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Telling a story from a while back that I've been thinking of lately! My friend hired a limo for her birthday party which would take us to a nearby city. We all met at her condo to pregame where there was plenty of liquor and seltzers to go around. I used to be one to take full advantage of the bar, but I've been having ongoing health issues 😔 so I skipped the alcohol and offered to DD back from her place that day. I still had some soda and water to join in though. The limo pulled up and everyone slowly headed to the front, some to take some pics outside while some go to the bathroom. I helped pack some bottles in a bag and carried it out with some other people to the car for the ride over. Once everyone got situated we took off. Inside the car, everyone started fixing drinks and grabbing seltzers. This route isn't usually long (45 mins?), but with weekend traffic it became like 2 hours. As is with alcohol, about 40 mins in some of the girls I was sitting with (who went to pee before the ride!) started to complain they had to pee and stopped drinking to compensate. Another guy was complaining a little about having to pee but it felt like everyone was just kinda at a 4-5/10 at worst and still having a good time. A while later, the same guy as before laughs and says "i'm at an 8/10" and another tall, curvy brunette girl laughs and says "i really have to go too, i'm an 8 as well." They joke about instantly filling up a solo cup if they were to pee right now. Slowly the bus starts to kind of die down in vibes as everyone starts to really need to pee. We checked the map and still had like 35-40 mins to go, but unfortunately there wasn't really anywhere to pull over. The birthday friend was pretty drunk and asked why everyone wasn't drinking and a couple of girls were like "we have to peeee" and she jokingly was like "i don't care!" but people were kind of just starting to sit quietly. No one was shaking/holding though. I definitely had to go and was at a solid 6-7 but because i had no caffeine or alcohol it didn't feel as bad as it normally would. Usually if i have one of those it'll feel like my pee is trying to escape but now it just felt like a rock inside me. About 25 mins from our destination, the curvy girl is still smiling but asks "can we please pull over?" The guy who also had to pee jumps up to knock on the driver window to ask to pull over, but Bday girl goes "NO! HOLD IT!!" as a joke since she's drunk. "Girl i have to go!!" says the tall girl but she kind of gives up. Everyone just complains about how we'll have to wait in line for admission AND THEN to the bathrooms and can we PLEASE pull over but no one does anything about it. Things continue to get tense and the tall curvy girl has her legs crossed in her skinny jeans with her head kind of looking down, but about 12 mins out she kind of lifts her head and asks a girl sitting in the back corner if she can trade places and if she can have her cup. The other girl was kind of drunk so she was like "why?" and she responds "I can't wait, I have to pee." Someone tells her we'll be there in 12 but she says "I can't wait 12 mins, i'm just going to pee in the cup". At this point i feel so bad for her so i was like "no we're pulling over now" and we asked the driver. I turn to the girl and was like "you got this girly!! he said he'll pull over". like 30 seconds later the driver pulls over and opens the door to this industrial looking area. Once the desperate girl sees the door open she runs out, and behind her are also me and like 8 other girls and 3 guys. One of the girls was like "where's the bathroom??" i'm not sure what they were expecting but clearly our only option was to run behind a fence that covered a back alley and pop a squat. The couple of girls who could wait turned back into the limo and the rest of us continued to speed walk behind a fence. some of the really desperate girls squatted as soon as they were out of sight, and i ran past their hissing streams as i went deeper behind the fence but we were still all like within a few meters of each other. I spread my feet apart and squatted, trying to balance on my platform heels. Fortunately i was wearing a skirt so i just pulled my thong to the side and let a hissing stream start into the treebed i was in and my friend squatted next to me and also started peeing in the tree bed. I had to keep moving my feet to avoid my pee from getting on my shoes but I couldn't stop my stream so i kind of got some on my shoes oops. Everyone was laughing and saying "oh my goddd" and "im still going". I was one of the last to wrap up but i waited for the guy who complained about being desperate earlier. I felt bad because i think he must have gone the longest out of everyone! The rest of the night was great and we all had more fun and there was no problem on the way back since there was no traffic lol. I still ran to the bathroom, pee danced while waiting for a girl to wrap up, after and peed for like 90 seconds straight though!

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View File Group of Japanese girls peeing on the camera A group of girls taking turns pissing on the cameraman/you. I have had this file on my computer for a while now. I'm not sure what JAV it comes from though. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 11/20/2021 Category JAV Collections  

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This is Chapter One of a larger planned series, but is a complete arc. I apologize in advance for any errors. -- On Talking to Strangers Sometimes, even the brave men and women of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police have moments of fear and apprehension. Unlike in most cases, however, one of the greatest moments of adrenaline in Mizuki Hirasawa's life came when he was off-duty. In fact, curiously, it came when he was on a week's paid vacation... -- The young, slender, and girlish German Shepherd in question was aboard his third train of the morning, having set out from home before first light. Despite rising so early, he didn't feel the least bit groggy or tired. In fact, as the sun had rose along his journey from his apartment in the Akihabara District of Tokyo and now into the foothills of Gunma, so had his anxiety. He had never done anything like this before - this spontaneous, this self-indulgent, and this... risky. But, fresh on the tail of a bad breakup and the emotional funk that followed, he had resolved himself to a change of scenery, a change of pace, and a venture outside of his comfort zone. Well out of his comfort zone. At his feet was a large canvas roller-luggage bag; he quietly unzipped the front pocket and fished inside. He unfurled the dot-matrix printout of the message he'd downloaded earlier that week. After retrieving it from inside, he read it over again, half to pass the time, and half to be sure he had the right stop. He'd been so nervous he'd almost gotten off at the wrong station twice. "Hey Mizu! Thanks again for RSVPing for our first ever BBS meetup! You were the last one to contact me, which makes us four members in total. I took the train station you gave me and a map and have given you some directions below. I hope you don't mind waking up early to make the meeting time~ Bring enough clothes to last you at least a week, toiletries, and whatever else you want. I'll be paying for food and drinks and such, so don't worry too much about cash, just make sure you have enough for train fare at least. Be ready to have some fun when you arrive! I look forward to seeing you there! DIRECTIONS: 1. From Takanadobaba Station, take the 5:54 AM Yamanote Line train to Ueno Station. 2. From Ueno Station, take the 6:34 AM Hokuriku Shinkansen to Takasaki Station. 3. From Takasaki Station, take the 7:26 AM Agatsuma Line train to Kanashima Station." Mizu folded it back up and stowed it back in the front flap of his rolling luggage, holding onto the handrail in front of his seat so tightly he swore he'd leave handpaw prints in it. He closed his eyes. It's not too late to turn back, he thought. You've never met these people before. This could turn out terribly... The Shepherd grimaced and shook his head, as if to shake the intrusive thoughts out, so vigorously two people nearby looked up to glance at him. He smiled at them sheepishly, then looked back down and willed himself to be invisible until the overhead speaker crackled to life. "Kanashima Station. Kanashima." It clicked back off with a short pop. The pup steeled himself and stood, taking inventory of his belongings and preparing for the train to stop. I'm 23! I'm in charge of my life! I need to have some fun while I'm still young! The way he visibly jumped when the train car's brakes squealed totally betrayed that his internal pep talk wasn't working. As the train glided smoothly to a stop, he forced himself to walk jiltedly to the doors, and when they hissed open, he wobbled out of the train and onto the platform. The passengers that followed him paid him no mind as they stepped around where he'd stopped on the platform, walking off towards the mostly empty parking lot and out of view. The doors rolled shut with a thunk behind the pup, and as the electric motors aboard the train droned to life, he closed his eyes again and willed the butterflies in his stomach to settle. No going back now, he thought. The next train home will be along in 15 minutes, a voice inside his head reasoned. He decided coincidentally that perhaps doing instead of thinking would be more productive, and he unfurled the printout again. Everything read normally up until this point for someone attending a meeting or convention, however the directions took a decidedly different, strange turn from here. A turn which betrayed the true nature of the small vacation he'd decided to take, and the people he was on his way to meet. "4. Upon arrival at Kanashima station, locate a vending machine. Purchase a bottle of juice or tea at least one Liter. Do not use the bathroom." Mizu's grip on the sheet of paper tightened with a tense rustle. He was really doing this... He took one last deep breath, and gazed around his vicinity. The view from the station was mostly unobstructed for a mile or two. Shibukawa, the city Kanashima Station resided in, was fairly rural; a farming town nestled at the bottom of the Gunma hills. From the station, he could see the bullet train tracks, several small homes, plenty of fields, and the dark brown and green hills beyond. It was certainly a far cry of the concrete, glass, and neon of Akihabara. He took a deep breath, the crisp and cool spring air quite refreshing compared to the oppressive, smog-filled air of the city. After a moment on the empty platform, his focus returned to him. The instructions echoed in his head. Get a drink, and don't use the bathroom. Admittedly, he'd used the toilet on the Shinkansen a couple hours ago, and at the moment he was in the borderline state where he honestly couldn't tell if he needed to again. The sensations between his legs were gentle and noncommittal, and what little tingling he felt could probably be just as easily attributed to nervousness. Rather than risk making it a definite, he pushed himself to keep moving, stepping off the platform and over to the nearby waiting area for buses. There, under a wooden overhang, sat three lonely vending machines. One was for cigarettes (and was empty, anyway), so it was of no use to him - the other two were older, refrigerated vending machines for snacks and drinks. Luckily for him, the drinks machine had one last holdout fluorescent lighting tube still buzzing and illuminating the selection. After a couple minutes split between genuine apprehension and presumably browsing, he selected a 1.3L bottle of sweetened green tea. In the end, the extra 300 ml probably wasn't going to really matter if the day was going to follow the trend the instructions were setting. Which, coincidentally, was the next order of business, and after a bit of unfolding, he looked over the next step. "5. Drink half of the bottle now. Afterwards, follow the northwest road from the station until you cross under the Shinkansen tracks." Mizu gazed from the sheet, to the bottle, and back to the sheet again. He was already regretting not sticking to the minimum size on the instructions. But, for reasons he still couldn't quite get a good grasp of, he broke the seal on the bottle and raised it to his muzzle. His pulls started eager, but by the time he'd gotten to roughly halfway, each gulp was slow, deliberate, and separated by full breath in and out through his nose. He finally pulled the bottle away with a wet pop, lifting it up to the light and surveying the damage. It wasn't clear just where half was, but he guessed it was good enough, and screwed the cap back on. He licked his chops, one hand on his middle as he caught his breath, the other stowing the bottle into his luggage. After a few moments, he stepped away from the vending machines, got his bearings, and set off on a jaunty pace towards the hills. The next 45 minutes or so seemed to pass by far more quickly than it should have. Upon arriving at the overpass, Mizuki unfolded the printout, which had returned to giving mundane directions, and continued up into the hills, up ever-narrowing streets, and as the trees and brush grew more present, so did a familiar tickling in his tummy. He tried to ignore it, but it reminded him exactly where he was going and whom he was meeting, and along with his newfound mild need to pee, his anxiety also began to gently return. Gently, at least, until he found he had arrived. He was almost surprised to find he was at the end of his destination, but sure enough, turning around, he could see out over the fields, to the train station, and beyond. He turned back to face his destination. In a past life, the two story home likely had been a rather upscale investment, especially in such a rural town as Shibukawa. Now, however, the home was less regal and more "lived in," the unassuming beige paint faded with decades of warm summers, the traditional black roof tiles serving as a welcome home for moss and leaves. It was not, however, neglected, with a neat and tidy yard and well-maintained compact car in the driveway. Overall, his destination had a homely warmth to it, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but whatever it was, this was a sight better. If only he could convince his feet the same thing; they'd instead decided that they were quite happy where they were and were rather uninterested in budging. After a full minute of wrestling with his apprehension, a gentle gust of particularly brisk spring air swirled past him, tickling him between his ankles, around his knees... and up his skirt. If the shiver he gave wasn't from the chill, it was from his bladder gently reminding him that he'd had plenty to drink before setting out, and the argument was persuasive enough that he nervously padded over to the front door. His right thumb pressed the doorbell, and his left hand smoothed his skirt back into place. A bell sounded somewhere inside, and there was a brief smatter of muffled but excited voices followed by footsteps approaching. Mizu winced, swallowed, and gathered what was left of his nerves while he could. The door clicked twice as the locks each drew open, and finally the door swung inward. Mizu had to lower his gaze to meet eyes with his host; standing easily at five and a half feet tall opposed to Mizu's nearly six foot two was a very laid back looking panda. Adorned in a robe and sweatpants, she definitely gave an immediate impression of youth and informality, and the mop of dark grey hair which hung lethargically off of her head cemented the facade. Despite her hair color, however, she was obviously about Mizu's age. She extended a hand, the expression on her face one of reserved joy. "You must be Mizuki!" He nodded, taking the proffered gesture and shaking with both of his. "That's me! Call me Mizu, though." He gave a nervous giggle. She beamed back at him. "Mizu it is! I'm Yasuko, but you probably already knew that." She gazed downwards. "Where's your bottle? Didja get cold feet about my directions?" Mizu winced and followed with a sheepish grin, reaching down into the pocket of his luggage and producing the bottle, giving it a slosh or two for emphasis. Yasuko was elated, grinning widely and clapping her hands together. "Wonderful! Haruaki chickened out and I made him have a cup of coffee when he got here." There was a bit of an awkward pause as Mizu stowed the bottle in the luggage and waited a beat, before Yasuko perked up. "Oh, come in! It's chilly out there, and I'm sure you want to unpack." She led the Shepherd inside, kicking the door closed behind her. The hall was a little dark, lit by a couple of wall lamps here and there, but it was tidy and warm, letting Mizu breathe a little easier, his tension finally beginning to ramp down. They arrived at a staircase just before the hall opened out into a living room. Yasuko gestured upstairs. "Your room is the first door on the right! Feel free to unpack and freshen up if you want to, we'll be down in the living room." She leaned in again and murmured into Mizu's ear. "Be sure to mind the rules when you unpack your toiletries!" Mizu bristled a little out of excitement, meekly mumbling in reply, "Rules?" The panda grinned a sinister grin. "You'll see~! Up you go, come join us when you're all settled in." She gave Mizu's butt a gentle, encouraging pat and disappeared around the corner. As he started to climb, he heard a distant, "Oh my gawd, he's so CUTE" from the living room. He smiled dopily and was misty-eyed up a smidgeon by the time he reached the top of the stairs. It was decided. He'd definitely made the right choice badgering himself into coming. -- A short time later, he was unpacked. The bedroom was small for a house of this size, but it was bigger than the bedroom of his apartment and much more richly furnished. He'd stowed his clothes in the closet and unpacked his toiletries and other belongings in the bathroom across the hall. He was definitely feeling a good portion of the tea he'd drank working its way downward through him, every bend and stretch while putting things away sending a tiny flurry of tingles and sensations from between his legs. What he felt unpacking certainly paled in comparison to when he'd taken stock of what was in the bathroom, however. He knew now what Yasuko meant by "rules." Running from one side of the ceramic toilet, up and across the toilet seat and lid, and tightly back down to the other side was a strip of thick, high-adhesive tape. On the tape in permanent marker was scrawled, "Off limits! Do not use!" along with a little squiggle, a drawing of a cherry blossom, and a winking face. Upon laying eyes on it, he let a genuine groan out of his snout, leaning forward and resting a hand on his lower tummy. His bladder had been polite all this time with the anxiety and distractions he'd been facing, but now, with only a thick strip of tape and his own voluntary actions keeping him from draining the decent amount of urine stored up inside of his belly, it decided that now was a good time to remind the pup that it was time for a pit stop. And yet, after a moment of hesitation, he'd left the bathroom, and slipped back into the bedroom - without relieving himself. He took a last few moments just to ensure he had everything in order and opened the bedroom door to head back downstairs. On the way out, however, he hesitated, then glanced back at his luggage. The bulge was still present in one of the upper flaps... He turned around and trod over to it, fishing his PET bottle of tea out of its confines, trying not to watch the tea lazily slosh around within before making his way back downstairs. Mizu heard muffled voices coming from the living room as he rounded the bottom of the stairs. He poked his head around the corner. In the middle of the room, on a pair of opposite cream-velour couches, sat Yasuko, and a black, brown, and white Shiba Inu he assumed was Haruaki. He was about Mizu's age... perhaps a little older, broad-shouldered and fit, with a tired expression on his face. He had a beanie on over his auburn hair, a red shirt with an imposing eagle-shaped design, and black slacks. He was reclined back with both arms resting upon the back of the couch, generally facing in Mizuki's direction - and coincidentally looked up as Mizu peered in. This prompted Yasuko to stop mid conversation and look over her shoulder, instantly beaming in his direction and boisterously plapping her hand on the couch cushion next to her. "Come on, you! Join us." Mizu smiled shyly and sauntered into the room, taking a look around. It was just as lavishly furnished as the rest of the house; in an entertainment center was a name-brand Hi-Fi system and a fairly large color TV, and on a desk nearby was a well-cared for NEC PC-98 (complete with its own monitor!), which he figured belonged to or was used extensively by Yasuko. He was momentarily envious. Momentarily until he gave a little yelp of surprise, Yasuko having hooked two fingers into the back of his skirt and pulled his butt couchward with a coy little, "Sit, boy!" He landed with a thump and an audible slosh from his tea bottle, which he set on the table in front of him - noticing an empty ceramic mug and empty plastic water bottle about half the size of his tea bottle standing conspicuously among the magazines and coasters. The panda continued with a confident and playful candor, "Mizu, this is Haruaki, as you can probably guess. Haruaki, this adorable boy," she said, petting the shep behind his ears, "Is Mizuki." Haruaki arched his eyebrows in an "A-ha" sort of fashion, giving a reserved, "Hey" in reply. His voice was much softer and higher in tone than he'd expected. Mizuki gave a little nod and a warm smile, mildly aware of the uncanny feeling of discovery coming to put faces to names and blocks of text on the other side of a modem. Yasuko piped up, leaning forward. "Don't let his act fool you, this nerd was so nervous about our little meetup he forgot to get a drink on the way here. Allegedly." She said, narrowing her eyes in a precociously accusatory fashion. Haruaki's expression cracked, a shy smile flashing across his muzzle for a moment before he wrestled it back away, his face a mite more pink than it was before. They made small talk for a little while. Haruaki was a full time college student, and part time convenience store clerk, studying to be an engineer. He'd found the BBS while wasting time on the college library computers, fishing around for content that suited his interests. Yasuko worked part time for her parents' consumer electronics manufacturing company. Yasuko went on to admit it was how she'd come to live in such a big house on her own - it actually belonged to her parents, but they'd since relocated to Kadoma to be closer to the company's headquarters. Her parents returned a few times a month to check in and visit, but were largely absent. She was the founder of the BBS all three had met on, which was hosted off of another computer and telephone line upstairs in her room. When asked what Mizu did for a living, he meekly replied that he worked for the city of Tokyo doing a lot of really boring paperwork. He wasn't lying, technically. Yasuko changed the subject after a short while, clapping her hands together lightly. "All righty, now that we all know each other, let's get down to business." She rose, and both of the seated canines watched in curious silence as she wandered into the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge door, and for a moment, all that was visible was her pajama-clad butt and puffball tail before she leaned back out, kicking it closed behind her. After a moment, she set down two full bottles of water on the coffee table - the same size as the empty one that was already there. Her gaze swept from Haruaki to Mizu, mischievous grin creeping across her face. "You two came all the way out here for this, might as well get the fun started." And without another word, she broke the seal on one of the bottles of water, closed her eyes, and tipped it upward, taking long, deep pulls from it. Haruaki and Mizu were too busy watching her drink in awe to realize what she quite meant. Her throat worked busily, each gulp audible in the relative quiet of the living room, until she was about halfway done with her water bottle. She opened one eye and stopped, gazing from Mizu and back to Haruaki, before tipping her head forward in a "Well?" sort of gesture. Both of the boys had an "oh right" moment, Haruaki taking a bottle for himself and Mizu collecting his half-full bottle of tea. The shepherd meekly asked, "All of it?," only to be met with a "What do you think" kind of look from the both of them. Oh well. For the better part of a minute, the only clear noise in the room was the eager chugs and gulps of three wayward young adults. After all was said and done, five empty plastic bottles and an equally vacant ceramic mug were the only evidence left of their devious intent, sitting pell-mell on the coffee table. Yasuko burped lazily and leaned back, stretching her arms over her head. "Hokay! Now we wait for that to work its magic... How's everyone feeling?" Haruaki shrugged, still trying to catch his breath. "I could take a leak, I guess..." He mused absentmindedly. Yasuko replied, "Yeah, me too, but it's not bad or anything," adding a roll of her hips for emphasis. They both turned to Mizu. Mizu recoiled slightly, on the spot for a moment, and Yasuko gave a tiny trill of amusement. Within the pup, a nagging sens­­­­ation had begun. Gone was the comfortable, if persistent tingling that had been present most of the trip from the train station, and now the familiar buzzing, insistent need to pee had manifest and was beginning to press on him downstairs. After a moment of fidgeting and working up the courage, Mizu murmured, “I guess I'm really starting to feel it...” Yasuko cackled, startling the others a little. She leaned in to muss his hair with an energetic palm. “You are adorable, you know that?” she inquired boisterously, the pup closing his eyes and growling affectionately with the tussling. “I’d never know those bold posts on my BBS came from you.” Mizu smiled sheepishly, replying, “Yeah, I guess it’s just easier to be confident online…” They made yet more small talk before Yasuko opened a cabinet inside of the entertainment center, revealing a pristine Famicom game system. “Oh dude,” enthused Haruaki from the couch, standing up to join her. “I’ve been trying to save up for one of these, but college life is suffering…” Yasuko grinned back at him while Mizu got up to join them in front of the TV. “I’ve got connections~,” she teased. “The Famicom is great and all, but Sega’s got something new coming out soon, too.” She left Mizu and Haru to fawn over her impressive collection of cartridges, retrieving a pile of junk food and some sodas from the kitchen before joining them. They took turns playing through a pair of games for some time, with Yasuko and Haruaki proving to both be very loud and much better than Mizu at both. Much gaming, trash talk, and general jubilation followed for a while, with Haruaki's performance steadily declining as Yasuko's wiggling and bouncing steadily loosened her robe. Thirty minutes passed. A casual observer would notice that their skill was beginning to decline despite their continued boisterous enjoyment. They'd also notice that, given the Famicom only supported two controllers, one of the three was sitting out between turns, and that the lack of distraction was taking its toll on their composure. On his turn to sit out, Haru had begun to tug on the hem of his slacks and restlessly adjust himself between his legs; Yasuko, the much bolder of the three, slipped a hand betwixt her legs and bounced in place; and Mizu, much more shy, simply let a hand rest on his lower belly and strained against the sloshing, insistent fullness within. Despite their needy bladders, however, they still were obviously and loudly enjoying themselves, and partaking of the drinks and snacks around them to fuel it. After nearly an hour, however, the group had considerably quieted. There was a more tense, uneasy air about them as they took turns - and controllers were being traded much more frequently as all three seemed to be rather rapidly losing their focus. A few empty soda cans littered the floor in front of the entertainment center. Despite three still half-full cans next to each of them, nobody was drinking anymore... but it was too late to stop now. Their swollen bladders simply wouldn't be ignored any longer. Mizu was the first to crack, after a particularly poor bout of playing, letting out a groan of frustration and set the controller down and finally allowing himself to visibly squirm. "Urrrf. I can't focus anymore." The buzzing in his lower belly was now an insistent, urgent throbbing. His restless thighs trembled slightly, rubbing together as he tensed his muscles repeatedly against the intense pressure built up inside. If he weren't here, in this particular situation, he'd have gone to the bathroom a long time ago. He looked up, as if realizing he wasn't alone only just now. Yasuko was still sitting Seiza style, but both hands were on her knees, bent forward and her back arching, butt wiggling beneath her and pom-pom tail shivering. Haru had quit sitting cross-legged at some point and was on his knees now, one hand obviously tucked up between his legs, looking the both of them over with a plain look of anxiety. He spoke, his voice more than a little needy. "This is fun and all... but when do we pee?" Yasuko leaned back to a playful angle, bangs falling into her face, breasts barely covered by her now very loose robe. Her face stated her need well enough, but was layered with a coy, even aroused gaze back at him. "What's the matter? Gonna spring a leak~? We'll all go eventually, don't worry about it!" Haru gazed at her flexible pose and gulped... then nodded. "...maybe..." Mizuki piped up after grimacing, their demeanor in turn reminding him of his own bladder bulging against the hem of his skirt. "That may be, but I have a feeling a toilet's not in the picture..." Yasuko pivoted her head over to Mizu, chewing on her lower lip, perhaps a little more drunk on arousal than was apparent previously. "Nope! That's the rules~" Mizu glanced down between his shivering thighs and then back up at Yasuko. "Well, we're on carpet, and with us being as bad off as we are, isn't that kind of a bad idea?" Yasuko lazily blew the bangs out of her face and Haru mimicked Mizu's downward glance before she replied. "I guess you're right." She directed her gaze over her shoulder, letting one leg jiggle urgently underneath her as she hastily assessed their surroundings. "Let's move over to the kitchen while we can." She shakily rose, unfolding her legs with a stiff groan. She gazed down at Haru, rather looming over him while he knelt, noticing he had snuck another hand betwixt his legs. "If we can still make it." Haru let out an intimidated meep as he gazed back up at her; Yasuko boldly reached over, and slowly popped the button on his slacks as if to make room for his swollen bladder. "Come on, you. You can do it!" Haru gave a needy grumble in reply, making it about halfway up and pausing to squirm before getting himself stood. His hands, however, didn't budge from their station, and instead pulled upward against his groin, struggling to buy himself time. Mizu was able to get up from where he sat with only a little bit of a struggle. At least, so he thought - near the peak of his rising, he started to stretch without even thinking about it, and what followed was a shamefully familiar sensation. A warm surge shot from beneath him, up the length of his sheath, and before he could react, dampened his tights. The pup let out an audible meep and shoved his hands up and under his skirt, now the second person in the room to abuse his junk in a desperate bid to hold back his overfull and overworked bladder. Yasuko practically trilled, grin wide and eyes half-lidded with delight, hooking both of the boys by the arms and dragging them towards the kitchen. "Come on now, before both of you ruin my floor." The trip to the kitchen took a little longer than it would normally with two extras in tow and three very sloshy tummies, but eventually Yasuko, Haruaki, and Mizuki were over the relative safety of kitchen tile. There were several seconds of awkwardness, the three youths gazing over each other as each danced and squirmed against the burning down below in their own ways, before Yasuko, whom had become the de-facto leader of this particular event, let out a flirty little giggle and spoke. "Well, I guess this is it," she mused. "What do you say we make this a little more interesting?" As both boys fidgeted and watched, she shakily untucked her hands from beneath herself, dug her thumbs into the hem of her sweatpants, and slowly, restlessly slipped them off. Now having the undivided attention of her two guests, she smirked a shaky smirk, undoing the sash of her robe and letting it hang loosely, revealing a pair of faded pink babydoll panties... and a quarter-sized damp patch. She let her back rest against the edge of the counter as the boys stared, able to keep a smug composure for about 30 seconds before grunting and shoving her hands back where they were desperately needed. "Hmmmfokay enough showing off. Your turn." Mizuki and Haru were suddenly aware of their own bodies again, and with it the pressure they were both fighting against. Mizu looked over Haru, and Haru returned the favor, shy eyes both searching each other for a few seconds with Yasuko restlessly looking on. Mizu gave a little sigh of defeat, and with one hand, reached up and undid one snap, then the next, on his skirt, each little pop resonating within his bulging, taut bladder. It slid off his hips and onto the tile, and he slid it out of the danger zone with one shaky foot. Yasuko growled a playful, "Show us the goods~" and Mizu gave a shy little smirk in response, heart thudding away in his chest as he got a good grip with his pelvic muscles and shakily let his hands part. His tight, shiny black bikeshorts showed off his bulges rather nicely - both the swollen bladder throbbing in his belly, and his junk neatly outlined by the thin elastic fabric... and the apple sized wet spot just above his sheathtip. Yasuko leaned over, lustful purr rumbling forth as she kissed the boy's cheek. "Adorable! But you better hold tight, you look about ready to pop!" Mizu touched noses with her affectionately before she pulled away, obediently resuming his obvious cupping of his junk. Yasuko turned her attention to the Shiba next, which he was dreading. Mizu glanced over, too, and noted his hesitation as well, the reserved pup avoiding eye contact, both hands jammed in his crotch and his legs crossed. Tightly. Yasuko edged over to him, almost whispering into his ear, "C'mon, buddy, don't you want to join us?" Haru shook his head, gritting his teeth and squeezing his legs tight. "You're gonna ruin those slacks..." Haru shook his head, tugging upward against his junk and twisting his hips. "Too late for that," he mumbled. Yasuko arched her eyebrows, curious, and leaned forward a bit, kissing his cheek and prying one hand away from herself to coax both of the boy's from between his legs. After a little protesting, he finally allowed her to reveal what he'd been concealing: a fist sized damp spot in his slacks. Yasuko trilled with surprise. "Jeez, you're not kidding. Good thing we got you away from my carpet when we did." Haru nodded bashfully, and sighed. "Guess it doesn't matter now..." He shakily parted his legs after a couple false starts, and carefully slipped off his slacks, revealing a pair of pale blue boxers with a shamefully large navy wet patch. "At least I've got the advantage now, I guess." And at last, the three of them were together in various states of undress and in dire, critical need of a bathroom break. Mizu mused to himself that he was probably the worst along, having drank a fair shake more than anyone else and with only a little spurt of relief to make up for it. He certainly felt and showed it, each throb of his bulging bladder eroding his will to continue and a healthy, smooth, firm bulge protruded from below his belly button. Haru continued to clutch himself tightly with his legs crossed, and Yasuko had one hand tucked between her legs, but otherwise seemed in control, the other gripping the counter she was leaning against tightly and her legs shivering. All that was audible was the remaining clothes rustling, deep breathing, and the occasional labored whine or moan. At last, Yasuko, ever the bold one, spoke up. "Don't suppose either of you two think you want to wet yourselves so I can finally win this little contest, hmm?" Mizu and Haru both honestly considered it, their bladders begging to finally be allowed to empty, but at length neither of them did, the last bit of pride, or perhaps shame, not allowing either of them to be the first to burst. Yasuko chuckled. "Didn't think so. But that's okay, because I have my secret weapon~." Mizu and Haru both had a wave of dread watch over them, Haru even flinching a little when Yasuko started to move. But she didn't touch either of them, instead leaning forward (with a moan of frustration as he own overfull bladder protested heavily) and opening the refrigerator. From within, she took out another water bottle, and shut the door, opening the top and giving both of the curious boys a devilish look. "This oughtta make those water balloons of yours pop reeeeal quick." Haru could only manage a meek, "Oh god..." before she pressed it to her lips and tilted her head up. Gulp... In the silence of the kitchen, it rang out loud and clear, the mouthful of water working down her throat and into her stomach. But for Mizu, it might as well have gone straight from the bottle and into his bladder. A wave of pressure washed over him as his bladder contracted, turning to lean on the counter and squeezing his junk in desperation as his grip against his tank full of urine faltered, a very girlish, pleading moan escaping his maw. Gulp... Haru was transfixed, eyes wide as the panda drank, her half naked frame commanding his full attention. His eyes trailed from her mouth, down her throat, past her breasts and stomach... and down to the prominent bulge that rested just above her panty hem. His focus had to come from somewhere, though, and before he realized it, there was a muffled, wet hiss, and from beneath his hands a sizable spurt of pee soaked his boxers and dribbled onto the floor. Yasuko opened one eye, gazing at him smugly as he abused his sheath with both hands to get the flow to stop, his maw agape and panting now. Gulp... Mizu's whole body shook. It was too much. The sound of Haru leaking and the continued, defiant ingesting of water by the girl next to him; all he'd drank over the past few hours; his throbbing, overfull, neglected bladder; it was all too much. The red-hot pangs of fullness in his belly would not be stayed any longer, he had to do something, his crotch burned with the threat of an accident. Just a little, he reasoned. Just a little bit... He let his muscles relax as much as he dared, and soon his own little spurts followed, the jet of urine springing through the thin fabric of his spats, through his cupped hands, and onto the floor with three heavy splashes. Gulp... Haru had every muscle tightened, his sheath squashed shut by his hands and legs, and his body contorting like a child refusing to be potty trained, but it simply wasn't enough. Another sequestered hiss started from within the confines of his constrained crotch, but this one was longer... fuller... heavier... and the spattering on the floor under him didn't stop for several seconds. "No... stop... please..." It wasn't clear if he was begging for Yasuko to stop with her flagrant acts or with his own abused and failing bladder control, but neither heeded him. Another rushing surge of urine shot out like a bespoke fountain from in between his fingers and onto the floor, but this one didn't stop, and before long he had parted his hands and legs and simply let the river of pee rushing out of his sheath and onto the floor of the kitchen go. It arced from his tip out through the fabric of his boxers as much as it drained through both of his leg holes; and the moaning, panting that escaped his open, upward tilted maw were as unrestrained as the flow belting from down below. Yasuko smiled from the mouth of her bottle, but she hadn't forgotten about Mizu, and as her gaze swept to him, he meekly protested with a pleading whimper. Gulp. Mizu's eyes went wide. Something had happened within him. As the panda forced down another mouthful of water, it felt like a fuse had been lit inside of his body. As the water worked down the panda's neck, he could feel a chill run down his spine and rush towards his belly. When the water reached Yasuko's stomach and stopped, the signal within his middle didn't, rushing down past his belly button and crashing into his bladder with immense speed. And then, all at once, he realized what it was. His pelvic muscles relaxed all at once, and with a final, futile yelp, his bladder contracted. Despite the pressure from both hands, a spout of urine sprayed forth from his sheath, soaking his blouse and splashing Yasuko's leg before splattering on the tile of the kitchen floor. He commanded his body to stop, tried frantically ordering his pelvic muscles closed, but they heeded no commands, completely overridden by his own body. He let out a wail of defeat, his hands dropping away from his crotch as he slumped to the floor with a wet splat. His stream of urine arced a good foot in the air through his spats, curving back downward and drenching his chest and belly before finally forming a huge puddle beneath him. Gulp... As both boys looked up, between their pants and moans, still helplessly having their accidents, they realized that Yasuko hadn't stopped drinking. Instead, she'd closed her eyes. Gulp. A few bubbles of air rose in the bottle as the vacuum created by her consumption equalized. Her bladder was the opposite of a vacuum, however, her confidence betrayed by the damage her own mind game was playing within her, and before long, a dripping sound joined the gushing and splashing the two boys nearby were making as three or four droplets fell from her suddenly much darker panties. Gulp. They watched in awe, their own bladders nearing empty and their streams dwindling to trickles, then a couple final spurts, as Yasuko continued to chug. She let the hand holding herself slip away from her crotch, resting on her tummy as the dripping became a tiny rivulet. Gulp. The bottle was mostly empty now, only a good mouthful or so left. Yasuko paused to breathe, although the breath was more of a helplessly aroused moan, as the rivulet beneath pulsed with strength, once, twice, and then finally becoming a full, urgent stream as her own grip finally caved. Gulp. The bottle was empty now. It clattered to the floor as she let it drop, splashing where her growing pool of urine was beginning to encroach upon Haru's small lake, both hands on her belly as her stream grew to a fountain, panting and gasping as her own taxed bladder wrung itself empty. She gazed downward, chest heaving, as her victory over the two also reached its end, pouring forth without any hope of stopping as the boys aside of her looked on, dazed and exhausted. At last, she finished, letting her stream trickle to a stop. All three of them collected themselves, panting and groaning as the puddles they made gradually wicked into their underwear and dangling clothes. Their faces were three unique portraits of relief and adrenaline, the group all practically glowing with the thrill of what they'd done. Minutes that seemed like hours ticked on, until Mizu finally returned to some state of awareness, gazing around at the half-naked pair next to him, then down at the now staggeringly drenched kitchen tile. "Whoa..." he mumbled. Yasuko and Haru seemed to rouse at his words, each taking in the scene before them, Yasuko mumbling "No kidding..." and Haru just bashfully smiling and averting his gaze. Yasuko reached out both her arms, pulling the pair over to give both of them a soft, affectionate kiss, amidst the now singular pool beneath them. "You two are amazing. I've... never felt like this before." Mizu quietly mumbled a "Me, either," and Haru simply nodded, working up the courage to beg another kiss from Yasuko with his lips, which she returned warmly. "Well," Yasuko ventured, the wetness on her body rapidly beginning to cool. "We've got some cleanup to do. What do you boys say you head over to the master bathroom and get those wet clothes off, I'll mop up here and join you in a minute while you get the hot water running?" Mizu, Yasuko, and Haru all exchanged glances, and Haru, who was obviously tenting by this point, shakily rose first, followed by Mizu, who developed a similar problem as he tailed behind Haru to the bathroom. Yasuko took a moment to collect herself, testing her legs before rising, licking her lips and envisioning what was soon to follow as she wobbled to a nearby cabinet and dug out some towels. When she finished and joined them, she found herself involved in something that only partially involved helping each other get washed up. They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening bonding, swapping stories and experiences like any other three young adults would, and after dinner, while their clothes tumbled in the dryer, when they all tucked into bed, each was still glowing, now mixed with eager anticipation for what would come the next day, and the days that followed. Sleep wouldn't come easy; for Haru because he was simply too excited, but for the other two, well... ...that's a story for another time.

Hey everyone! This is one of my first stories on this site. I have been on this site for a while and just recently decided to give writing a try. As a new writer I want to improve as much as possible, so I would love to hear your feedback. Hope you like it! (P.S. The final chapter contains a small amount of messing. I know not everyone likes that kind of thing) Chapter 1: Ava was captain of the field hockey team at Bloominfield High School. She was tall, and athletic with black hair and brown eyes she had small breasts but a large butt that made up for it. She was considered by some to be the hottest girl in the school. It was her senior year and she was looking forward to it. Her best friends Molly and Kathrine were also a part of the team. They had been friend for as long as anyone could remember and they did everything together. Molly was around 5' 2" and blond with pretty blue eyes and very large assets. Katherine was a little taller at 5' 4", also blond and with perky breasts and an average sized butt. It was their first match of the season against Elmsdale High, a school 3 hours away by bus. As the girls loaded onto the bus Ava looked around her their were 13 girls on the team including Ava, Katherine, and Molly. There were only three other seniors on the team. One of the other seniors, named Celia, was just now getting on the bus. Celia was 5' 3" with brown hair and had a tiny butt. She had green eyes and nice breasts. Scanning the bus, Ava located the other seniors. Alicia sat toward the back and was listening to music on her phone, her black hair spilling over her shoulders. She was nicely tanned after working as a lifeguard over the summer. Alicia was the only openly lesbian girl in the school. Next to her was the last senior on the team. Her name was Eliza. Eliza was a shy girl. She almost never talked to anyone and had never made friends easily. She was taller than average at 5' 8" and as thin as a rail. Her dirty blond hair matched nicely with her bright blue eyes. Her almost non-existent boobs were counteracted by a nicely sized ass. As the bus pulled out onto the road Ava felt a small twinge in her bladder. She ignored it though and continued to talk to Molly and Katherine about normal things like boys and school. She had no idea how crazy this day was going to get. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 2: The bus pulled into the Elmsdale parking lot. Ava's need had increased slightly but it was still manageable. I'll just go when we get to the field, she thought. As the girl walked toward the field, Ava's need was reciprocated by some of the other girls Celia included. "Can I use the bathroom?" Celia asked their coach. "Sorry girls there are no bathroom here" the Coach responded. "Apparently they are doing renovations." Celia groaned and Ava's face whitened in horror. She didn't know if she could hold it all throughout the game and the bus ride home. But she didn't have a choice. she would just have to hold it no matter what. Next to Ava, Katherine said something under her breath. "What?" Molly asked. "Nothing" came the reply. I just kind have to pee". Ava felt a little bit better that someone else shared her predicament. The girls were all dressed in the school uniform, a purple jersey with the school logo on it and grey leggings on the bottom. The team went through their warm ups quickly and jumped into the game shortly after. It was a good game. It was so intense Ava forgot her need to pee entirely. it came right down to the wire with each team trading goals. the game was finally won when Alicia scored a goal in the final minute putting the score at 5-4 in Bloominfield's favor. The girls celebrated on the sideline before shaking hand with their opponents and heading back to the bus. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 3: As the girls clambered back onto the bus, Eliza started to worry. She needed to use the bathroom. And badly. She sat in the middle of the bus on a seat by herself. As soon as Eliza sat down she put a hand in her crotch. She had been confident she would make before but now, wasn't so sure. the last time she could remember having an accident was in 3rd grade. It had been embarrassing then she thought. Think of how bad it would be now. Eliza settled in. It was going to be a long drive. One hour had passed and Eliza was on the verge of panic. She had both hands jammed into her crotch and her legs tightly crossed. She was sweating with the effort of holding in her pee. It had gotten bad in a matter of minutes. Eliza now knew she couldn't wait for the remaining two hours. She was going to pee soon wether she wanted to or not. Think Liza she thought. What can I do? Suddenly an idea came to her. She could just ask the coach to stop the bus! As if it had heard her thoughts, Eliza's bladder spasmed sending a couple drops of pee into her underwear. She needed to do something quick or she would defiantly pee herself. She revisited the idea of asking for a stop, but quickly dismissed it. She was too shy to reveal her desperation to the entire bus. Plan B then she thought, and looked around desperately. As Eliza searched for something to help her predicament, a bottle, or container, or something her bladder took matters into its own hands. she leaked again as if to send a warning shot. Eliza's hand immediately returned to their original resting place between her legs. This was it. She knew there was no time left to try anything and tried to accept her fate. with a whimper and a muttered, "Oh no" Eliza's bladder released. A trickle found its way out, then a squirt, then it was over. Her pee quickly shot into her pants, overwhelming her panties and starting on her grey leggings. The piss pooled around Eliza's thighs and her ass in a large puddle and started slowly dripping over the seat. Luckily for Eliza, she was sitting in a seat by herself. Nobody cold see her accident. Not for now at least. Working quickly, Eliza grabbed a sweatshirt from her bag and stated to soak up the drips. that was one problem solved. The larger problem was that she was still sitting in a pool of her own piss. There was no way to clean it up. Eliza resigned herself to a very uncomfortable ride. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 4: Molly and Katherine were sitting in a seat together. They were watching a movie on Molly's phone. Or rather Molly was watching a movie. Katherine was trying not to pee herself. She had need to go since before the game and was now completely desperate. She was trying to hold herself without Molly noticing, which was not that difficult as Molly was completely engrossed in the movie. They were watching Friday the 13th, which isn't the best movie to watch with a full bladder. This isn't to say that Molly didn't have to pee either. In fact she was also quite desperate, though not nearly as bad as Katherine. She knew she could make it home if things went smoothly. At this point in her life Molly had watched so many horror movies she was practically desensitized to their terrors. She looked across at her friend. "Kat, are you even watching?" she asked. "Hm..? Oh sorry" came the reply. "I kinda zoned out". "Come on!"Molly said. "This is a good one!" "Fine" said Katherine. It would be nice to take her mind off her bladder even just for a little bit. Unfortunately for Kat she had forgotten the kind of movie she was watching. As soon as she looked at the screen, a masked killer jumped out of the shadows. Katherine screamed in fright. Thoughts of her bladder instantly left her mind. Her first thought was to run before she remembered she was just watching a movie. As she got control of her senses back she felt a warm sensation in her crotch area. She looked down and saw a rapidly expanding dark spot on the front of her leggings. She finally put two and two together and realized she was peeing herself. "Shit!" she yelled as she tried to regain control of her bladder. But it was already too late once her bladder had started emptying itself it wasn't going to stop. All Katherine could do was stare in horror as she pissed herself. The pee branched out over her thighs turning the material a dark grey. Molly, startled by Katherine's scream, turned to she her friend actively having an accident. The sight was so ridiculous she burst into a fit of laughter. " Oh my god! You just wet your pants!" and sayings of the sort were mixed between giggles and snorts. The irony of the situation was that as Molly was laughing at her friends predicament she also started to lose control of her bodily functions. She could feel her hold on her bladder slipping. All of a sudden her grip was gone altogether. Molly's bladder released creating a river in her pants. As the pee quickly saturated her thong and moved onto her leggings all she could do was laugh. The piss she had been so confident she could hold was pouring down her legs working its way to the back of her thighs and past her knees. At this point she had well and truly wet herself. Most of the bus was staring as a combination of Molly's laughter and Katherine's screams proved quite distracting. Katherine looked at her friend cockily and said with a smile: "Who's laughing now?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 5: Alicia, sitting in the back of the bus was reassured by Molly and Katherine's accidents. At least she would not be the only one if things went wrong. Alicia was one of the teams star players , and because of this had played the whole game. She had drank her entire water bottle , refilled it and drained it again. This was a mistake. Alicia had a long history of bladder problems. When she was young her parents thought it was nothing. Just what kids do. But as Alicia grew older and continued to have accidents, they wondered if there was a problem. They had gotten her tested for incontinence, but the doctor had said that she just had a weak bladder. Nowadays Alicia was more careful. She hadn't had an accident in over three years. Now that streak might be in danger. Alicia had needed to pee since the middle of the game. She had thought she was going to pee herself an hour ago. Yet somehow she held on. This was soon to change. Alicia could feel pressure building and knew any minute now could be disaster time. To make matters worse, if Alicia did indeed wet her pants, it would all be obvious to Celia sitting across the aisle . Alicia had been looking at Celia for a long time. The girl was beautiful. As the only open lesbian at Bloomnfield, she had never been in a serious relationship. As Alicia stared Celia looked at her and gave a quick wave and a smile. Alicia returned it. Her bladder ached reminding her of her current situation. It was almost as if Celia was cheering for Alicia to hold it. That's stupid Alicia thought thats not true. Alicia was right. Celia was not cheering for her to hold it. She was actually hoping desperately for the opposite. Celia has had this particular fetish for a long time. Ever since she was thirteen she had loved peeing herself. Not in public of course, but right before she got into the shower or when nobody was home. These wettings usually were followed by some other activities that had also felt incredible. That wasn't Celia's only secret though. She was still in the closet. Like Alicia, Celia had never been interested in guys. She had never told anyone about her sexuality, not even her parents. Sh was scared people would treat her differently. Distracting her from these lovely thoughts was her own bladder. While observing Alicia's desperation she had become desperate herself. She just hoped she could make it to a private place and let everything out. Alicia was also thinking about peeing herself, though not for pleasure. She had already leaked twice and there was a small stain on her leggings, which she covered with her hands. Fortunately, the bus was entering town. There was only ten to fifteen minutes left on the ride. She was starting to think she might just make it. "Girls we ran into some traffic. We could be here a while" Coaches voice echoed down the bus. Just like that all hope at least semi-dry pants left Alicia's mind. In the same instant her bladder seemed to agree. It spasmed one final time before letting go completely. The urine she had so desperately been trying to hold spilled out of her like a hose. She leaned her head back and gave in. The warm pee spread across the whole seat pooling around her ass. Dark stains appeared on her legs as she had her first accident in years. The sensation of the warm piss on her body reminded her of her previous accidents. Alicia felt like a kid. What would Celia think of her now? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 6: Celia saw Alicia's head lean back and her eyes closed and waited with bated breath. As the dark stain spread across the other girls legs, Celia felt like jumping for joy. She sat transfixed as her dreams came true before her eyes. It was the hottest thing she had ever witnessed. Her body moved of its own accord. One minute she was sitting across from Alicia, and the next she was on top of her. Alicia looked up in confusion before Celia's lips pressed into hers. She was shocked fro a second. This was like a dream come true for Alicia. She stopped hesitating and kissed back with force. Alicia laid back on the bus seat and pulled Celia down on top of her. Alicia's back immediately got wet and she realized she had just laid down in her own piss. She didn't care though. Their bodies writhed together, moving to a beat only they could hear. Celia was in heaven. She didn't care about her bladder anymore and released her pee spilling out of her alike a faucet. Because she was laying down, the pee soaked the front of her legging turning the top of her thighs and pelvic area to a deep shade of grey. The pee was the cherry on top of the cake. She had never felt better in her life. As the tops of Alicia's legs grew warm she wondered if she was wetting her pants for the second time. Soon she realized it was Celia peeing herself! For some reason Alicia didn't mind it. It might actually felt good. As the two girls continued to rub their bodies together Celia felt another kind of pressure building in her lower body. As they were kissing, Alicia started to touch Celia's crotch. Celia gasped and grabbed Alicia. She had never felt this way before. As Alicia continued to rub Celia through her leggings, the pressure grew until Celia climaxed. An orgasm ripped through her body as she let out a quiet moan. For the second time that day, fluid shot out of Celia's body going straight into her leggings. After a second of rest, it was Alicia's turn. Celia firmly planted her hand on Alicia's vagina and began to rub as fast as possible. The friction of the leggings against Alicia's pussy caused her to groan. After a minute of passionate kissing and intense rubbing, Alicia couldn't contain herself. She came hard groaning into Celia's lips. The two girl lay there together for a while until the bus began to move. Then Celia got up and returned to her seat, her leggings stained by a mix of bodily fluids. Alicia looked over at Celia and the two shared a secret smile. Alicia was covered nearly head to toe in piss, Celia's and her own. The two girls had just had the best time of their lives and none were the wiser. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 7 (Contains Messing): After almost an hours delay, the bus pulled up to Bloomdfeild and the girls got out. Five of them were going to have to explain to their parents why their legging were drenched. But not Ava. Against all odds, Ava had kept her pants dry so far. Unlike the other girls, Ava lived near the school and was going to walk home. As she started the journey, she wondered if She would make it to her house in time. I've made it this far! I'm so close! she thought. It was a five minute walk, but Ava was going considerably slower than normal due to her aching bladder. She waddled down the streets of the quiet town, hands pressed firmly between her thighs. It was a little past 11:30 and Ava knew her parents would be asleep already. This ment that even if she did piss herself they might not ever know. As Ava turned onto her street she felt her bladder about to release. " Not yet!" she yelled. She could see her house! She was so close! As the first drops of pee found their way into her panties, she started to run. It was no longer a matter of keeping her pants dry, and was more a matter of getting less wet. As she tore down the sidewalk and up the porch, Ava knew it was no good. She pulled open the front door and stood in the dark hallway. The piss was running down her legs in streams creating trails of wetness down her legs. Her ass had not escaped as she could feel the warmth on her rear. I just wet myself she thought in dismay. Even though nobody was there to witness her accident, she was ashamed none the less. As she looked down at the mess she had just made, a second urge hit her like a truck. Before she could make a mad dash to the bathroom, her bowels released. She farted once, then stood in shock as a log of solid mess found its way into her panties. Ava started to walk upstairs. In her bedroom she looked at herself in the mirror. Her leggings were drenched in her piss and turning around she could see that she had indeed shit herself as well. Her ass was soaked and in addition, her leggings had stretched out to accommodate her second accident. Ava undressed and threw her leggings and panties into the trash. She cleaned herself up and jumped into bed. It had been a long day.

View File SL-445 Schoolgirls needing to pee sneak into the boys restroom and use the urinal. Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 07/13/2021 Category JAV Collections