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  1. 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!
  2. MANON AND THE MAGIC WHISTLE. Part 2. You'll find the first part of the story here: https://omorashi.org/topic/22203-manon-and-the-magic-whistle/ In the first part I tell something about a fantasy, that I've had since I was about thirteen years old, a fantasy, that now has inspired me to write this story. I also tell about how the little French girl comes to move to Sweden, and how she comes to like wetting herself at the age of thirteen. The first part gives a background, that might be useful to read before you read the following parts ********************************************************** To begin with I must apologize for the delay to continue the story. For the last couple of months I've had a period of depression and haven't been able to write. But now I'm feeling well again and my fingers are itching to start writing. ********************************************************** So the story continues: At Manon's fifteenth birthday, her uncle Armand, her aunt Anouk's former husband, came to visit her in the afternoon. He presented her a beautiful amber necklace, which made Manon very happy. Then he handed her an oblong box, about four inches in length. "This is something I found in a little shop in a village in Bolivia. It's pretty old, maybe five or six hundred years, and it seems to be some kind of a shaman object." Manon opened the box, and in it she found an ornated piece of wood. It looked very old. "It looks like a whistle, but it doesn't produce any sound, when you blow into it. It could also be an element of some bigger object. Anyway, I thought it could be something for your collection of curious objects." He smiled. He knew, that Manon loved to collect curious and old things. Manon got really enchanted with her uncle's gifts. She hugged him and kissed his chins. "Thankyou, thankyou! And next time you go to South America, you must take me with you! Promise!!!" "We'll see when you've finished school. Maybe you could become my assistant!" The beatifully ornated wooden piece became Manon's fetish, which she always brought along in her pocket. It really looked like some kind of a whistle but it refused to produce any other sound than a common hissing from the blowing. She tried to blow in both ends but the result was the same. One day a couple of months after her birthday, she was waiting at the bus stop for her bus. She'd just missed one bus, and it would take twenty minutes for the next one to arrive. She took her fetish out of her pocket. She liked to touch it and feel it. It gave her a sense of power. And, in an odd way, it made her wish to be naughty. Today she felt that stronger than before. Apart from her there were two women of the age of about 25 waiting for a bus. Manon giggled to herself: "Tee-hee! I wonder what they'll say, if I started to wet my panties right now! I really need to pee!" The thought took her by surprise. Besides from the waiting women, there were people constantly passing the bus stop. The risk for beeing caught was obvious, and that would be too embarrassing! But... it was exciting to think about it... It made her so horny! She felt a tickling in her belly. To distract herself from her horny thoughts, she put the fetish between her lips and blew in the one end of it. When doing so, she was facing the girl standing to the left, and suddenly that girl fidgety began to step around on the spot. She crossed her legs and whispered: "Oh, my god! I'm going to pee myself!" She pressed her hand against her crotch, but only for a second, then she quickly parted her legs and her pee gushed between her legs and splashed down to the ground! She tried to keep her skirt away, but there were already big wet stains in front of it. The other girl looked in shock at her. Manon was excited. Never before had she witnessed a grown-up girl wet herself! (Well, other than herself of course!) Unconsciously she put a hand on her crotch and began to rub. She was very close to have an orgasm, when her bus in the next moment arrived. Reluctantly she entered the bus. The woman was still peeing, when the bus left the stop. For the rest of the day Manon was in a constant state of arousal. She couldn't let go the image of the girl wetting herself, where anyone could see her. Again and again she went to the toilet because she'd got so horny, that she couldn't resist to masturbate. Anouk, who'd noticed her frequent toilet visits, got worried and asked: "Dear Manon, have you got ill? That must have been at least the fifth time in two hours, that you visited the toilet!" "No, that's nothing wrong with me." She tried to find a plausible explanation. "I'm experimenting with cosmetics for fun!" Anouk looked at Manon's face, which showed no signs of being subject of any experimenting with cosmetics. Surely her chins were deep red, but from blushing, not from any cosmetics... It was obvious, that the girl didn't tell the truth, but, as she seemed to be alright, Anouk didn't go any further with her questioning. Girls of her age must be allowed to keep some secrets from their aunts, she thought. Some days later Manon went with a classmate, Malin, to spend the afternoon at her home. It was a mild, sunny day, and when they crossed a park, they noticed that trees and bushes had begun to put out buds. Malin stopped. "I've got some pebbles in my shoe, I have to empty it." While she did so, Manon took out her fetish from her pocket. She put it to her lips, pretending it was a flute. Faced to Malin she blew a soundless trill. The effect was dramatic! Hopping on one leg with one of her shoes in her hand, she yelled: "Oh, no...no! I'm peeing myself!" Manon looked wide-eyed at her. Then she looked at the fetish. Was it possible...? Could it be the fetish, that made both the woman at the bus stop and Malin to wet themselves? Her eyes went to Malin again. The poor girl had stumbled and fallen down to the lawn beside the park way. She was sitting at the grass with parted legs, and her skirt had ridden up, revealing her light-purple panties, through which her pee was gushing! She was looking in shock at the puddle of pee, that was forming between her thighs. Looking at Malin, Manon felt the familiar tickling in her belly. Malin peed like forever, and Manon got quickly hornier and hornier! She was trembling, and her knees got so weak, that she could hardly stand up. More than anything else she wanted to pull up her skirt and rub her little mimsy! But of course she couldn't do that! Not in a public park. And as it happened, to actually touch her mimsy wasn't required in order to get a release from her horniness. Because in the next moment, she got a spontaneous orgasm, making her give away a scream! She lurched and fell down. Sitting on the grass faced to Malin she panted heavily. Malin looked at her, but she was too obsessed by her own awkward predicament to notice Manon's orgasm. After a while they stood up. They looked at each other, embarrassed and not knowing what to say. Eventually Malin said: "I feel so ashamed! Manon, I really don't know how it happened! Suddenly I felt this strong urge to pee myself. It was like I couldn't stop myself. I've never felt anything like it before." "Oh, don't feel ashamed! It could happen to anyone!" "But..." Malin hesitated, "but it was so weird. I was totally embarrassed but for a moment it kind of felt - you know - good. I can't explain it. I mean, it can't possibly be that I liked it. That would be really weird!" Manon wanted to tell Malin about her orgasm but didn't dare to. Maybe an other time, she thought. The two girls continued their walk to Malin's. Both in very wet panties. Malin's from her pee and Manon's from her pussy juices! ****************************************************** To be continued.
  3. The story, that I'm now going to tell you, is based on a fantasy, that I've had since I was about thirteen years old. It's no doubt inspired by the many stories my great-grandfather, Papa Pierre, told me, when I was a child. Papa Pierre was a Professeur of Anthropology and Ethnography at Université de Paris (Sorbonne), and he had been travelling all over the world. Most of all I loved, when he told about his expeditions in South America, especially the Andes and the Amazonas. Sometimes he showed me strange and fantasy stimulating objects, which he'd found on his travels. Those objects combined with Papa Pierre's stories about supernatural phenomena, told him by curanderos, ayahuasqueros, the Yatiri (different kinds of shamanship) really fascinated me. I indulged in fancies about magic power of those objects and the witchcraft I would perform with them. At about the age of thirteen I began to develop one fantasy in particular. The Magic Whistle. And given this back-ground I'm ready to tell the story (maybe stories...) about MANON AND THE MAGIC WHISTLE. I am now going to tell you a story, in which a girl, who answered to the mame of Manon, is the heroine. One meaning of her name is "little rebel", and believe me, she was just that! She was small, just barely taller than one and a half metre, and very cute. She wore her dark-brown hair rather short. One reason for that was, that she liked to sometimes dress and act as a boy. Although she actually was fifteen years old; when she dressed herself as a boy, she looked no older than twelve. And, as her breasts were rather small, there was no risk of them giving her away as long, as they were properly covered by a shirt. Manon was born in France and lived there for her first thirteen years. Her parents were very broad-minded, and she was allowed to do almost everything she liked to do. Sometimes she was very girlish, and played with her dolls and her girl friends. Other times she liked to play with boys. Especially she loved to play football (soccer). As there were no girls' teams, where she lived, she played with the boys. She was good enough to qualify for a boys' team. When she was thirteen, her parents died in a car accident. It was decided, that she would move to her mother's ten years younger sister, Anouk, who lived in Stockholm, Sweden. Anouk's much older husband was a professor of Archaeology at the University of Uppsala. Now they were divorced, and Manon's aunt had moved to Stockholm, where she lived alone and worked as a secretary at the French Embassy. The embassy had provided her with a rather large flat, and she had plenty room for Manon. Manon had visited her together with her parents many times and was very fond of her aunt, who was only twelve years older than she was. Manon began in a school for the children of the embassy staff. Anouk had also arranged for her to learn Swedish by a private teacher. When the story begins, Manon is fifteen years old. After two years in Sweden, Manon spoke Swedish fluently, but with a distinct French accent, which most people found very cute. And as soon as her Swedish had been good enough, she'd moved to a Swedish school.She was a lively and outgoing girl, and very soon she got many friends, some of them very close. She still played football, now in a girls' team. But even if she normally was very free-spoken, she had two secrets. The first one was, that she the last year had been aware of, that she was homosexual. She hadn't yet been with a girl. Neither had she been with a boy. Once a boy had tried to kiss her, but she'd kicked his shin very hard, and that was the end of that. The other secret was, that she liked to wet herself. It started, when she'd moved to Sweden. At first she felt very lonely. She used to go for long walks alone in the big park Djurgården. One day she felt a need to pee. It was a rather urgent need, but she was confident, that she would make it to home. And her need really got more diffuse, as she walked on. And so she thought no more of it. Until suddenly she began to pee. She didn't feel any sign at all of what was coming. She just began to wet her panties while she was walking. She halted and tried to stop the pee stream, but she didn't manage to do it. Instead the stream got much stronger and gushed down between her legs and splashed on the ground. She lifted her skirt so it wouldn't get wet. She looked down. She was so embarrassed. She raised her skirt a bit more and saw how her pee was flowing through her pink cotton panties. Suddenly she got aware of a strange but not unpleasant feeling down there. Her pee was so hot and it spread around her mimsy before it forced its way through her panties. Little Manon began to pant. She moaned a little. She heard a rustle from the footpath. She looked up. Only a couple of metres from her there was a woman standing. She stared at Manon, but when she saw, that Manon looked at her, she turned around and went away. Manon, still peeing, looked after the woman, who had seen her wetting herself like a baby girl. She was so embarrassed! She was thirteen years old and was peeing in her panties! But at the same time, she was getting even more aroused. She looked around. She didn't see anyone, only the back of the woman, who had caught her. Slowly she parted her legs and put one hand on her wet panties. It felt so thrilling! The last drops trickled between her fingers. She moved her hand and felt a stiff knob quivering against her soaked panties. It was her clit! She looked down and removed her hand. Her clit was shown as a bump on her panties! She pinched it with two fingers. She winced! It was such a strong feeling! She rubbed it gently. Her knees got weak. She took a couple of steps and sat down on the grass. With her legs widely spread, she pressed her panties in to her pussy with one finger. She moved the finger. With her other hand she was still caressing her clit. She groaned loudly! She'd masturbated many times before, but never had she felt anything so wonderful! And never had she experienced such an earthbraking orgasm before! Luckily no one was near her, because now she was moaning loudly! Afterwards the little, skinny girl was lying on her back, still panting, and looking at the clouds. Until she realized, that she was lying on the grass with her legs spread out, showing her wet panties in a public park! Quickly she stood up and smoothed out her skirt, and then examined it. Luckily there were only a few wet spots, but they were barely visible. She began to walk home. She felt hilarious, but at the same time still very embarrassed. Not in a bad way though. Her embarrassment kind of aroused her... Several times on her way home she couldn't resist to put her hand under her skirt to feel her wet panties. At home she went to the bathroom and undressed. She put her clothes on a bench except for her panties, which she threw in the handbasin, thinking she would rinse them before she put them in to the washing mashine. After the shower she brought her clothes with her and went to her room. An hour later Anouk knocked on her door and went in. "I found your panties in the handbasin. I'm going to wash some clothes now, do you want me to throw them in too?" Manon startled! No, no, no! She'd forgotten her panties! And Anouk had found them... Anouk knew, that she'd wetted herself. It was so humiliating! She began to cry. "Don't cry, Manon! You've wetted yourself, so what? Sometimes it happens even to grown-ups." She sat down on the bed beside Manon, and put her arm around the little, crying girl. She kissed her on her forehead and left the room. She didn't tell Manon, that she'd noticed more than one kind of fluid inside her panties. A more sticky kind... The days that followed Manon was thinking a lot about her wetting accident. As a matter of fact it totally absorbed her mind. It had been embarrassing, yes, but she more and more realized, that it also had been a very pleasant experience. It had made her so very aroused! She came to know, that she had to do it again. This time on purpose. The thought thrilled her so much, that she the whole days was in a state of sexual arousal. Sometimes so overwhelming, that she during the school day had to visit the toilet between the lessons. She sat there and stroke herself over her panties until she got off. One day she wasn't able to stop herself. She was walking through a park on her way from school, when she felt, that she needed to pee. She thought: Now or never! She wanted so much to wet herself. The feeling made her tremble. She looked around, there was nobody in sight. She was wearing a short, pleated, blue skirt and underneath it light-blue cotton panties. To be more sure, that it wouldn't splash pee on it, she rolled up the waist of her skirt a couple of turns. She went behind some bushes, parted her legs and waited. Nothing! Nothing happened. She tried to push out the pee. But with no success. And yet she was by now desperate to pee. She tried and tried. Eventually she gave up. Maybe she would manage to do it, if she waited a little. She began to walk around in the park, feeling more and more desperate to pee. But when she tried again to stop behind a bush to pee, she failed. She began to walk again. And suddenly, while walking slowly on the park way, she began to wet herself! She stopped and parted her legs quickly. A strong stream forced through her panties and splashed on the ground between her feet. Oh, what a bliss! She hoped, that nobody would come and see her, because she felt, that it wouldn't be possible to stop her pee cascade. It went on for ever and ever! Her knees got weak, she could hardly stand straight up, and her head got empty and felt hollow. When she'd emptied the last drops from her bladder, she stumbled aside from the parkway and sat down on the lawn. Her legs wasn't able to carry her anymore. She panted heavily, feeling very aroused, almost to the limit of unconsciousness. She heard a voice: "How are you? Are you ill?" Manon looked up. Leaning over her stood a young woman. Manon was still panting. She wasn't quite sure, why that woman was standing there and asking her questions. She wanted to be alone. She felt so good. But Manon was a well-mannered girl and thought she should give a polite answer. "I'm very well, thankyou very much! And I'm not at all ill. I feel terrific!" "But, dear, you've peed yourself, there's a big puddle on the parkway, and your panties are soaked! You can't sit here, where anyone could see you!" Her words suddenly got Manon aware of her situation. Her face turned red. She was sitting on the lawn, her skirt around her waist, her legs spread out, and she was showing her pee-wet panties. She began to cry. "So, so... It's not the end of the world!" The woman spoke softly. "An accident could happen to anyone." She opened her handbag and took out a package of paper tissues. She bent down and handed Manon some tissues. "Please, stand up and let's see, if your skirt has gotten wet anywhere. And use these to wipe your legs! By the way, my name is Ann!" "Manon", Manon whispered. She stood up, and Ann examined her skirt. "That was lucky, there's only a tiny little spot on the back of your skirt. No one will notice it and anyway it'll soon dry. Now, wipe you legs." She held out the package of tissues. "Take as many you need! And don't forget to wipe between your legs too... I'll turn my back until you're finished!" When Manon was finished, Ann turned to her and gave her a friendly smile. "Cheer up now, no one but the two of us would never know about your little accident! Hurry up home, it's not healthy to wear those wet panties for too long!" With her cheeks blushing hot red Manon ran away. After a couple of hundred meters she slowed down. The meeting with Ann had made her very embarrassed, although she was very grateful to her, having been so kind and helpful. But now she began to feel the arousement from her wetting. Thinking of what had happened, also the embarrassment of being caught, made her pussy start twitching again! It was such a nice feeling, that she began to giggle! She left the parkway and sneaked in behind a shrubbery. She looked very carefully around. Not a single soul in sight! She hitched up her skirt and looked down at her panties. Oh, holy shit! They were so soaked! She bent down and sniffed. There was a strong, but not unpleasant smell of her pee! She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Then she brought them to her nose and sniffed and sniffed! It was almost intoxicating! I wonder, how it tastes, she whispered to herself and laughed; she felt so naughty! She hesitated for a couple of seconds, but then she opened her mouth and put the pee wet panty crotch into it. Giggling, she began to suck. Oh, it tasted absolutely as wonderful as it smelled! A little like salty pea nuts, only so much better! Sucking on her panties, she put a finger into her mimsy. Gosh, it was so wet, a mix of pee and her pussy juices! Sucking and fingering she very quickly reached such an overwhelming orgasm, that she fell flat on her bottom! Sitting on the lawn she rubbed her swollen mimsy furiously! She didn't stop before her fourth earthbreaking orgasm had ebbed out. Panting and with hazy eyes she had a big, contented grin on her red and sweaty face. *************************************************************************************** In the next instalment Manon finds the Magic Whistle, and begins to learn how to make use of it. I'll tell you, that whistle is for sure pure magic!