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Part One “For the last fucking time, please pull over!” I groaned, gripping my crotch. “Man, I hope it’s the last time,” Dana replied. “You sound like a broken record. You know what Einstein said about insanity, right?” I dropped my head back in frustration, my swollen bladder pounding with urgency. “Pleaseee…” I whined, writhing in my seat. “Hnngh… I could just pop a squat in the grass, I don’t even have to go…” I gulped, trying to keep my voice from quivering it’s way out of coherence, “to a bathroom…” I winced and lurched forward, squeezing my pussy with all my strength. The waistband of my jeans was torture against my tight, swollen organ. “You told me last stop that you wouldn’t make me pull over again. I swear, man, it’s all in your head. I have to pee, too, but…” “You don’t get it,” I whined through clenched teeth, “I’m in fucking painnn!” “You’re so dramatic.” “I’m… ooh… I’m about to pee out of the window,” I said, my voice shaking like a leaf. “Aw, dude, don’t do that! Just hold it in.” “It-it feels like it’s about to burst, I’m so serious… My bladder is not… ahh… going to be able to keep it innn…” We were driving through a town, but it was night, at least. “Fuck it. I can’t fucking hold it… Jesus christ, I have to piss so much…” I frantically unbuckled my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my knees. My bladder bulge was ridiculous. “No, come on, man, please!” Dana begged me. I rolled down my window and grimaced as I hung my ass out, having to press my pee baby against my thighs to achieve the position. I held onto the seat for balance. “Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck…” I muttered as I hurried to get in place. I could feel it starting to make it’s way out, whether I was ready for it or not. The moment that my hot piss started to explode against the car door, blue lights started flashing behind us. A cop car came into view. “Fuck!” Dana and I swore in unison. Panic stricken, I frantically dropped back into the car, clenching my muscles, gripping my privates, and writhing in agony. I couldn’t stop pissing right away. My urine splattered against and dripped down the side of the door, continuing to dribble out of me into a spot on the seat beneath my bare ass. When it finally stopped, my ass, thighs, and hands glistening with urine. I pulled my pants up as we pulled off into the median. My urge to pass water more intense than ever. I kept having to wipe sweat off my forehead and tears from my eyes. I had my hand stuck into my underwear, holding myself tightly and jiggling like mad. I bit my knuckles to help deal with the pain. “Look at what you did, man! I’ve never been pulled over in my fucking life!” Dana scolded me. “I’m gonna pee my pants, it’s about to happen…” I was crying. “Get a hold of yourself! What are you gonna say to him?” “I…” I sniffed, wriggling like a crazy person. “I don’t know.” I was so embarrassed. My bladder was huge and screaming, radiating discomfort and urgency with a ferocity I’d never experienced before. Against the will of my body, I took my hand out of my pants and pulled my shirt down so he wouldn’t see that they were unbuttoned. Every ounce of strength I had was put into composing myself for this cop. I tried forcing my hands to my sides, but it was utterly impossible. In the ten seconds my privates weren’t being squeezed, my body twitched and squirmed to it’s own accord, my overworked urinary organ attempting to squeeze my piss out. The sensation of desperation increased with each passing moment. “Oh, fuck!” I swore, lurching forward as my hands shot to my crotch. He came up to the window and shone a flashlight in, asking for her license and registration. “Doing any drinking tonight, girls?” “No, sir,” Dana said. “Well, I’d hope you weren’t. It was more directed toward your friend there.” He aimed the flashlight at me. I felt like I was under a spotlight. I couldn’t stop dancing in my seat. It felt like if I stopped scooting my butt around it was just going to start coming out. “Couldn’t wait for the next gas station, I gather?” My ears burned. “She wouldn’t stop anywhere! I’ve been begging her to…” He was smirking, putting up his hand to stop me mid-sentence. “Listen, it doesn’t matter if you’re about to pee your pants. You can’t do what you were doing back there in the middle of a public road. You understand?” “Nnngh…” I whimpered, pressing my fingers into my coochie between my tightly pressed thighs. My need to piss was pounding with urgent, searing pressure, throbbing and contracting as it tried to force out the huge amount of liquid I was struggling to retain. “I don’t think I have to inform you that public nudity has consequences,” He glanced again at my writhing legs, my hand gripping my crotch. I could feel a warm spot in the fabric. “Y’all stay right here,” he said, walking back to his car.
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