally incomprehensible - comments. I don't think I'll respond. Anyway, I've just posted a new Chapter of the Manon tale :) And another is soon coming. It feels good to write again :)

    1. OmoCommando

      Welcome to the internet.

    2. frostyjr2

      Welcome back, littlest sister! i've missed you! :)

    3. Ashleycub

      VIKKAAAAAAAAAA <3

  18. 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.
  19. This is a true account of what took place at my cottage Monday evening and night. It all started in the afternoon with a - in the beginning - harmless chat between a couple of guys and I on an other internet site. We were talking about the gloomy weather, which gave me the idea to buy some red wine to brighten up the day with. And drinking wine on my own wouldn't be funny; wine, women and song would be far more funnier! I thought. I do always act on impulse. I called two of my closest girl friends, Ingrid and Emma, and invited them to my house later in the evening. I told the guys, whom I've was chatting with, about my plans. They got pretty excited, and suggested, that I should write and post a story about the upcoming night. So I did, and this is how the story continues: I went to buy some red wine. When I left home, I thought two bottles would be sufficient. In the liquor store I revised my estimate of the number of bottles, that might be required. I left the store with eight bottles. As it turned out, that was a wise decision. Well, in the morning neither Ingrid, Emma nor I thought it was so wise. Our hangover was excruciating. To say the least. But that was then. Weighing the pros and cons, I would say, that the pros were overwhelming! Read and judge! Ingrid and Emma arrived in Ingrid's car. We hugged and kissed eachother. I saw Ingrid only a couple of days ago, but it had been at least a month since I last saw Emma. I'd missed her, and I gave her a special welcome kiss, which she responded to by sticking her tongue deep in to my mouth! Ingrid has her own very special way to hug me. She always presses one leg in between mine, and, as she's much taller than I, it always ends with me literally riding on her thigh, which she presses firmly on to my crotch. And, as always, I responded by grinding it against her thigh. We got so carried away, that Emma after a while had to tear her now moaning friends apart from eachother! Both Ingrid and Emma are very cute. Ingrid is of my age, twenty years old. As I hinted, she is much taller than me; I guess she is almost 180 cm. She has the figure of a goddess! Emma, on the other hand, is even a little bit smaller than me. She's the nicest girl to cuddle with! She's like a babydoll! She's about three years younger than Ingrid and I. The first couple of hours we sat around my kitchen table, eating, drinking wine and talking about, what had happened since we last met. And about lots of other stuff. You know, girls when they get together... Then we moved in to my living room, to sit more comfortable. Emma wanted to go to the bathroom. I raised my hand. "No, not possible!" I said peremptorily. "It's locked!" "But unlock it then!" "As I said, it's not possible. I've stated a new rule for to night. A rule, in which three keys are playing the key roles. Not on the stage. Actually, they're very much off the stage. You can't see them. And that's the point! The three keys are: The front door key, the back door key and the bathroom door key. To make it crystal-clear for your poor chicken brains: Those doors are locked, and the keys are hidden! The rule for to night is: Bathroom and garden are forbidden territory!" I lowered my hand again. "And now, let's have fun! We've got lots of wine left!" I continued in a now more cheerful and friendly voice. Not so "Mistress-like" anymore. There were some lame protests at first but eventually Ingrid and Emma realized the possibilities, which were implied in the rule, which I'd stated. I put on some music, and Ingrid asked Emma very politely for the next dance. I remained seated, looking at the dancing girls. Well, dancing... It wasn't a particularly graceful dance! Ingrid used the advantage of her length to move her right leg in between Emma's legs, which Emma prompt parted to make way. Very soon she was literally riding on Ingrid's thigh. Their skirts were coming higher and higher up, revealing, that Ingrid wore chestnut-coloured nylon stockings, attached to a red garterbelt, and that Emma wore light-brown tights. As Emma forcefully increased her grinding against Ingrid's thigh, her movements made their skirts come even higher up, and I noticed, that Ingrid's panties were as red as her garterbelt, and that Emma's panties were innocently white. Emma obviously got more and more aroused! And her movements more and more indecent! She was banging Ingrid's thigh harder and faster every second. She panted, moaned and squeaked! Her repertoire of vocal means to express her arousal seemed inexhaustible! And then she literally exploded! She screamed and screamed, coming in an almost everlasting orgasm! I haven't known any other girl able to express her orgasms in such a dramatic way as she! And this time it was not only vocally she showed her excitement. Suddenly Ingrid cried: "Emma! You're peeing on my leg!" I looked. Ingrid was right! As her orgasm began to ebb out, Emma started to pee herself. Like icing on the cake! Emma, now totally exhausted, sat down on the floor, her legs widely spread. She peed like forever, heavily panting, and a big pool of her pee was forming on the floor. I got so immensely horny, that I got a quick orgasm, without even touching myself. On slightly shivering legs I stood up and went up to Ingrid. She stood looking at Emma, breathing hard. She pressed one hand in between her thighs. But I pulled it away and replaced it with one of my own. Wow, her panties were so wet! And I could feel how her pussy was like trembling under my fingers. I began to slowly caress her upon her moisty panties. As I did that, I felt her hand stroking up my left inner thigh, bringing my skirt with it. It felt electrifying, like her hand was sending out sparks, when she stroke it over the nylon! She reached in between my legs. I felt my pussy pounding, when she began to stroke it. Our mouths met. We kissed eagerly, our tongues kind of rotated in each other's mouth. And the whole time I felt her fingers caressing every little spot around and in my mimsy. We both had still our panties on, and she pressed the cloth deep into me. I wasn't inactive. What she did to me, I did to her! We moaned, whimpered and sqeaked! We were already so excited when we started, that it didn't take long before we came. Ingrid screamed and I sqeaked and also gave away my silly-screams! We both had several orgasms in a row, and in the middle of one I began to pee myself! Which added so much lust to my excitement, that I almost passed out! I peed and peed! Soon my pee became mixed with Ingrid's! I felt her pee was so forceful! I've experienced it before, and I've never ceased to wonder at it! We continued to make love and wet ourself. We became very drunk. I have a foggy remembrance, that at one point we had a competition, of which, I think, the winner were to be the one to be the first to both orgasm and pee after I'd counted to three. I have no idea, who won...
  20. Share your ideas to make a story together!~

    @vexer6: That is such a wonderful idea! It contains so many nice possibilities ! And btw. thankyou for your support on the other thread! I Think you know, which I mean. I really, really appreciated it! @KawaiiUnknown: I hope you get more splendid ideas for your story!
  21. I'm so sorry for the long delay but now, at last, chapter 5 of Manon and the Magic Whistle is up!

    1. vikka

      A YAY! from you, sis, makes me so HAPPY!!

  22. 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.
  23. I want to give an explanation to why I got to post "A Rainy Day Can Be So Much Fun". https://omorashi.org/topic/23786-a-rainy-day-can-be-so-much-fun/ First a background. Yvette, who wrote and posted "A Rainy Day Happening" at Peesearch, is a friend of mine since I was 13 y o. She was (and still is) a member of the equestrian club, which I joined, when I began riding. As she too is from France, she took care of me from the beginning. She'd taught me everything about riding horses. Although she's ten years older than I, she'd always treated me as we were of the same age. Some years ago I happened to see her pee on the straw bed in the empty box of one of her horses. In itself, that wasn't unusual. It's common - and practical - to pee in a box, if you need to. But the funny thing was that Yvette had only pulled down her riding-breeches, not her panties, when she peed. Of course I became very fascinated. Yvette noticed, that I'd seen her, and afterwards she told me, that she liked the feeling of wetting herself. I took courage to tell her, that I too liked it. (Although we shared this same fetish, we never did it together until about eight months ago. But that is an other story. When I asked her, if we couldn't do it together, she just said: You're ten years younger than I, you're too young; it's out of the question!) Lately we've been seeing a lot. One reason for that, is that Yvette and her girlfriend for many years have broken it off. Yvette and I have many interests in common, and we enjoy the company of each other. I've given this long background, because I now realize how seriously bad I've behaved. And now I like to tell how it happened, that I posted a story, that I haven't experienced and written myself. The other night I'd invited Yvette for supper at my place. We had a very pleasant night, chatting about everything and - I've to admit - drinking a lot. Yvette had once told me that she was a member of an internet site about peeing. She didn't tell me the name of the site; when I was younger, she didn't want me to read, what she'd written. But now I started to ask her more about that site. I also told her about Omorashi.org. I started my laptop, and we showed each other the respective sites. I read a lot of her stories, and she read mine. She got really interested in Omorashi.org and it's various contents. And then she asked me, if I thought her stories would be liked there. We were drunk. Our judgements had become very, very poor. Anyway, the suggestion came up (I don't know who was the first of us), that I should post one of her stories as it was about my own experiences. She was curious about how it would be received by a new audience. She chose a story called "A rainy day happening!", because no other persons were involved. We changed a few details. Then I, regrettably, pressed the post button. I've shown Yvette, what I've now written, and - with a few changes - she's approved for it to be posted. Finally, I am so terribly sorry for this posting a story, I haven't written, and about something, I haven't experienced! Please forgive me! Vikka
  24. Re. "A Rainy Day Can Be So Much Fun".

    Oh, thanks a lot Lloyd !! I don't think I'll post more of her stories here. If she would become a member would be great! She has so many fabulous stories from her pretty wild life. But I don't really think she will. She's a very busy woman.
  25. Re. "A Rainy Day Can Be So Much Fun".

    @OmoCommando: Thankyou very much for your comment! It made me feel a little better! But it still remains that I didn't give credit to the original author in my post And then it was too late: The thread had been locked! Which is why I've tried to give an explanation in this thread instead. But sadly not sufficient enough to some anonymous members Which makes your post so very welcome !